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absolutebl · 6 months

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Okay, FINE, the shows you should watch for BL's QUEER AF roots

You ready to go hunting?

Many of these are difficult to find. Also many of the images of them and their posters have been block/banned by tumblr, so, no screen grabs for you! (Good times.)

I don't necessarily *like* any of these, but if you are queer and in this fandom and need to dialogue around BL's queerness - these are going to provide a foundation for you. They are important for various industry, reputation, directorial, and cultural reasons. As seeds often are.

Trigger warnings throughout.

The true beginnings:

Boys Love, Japan's 2006 movie is a REALLY rough start featuring a journalist + hot model = murder gay, mild necrophilia, cheating, abuse, rape, and suicide for love. Start as you mean to go on, why don't you, Japan? Is it queer... maybe? Is it BL... honey, I am very sorry to inform you, this started BL.

Note: Yoshikazu Kotani is famous in og BL circles since he acted in 3 early BLs, both Boys Loves and then Same Difference. Also he v tall and hawt.

Eternal Summer, Taiwan 2006 - unlike Japan, Taiwan did NOT start how it would, eventually, go on. But what a messy way to start. A high school story of 3 besties in a love triangle, self discovery, and sexual awakening that fucks it all up.

No Regret, Korea 2006, is a very unhinged queer catastrophe piece about a lost gay man who ends up a host and then almost a murderer because of both his job and his identity.

Note: This is the directorial feature film debut of Lee-Song Hee-il Korea's (so far as I know) first openly gay director who specialized (to this day) in queer content.

The Love of Siam, Thailand 2007, this was Thailand's queer awakening, sure they would backpedal for YEARS after, but in 2022 they began to remember what this movie was (and did) and overtly referenced this quiet little masterpiece. This movie is sad but stunning in that way that the best queer works from Thailand can be (like Present Perfect or ITSAY.) It has Thailand's quintessential softness around theme and character, which you'll understand perfectly when highlighted against the backdrop of the early 2000s works from Japan, Korea, and Taiwan. Thailand will never lose this soft style and it's one of the most attractive qualities of Thai BL: it's never very harsh with us or its characters. This movie very easily COULD have been quite harsh indeed.

I thought long and hard about including Rice Rhapsody AKA Hainan Chicken Rice (Hainan ji fan) on this list and finally decided it doesn't really qualify. Still let me mention Hong Kong's 2005 movie. It is amazing, fascinating, and very rough going for an ostensible comedy. It wasn't the actual beginning because few saw it and Hong Kong never really picked up or ran with BL let alone QL, but it was hella queer. It's also hella homophobic.

Just Friends? (2009 Korea) - this is Korea's first (kinda) upbeat version of a BL featuring already established boyfriends, one of whom is on military leave, trying to decide on coming out, family life, and the future. All of these are themes Korea will pretty much never tackle again, retreating as they would to their bubble. But what a fun little offering this little show was and is to this day. You should watch it.

Like Love 1 AKA I Love You As A Man: Part 1 - China's 2014 offering is actually pretty classic early form live action yaoi with things like whipping boy, a university setting, rich/poor jock/nerd pairing, hard grumpy/sunshine and a very odd title. It's pre-censorship with an HEA, also explicit, yeah China once did that. This is a lot less queer that it is classic BL and classic Chinese romance, neither of which have any kind of connection to reality. But hey, that's what I'm here for. But it's important to note the drifting away from queerness beginning to occur.

Love Sick - Thailand's 2014 "boys in blues shorts" high school set soapy (in all ways) offering is widely considered the true beginning of Thai BL and by default, eventually, BL as we know it today. (As the biggest producer they somewhat dictate taste and trends in the genre.) This is one of those BLs that owes almost nothing to yaoi, although it started a number of tropes that are now endemic to Thai BL. What it is, instead, is a well scripted story of bisexual self-discovery and the inherent chaos of loving someone of the same gender for the first time, all wrapped up in hormones, existing relationships, and communication issues. It is high school queer angst at its messiest. Nothing is going to be easy for these boys because queer isn’t easy but also because life isn’t easy… welcome to adulthood sweethearts. Is is overtly queer? For 2014 Thailand? Sure is.

Love Next Door 2 a movie from 2014 and one of Thailand’s early very high heat pieces, it’s odd, but sexy I guess? Some unexpectedly decent queer rep including femme characters getting screen time + HEAs. (Part one from 2013 has the same high heat content and features the same lead character (and actor) discovering he is gay with the sex worker next door, but isn't as good nor is it relevant to this installment.)

A few other unknowns, for the queer babies

Wait For Me at Udagawachou AKA Udagawachou de Matteteyo - from Japan in 2015, this is a story about two boys in high school one of whom is a repressed outsider and the other who has a terrible secret (body dysmorphia & cross dressing). When the first boy discovers what's up with the second one, his reaction is very much fetishization. "Oh Japan must you?" kinda started for me with this show. But in this case, Japan, weirdly MUST. This is the ONLY show laboring under (and testing) a pointedly straight lens (or is it?) and identity examination (yes but which boys' identity? that's the question) that I've EVER seen even edge into the BL genre. It is crazy queer, even as it mostly focuses on the fetishization of identity from an outsider's perspective. I WISH more people in fandom would watch it so I could at least talk to someone about it.

The Lover (BL Cut) Korea's 2015 series had multiple couples in an apartment complex, one pair of whom is a BL romance between a Korean man and a visiting Japanese tourist (played by a Kpop idol). It's comedic, slapstick sexy only (no kissing), but basically starts up Korea's bubble and use of idols in BL. It's kinda fascinating to watch them dodge around and still represent gayness in what (is sadly destined to become) a very Chinese way, but which Korea in pursuit of Hallyu and market share would morph into the bubble.

Mr. X and I from China in 2015 is a compilation piece and, I think, the first of this kind of multiple narrative shorter grab bags AKA "Sampler Pack BL." Two of the stories are very queerly sad, but the third is CLASSIC BL of the kind that would become China's best (and last) true BL, Addicted.

Sweet Boy, (Thai 2016) Chimon's first gay role and it is quite sad, oddly sexy, and similar to Dew the movie or My Bromance (just so you know what you are in for) but the acting is on point. When Thailand goes dark, this is how they do it, but this is rough going for baby queers because that's the darkness it is exploring. Our old thematic friends: the pain of self discovery and coming out into a homophobic environment and unfriendly reality, and the cost of being the one able (and willing) to stay in the closet.

Method (Korea 2017) this movie is a May/December actor/idol pairing, that should have been everything I wanted in life but is more about the older character cheating on his wife and their weird “artsy” relationship and frankly, I hated it. And I don’t say that lightly. Is it queer? Who tf knows, but is sure has some interesting things to say about the nature of PERFORMATIVE queerness.

Red Balloon is Taiwan's 2017 precursor BL to their biggest and most famous prestige piece Your Name Engraved Herein. If you're making a choice, choose that instead, but this series certainly paved the way for it to come into existence. Both shows tackle the pressures of culture and social structures on self acceptance and identity and the loneliness inevitably caused by conflict between the two.

(As indeed does Life Love On The Line, Present Perfect, Grey Rainbow, Tropical Night, My Sky, and many other queer meets early BL pieces that revolved around coming out and family acceptance.)

China's 3 2017 "they tried to censor the gay... and it went HORRIBLY wrong":

Beloved Enemy,

The Fairy Fox,

Mr. CEO is Falling in Love with Him.

Honestly these 3 are basically the uncanny valley of BLs.

The Novelist AKA The Pornographer series (2018-2020). Messy psychological machinations, gaslighting, fetishization, sexual corruption, and more good times from "well, what did you expect?" Japan, but also no holds barred queer, just well and truly fucked in the head (and arse) about it.

The Cornered Mouse Dreams of Cheese AKA Kyuso wa Chizu no Yume wo Miru (Japan 2020) - Drama llama queers so queer and so dramatic it's like Japan is trying to PROVE something: obsession, cheating, break-up, reunion, then break up again, all of it explicit. This show is just SO JAPANESE. I can't even, but you should watch it and you'll know exactly what I mean. Something like My Personal Weatherman owes it's lineage to this kind of BL. If you like Japan naked, boney, emo, and smoking (hot & ciggy) you will love this, and should watch it. It's objectively amazing, I can't stand it, but I NEED people to talk about it more.

More Queer Stuff about BL from moi

BL Linguistics & Queer Identity - I Am Gay versus I Like Men

Will BL Get More Honestly Queer?

Actually gay, not BL gay - the idea of “by queers, for queers, about queers,” the BL bubble, sanitized gay, and a queer lens

Queer lens (from the director) and chemistry (from the actors) in BL (A Tale of Thousand Stars)

Touch & Daisy in Secret Crush On You - Queer Coded Language and 3rd Gender Identity

BL in Taiwan & Gay Marriage

Debating Queerbaiting in BL ( + Devil Judge… is it queerbaiting?)

BL Actors and the Assumption of Queerness - outing actors, coming out, being out, more: Is that BL actor actually queer?

So is it really fetishization? straight women loving bl

Some BL fans are sasaengs, and it’s a problem in this fandom

BLs That Highlight How Society Treats Queers

10 BLs That Are Honest to a Queer Experience

If you like these kinds of shows try the "Moody Arthouse Smackdoodle" section of this post too.

Happy watching!

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bubybubsters · 7 months

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Mother Hens

a/n: yeah… new idea, there goes my WIPs. Sorry y’all! I make no promises of when they'll be out.

wc: 590 + 5

⚠️: not proof read, slightly suggestive

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*****

You groaned bending over as you pulled out the arrow in your back and side. Slapping a hand over your side you spewed a few billion curses as your wounds slowly, ever so slowly knitted back together. You were so lucky to be a cousin of Thesan’s mate. Only thing you hadn’t inherited were the wings, which you really wanted.

Gathering your strength, you pictured the training ring of the House of Wind. The light and shadows took longer then usual to gather around and winnow you to the House.

Or maybe your magic just didn’t want you to die.

So stupid, you chided yourself, there are fucking wards. But it was too late to save yourself as you plummeted from 50 meters above the training ring. Giving up you closed your eyes, willing your death to be quick and almost painless.

Your body jolted as it slammed into something hard and a yelp of pain escaped from your mouth.

“Easy, sweetheart.”

Rhysand gently landed before sprinting you to the living room where you saw Madja waiting in a very exasperated fashion. Azriel and Cassian swarmed you and Rhys and the last thing you saw was the old healer pinching the Illyrians and taking you in her arms.

*****

Rhys paced outside the door that lead to the sitting room as Azriel leaned against the wall and Cassian alternated between sitting and standing. You had been out for 8 hours and none of them had went on going anywhere and wouldn’t be going anywhere until you woke up. Or, apparently, Madja ordered the, to go somewhere.

Pointing to Cassian and Azriel she snapped orders, “you two go get her some food and water. High Lord go get her more bandages and a blanket. She should be waking soon but be gentle. The knife in her back hit her spine at a horrible angle and she’ll have a scar.”

Rhys sprinted off grabbing all the supplies needed and much more before winnowing back to find Cassian and Azriel loaded with a feast.

“We should have sent someone with her.”

“We never should have sent her.”

“I should have gone.”

All the males spoke at once as they voiced their thousands of concerns and regrets.

Fifteen minutes later the war hardened illyrian warriors were breaking down on the couch about how they’d failed you. (A very funny sight for anyone randomly walking in.)

As in Madja, who was coming to tell the males you had woken and were asking for them, they jumped up to follow the old healer almost trampling her in their rush.

As soon as your door opened, the males started with a rush of apologies and asking at least a billion times if you were alright.

"SHUT IT. I am fine, just a little shaken and it's not your fault. I was most qualified for the job and it was the right choice to send me."

Rhys and Azriel shared a look at their fierce little friends words and Cassian scooped you up.

"Of course sweetheart, we'll just regret it in silence." Rhys winked and they carried you out, past a very exasperated Madja.

"NO SEX. Rhysand I will kick your ass!"

Cassian smirked. "No promises!"

The males made their way to your room and carefully set you on the bed.

Rhys ran a bath while Azriel grabbed the feast they'd prepared while Cassian (lucky asshole as Rhys put it) stayed with you.

"Cauldren help me, do you idiots ever stop being overprotective?"

They smirked at her in unison and shook their heads.

*****

A/n: To that Anon that told me to stop thinking my writing is awful. thank you, I love you! But.....

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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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Anatomy Of Na Jaemin. | N.JM (M)

prologue- “Careful Doc, you can’t let others know we’re doing this.” + “Humans are always so sensitive. I can’t say i hate that about them.”

summary: y/n is an excellent doctor at taehee hospital. she is kind and cooperative to everyone. na jaemin is a doctor at taehee hospital, he has a dark secret that no one must know of. y/n is determined to find out what he is hiding.

tw- vampire romance. vampire doctor x human doctor trope. human female lead. mystery. smut no minors. blood mention. horror. enemies to lovers/rivals to lovers. Sadistic Jaemin. Masochistic Y/n. Bulging/size kink, breeding kink, biting, marking.

notes- Halloween KINKTOBER FIC!

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The steady dripping sound lands on the cold white marble flooring sending massages to your brain to run, by the sight in front of you radiating anxious feelings through your body screaming to run by instinct of your natural selection to your natural predator in the food chain,

A vampire draining the cold bloodbag like the savage animal they are, sinking their canine fangs into the plastic bag with ease as if it were soft cotton Candy. Their vigorous squeezing to get every bit of iron into their mouth was a rush of adrenaline.

Now you’re standing watching your colleague— perhaps you weren’t sure what to call him. Was he your coworker? Was he still a doctor even though he’s immorally drinking out of a blood bag? Or was he a monster standing before you who will kill you next…

Despite your instincts telling you to run, you didn’t run.

It’s what confused him most when he finally turns to you with humane eyes, staring at you with outmost suspicion of why you did not scream, run or expose him to the workplace. Hell last time he checked you did not like that he was working in this hospital, you cursed him, yelled to the director of Taehee hospital that he’s just a newbie who got lucky with multiple surgeries and that he cannot be taking a higher rank above yours when he’s just enrolled on first day. He can understand how you feel though. You must be sinking deep in reflections when someone else suddenly shows up who is claimed to be more qualifying than you instantly going for the job that you were working up to get first; sure, it was competition for everyone. You must be dreading to get rid of him. So why are you standing there like a frozen iceberg, so tauntingly shocked and why did he hear your crazy heartbeat so clearly?

Was fear taking control of your decisions to make or even think of a plan to get out of this situation?

“Why are you standing there like that? Get out of here before you’re going to be next.” Jaemin growls, almost as if he was purposely trying to scare you away, to keep you far from him. You flinch at his harsh loud words, behind you locking the storage room where all the blood is stored.

You didn’t dare say anything until you found your voice to not come out in a bunch of overlapping stutters. God you didn’t want him to know how bad you’re scared right now. You couldn’t even understand your own motive here.

“Dr Na…why did you drink the bloodbag? Do you have any idea how hard we’re working on keeping resources.” You said carefully, scolding him for even daring to waste products of their hard work. Honestly it’s crazy and maddening for Jaemin to hear you get upset about the work and not the fact that he’s a drinking frenzy blood maniac sucker in front of you. He glares at you coming forward very slowly.

“Don’t come closer Dr Y/n.” He coldly states going backwards three steps everytime you took a closer approach to him. Was he perhaps scared of you? No. It was more like he was scared of himself. It’s like he doesn’t trust himself.

“Why not? What are you hiding Jaemin. I’ve been asking myself that for months since your arrival and all you’ve done was be extremely shady. We lose hundreds of bloodbags a month mysteriously. Do you know how hard I worked here for years to get where I am right now? Six years in this shit hole to get a respectful rank at my job!”

You scream causing Jaemin to stop moving staring right at you. With your explosive emotions running high so has your heart increased, indicating that you’re upset— no, you feel betrayed and wronged, there was great depth to your outbursts. Jaemin wasn’t sure how to respond either. You continue growling out your frustration at the boy with large steps now, where Jaemin was stuck on a wall behind unable to run away anymore; there you are trapping him with your sweet scent influences his animalistic behaviour even more, cravings rushing to the surface. Jaemin held in his breathe.

You lean your head to his with a dangerous glare that if he was to run away, you’ll hunt him till earth’s end. You don’t care how long it will take. You will simply take revenge on this situation, an opportunity you’d like to call it.

“Little did they know why you’re so good at playing doctor is because you’re a damn vampire. Did you enjoy fooling us? Was it fun for you, Na Jaemin?” You scorn at the boy who grit his teeth together. “No it wasn’t. Stay away from him you can get hurt.” Jaemin stared at you awaiting your response, but all he has earned from you was a stare back with your revengeful eyes.

“Let’s strike a deal.”

The girl’s voice beckons leaving Jaemin going through immense line of shock and surprise at what could possibly be satisfying you to put on and foretell to a blood hungry vampire that you trapped on a wall with your hands? It’s crazy already as it is. The boy raises his eyes on the side, murmuring, out of curiosity only. “What’s your deal?” Jaemin asks quietly and you smirk at how obedient Doctor Na is.

How crazy could it get? Or in this situation, how worse can it get?

“Let me study you and I won’t reveal your secret to the hospital. You can work here as much as you wish like nothin’s happened. But I can’t let you go if i don’t study your body.”

“No way that won’t work at all. I’d rather be outed.” He retorts quickly in harsh but hushed texture pushing you off his body where he was about to run out— i mean study? He isn’t a product for you to experiment on, but then again, you didn’t want to exactly study him either, but you can’t help but worry for people’s safety when you know this dangerous secret and no one else’s is aware how bad this is for having a vampire with crazy blood instincts operate on human bodies and work with humans worldwide! He stops when he reaches the door turning to you. But maybe you’re offering him a safe place where he could control himself. Maybe you’ve offered him a choice if he could survive and still keep this a secret. Perhaps you’re pushing yourself to do the right thing. As his body was facing you once again, Jaemin had a change of look.

He was glancing at you almost in vulnerability. As if he’s relying on you for help.

“What do i get in return..?” Jaemin whispers. “If I agree, what do I get in return?”

You approach him softly patting his elbows as your face leans in. With a soft smirk you reveal that you’ll give him what his inner animal wants the most…

“Your secrets safe with me.”

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There it was for Na Jaemin, the twenty three year old resting on a couch in your home that he’s been invited to. You rushing about barely feeling anything but excitement and boy did he smell it from you literally; he wasn’t sure what was warning him about you but there it was, when entering the same room as him with a large box of operating tools he felt his stomach clench in fear.

Did he mention you probably have a long lasting grudge and rivalry going on with him so you could possibly stab him in any moment and boom, he’s good enough to feel hurt— sure he could survive if you know nothing of what actually hurts him, but he’s still with feelings!

He stutters pointing at the small smooth shiny knife that you’d use for slicing on the skin to cut open a wound for surgery.

“What are you going to do with that?” He said and you looked at him sheepishly smirking, eyes looking him up and down as you push your hand on his chest where you felt no heartbeat. Nothing alive.

You push away the creepy thought, clearing your throat as you take away your hand when he laid down flat on his back to the couch. “I’m debunking every vampire myth.” You reply taking out his left arm. “I’m starting off with how you heal.”

He opens his mouth to answer it for you but then a knife sliced open his skin on the arm where he flinches up jolting at the cold sensation he felt of his skin ripping. You shook your eyes not for a second and he was healed. The way his pale beautiful merciful skin goes undone back to normal as if he never got cut open in the first place— it was crazy, crazy to see it happen in front of you and still leave you questioning if you’ve done it or not. Jaemin’s kind was amazing. His body was one for all unique. You look up at Jaemin wide eyes as day, he stares back blankly retracting his hand back harshly.

You wow loudly now. “That’s fucking insane . You heal instantly! Do you know how fucking insane that is? I mean- I wonder what your cells look like under the microscope.” You ramble turning around to get the next thing going and he tuts his teeth at you. “There you go, you’re going Frank Einstein on me.” Jaemin scoffing as he was now purely regretting the decision he’s made, I mean he feels slightly oppressed, it’s like he’s your animal to only experiment on and you take pure joy in it.

“No I’m not going Frank Einstein on you I’m simply answering the worries in my head. I cant let you operate on people if you can’t control yourself around blood or whatever.” You tell him, turning around with a round garlic in your hands.

You saw jaemin’s face diffuse into a frown and an offending look where he simply can’t believe you would think that works against him. He opens his mouth shaking his head.

“Y/n are you being serious right now?” He asked you and you nod approvingly. “Yeah does it look like I’m joking?”

“I wish you were…” Jaemin mutters. “No the garlic does not work.” He spat putting the garlic out of your hands. He hates the smell only. “We have heightened smell, eyesight, taste and hearing. Meaning all the garlic will do is smell horribly and I’m sure it’s the same for you.” He’d sassily point out and you click your teeth at him. “Alright geez don’t get offended Dracula 2.0”

“That’s also offensive.” Jaemin replies rolling his eyes. “Dracula is just fiction.”

“For real? He isn’t like a…real person? That you met?” You chide slowly as you look up, he glared right at you as he looks away. “I’m not that old.” Jaemin responds. “He is just a myth.”

“How about how you became a vampire. Do you need to get bitten to become one?”

Jaemin takes a while to answer, which makes you suspicious that it might way more than just a mere bite to the neck and poof you’re a vampire. He sits up on the couch grinding his legs to the chest where he held them. For once the doctor in front of you was speaking softly and slowly, almost like it was a reflection of himself; like he was telling you a story. His story. It was truly a walk down the memory lane, a very slow grave depressing walk Jaemin swore to never remember but here he is, telling a human doctor, who’s still as equally despicable about this. How did he end up this way? What happened and when did the events turn, for Jaemin to be sitting down in front a person that isn’t his meal?

The doctor spoke in gutturalise manner, swerving the back of his voice. You stand slowly sitting in front of him carefully as your eye contact on the brunette never left, it’s as if he were finding the right words to speak. More like to find where to start the story.

“The process is much more complicated than that.” Jaemin begins, lifting his head up to finally watch your tied eyes on him. “I was twenty three when i was first turned. I was completely unaware of the supernatural, in fact i was very skeptical. But then one night changed everything for me,”

“I worked as a barista part time to pay for my bills. That night i covered a late shift for my friend who didn’t come into work, I gladly did it without disagreeing. I was taking out the trash behind the café, then a loud sound came from behind me.”

“I felt this eerie cold breath run down my neck, my whole body couldn’t move and somehow i knew deep down in my stomach that screamed for me to escape that I was a goner. The vampire that turned me took pleasure in torturing me, she took my blood. I suppose she took a liking to because the next minute i…—”

“I woke up as a vampire.” He finishes with a exhale. A gloom expression fills his empty void that he has to live with for eternity now. The worst part of the situation is that he cannot do anything about it, and that is exactly how he’s feeling too. Helpless. Useless. He has this power in him, this monster raging for him to embrace what he is; yet he cannot do that. He’s human. Human at heart.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You slowly tell. Jaemin shakes his head discarding you instantly. “Don’t…don’t say anything like that. I don’t want to be pitied.” The man deflects you who wasn’t used to hearing a sorry, it felt weird, almost surreal to hear an apology. It’s been such a long time for him alone.

You didn’t tell him anything further but one thing struck you, wondering what could possibly be the process of becoming such monstrous thing. “Jaemin how did you become a vampire then…?”

“To be turned you’d have to die. You have to be fed on and then killed.”

“So that means you…” Your voice pauses as coming to a realisation. Jaemin darkly gazing at you with lifeless pupils however why was there sadness behind them? Was the trauma hitting him physically and mentally right in front of you. Perhaps. The man looks away, standing from his seat as he looks down at the clock.

“It’s late. I’ll be going to bed.” He announces apathetically leaving the room to go upstairs. You raise your eyebrows in surprise, mumbling.

“Whoa vampires sleep..?”

He didn’t tell you vampires can sleep. That’s surprisingly and weirdly anticlimactic.

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You’d be lying if your time with jaemin didn’t increase positively in your relationship with him overall as well as your colleagues rivalry situation became much better. It was almost unexpected. Other doctors have become surprised to see you around jaemin as well as pushing out your ways to go and help the man without segueing an argument or bashing him with your usual criticism.

But what exactly changed. Was it your relationship with him or was it you and him specifically?

You sigh out loudly entering the doctors staff only room where everyone has their breakfast, lunch and even dinner if you’d be doing night shifts surgeries and stuff like that— taking off the white cloak behind your arms fiddling with its hem , it slips right off as you open your eyes closing the staff door. Behind the corner the wide room reveals a long silhouette of a man sleeping on the couch across with their feet hanging off and their one hand swaying to the ground. You jump in surprise, catching your soft yell.

“Holy— he really needs to stop creeping up everywhere.” You whisper throwing the white coat down and approaching the overlapping couch with the unconscious body. The doctor laying across looks absolutely ethereal. In fact, you can’t help but wow at his handsomeness showing through. Seriously, he’s lucky he was born handsome because now he can live with this face for eternity.

You smile as your fingers push the sleepy bed brunette hair aside where the long lashes curling to his eyelids come in view. Tilting your head you look down to your left hand accidentally touching his hand that fell off the couch leaving the rest of his body.

Y/n left out a soft yelp when the hand has flinched forward pulling the doctor on top of his body. Jaemin opens his eyes as he was looking at your face he has pull closer, the man’s eyes held an universe in them whenever he was met with your beautiful warmth empathic eyes and soft face that screams unreachable beauty. Something he cannot attain. Not with his dark matter of body. You were the opposite of everything he is and was, but maybe that’s why he’s so drawn to you.

“Y/n. What are you doing?” Jaemin casually asks letting go off your wrist as you look down to his eyes and lips without looking away. “I was…checking up on you. If you…”

“If you stole another blood bag! That’s exactly why I was this close to you…” you murmur and the boy couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “I was beginning to think you were admiring me up close.”

You’d blush at the absurdity of his words but was he far off the idea at all? Not really. You were doing exactly that, watching him sleep without any reason to doing so. It just felt safe and comforting to watch him sleep for some reason.

It’s not weird to see jaemin sleep anywhere like these places either because you soon learned over these past weeks coming to a month that vampires tend to sleep a lot and they will sleep anywhere. Especially if vampires don’t drink blood they will become reliable on sleeping as it lessens their cravings and puts them at peace from losing control.

“Don’t be ridiculous and answer my question, have you drank yet?” Y/n asks the boy as she gets up walking to the fridge opening it wide as she got out the apple juice box. She pours it into a cup, before sipping on it.

Jaemin yawns widely into his hand before stretching out his arms, cracking a bone or two. “No. I wasn’t able to hunt down a rabbit this morning.”

“Those fuckers are fucking fast. I’m surprised they’re able to even escape me.” He rants with his low tired-half awoken voice that somehow sent angels singing in your ears. You swore he sounds quite attractive.

You chuckle. “So you’re blood deprived and you hate rabbits. Noted.” He heard you joke as jaemin stands up humming quietly.

“But are you sure you’ll do okay without blood for now? You have a night shift with me today…” you pause worrying for the man in front of you. He had this pale complexion, this apathetic expression half of the time but when he’s alone with you it was different. His eyes increased, the frown smile curves into a wide moon crest, the way he spoke was way more interactive and high pitch. You could tell he felt comfortable with you.

No more hiding from people he’s surrounding himself with. A person he can honestly talk with and show his true self.

“Don’t worry. I have you.” Jaemin softly responds reaching for your head where he pat you. “I have you to always come to my rescue. Plus i don’t think i’m missing the rabbit blood.”

“No offence but nothing beats human blood unfortunately. I know there are plenty of vampires who go vegetarian where they only eat animal blood but.”

“It’s not for you?” You were quick to cut him off and Jaemin nods. “Very much not for me.”

The comfortable silence between the two of you reminds how much you guys talk and it could be able anything too. The doctors would rest their gaze on each other without look away as you swirl the cup of juice down, then a thought ran through your head. Eventually that thought was the only thing you could imagine and it did come out of your lips, enough to cause this sturdy calming atmosphere to dissolve like translucent water flooding the surface.

“How about my blood?”

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The question was enough to stun jaemin from talking to you ever since your talk this afternoon. He left the room as he completely discarded this conversation like it was a piece of paper, scrunching it into a firm ball and then throwing it into a large pit of fire. That’s exactly how you felt, left out in the cold and wondering if you perhaps scared him. Maybe you upset him by such absurd question. He’s ignoring you. The rest of your coworkers have felt the tension as if it were a sparking fire burning their skin alive. Let alone watching you guys not communicate as much as you would usually, it made them think you guys had a fight; but can you call it a fight when he didn’t let you argue but left you out of nowhere suddenly and has been since then avoiding your every movement and words when you call out to speak.

It was complicated enough having this relationship with him where he would often stay at your house, you would be analysing him, learning about his ways and the way he survives. There was an undeniable feeling of chemistry and likeliness between the two of you. Opposite attracts. Mortal and Immortal. Senior and Junior. Try hard and Laidback.

He was everything you weren’t and you were everything he wasn’t and couldn’t ever be.

Everything that’s happened over the course of time has only strengthened your relationship but as well, activated feelings to upgrade and develop. Yes, Na Jaemin has fallen for your charms unlike any other, he was not any better than a human man who would fall for you twice as hard as Jaemin did. The vampire just cannot resist you, he wants to listen to you, be around you, hell he would do anything to be with you. Jaemin has a lifetime to enjoy but he couldn’t enjoy such a long time, it’s as if knowing he is immortal cause him to be depressed of the way he will live. Living like an animal, caged on earth surviving no matter what he will do.

But then he met you. A woman called Y/n who has changed his dark gloomy grim pathway flashing it with light and hope. Things he has lost the moment he came back as a vampire on earth. You made his life a little brighter, way better and exciting.

“Jaemin please talk to me.” You shout out in hushed voice grabbing a hold of his arm as you both pull him inside an office that belongs to you. Jaemin had no choice but to follow your body lining without a word once the door has closed, with a singular lock.

Indicating he wasn’t leaving until he spoke with you. Your intentions and facial expression you gaze at him made that very clear as day. He looks down to the floor before lifting himself up looking straight at you. “Y/n I’m not going to have this talk with you. There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Why? There’s plenty I can name right now. Jaemin why are you avoiding me.” You cut in stepping forward. Jaemin can’t keep a straight eye contact with you, it was getting harder to breathe the more he smelled your intense perfume and shampoo bodily scent. Truly interferes with his self control. That and plus his intense emotions for you weren’t enough to keep him going.

He can’t have this relationship go for far too long. The world has no future for a vampire and human together .

“Okay firstly I’m not ignoring you. secondly, are we going to ignore the fact that you’ve asked me to drink your blood?” He said.

“Y/n I’m not going to drink from you. I’ve never drank out of a human before okay it’s crazy enough that I survived on bloodbags.” Jaemin spat.

“It was just an offer you don’t have to run out and ignore me because of it.” You glare as he looks at you with a softening gaze. Perhaps he was a bit rash on running out on you with all dramatically effect, but he felt so urgent to accept the offer when you said it. It might be his hunger playing tricks, his cravings, but he truly felt like if he stayed any longer speaking with you about the manner… he might of had actually said yes to it and fed on you.

It would break him to do that to you. He doesn’t have much control either way, he will hurt you in the process and it’s the least thing he wants to do to anyone.

“I had to run away because if i didn’t I would’ve actually done something I regret.”

Your eyes tremble wondering what could he have done that scares him so much. Jaemin’s lips seal close as he looks away pushing past you, but you were the first one to ever defeat him in running. You block his pathway with two hands pressing on his chest as you watch him closely. Jaemin let’s out a soft gasp by your hands on his body contacting it near, feeling all your warmth emitting on his corpse like body that does not beat, doesn’t keep warmth and stays lifeless. With your hand deeply pressing in the centre he felt your heartbeat on your palm, your fingertips crawling at the cold surface and most infuriating to him was your warm blood running in the veins he so badly keeps imagining piercing with his fangs to the point of no letting go.

“What do you mean by that Jaemin.” You croak out. Jaemin’s Adam Apple shivers with his voice withholding from answering, despite his need of being heard. Your question was too much to bare open in the surface to answer. “I need your answer how can we trust each other if you don’t tell me anything.” Y/n said again.

“How can you trust me when i had thoughts of drinking you dry.” Jaemin in frustration whispers to you almost dangerously with wide eyes glaring into you. Y/n backs away a step stumbling by the large statement. It wasn’t a question whatsoever. It was a fact. The doctor inner self clearly has no intentions of ever letting you live, so he was fighting himself all along…

You thickly swallow. “Jaemin you wouldn’t do that. We’re friends.”

“Don’t trust me.” He warns carefully closing his eyes. The sudden hunger overlaps the way his speech begins and therefore causes him to push with his own force on a wall far from your body where it stands now. You watch jaemin’s body crumble out of hunger.

“Jaemin are you okay?” You take a step forward and it caused a great strain to the man who puts his hand as a warning in front. “Don’t come forward. I’m fine.”

The strict boundaries jaemin has put there weren’t before cause a strain of conflict for your feelings and agreement to the fear that he could launch at you any minute. Though the doubts run off like mini fractures of memory disappearing because you and jaemin are close friends. Good friends who rely for each other’s help, if you dare doubt your friends are they really your friends? You firmly step forward grabbing a hold of jaemin’s wrist where you lead him to sit down on a nearby couch in the lonely grim dark office flowing open with plenty dust. The doctor was careful to keep Jaemin near as you felt the cold temperature for his body emit on yours,

He closes his eyes deeply breathing. The more he was in your presence the more it became harder to self control and restrict his desires. The urges to just bite in your soft smooth surface you call skin, give into those deep sinful desires as well as act on his strong emotions to you. The factuality couldn’t put his killing imagination to words or science. He was an abomination for evening thinking of you this way. It’s not humane. He won’t be humane if he hurts you. Y/n wasn’t aware of how bad it’s hurting him by being near you, so when you have lean in filling his face with your hands by cupping him softly,

You spoke in such foreign times he can’t comprehend but listen so endearingly. Your eyes looking down at him with only innocence and compassion. Not an ounce of judgment, hatred or disgust coming out of you for seeing him struggle and change into this immortal mythical creature.

Even though you have clearly done the opposite of his wishes by staying around him, taking care of him, keeping the dark secrets he’s holding so close inside his heart till the world comes to an end; he won’t ever forget the authenticity you hold him up to.

From rivals at work with your jealousy for the talented young new doctor at the hospital from trying to sabotage Jaemin to get him kicked out; you immediately went to his rescue and ended up getting yourself involved with him in positive ways. You weren’t sure how or what possessed you enough to help this man.

But you did not regret it. You fell hard for Jaemin. Perhaps you always had these subconscious feelings in your heart, unable to get over the fact that he’s a talented worker, one of a kind person in society and…he somehow ends up being a gentle vampire.

“Jaem you didn’t eat anything from morning you’re probably starving— you look so drained.” You stutter out in panic seeing the way he looks deprived. Jaemin couldn’t answer back with enough energy as he felt dizzy round the room with half open lids.

The more he was left without blood, the more he got the taste of death. Perhaps, it was for the better for him to die of starvation. Jaemin didn’t wish to end up this way, to live with immorality and not as human.

However Y/n was not ready to say goodbye to Jaemin. The moment you saw this defeated look on the doctor laying on the couch slouching with his spine resting to the edge, he didn’t dare pay attention to you as he only watching the front ceiling and wall in daze. You let out a harsh sigh ripping open your wrist out of the white doctor’s coat, the way you reach over for a sharp object to cut with you turn to Jaemin in a determined gaze.

He slowly questions your actions when he saw the object move to your wrist, as if it were a slow motion to replay this mistake you were about to do.

“what are you doing y/n..?” Jaemin whispers weakly. The way his body was instant to recognise the warm blood dripping from your wrist leaving the open wound free like a waterfall, he hates how much his body began to feel more alive being nearby blood, he dislikes the way his nostrils flare in curiosity, he despises the fact his eyes flash open as if they were back to life and no more this drained dying Iris.

He hates how much you’re tempting him with good intentions by doing something so bad for him. Jaemin jolts from the position quickly, a gravitational pull on your body escorts you to fall flat on the couch underneath Jaemin with your wrists tugging straight in the air near his face, the way he did not hesitate to sunk those canine animalistic fangs to your already open wound, proved how much he’s wanting this.

Wanting you as much as you wanted him to become healthy and strong. You bite down on your bottom lip, strong sucking motions were heard as he drank every last drop. Your body felt measly and weakly the more he took from you but the sickening validation from helping jaemin made it feel like a good cause, as if you were made for this, made for him to use you whenever and that’s what creates this feeling in the deep suburbs of your stomach. Your lips quiver at the way he bite harder, there was something with the way he stared at you as he did so.

With his eyes glowing red watching you keenly. Jaemin savouring your blood like it was an one of all prizes he’s ever wanted and need on his life— why does he need anything when he has you? He drops your wrist from his mouth with ease once he was done, twenty minutes of fully drinking you near to dry with a few drops straining his mouth down to his chin. Jaemin was watching you with a great satisfaction of a sigh.

He hears your heart skipping to every beat, he can hear every vein in your body, every artery and tube running open with warm sweet blood and he could smell the excitement from your expression watching him up with those wide beautiful eyes,

The man you helped willingly on your own and became so infected by this vampire was your mistake for falling for such a heinous creature that makes you feel just as equally alive even though he is a dead being residing in earth grounds. Walking it like the immortal he is and you were the opposite of him. The relationship would never work. You’re both aware. Yet here you are wrapping arms around Jaemin with all your emotions running in it as you exhale out.

“Jaemin I can’t stand you being hurt.” You shout out. The man wraps his hands on your waist snuggling right into the embrace you’ve pulled him in to. He whispers in your shoulders he buried the face in, finding comfort in your warmth he does not have. “I’m sorry. I’m okay now.”

He softly reassures you . You pull back as you watch his face with lovingly eyes, from that moment Jaemin couldn’t help but resist on watching your lips frequently and neither did you. In the quietness of the room, dark yet emotional atmosphere…

Everything seemed perfect in this moment and that’s where your lips met for the first time. A loving kiss shared enough information between you two to come to a conclusion that you’re more than willing to do anything for each other.

Jaemin felt like he hit a salvation after such long period of timing when kissing you. Who knew he could fall deeper and deeper for you just for how you embrace, pull and keep him near you like he were a precious thing to you. He felt loved.

If only his heart could beat again, he swears to you you’d make him run marathons per second, if he could blush he would let you know and if he were human, he’d grow old with you.

You moan out from the kiss breaking apart when he latch his lips on your neck kissing it down on the sideline and back up to your jawline, leaving traces of wet stains from those lips mixing in with your share saliva. On the couch straying underneath him, your legs soon capture his waist pulling him to switch positions; he goes on the bottom as you pull yourself on top.

The way your fingers slip off your upper clothing he was amazed by the way you did so easily. Jaemin didn’t hesitate to mention how beautiful you are, the way your beauty cannot be described by mere words, his eyes never left you as well, jaemin made sure to make you feel comfortable as much as possible,

Even though his actions were penetrating you to the dark side of the situation, as he didn’t hesitate to unclip your black front lace bra with patterns. Jaemin fondling your chest with hands and squeezing to cause you to grind on his lower body. The man grunts in response to your fiddles with his long locks on his head, gripping the hair freely as he pinched and licks on your breasts like they were the greatest things to lay hands on. Fangs were grinding on the sensitive nipples erecting them instantly.

“Shit..- no fangs.” You whined aloud arching your head back with closed eyes squeezing shut. You feel his smirk against your chest as he pulls his head back, the cold air in the office surrounding you hit the surfers of your warmly licked nipples clashing .

You shiver when he explored everything on your body. Your lower clothes did not last long as he was practically busy with his fingers in your folds and clit, rubbing in circles and zigzag motions, heaving your body in plenty rolls and firmly gripping on your thighs everytime you’d squirm when the way his rough fingers were becoming fast and faster to your orgasm— the way your body tried to run away from it, he stopped you, allowing you to come undone right away on his fingers with your substance.

The way your voice went on louder chords like music to him, he can’t risk being caught. Jaemin teasingly trails as his fingertips trace on your low abdomen where the burning pit from the orgasm led. Everytime he presses harshly on it with his two index and middle fingers caused you to whine and moan. It enhances the orgasm post more.

“Careful Doc, you can’t let others know we’re doing this.” He whispers to your ears that prick up on every little words he said. Jaemin watches your dazed expression with soft hums left your trembling lips. “I’ll be quiet i promise.” You said back. He pulls your head into soft pets and head strokes occasionally putting away few hair strands from your side curtain bangs covering your eyes.

“God. You’re irresistible. You have no idea how hard it is to do self control whenever you’re around.” Jaemin trails, you lean closer wrapping your arms on his neckline pulling his head closer. You peck his lips softly which he allows, he moves hands on your hips holding them with a gentle firm grip, squeezing. “You don’t have to control yourself right now. You’re allowed to do whatever you want.” You remind him. Though your words were tempting to take on the offer, Jaemin can’t put the fact away that you’re mortal and he’s not.

You’re much weaker. He can’t beg the fact that he could hurt you anytime and he does not want to do that.

“Y/n I don’t want to hurt you.” Jaemin let’s out. You purse your lips into a soft smile. In the moment of pause your forehead rests on top of his forehead. Jaemin closing his eyes breathing in and out heavily, you sigh happily. In his presence you seem to be the happiest,surprisingly a vampire could swoop you off your feet.

“I can take it all, Jaem. I love you, a lot.” You whisper and he swore he couldn’t forget your words. Jaemin cannot hide the genuine smile leaving his face as you mimic it back, he goes to kiss on your neck once again, admiring the way he left bunch of love bites on your necktie. “I love you too princess. I’ll give you whatever you want. All you have to do is ask for it.” He darkly said in husky voice.

You hum desperately at the ideas. “Please just fuck me. I need to feel you..”

Jaemin felt your begging to be self praising as he lets out a soft nod. The way you both continue to strip his clothes off without a notice until his manhood sprung free from the boxers your jaw felt unclipped; seeing how your face exclaims visible he smirks sitting you on his lap. Jaemin grunts out when you handle his harden cock so freely, leaning back carefully, watching you.

“Ride me y/n.” Jaemin softly demands almost in need of you, to feel you just as much as you want him too. You show him an answer with your sheepishly sly smirk as your bodies tightly connect in slow. The way his cock was both partaking in the girth and size department did not disappoint you. He was thick enough to stretch you quite a bit, at first it felt like a burning pinch hitting you, it stung but then came this addictive drug like need to feel movement in and out of you.

Jaemin could tell you were ready when you lightly move your thighs. The man felt surreal with you bouncing up and down constantly, but boy did it feel great to feel your warm pulse going crazy on his dick. You have the immortal being gripping his hair, couch edge and the way he was straddling your thighs with his hands, squeezing them with how well you were riding him, milking his cock to the end, no mercy was shown in your speed and pace; it was both fast and unstoppable nothing could make you go slower even if he begged, you continued and did as you wanted and that is exactly what he fell in love with in the moment.

He got wanted and he was left satisfied as Jaemin was trying to withhold from finishing too fast. You were so much better than expected when he could imagine, because the urge to release was there from the first little jump.

“I-..‘M close so badly. Y/n can i finish inside you?” He groans as he was burying in your bouncing chest smothering his face in it as he muffled to you. You pant with a moan, the way he bulged in your fragile small stomach sent him on the edge. He could see it, as he pressed his thumbs on the little bulge. “I need to finish in you..y/n..you’re so small.” He blabbers.

You grunt at the idea of being filled and the way he was begging you to the end of it. You grip on his shoulders.

“You’re such a good boy asking me…fill me up then.” Y/n commands. Not a second left by your response, he was filling your walls in his colour, white. Jaemin whines as he reaches to your neck and lingering down till sweetly kissing on your shoulder. The way he felt the urge to bite on, Jaemin follows his instinct and bit right into your soft skin cracking it in pieces. You moan at the sensation of his teeth sinking in the foreign place.

The way you remember his body from top to bottom was crazy, the studying you’ve done and everything was making sense. The Anatomy Of Na Jaemin, led to you falling in love with eventually becoming a dark sinner just for him.

He drunk like no tomorrow from you. You weakly smile with a soft sigh. The way your body was so sensitive it left Jaemin wanting to do more things to you, much sinful bad things to your body and it left you accepting them freely.

The next minute he flips you underneath where he was in between your legs putting his face on your inner thighs marking them with his wet lips. You knew what he was doing, he was going to drink from you, but he was taking his sweet time to catch you off guard. The minute you were flinching at every tiny moment he’s done to you, makes him flash you an ear to ear evil grin that you fell in love with.

He bit down into the inner thigh with two fangs piercing through. Blood gushing down your thighs freely as one fell from his lips unable to contain it. Jaemin was so drunk on you, it was clear he fell in love with you entirely and it didn’t help when you gave and gave him everything.

You indulge him in his greedy ways but you loved it. Loved being at his use, loved being helpful.

You let out a high pitch teary cry when he finally let go off your inner thighs from drinking. Even if it hurt you loved the pain. Perhaps you’re a masochist. “Humans are always so sensitive. I can’t say i hate that about them.”

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How could I ever forget you? Chapter 5

Sebastian Sallow/Professor Sallow x f!MC / reader

Slow burn/fluff/angst, aged up characters 18-mid 20s 🌿 TW- mention of death and ptsd (I am diagnosed with ptsd myself, so it was interesting to write about it)

Somehow it had taken until your final day at Hogwarts to finally show Sebastian how you felt, and by then it was too late. Years pass and your distance grows stronger, despite your many efforts for him. A surprise encounter at a new job could change things forever. Finding each other once again at the very place you first met, Hogwarts.

Chapter 1: “I guess this is it”

Chapter 2: “Oh how I missed you”

Chapter 3: “Goodbye Sebastian”

Chapter 4: “I think it’s time you move on”

Chapter 5: “Professor Sallow?”

Today was your first mission as a real, qualified Auror. Years of hard work, training and determination had all led up to this moment. You, Natty and a few other new recruits were being sent to deal with some poachers that were terrorising a local village. Easy enough, you thought to yourself. You had dealt with dozens of poachers before, not to mention dark wizards and goblins too. The only difference now was that Sebastian would not be by your side, looking over at you with pride every time you took one down. But you’d convinced yourself by now that you didn’t need him. You could handle yourself.

I think it’s time you move on.

The words embedded your head. For whatever reason, hearing that from Ominis scolded you more than anything could have prepared you for. Those words left a scar. Perhaps it was the sheer embarrassment, or that those words were the closest you’d get to Sebastian’s own.

“I’ve got this,” you whispered to yourself, eyeing down your brand new uniform, a coat that hugged your body in all the right places. You couldn’t help but wonder if Sebastian would be proud of you, for making it this far. He was the one who taught you everything you knew, after all. The first wizard you’d ever beaten in a duel. He alone was responsible for all of this.

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You mounted your broom, peeping through the long grass that reached just above your head. Dusk had fallen, and the poachers were surrounded. Blissfully unaware of the ring of budding Aurors hiding behind a disillusionment charm.

Natty had signalled you to move forward, carefully taking step by step, weaving through the grass in order to get a better look of the enemy. Slowly….Slowly…. Crack.

A twig beneath your feet. The poachers shot up, startled, shouting at one another, words you couldn’t quite make out.

A flash of red flew above your head. That was it. The first spell fired. A battle was underway.

The other Aurors stepped forward, revealing themselves in a circle of fire. It was magnificent, thrilling even. You eyes focused upon the poachers, frantically darting around each other. However there was one, in the middle of the noise, so calm. So.. collected. He had his back turned to you, basking in the violence. Eventually he revealed himself, slowly stepping in your direction. He wore a mask that fell just below his eyes, eyes that were glowing in the foggy darkness.

You had gotten it all wrong, these were not just poachers, these were dark wizards. You inhaled, the smell of smoke consuming your lungs. Lifting your wand, preparing to take him-

“Avada Kedavra-“ a flash of green sparked in your direction. A loud thud rang through your ears, as your surroundings began to spin, almost moving you to someplace else.

You tried to think, but you couldn’t reach. You tried to breathe, but you’d forgotten how. Suddenly an image flashed before your eyes, clearer than the night sky above you.

It was Sebastian. Dread in his eyes as he held out his wand. The dread quickly turned to anger, the anger turned to hate. As his lips trembled, revealing the same words you’d heard just moments ago. Avada Kedavra. The same flash of green, the same thud. Solomon crashing to the ground in front of you. A loud ringing pierced through your skull. And there it was again, Sebastian, the same words, the same flash of green, the same thud. Over and over. Until suddenly- darkness.

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“Ominis, is she alright Ominis?” Sebastian’s voice trembled. “I read it in the Prophet, new Auror down after poacher attack. They didn’t name any names. Ominis, please. Tell me she’s okay.” His eyes pleaded in desperation. Sweating through the fear, he sat at the kitchen table, head in his hands. His thoughts spiralled down a rabbit hole of despair. I could have protected her. How could I let this happen? If only there was a way I could go back in time. Perhaps I would never have spoken to her at all. I could have prevented this, all of this.

Ominis didn’t know how to respond, he knew she was alive, but she certainly wasn’t alright.

“She’s….. injured.” He paused. “But recovering.”

Sebastian felt a single tear form in his eye. He was truly relieved to hear she was alive, but he couldn’t help but wonder if mourning her would have been easier.

“Sebastian, you need to stop worrying about her like this. You live completely different lives, she can handle herself.”

He said nothing. Completely and utterly defeated. The two sat in total silence, until Ostara got home.

~~~

It was the middle of the night, and Sebastian lay tossing and turning in his bed. His thoughts still spiralling, about you. About what he could have done. He was desperate to protect you, but it wasn’t his place. He imagined the battle, so brutal, so deadly. He pictured you falling to the ground, being tortured, being violated. His mind was a gruesome place, and he had no escape from it.

Ostara was beside him, deep in slumber. He could barely look at her, the guilt was far too much.

Pulling himself out of bed, he gently took a breath before reaching down below his feet. A small shoebox revealed itself from under a floorboard, which he so quietly put back in place.

Sebastian made his way down to the kitchen, walking in total silence. It was truly the dead of night, it felt like nobody else in the world was awake but him. He liked it that way.

Sitting back at the table where he shed his only tear, he pulled out his wand.

“Lumos,” he whispered, as the light illuminated the box before him. Carefully, he removed the lid, revealing a treasure trove of memories, letters, keepsakes. Every single one of them, from you.

Placed at the top, was that final letter. The one he couldn’t bring himself to write back.

My thoughts are with you, always.

His fingers stroked the words you had so delicately laid out for him, his eyes glistening once more.

He pulled out a new piece of parchment, contemplating the right move to make. Quill in hand, just breathing onto the paper, mustering up the courage to reach out a hand, after all this time.

The ink finally met the paper, as the words danced into formation.

My Dear MC,

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You woke up in a sweat. Panting, gasping for air. It was the same nightmare you’d been having for weeks. Sebastian, the murderer.

Waking up at this hour had become the new normal for you, since the battle with the poachers. All you could remember was that flash of green, and the memory of Sebastian you had tried to hard to forget.

You’d lost a friend that night, her name was Hera. A brand new recruit all the way from France. She had such potential, such grace. But all of that was swept away in a single, careless act of evil. The same act you’d witnessed Sebastian take out, on his own uncle.

You truly thought you had forgotten about it, or at least moved on from it. You had always sympathised with Sebastian for what he did, seen his point of view, seen his pain. Why only now was this such a haunting memory, eating at you whenever you have a single moment of peace. You feared you may never sleep again, or never work again. The idea of going back into a battle was completely traumatising. You needed to take time for yourself, to heal. You needed peace more than ever.

It was a few moments before you’d noticed something, sitting at the end of your bed. It was a letter. How odd, you thought to yourself. It was a particularly strange hour to receive an owl, and you didn’t even hear one arrive. You reached out, grabbing the letter and holding it under the moonlight.

“MC,” the envelope read, in that all too familiar handwriting. The air immediately left your lungs as you fell back into the bed, once again gasping as if the nightmare was playing before your very eyes. There he was again, staring at you, but this time with pure evil. Before taking out the act on his uncle, for what seemed like the hundredth time.

“No!” You called out, tears steaming down your face. It felt so real, you knew deep down it wasn’t, yet still you couldn’t escape it. You couldn’t escape him.

After an hour of laying there, hopelessly trying to recover, you picked up the letter once more. You could not bring yourself to open it. Not now, perhaps not ever. For the first time in your life, Sebastian was the last person you needed. You took the unopened letter, and placed it in the back of your diary, knowing it would be there waiting, if you ever felt ready. Although truthfully, you were not sure that day would ever come.

~~~

Going back to work was a struggle. You didn’t like becoming overwhelmed with well wishes and condolences, despite everyone’s intentions, it could only make you feel worse. Natty was amazing though, as always, but it was hard to not compare yourself to her. She was there, at the battle. She watched Hera die before her very eyes. And then she watched you, pathetically collapse onto the ground like scared puppy. Yet somehow through it all, she kept going. You wished you could be like that. Merlin, you were expected to be like that. It was the very essence of your job.

The Ministry had thrown you in to the most mundane work, patrolling the streets, trainee stuff. You understood why, but boy was it humiliating. Your best friend was out there battling dark wizards and you were putting tickets on peoples poor broom parking. It was pathetic.

The final straw came after a rather easy shift. No tickets, just aimlessly wandering through Diagon Alley being the face of authority. Suddenly you heard a ruckus, seemingly coming from Garreths shop. A crowd began to form as you pushed through in order to witness what would probably be the most exciting thing you’d seen all day. It didn’t take long to realise what was happening.

“He’s stolen a love potion,” Garreth sighed at you. Before him stood a teenager, his back towards you, being rather rude at the accusation.

“No I didnt!” He insisted. You approached as the young boy turned his face to you, revealing a scarf covering everything but his eyes. You mind instantly whipped you back into that battle. The eyes of the wizard who killed your friend looking right through you.

Somehow the willpower in you kept going, you knew it was just a harmless teenager, you knew it was all in your head.

Garreth stepped forward “Hey just-“

The young boy hesitated suddenly pulling out his wand, aiming it at your friend. You felt your throat tighten, your stomach turn. And just like that, darkness.

~~~

Not soon after, the Ministry had ordered you to take leave, to consider pursuing a different path. You felt like a complete failure. The hero of Hogwarts now couldn’t even stand up to a teenager, and it was all Sebastian’s fault.

Many months were spent at home, just trying to get better. You took up an array of hobbies, did things that brought you joy. Things were beginning to once again look up, and it was a such a weight off of your shoulders.

Natty would often come home after witnessing things that were too gruesome to repeat, you could see the damage lingering in her eyes. But you always tried to take her mind off it, surprising her with dinners and gifts. You deeply knew how much it must have pained her within, how draining the job was. If you had learned anything from what happened, it was how to be an excellent support system.

Often times she would crack, letting her emotions pour over you, yet somehow you found it healing, to be able to speak her back to comfort. Perhaps helping others was your path in life? But healers had skills you certainly lacked, and were definitely not qualified in healing the mind, that’s for sure.

It was Natty who had given you the excellent idea of approaching the ministry about a new job, a job in healing the minds of others. You knew the ministry would listen, given your experience with them, and much to your surprise there were incredibly receptive to the idea. This kind of work was unheard of in the wizarding world, and it truly felt good to be back at it, making a difference.

~~~

Another year rolled on, a year of research, study and practice. In all honesty you barely thought about Sebastian anymore. His only relevance to your life was reflecting on how his actions had helped you so much to grow. You we’re beginning to feel grateful for what happened, if that were even possible.

It had seemed that your work had found it’s way back to Hogwarts, as one morning you found a particularly interesting letter waiting at your desk.

Dear MC,

I am writing on behalf of myself, and the headmaster regarding your groundbreaking work at the Ministry. You have taken strides in supporting the well-being of wizards across the country and we take exceptional pride in that being from a student of our own.

We would like to offer you a position in the school, as Professor of Acknowledgement. A new post we have set up with intention of supporting students with whatever needs they may have, in class and in confidentiality. Many previous students and staff have expressed great gratitude in your eagerness to help them back in your years at Hogwarts. One of which being my nephew, Garreth, who speaks incredibly highly of you and your work.

We look forward to hearing from you,

Professor Matilda Weasley

Deputy Headmistress

Garreth, you grinned to yourself. You could barely believe he had put a word in with his aunt like that. If only she knew that the task you had helped him with all those years ago was actually stealing.

A smile was slapped permanently on your face. A job at Hogwarts would be a dream come true. It was the one place that only ever truly felt like home. The stars were beginning to align, perhaps everything did happen for a reason.

~~~

You approached the castle, bags in hand. The sight was glorious, and just as magical as the first time you had gazed upon it. The window light reflecting on the black lake, the rolling mountains. The magic in the air was running through your veins. Home.

“Mr Moon!” You greeted, approaching the giant gateway.

“Hello you!” He beamed. The castle was vacant. Students didn’t arrive until tomorrow, which made your familiar surroundings a tad more, eerie. “I’m here to collect your bags, a professor has been arranged to meet you outside the great hall to show you to your room, sound alright?”

You nodded, taking in your surroundings as you walked. Dozens of memories rushed over you, things you’d even completely forgotten. You found yourself smiling at everything, nothing felt better than being back, nothing in the world.

“Here we are!” Mr Moon said, dropping your bags onto the floor. The echo rippled across the halls, startling a multitude of portraits who were particularly displeased.

“I’m so glad to be back,” you beamed at him. What could possibly ruin such bliss? You wondered as the echo of footsteps peeped from around the corner. Your eyes drifted up to the top of the staircase, awaiting the guide who would be showing you to your new home.

Leather shoes appeared on the first step, followed by a white button down shirt, and a shadow of shaven beard. It was hard to make out the man’s face as he continued to make his way down, as the candlelight would catch an odd glimpse here and there. You looked down at your feet, in order to not appear to be staring.

You heard the footsteps reach the halfway point, as the man stopped. Your ears picking up him taking a deep breath, and pausing for a few moments too long.

Your eyes met his, widening at the realisation of who stood before you. Those brown orbs once again penetrating your soul. Your heart was racing so loud you barely heard Mr Moon step forward.

“Ah, there you are. You’ll be showing our newest staff member to her room, won’t you-,” he took a beat,

-Professor Sallow?”

Chapter 6

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pensat-i-fet · 10 months

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Wrong first impression (Ferran Torres x Reader)

Part 2

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“It’s so early”, I complain on my way to Patacona Beach, where we have to do some early morning training.

“It’s the perfect time to train. The only people there will be tourists finding a spot to put their beach umbrellas”.

“I guess”.

But Jorge is actually wrong, because when we get to the area of the beach we always use for our training, there is someone else there.

"Buenos días" (Good morning), we say when we walk past them

"Buenos días".

I know that guy…

"Is that Ferran Torres?", I whisper.

"Who?"

"Right. I forgot you know nothing about football".

"Oh, a footballer player? I can see that. Very fit".

"And of course you would notice that".

"I mean fit body for his job".

"Sure, darling".

We keep placing the equipment on the sand, same as Ferran and his trainer.

"So, who does he play for?"

"Barça but he used to play for Valencia".

"That tone lets me know the break up wasn't good".

Comparing a player leaving for another team with a break-up is a pretty good analogy, actually.

"He left to go to England so whatever. But then came back and celebrated scoring against us".

"Did he take his shirt off? For the celebration, I mean".

"No".

"I can see why it bothered you then".

I just roll my eyes.

Since I don’t want to be here all day, we get on with the training. I’m still recovering from a small injury so it’s vital I make sure not to overwork certain muscles. And that also means we have to stop several times for Jorge to make sure we’re doing it right. He’s my trainer but is also studying sport medicine so no one can help me more than him.

“I need more tape. Let me run to the pharmacy quickly”.

“Ok, I’ll rest”.

He’s always forgetting things so I’m not surprised. And I can use the rest so I sit down, stretching my legs every couple of seconds so the muscles don’t get too cold.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Ferran doing the same. His trainer is also gone…I wonder if he forgets things all the time as Jorge does. When he notices me looking, he smiles and I just give him a small smile in return and look away.

“Are you an athlete too?”

“Yeah”.

“I don’t know if you know me. I’m…”.

“I know you”.

“Was that a good I know you or a bad I know you?”, he laughs and some past thoughts flood my mind again. I might have had a crush on him before he left for City.

“Let’s say neutral”.

“I’ll take it. My trainer had to go talk to another client. Where’s yours?”

I didn’t expect him to make small talk but I guess it’s better than sitting here alone.

“He forgot to bring more tape. He’s lucky I can’t fire him because he always forgets something”.

“You can’t fire him…because he’s your boyfriend?”

“What?”, I try not to look disgusted but can’t help it.

“I mean. I get trainers might have to be a bit touchy but he was a lot touchy and you smiled at each other a lot, so I assumed…”.

Was he staring at us the whole time or something? “He’s my brother”.

“Now I get why you looked so disgusted. Sorry”.

But instead of looking sorry, he just starts to laugh.

“You’re so weird”.

“I’ve been called worse”, he shrugs, standing up and walking to where I am.

When we got here, it was still pretty dark but now the sun is rising there is a gorgeous orange hue around us. One that makes him look even more handsome. And the fact that he's not wearing a shirt doesn't help. Damn it! I'll go back to thinking about his celebration.

“Do you want to train with me?”, he asks, offering his hand. “They might take a while and we don’t want to get cold”.

I hesitate for a second before taking his hand and letting him help me get up. “I’m recovering from an injury, I can’t do much”.

“That’s ok. What sport do you practice?”

“Athletics. I participate in as many categories as I can qualify for”.

“Impressive. I just run and kick a ball”.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Torres. You score sometimes too”.

My comment brings his laughter back. “Valencia or Madrid then?”

“What?”

“The team you support. Because you don’t seem to like me much”.

“If you insinuate again I support Madrid, I’d like you even less”.

“So Valencia…”.

He walks to where his equipment is and I follow. Why? I don't know.

"Do you ever do boxing to train?", he asks me, picking up the gloves.

"Yeah, kickboxing too but I probably shouldn't force my legs too much. Not without Jorge supervising. Jorge is my brother, by the way. Not my boyfriend".

"A lot of athletes have affairs with their trainers. It wouldn't be that strange".

"Have you had any with yours?"

"Not with my trainers. But with some of my training partners…well, it happens".

I know it happens because that's how I met my ex but I'm not going to tell him. Also, I can tell he's flirting and I'm not interested. So agreeing with him would only give him the wrong impression.

"Who does the punching first?"

"You need the practice more", I say and he raises an eyebrow. "Because of your fight with Savic. He clearly won so you know, you need to practice for next time".

"Do you think he won that fight?", I nod. "You might have to watch it again. Or we could recreate it so you see I was in control the whole time".

When I look up to meet his eyes, I realise how close to me he is. And how nervous he's making me feel.

"So, do you want to start or not? I'm happy to punch you".

My words make him smirk but he moves back a little. "Show me what you got, then".

I take the gloves he's offering me and look down at them, trying to take deep breaths that aren't too obvious. It's just the crush I used to have. I'm sure of that. Nothing else.

I didn't lie when I said we do kickboxing for practice. And that's why the punches aren't enough. I'm itching to kick too. My legs are a lot stronger and I want to show Ferran how strong I am.

"Move back so I can kick you".

"Wow, I heard about that flirting technique but I thought it only involved insulting. Kicking me too…well, it could be worth it".

I bit my lip, trying to resist his teasing. "You might want to move one of your hands lower".

"Why?"

"Because you're making me want to kick you somewhere else that's not protected like your hands".

But he just laughs and puts his arms up so I can kick.

I try both legs slowly and when I feel more confident, I kick with my right leg. Hard.

"Jesus! You're strong".

"Regretting your teasing now?"

"Kinda…".

I just smile before the next kick and then I feel it, a little discomfort on my thigh. I put my head down and groan, frustrated.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm feeling something on my thigh. It's the same whenever I exercise too much. I can't wait to fully recover because I hate being only 50% fit".

"I get how you feel".

His voice sounds softer and I look up at him and see understanding in his eyes. He's obviously had injuries too.

"We can switch now. So I have a little rest…", but before I have time to finish talking, I see Jorge coming back.

I might have forgotten about him for a second.

He looks at me and then at Ferran, curious.

"I was trying not to get cold but I hurt myself a little".

"You what?"

Hearing about that takes all the weird ideas off his head. Just what I wanted.

"I stopped before I fully hurt myself. It's just the same discomfort I've been having".

"What did you make her do?"

Something people don't get is how protective of me my brother is. Too much sometimes.

"It was my idea, Jorge. Let's just go back and finish our training", I tell him, grabbing his arm. "Thanks for keeping me company, Torres".

"No problem. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow?"

"I've got gym tomorrow".

"Ok. Another day maybe".

"Maybe".

Jorge makes me sit immediately so he can touch the area that hurts and make sure it's not something worse than overworked muscles. And once he's happy, we finish the exercise routine we always do at the beach.

By the time we are done packing our things, I see Ferran stretching after finishing his own workout. We have to walk past him on the way out of the beach and when he looks our way, I wave at him. That gets a smile from him before he waves back.

"How did you end up training with the footballer? I can't leave you alone".

"He asked me and I thought it could be a good way to keep moving while you were away".

"Right", Jorge's tone is already annoying me before he keeps talking. "What was his name again?"

"Ferran Torres".

"Didn't you used to have his shirt?"

Of course, he remembers. "He was supposed to be our next star so I guess a lot of fans did too".

"Was that the only reason…".

"Stop talking", I say, glaring at him.

"Got it. But if you want a new one, he might be happy to get one for you".

Ugh, siblings!

The next day, we start the day at the gym and once I'm back home, I shower and put on a nice summer dress to go grab something to drink with some friends.

We’re meeting at a bar we only go to in the summer, since it’s closer to the beach. But when I get there, I check my phone and realise how early it is. Typical. I’m early and they’ll be super late.

I make my way to the terrace anyways. I can have a drink while I wait for them. And then I hear voices coming closer and assume it’s the owners who saw me get here, coming to see what I want to order. But…it isn’t just them.

"Let's go outside to take a photo. Maybe there is someone around who can take it for us", says the lady I recognize as the owner. “This lovely girl can help us maybe. And I’ll take your order in a second”.

She notices Ferran looking at me and I say a very shy hi to him which he returns.

"Oh, you know each other?"

"Sort of”, he says.

"Can you take the photo, darling?"

"Of course".

I get up and pick up the phone she’s offering so I can take the photos. “Done”.

She checks the photos, showing them to Ferran.

"Look at you. I've known him since he was a baby, you know?", she says looking at me. "And now look at him. So grown up and handsome".

Yeah, I can agree with her on that second part.

“Since you know each other, you keep her company for a second and I’ll be right back to get her order, ok?”

I sit down and Ferran stands next to my table.

"Done with training for today?"

"Yes, we did gym in the morning and now time to relax".

"Cool. Are you meeting someone?"

"Some friends but knowing them, they won't be here for another half an hour".

"If you want a drink while you wait, I can ask for it. They never allow me to pay so you’ll get it for free".

"It's ok. I can wait …".

"What do you usually drink?"

"Nestea?"

"Be right back".

"You don't have to…".

But he doesn’t listen to me and a couple of minutes later, he is back with my drink and a little tapa.

“Do they make you work for them?”

He chuckles. “Sometimes. You know, I’m glad we meet again. I got the feeling that your brother, not your boyfriend, was a bit mad at me. I’ve been thinking about it”.

He had? “He’s ok. Just worried about my injuries”.

“Still. I don’t like giving such a bad first impression. Unless he hates me too and it wasn’t really the first”.

“He doesn’t care about football. You’re safe”.

“What about you? Do you hate me?”

I shake my head. “Just got the wrong impression when you celebrated that goal against us. But I guess you’re not that bad”.

We stay in silence for a second and I eat some of the olives to keep myself occupied.

“I’m going on holiday tomorrow”, he says, surprising me.

“Ok?”

“And then I’ll go back to Barcelona”.

“Are you trying to get somewhere with this information? I don’t think I need your schedule”, I say, chuckling slightly.

“Do you ever go to Barcelona for competitions?”

“Pretty often, actually”.

“Can we meet when you do?”

“To go to the beach for a morning training?”, I tease.

“I was thinking about going on a date but I guess there is time for that too”.

We both just look at each other, our faces getting closer slowly. I guess that crush never really left.

“Hi! Have you been waiting here for long? And who is this?”

I move back and turn to see my friends. “Hi, this is Ferran. He was just keeping me company while you got here. And you’re early…for once”. How inconvenient.

“I’ll go now”, says Ferran and I panic a little because if he leaves now, I won’t see him again. “Nice seeing you again”.

He moves closer to me again to kiss my cheek as a goodbye. But before moving away, he whispers in my ear. “Send me your number in a DM on Instagram. You know my account”.

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ftmsteveraglan · 3 months

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big daddy (trans bear william afton x amab reader)

this one goes out to all the trans william enjoyers! i've been in desperate need of both big bear william and trans william, so here i am doing both. also, before anyone says anything, i know matthew lillard is on the skinnier end. this particular version is inspired by the fantastic fanart by keikoyume (not tagging her just in case she's not a fan of that!) because holy FUCK i'm feral for her rendition of him.

contains: dom william, trans bear william, sub reader, seriously the reader is submissive as shit, cunnilingus, under the desk shenanigans, daddy kink, praise kink, size difference, getting caught masturbating

you didn't know what you were getting into when you walked into the office.

it wasn't like you had anywhere else to go. your luck with your last job had run out after you'd cursed out your manager for scheduling you on a day you'd specifically asked to take off for a doctor's appointment. now, desperate with nowhere else to turn to, you'd decided to come to the job counseling office, hoping you'd find a solution.

the secretary called your number, and you jumped up to follow her into the back office. you weren't quite sure what to expect when you got there.

you didn't anticipate the man sitting before you.

even as you entered the room, you could feel his presence dominating the area. sitting before him, he loomed over you, even though he was sitting back in his chair. he had to be at least six feet tall, if not taller. he'd combed back his hair, dark brown and graying at the temples, in an attempt to look professional, but a dark part of you wanted to see how it would look unkempt and messy. he looked like he hadn't shaved in while, with a scruffy, salt and pepper beard on his chin.

no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't ignore was just how big everything about him was. broad shoulders, muscular arms, meaty hands, sizeable paunch; it was like every part of him was built to be domineering. you couldn't help but love just how much bigger he was than you, how strong he looked before you.

the nametag on his desk read "STEVE RAGLAN".

mr. raglan read through the papers in your file, humming as he flicked through the pages. he tsked, shaking his head, and said your name a few times, rolling it on his tongue. piercing eyes gazed through aviator glasses, over the pages, and straight through your soul with a look only a disappointed dad could make.

"care to explain what happened with your last job?" he asked, leaning back in the chair. you swallowed, trying to compose yourself, before talking.

"i cursed out my old manager," you said bluntly. "he scheduled me on a day i'd told him in advance that i needed off for a doctor's appointment. he wouldn't take no for an answer, so i swore at him and walked out."

mr. raglan hummed as he looked down at you over the file. "your previous jobs all have good things to say about you," he said, "but you haven't lasted at them for very long. what's that about?"

"i've been moving," you explained. "i've only now just settled down. i'm looking for something i can do to save up money so i can go back to college."

mr. raglan stayed quiet as he leafed through your file. he looked like he was about to say something, but stopped and raked his gaze over you. you tried not to squirm as his eyes moved down your body. you couldn't tell if he was checking you out or scrutinizing you.

"i might have a job for you," he said, setting your file on the desk. you perked up at the mention of a job, watching him as he got up from his desk and moved to the coffee machine at the back of the office. "want some?" he asked as he poured himself a mug.

"sure, thank you," you said with a nod. mr. raglan poured a second mug, and you took the opportunity to ogle him from where you sat. your eyes were drawn to his thick thighs, and you wondered just how big everything else of his was.

"normally, i'd try to find you a job somewhere else, at a place that fits your qualifications," mr. raglan said as he set your coffee before you. he sat back down in his chair, took a sip, and said, "but i've actually been looking for someone to fill a position around here."

curious, you drank your coffee and listened as he continued. "i'm looking for a personal assistant." with a nonchalant shrug, he explained, "it's nothing complicated, just keeping track of scheduling, sorting paperwork, things like that. pay's alright, $12 an hour." he sighed and said, "but, if you want, i can try to find you something more your speed-"

"i'll take it," you blurted out. mr. raglan looked down at you, one eyebrow raised. his expression looked more intrigued than anything.

"that was quick," he said with an amused smile. "you sure?"

"i'm sure," you nodded. such a job was perfect, both because the pay would be enough for rent with extra to spare and because you'd be able to hang around this mountain of a man just about every day. "when do i start?"

mr. raglan took another drink and sat his mug down on the table, resting his hands on his belly. "how does monday sound?"

you could feel yourself smiling as hopefulness set in. "monday sounds perfect."

that was where your relationship with mr. raglan had started. it started off strictly professional for the first few weeks. he'd shown you the ropes, and before long, you were handling his scheduling with ease. he eased you into further duties, nothing more than you could handle. it was simple busy work, and eventually, you'd established a routine which allowed you to get things done with time left to spare.

at first, mr. raglan was cordial towards you, letting you have your space as you did your job and elaborating on anything you didn't fully understand. however, over time, you swore that his attitude towards you was shifting. maybe his opinion of you had changed. maybe he'd always felt this way towards you, and his mask was slipping. either way, he started behaving differently whenever you were around. sometimes, when putting paperwork in the filing cabinets, you'd feel eyes on you, and when turning around, you'd find him shamelessly watching you, a dark look in his eye. it wasn't anything malicious or angry; it was more akin to a hungry wolf eager to pounce on an unsuspecting rabbit.

it wasn't like you were entirely innocent, either. but then again, who could blame you? mr. raglan was the effortless sort of handsome, the kind where he could simply roll out of bed and still be attractive. you couldn't help but sneak a few glances at him when he wasn't looking, though you were sure he'd caught you on more than one occasion. thankfully, he didn't ever mention it.

the tension between you two hung in the air for a while, the both of you refusing to mention it, until one day when you had to come in early. sundays were usually the day you deep cleaned his office, so you preferred to start the work day an hour earlier. you found it curious that mr. raglan's car was in the parking lot, but you brushed it off. maybe he wanted to get work done earlier, too.

it wasn't until you reached the door to his office that you realized something was up. you didn't know if your ears were deceiving you at first, but you could've sworn you could hear mr. raglan making noise on the other side of the door. the door was too thick for you to fully make out what it was. maybe he was just moving a few things around?

you should've expected what you saw on the other side, but you didn't know how to react when you opened the door to see your boss sitting in his chair with one hand down his boxers, groaning softly, a blissed out look on his face.

startled, you nearly stumbled over yourself trying to back away, closing the door, but mr. raglan had already noticed you there. rather than lashing out, however, he opened his eyes halfway and lazily turned his head over to look at you. his eyes had grown dark with lust, his cheeks flushed with color. as alluring as he looked like this, the last thing you wanted was to get fired because you walked in on your boss jerking off.

"i-i am so sorry, sir," you quickly said as your eye met his. "i'll just-"

to your surprise, mr. raglan didn't seem upset. he just chuckled, shook his head, and said, "no, no, no, come on in, sit down."

unsure of what else to do, you stepped into his office and shut the door behind you. you started moving to one of the filing cabinets, hoping to get started on work, but mr. raglan spoke up, "you don't need to worry about that right now. sit down."

swallowing your nervousness did nothing to quell the simmering in the pit of your stomach as you took your seat in front of him. his soft groaning and the sound of wet squelching from beneath the desk sounded incredibly loud in the morning quiet.

"normally," mr. raglan said, "i take care of this before you come in for your shift." he laughed and said, "i guess i got a little carried away."

you weren't sure how to respond yet. as hot as you found it to walk in on your boss getting off, you didn't want to overstep any boundaries, so you said, "i can just go if you wanna... you know... finish that up."

now, mr. raglan met your eye, and his face filled with that same dark, hungry look he'd been giving you for the past weeks.

"actually," he said, "i could use a little help right about now."

your eyes widened, unable to believe what you were hearing as he said, "don't think that i haven't noticed. i saw the way you were looking at me when we first met, the little looks you've been sneaking. you're not as subtle as you think, sweetheart." the last word dripped from his lips like a snake's venom. "don't act like you don't want this as much as i do."

you weren't about to lie to yourself. rather than try to formulate some excuse, you instead asked, "what do you mean?"

mr. raglan laughed and raised an eyebrow. "i offered you this job for a reason," he said. "i mean, i've been hunting for someone to fill this position, but i couldn't just pass you up."

you couldn't decide if you were more embarrassed or turned on at the realization. either way, you weren't about to let this opportunity slide. "you said you needed help, sir?"

a wolfish grin spread across mr. raglan's face. "just need some help finishing what i started," he said, pushing his rolling chair back from the desk a bit. peering over the desk, you could see that his pants were down below his knees, and a large wet patch had spread over his boxers. he motioned you to come to him, and you nearly tripped over yourself moving around behind the desk with him.

"there we go," mr. raglan cooed. "that's a good boy..."

mr. raglan calling you a good boy in that scratchy voice of his made your stomach do flip flops. he seemed to notice how flustered you were, because he chuckled as he finally pulled down his boxers.

"right down here, that's it," mr. raglan said, spreading his legs apart. you quickly got down on your knees between mr. raglan's legs. you were a little surprised to find that he had a soaking wet pussy rather than a cock, but you weren't put off by it. it just meant changing tactics.

cautiously, you slipped one finger into his folds, then two, pumping them in and out. mr. raglan let out a satisfied sigh above you, relaxing in his chair as you experimentally played with his hole. you moved your other hand up and circled his tdick with your thumb, which made mr. raglan groan and grip onto the arms of his chair. you could feel him getting wetter and wetter under your touch, which filled you with an odd sense of pride.

"does that feel good, sir?" you asked him.

"you don't have to call me sir, baby," mr. raglan chuckled. "no need to be so formal."

an embarrassing idea flashed through your mind, but you figured you had nothing to lose in your position. "can i eat you out? please?"

mr. raglan let out something between a huff and a laugh as he nodded. "go ahead, baby. i'm all yours."

you quickly moved your hands to grip his thighs and dove in, running your tongue up his slit. mr. raglan let out a low, throaty groan and let his head fall back. his breath came in huffs as you lapped at his slit, eager to taste him. you could feel his thighs tensing beneath your grip, hear the squeaking of leather as his fingers dug into his armrest even tighter.

"fuck, you taste so good, daddy," you whimpered as you ate him out. mr. raglan tilted his head down, and for a moment, you wondered if you'd accidentally offended him or said something dumb.

but then, mr. raglan chuckled, something dark and hungry, and moved one hand to sink his fingers into your hair, almost petting you like an obedient dog.

"that's it, sweet boy," he purred, gently scratching your scalp. "eat daddy's pussy for me, that's a good boy..."

his praise only made you even more eager as you went from simply drinking up his slick to tonguefucking him, trying to reach your tongue as deeply as possible into his hole. mr. raglan started to eagerly buck his hips into your mouth. you could just tell that he was getting close. eager to make him cum, you moved your mouth from his hole to his tdick, wrapping your lips around it and sucking hard, making mr. raglan gasp sharply. he swore and cursed under his breath as you ran your tongue along his cock, muttering, "fuck, baby, i'm so close..."

your jaw was starting to ache from working at mr. raglan's pussy, but you didn't care. you wanted to see this much bigger man fall apart on your lips. you moved one hand from his thigh to his hole, eagerly fingering him in time with sucking on his clit. that seemed to do him in, and mr. raglan tugged your hair to bring your face deeper into his pussy as he came, clenching his big thighs around your head.

for a moment, you couldn't breathe, suffocated by his pussy. eventually, his thighs fell away from your head, leaving you free to lift your head and breathe again. you could hear mr. raglan chuckling as he moved his hand from your scalp to your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

"you did such a good job, baby," he cooed, running his thumb along your cheek. his chuckle grew to a laugh as he said, "you really made a mess of me, didn't you?"

he moved his hand to pat his thigh, motioning for you to climb up. you swiftly got up and straddled his thigh, and mr. raglan leaned in to kiss you, moaning as he tasted himself on your lips.

"looks like you enjoyed this as much as i did," he murmured, bringing his hand down to your crotch to palm your half hard cock through your pants. embarrassed, you turned your head away, but mr. raglan laughed and said, "it's alright, baby. i think it's adorable."

he wrapped one strong arm around you and pulled you in for a half hug. you leaned into the hug, laying against him, resting one hand on his belly as you regained your composure.

"you know," he said, his voice low and husky, "if you help me clean this up, and if you do a good job the rest of your shift, we can keep this going once our shifts are over."

your eyes widened as you looked back to him and stammered, "a-are you sure?"

there was that look in mr. raglan's eyes again, that dark, possessive look, a look that said you'd just walked right into his trap.

"why not, baby?" he asked. "it'll just be the two of us once everyone else goes home."

as much as you knew that a romance with your boss probably wasn't the best idea, there was no way in hell you would turn this down. "god, yes. thank you, sir."

mr. raglan smirked and raised an eyebrow. "i told you, you don't have to call me sir."

your cheeks flushed pink as you realized your mistake. "thank you, daddy."

mr. raglan grinned and gently kissed your cheek, his beard scratching against your skin. "good boy."

#MAN this thing was self indulgent as shit #lmk if you want me to write the follow up where you fuck him senseless #no beta so if you see any mistakes no you didn't #william afton #steve raglan #steve raglan x reader #william afton x you #william afton x reader smut #william afton x reader #fanfiction #fnaf movie #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #matthew lillard #ftmsr

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marmaladedcroissant · 8 days

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First things first, tackling things one at a time, I’m going to go throught the songs and look at their lyrics, and slowly connect them to Darry, I have yet to watch the show, and I could probably piece things together more clearly if I did go and watch it, but knowing me that would make it near impossible to return to this and it would forever remain as a draft to be expanded on. I highly suggest listening to these songs (If you haven’t already.).

Starting off with Inertia:

I was gonna save the planet, but today I got plans

I guess this is just what I am

Focusing on how Darry works to jobs and hardly has enough time for himself, seeing as all the shenanigans the gang seems to get up to, from Dally getting jailed, to Steve and Johnny abusive parents, and evenhis, Soda’s, and Pon’ys own issues, along with keeping up with the bills and making sure everyone is fed and taken care of. Gonna be honest, I feel like Darry sacrificed some of his own health to ensure that they could keep the house or pay the bills on time or just make sure everyone had food, seeing as how the gang practically lives at the Curtis house.

I'm an object in motion

I've lost all emotion

Darry, from Pony's view, looks cold and emotionless, and according to Pony, he’s “hard as a rock and about as human.” (Page 39, fourth paragraph down)

We know that’s not true, everyone feels something, no matter how hard they try not to, and we get to see Darry start to break down a bit, Sitting in the chair, knowing damn well he has work the next day but staying up late, 2 AM, just to make sure Pony is okay, when he very well could have gotten up from the chair and gone to bed, leaving Soda on the couch to wait for their younger brother.

My two legs are broken, but look at me dance

An object in motion, don't ask where I'm going

'Cause where I am going is right where I am

Darry had plans to go to college, and that was what fueled a good part of his and Paul's rivalry, but Darry was unable to go to college, as his parents are killed and he has to step up and take care of and provide for his younger siblings, effectively cutting off an entire section of his life for them, His parents being these legs that are broken, how he’s and object continuously moving, no time to comprehend what’s happening around him and how to handle it, hell, I don’t think he’s even had time to properly mourn the deaths of his parents yet, or even bother to move their things out of what now qualifies as ‘His room’, intentionally leaving their things in the room to feel closer to them, to have more to remember them by, more things to physically remind him of them, and the collective loss.

I wanna move out of this town

But everyone knows me, and packing is tiring

Inertia

Even if Darry were to somehow find a way back to his plans, it would be incredibly difficult. With the amount of memories stored in the house, and it being a designated hang out spot, Darry probably grew fond of the house over time, becoming more and more attached as time goes on, and not only that, but the fact it was something else to remind him of his parents, of everything good that happened because of them. Sure, he could keep the house, keep his jobs, but go to college anyways, but how would he realistically be able to manage all of that? He’d hardly have time to take care of himself, and in the end it would do far much more harm than good. Working to keep a house no one lives in, while trying to better himself and his own life after throwing it all away in milliseconds just to keep his brothers with him for as long as possible.

I wanna be big like my plans, so why'm I so tiny

And why'm I so mad?

It's inertia

Guess this is just what I am I'm stuck in this life, and I'm stuck in these pants

Darry had bigger plans for himself, to go out and go through college, to figure things out as he went but tackling one thing after then next as best as he could, go places, do things, meet new people, experience things he probably hasn’t yet, and find what makes him happy without something holding him back, without something that prevents him from stopping and turning around when he’s oh so close to that gold mine of his dreams, so close he can feel them, only to get called back for one thing or another.

Darry is stuck in Tulsa. He knows this. It’s been hammered into his head so many times now I highly doubt there’s a chance it could change. I firmly believe that he, as a character, knows he was born in Tulsa, that he was raised in Tulsa, and that he will die in Tulsa.

#the outsiders #inertia #Going to slowly dissect this man more thoroughly later #Just more worried about getting these ideas out there #before I start refining certain details.#darry curtis #ponyboy curtis #two bit mathews #dallas winston #sodapop curtis #steve randle #johnny cade

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Starting Somewhere If Nowhere Tangible ~ nora rose, mafalda ginovesi

wc: 996, teen and up, warnings for drug mentions/usage

a/n:.. or how nora scored herself a job at the Ginovesi Agency.

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Sometime in 2019-20

Nora did not expect to be high when she received a job offer. A friend of hers had told her it “cured anxiety” or something. It made her cough a lot. She didn't have any unexpected laughing fits or a blatant disdain for her life which probably meant what she smoked wasn't even good quality stuff. Maybe she was that immune. Nora wanted to care but a part of her told her it brought no use.

She felt like a kid when Mafalda Ginovesi or someone came up to the terrace after a conversation with her uncle. Nora knew very little about Tommy's friends. Either she was too young to remember them all or never been introduced ever. Probably he wanted to make a good impression. Nora felt like an unwashed wound on someone's leg. Heck, she'd scrub herself extra hard in the shower just to get rid of the stains on her skin. As if she could only be defined by her stains. What was the point, anyway? College ended so long ago. She quit her job because the job sucked. Might as well check off another number by being a grubby mistake people wanted to hide.

She tried flipping burgers and helping her uncle run the bar but with no avail. It wasn't going anywhere. Her friends took the money, listened to her talk about the restaurant industry and ran. Who were her friends?

She'd read every self-help book on the market from PirateBay. Everything told her “hey, just fucking commit to it” when her brain never really got it going anyway. Making to-do lists occupied most of her time and she'd cross them off regardless. Journalling felt like a waste of time when she could be using the book to write more to-do lists. Borrowing money from Uncle Tommy to get groceries felt like she'd hit a new low, so she'd gone to find herself a job which only resulted in getting fired on the same day. What was she to do with a criminology degree anyway? The NYPD were corrupt motherfuckers. Aneesa was gone. Nothing to live upto.

But at the end of the day, she could roll a nice blunt however impure it might be and just stop worrying. Stop reading those books. Stop purchasing motivational keychains she didn't need. Stop cutting her hair. Stop browsing channels and get out of bed. Stop eating so many egg sandwiches after a smoke break. Stop taking breaks and wash up the counter instead. The granite isn't going to get all sparkly on its own.

Wasn't like she had anyone to get excited about either. She'd take anyone at this point. Friends, romantics - the line started to blur.

Maybe it was just the weed.

“I talked to your uncle.”

“Right. Uh, sorry --” Nora massaged her head. “Who are you?”

She flicked the cigarette to the trash.

“Nice aim.”

“Who are you again?”

“A friend of your uncle's.” she crossed her arms.

“Right okay so -- what do I do? Get you a chair or --”

“I came here with an offer. Your uncle said you needed more time -- is that pot?"

“Yes. Sorry I'm not more presentable.” Nora sniffed, adjusting her hoodie. “Please don't tell Uncle Tommy. He's going to be even more disappointed than he already is.”

“Do you want to sit down?” Mafalda Ginovesi’s voice nurtured her to take a seat.

“No -- I'm not -- I'm -- fine.” She struggled. “Yeah. I am okay. So what's up with the offer?”

“He says you're in between jobs and you were a homicide detective down in the 53rd precinct.”

“And somehow I find flipping burgers more honourable.” Nora scoffed. “What about it?”

“I've heard of what happened and I want to offer you a job.”

“Wow, you do not beat around the bush."

“No. I am looking for qualified private eyes for my agency. My fourth kid was just born last year and I need to be at home as much as I can. Didn't get a huge response from the papers. Called some old friends. Tommy said you were available and had a decent record. Good education. Recently unemployed.”

“So it's a full time thing?”

“I'm swamped with cases. We don't get a lot but we do get enough to get by.”

“I've seen private eye agencies run to the ground. What's different about yours?” Nora asked.

“I started it ever since I quit the NYPD myself, ever since they learned I'm gay. Which is enough to say, a long time ago. Ten years afloat. All me. My wife helps with the paperwork. My four kids are going to need some investment.”

“How much are you willing to pay me?”

“This isn't a standard 9-5. You get paid for the work you do. We split it.”

“But I'd still have to call you boss?”

“I don't mind the flattery. It's a small place. Near the bodega that sells egg sandwiches.”

Nora shrugged. “Still going to need a licence though.”

“Can be arranged. I know people. Just have to say yes.” Mafalda said. “You'd have to put in the work. For now it's grunt work. Help with running digital footprints, compile dossiers, write up reports, take notes - essentially an assistant job. Once you get warmed up we move on. I'm giving you a chance. Don't fuck it up.”

“All right, all right, sit down, jeez.”

“I am sitting down.”

“Yeah okay I think the weed’s already kicked in so -- I start Monday right?”

“Tomorrow. Your uncle needs you to get a job and I'm giving you one.”

“I don't need your sympathy.”

“No. You don't. But you need stability whether you like it or not. How long are you going to wallow in the what-ifs, anyway?”

“Yeah okay fair.” Nora said, nonchalantly.

“Get a blazer. Get a shirt. Trousers. Belt. Watch. I need you in the office by nine sharp.”

“Or don't bother coming?”

Mafalda stared at her.

“I’ll show up.” Nora sighed. “Close the door when you leave.”

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A/n: Aneesa was the reason behind Nora learning about the NYPD's corrupted interiors. She was wrongly accused of a crime she didn't commit - became a scapegoat for an underground crime organisation. Aneesa was also Nora's girlfriend/situationship at that time which made the loss even harder when the former had to flee the country. To this day only a couple people know about the incident and Nora's afraid of making contact due to the fact that the underground crime ring might trail it back to her.

She also suspects this underground ring to be a key player in her dad's death but it's still very circumstantial and disputed.

Tagging @choicesficwriterscreations

#nora rose #w:inlocusmads #crimes of passion fics #mafalda ginovesi #my drabbles

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bangtaninborderland · 1 year

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JHS: Twisted Feelings

Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.

Genre: idolljihope x fem!reader, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers, ongoing series

Warning: none for this chapter!

A/N: I i in no way own bts and this is purely a story of fiction! I wanted to specify that this story takes place around the timeline of what would have been the mots 7 era if Corona didn’t happen, I didn’t want to confuse people as I go. I am trying to update as much as possible I find so much joy in this story. This is short but I am planning to update more I just wanted to get through this kind of boring but necessary chapter.

Ch.03 <. Series Masterlist > Ch.05

Thankfully the negotiations didn’t take as long as you had initially thought, a few different company lawyers had come in to review and make any changes necessary to the standard contract Sejin had given you but overall it wasn’t unpleasant.

You had decided that you would translate, whilst providing the members with private lessons if they decided they wanted them. It would be full time and you had agreed to be “on call” 4 days a week. The pay rate was almost triple compared to what you had been receiving at the awards company but then again that was expected. It was more than you had anticipated but it was understandable once you found out their previous translator had made a choice to reduce her hours to focus on her family.

Something you admired.

Sejin had informed you that the boys had been called into a meeting room, one of which you would have to join as it was about you, he instructed you to the room and asked that you wait there whilst he gets you an employee card made.

The members were definitely loud, you could hear them before you had even opened the door to the meeting room, their voices rebounding off one another in what appeared to be a debate over which song was harder to perform. You felt awkward at first, like you was intruding, that was until Hoseok looked towards you a hand beckoning you to sit at the table.

“I’m guessing you took the job if you’re here.” He was talking directly to you but the other members had quietened down - all focused on your conversation.

You have a slight nod. “It appears to be so, I mean it wasn’t a hard decision to make.”

“Well we are happy to have you, we will try and make it as easy as possible. Jungkook and Yoongi would both like to take lessons, we spoke during rehearsal.”

You look towards the mentioned men, you was surprised Yoongi had wanted to accept the lessons, him being more reserved than the others.

“I always want to help in the English interviews more and it frustrates me not being able to understand army when they comment.” Jungkook gave an explanation, one that wasn’t necessary but one that you took thankfully.

You smiled at him, converting wordlessly that you had taken in his comment. It was nice they felt somewhat comfortable with you but in all honesty you was unsure how to respond.

“Maybe we should introduce ourselves a little more?” And just like that you were saved from an awkward silence by none other than Kim Seokjin.

“I’ll go first?” You suggest, taking it as a yes when no one interjects.. “I told Hoseok-ssi previously that I was unsure how good of a teacher I would be. I’m not the most qualified person for this job but I don’t want to look at it in that way, I don’t want to look at this as I am someone who teaches you and works for you, I think when you approach something with that much of a definition it can become stressful and overwhelming. I will do my best to support you through any interviews or meetings where it is necessary and I will always try to be available if any of you have questions or need help with something. I worked translating for years before this and I studied English for a very long time so I hope I can at least use that to help you all.” You finish your personal monologue with a little clap, one that makes you cringe at yourself.

“Does it bother you working with idols? Do you have any experience?” Taehyung was the one to question you, it wasn’t a question that was surprising but the scepticism his voice held was.

“I have worked around idols not directly with them, I’d prefer it If you didn’t refer to people as if they are nothing more than their job titles. I don’t see you as idols I see you as human beings doing your job the same way I will be. I know that in this industry there is a lot of worry about having your privacy breached or information leaked but that isn’t something I would ever do or accept being done. Not because of a contract clause but because everyone deserves a right to privacy and anyone who disregards that is the lowest kind of being.” Your face falls flat, you know it was probably time to shut up but something inside of you secretly wanted this to work.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply anything.” Taehyung slumps into his seat a little further, no doubt he too was wishing the floor would open up and eat him.

“Are you worried about your security and privacy? A lot of our staff have left because it became too much?” Jimins voice was lighter, he seemed soft.

You shrug your shoulders before shaking your head. “No, I mean in all honesty they could leak my information if they wanted too. I’m pretty sure no one would be interested in my personal activities I’m not the most exciting person.”

“You’re much braver than me.” Hosoek smiles at you, the tension in the room growing thinner as the conversation continues.

Sejin had joined shortly after, informing everyone of your role and the rules of their interactions with you. It was mostly just about the times you’d be working, he had made note that Jungkook and Yoongi wanted to take private lessons alongside Hoseok.

After that Jungkook had excused himself to get refreshments and snacks. Sejin had insisted that you spend time together in the building to get to know one another as it was only a few weeks until their schedules would pick up and you’d be thrust together 24/7, they all seemed happy to have the rest of the day off apart from this mandatory bonding session.

“So how old are you?” Jin asks, reaching to take a packet of honey twists from the snack pile that had been formed upon the table.

“I’m 24 in international age, I’m sorry I don’t know your ages?” You looked around waiting for someone to answer.

“You’re the same age as me and Tae. Jin Hyung is 27 so is Yoongi Hyung, Namjoonie Hyung is 25 and Hoseokie Hyung is 26 , me and Tae are 24 and jungkookie is 22.” It was at this moment you was thankful that you had good memory retention, you’d have to make sure to get a list of their birthdays. Even if you were only a staff member you didn’t want to forget something so important.

“Can I call you Noona?” Jungkook perked up causing a giggle amongst the men, you felt almost sorry for Jungkook until he smiled at you.

“Sure you can.”

“Thanks Noona.” He pops a chip into his mouth before turning the pack around to read the nutritional information.

“You can talk casually with me, I wouldn’t want it to be weird.” Taehyung mumbles, you slightly regret your rant at him earlier. You’d applied to him privately especially when he was trying to make you feel comfortable. “Me too.” Jimin agrees handing you a bottle of water after retrieving one for himself.

“You didn’t think we would want any?” Jin asks, rolling his eyes. “You’re supposed to take care of your Hyungs.” If you hadn’t already experienced his playfulness you’d be worried but you could see the way both he and Jimin were laughing about the situation.

“Anyone else have any honourific requests before we move on?” You ask uncapping your water bottle.

Yoongi, Jin and Namjoon all shook their heads no. Each of them slowly breaking off into their own groups on the couch in the corner.

You turned your attention to hosoek who had softly called your name. “You can talk to me casually if you’d feel comfortable like that, I wouldn’t want you calling me Hosoek-ssi all day every day.”

“I wouldn’t want to disrespect you.” If it’s one thing your parents had taught you it’s to respect your elders. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” He smiles giving your shoulder a squeeze before looking towards the members. “Wanna join them on the couch?”

You contemplated it for a second, it would be nice to spend more time with them, it was clear from Sejins instructions in just a few weeks you’d be preparing to fly with them for their tour and that would be easier if you knew each other better but their dynamic felt so entwined and it would be a lie to say it didn’t make you feel like an outsiders “I think I should go I wouldn’t want to overstay my welcome.”

“You’re not overstaying anything.” Hoseok was quick to reassure you, his smile warm. “We can always ask the others if you’d feel better knowing their preferences?”

You weighed out the possible embarrassment to any other outcome and decided in this moment it was most likely best to ask so you whispered a quick but hesitant “yes”.

You felt a weight lifting as he stood up calling everyone’s attention. “Hey guys does anyone mind spending more time together?”

An array of “nos” came from everyone, making you feel more welcome.

“See? I knew they would like you.” The comment is smug, proud.

“Oh please them not kicking me out doesn’t constitute to them liking me.” You laugh, his mathematics of the situation not adding up.

He doesn’t seem to mind the joke, it felt nice to have someone other than Na-Rae to joke with.

You talked with him for a few more minuets, he was explaining some part of the choreography to you when Jungkook asked you over to help him read a letter someone had left for him on Weverse. Hosoek wasn’t happy with the interruption but work came first, even in friendlier situations like this.

The rest of the afternoon went smoothly, each member divulging things about themselves as the day went on, mostly about their work life, their pets and their families, nothing too personal. You could tell they all had apprehensions sharing anything like that when you had let slip that you wasn’t dating anyone after jin had asked how you’ll manage your time. You was quick to reassure them that you never wanted them to be uncomfortable and that you didn’t need to know anything more than what they felt okay to share.

Before you had left they had all exchanged numbers with you. It was the easiest way to contact one another and it would allow them to come to you directly instead of waiting for the daytime if they needed help.

When you got home it was far too late to cook anything so you decided on ordering takeout, which arrived much later than you had hoped, it didn’t take you long to finish eating the food hadn’t been the greatest and you found yourself full after a few bites so you boxed it up and put it into the refrigerator. You had just about finished when your phone rang.

“Rae?” You mumbled as you answered the call, happy to hear your friend on the other end.

“I hadn’t heard from you so I thought I’d check in, things are hectic without you here.” She sighs but you can hear her clicking a pen against her desk, something she only does out of boredom.

“So hectic that you have time to call?” You ask, settling down on your coach.

She whines dissatisfied. “You just had to go and get a new job didn’t you.”

“How did you know?” You sat forward, had it been leaked already? You knew that news travelled fast it was impossible not to but that was almost too fast.

“Oh stop worrying!” She chastised. “Your mother called me and asked me to get you a cake for celebration. I’m guessing you took the job? What are they like?”

You shake your head, throwing the tv control back on the seat beside you. “They are nice but that’s all I can say.”

“Stop.” You laugh at her irritation. “Seriously?”

“I know it’s exciting Rae but I don’t want to take away the little privacy they have, they are nice, they made me feel welcome.” You knew you could trust her but even so it still felt wrong, especially after how Taehyung had seemed so on edge about you.

You heard her throw the pen at her desk, as much as you loved your best friend she could be very dramatic. “You’re no fun.”

“You’re not respectful.” You shot back, a little harsher than intended.

You had almost thought you’d upset her until she asked her next question.

“Are they really hot in person?”

“You don’t get bored of yourself, do you?” It was true, she never got bored.

“Nope I couldn’t, too amazing for that. When do you have a day off?”

That was something you wasn’t entirely sure about. You hadn’t actually organised the days you would be in the building and the days you’d be on call for the group. “I’ll have to ask the management team.”

“You started a job without knowing the days you’ll have off? Yeah they must be hot.”

“I’m going now.” You rolled your eyes, not that she could see you.

“Lunch on your day off?”

“Only If you don’t ask me how hot they are.”

With that you hung up, not entirely sure what to do with yourself. You’d never usually had a day off during this time of year, you knew the best thing would be to write but all you could think about was your private lessons tomorrow with Hoseok, Yoongi and Jungkook.

The rest of the night passed painfully slow, you found yourself alternating between putting together documents for your classes, planning and sending unnecessary messages to your parents in an attempt to procrastinate.

In the morning you were informed a car would pick you up, both the members and Sejin had decided it would be best that you be discreet, no one needed ridiculous dating rumours and although you were okay with people asking it wasn’t exactly a positive experience to have your information leaked.

The ride to the company building wasn’t as fun as it had been when Hoseok had picked you up, secretly you were thankful it had been him but that didn’t mean anything, he was just fun.

They had all explained their limitations and desires with you, the things they wanted to be able to do in English, Yoongi wanted to learn to write music in English which admittedly would take a greater level of understanding, Hoseok wanted to know enough to help Namjoon through the interviews something Yoongi had also intended to do and Jungkook wanted to know everything possible and was adamant that he would be better at it than anyone else. After the Grammys they all decided that they should learn something additional, especially for occasions like that.

You entered in the same place as yesterday, they really were serious about security. After having your ID scanned and a quick bag check done you were allowed into the company, Sejin had set up a room close to the practice room, it was kind of like your own office, there was everything you would need to help the members, books, a computer, a table against a small black couch in the corner. The room smelled like fresh paint although that wasn’t surprising, Seokjin had explained how the company only recently changed buildings.

Before you could even settle into the space there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” You shouted, you continued looking through the folder left on your desk, it included various documents about the members schedules, where you’d be needed, when you wouldn’t be, any relative information, you knew you’d have to look through it all properly later.

At least you wouldn’t be bored tonight.

“Hey, I see you come in I just wanted to make sure you settled okay?” You turned to see Namjoon, his blonde hair messy and eyes dark.

He definitely did not look okay. “I’m fine Thankyou, are you?”

“I’m okay, I thought it would be a good idea for us to talk. Can we sit?” He gestures to the table and you agree, taking a seat at the chair beside it as he sits himself on the couch.

You waited for a moment for him to speak, you could see he was unsure of what he was going to say which only made you hesitant to hear it.

“I care about my members a lot, I try to navigate the English side of things as best as I can but I too make mistakes. We rarely are ever provided with English translators in interviews and our previous translator wasn’t always able to translate in our interviews. I don’t like to see them stressing and worrying over things like this but they do, each of them grow more anxious around the time we have foreign interviews.” He pauses and you’re unsure wether to speak or give him more time, you didn’t want to assume where this was going and say the wrong thing. After a brief look at you he continues. “I want to think you’ll be good for us.”

With that he leans back and you find the words to respond, despite how gentle he was there was also a underlying threat between the lines stating do not fuck this up. “Namjoon-ssi, I am happy that you felt comfortable enough to talk to me about this. I can’t speak for the people who worked with you in the past but I have my own morals and expectations of the level of professionalism I want to have here. I will try to help as much as possible with everything related to that and I obviously wouldn’t like to see any of you stressed or anxious being an idol already seems exhausting.” You gesture to him and he laughs, dimples forming either side of his face.

“That’s true. Do I look that bad?” He asks, running a hand over his face.

Your shake your head earnestly. “Not at all, you’re human. It’s okay to be tired.”

He seems relieved to hear that and for the first time today you feel like you’ve started this job on the right foot.

“You’re very kind. I should go, Hobi will probably be here soon.” He stands up, his hand lingers over the door handle before he turns back to you. “You don’t have to answer this I’m just curious but why did you take the job so easily?”

“I want to write more, I always loved writing and somehow I lost the time and passion to at my last job. I know it’s going to be hectic here but I feel like it’s a chance for me to find who I am and what I want. I like new experiences and new places, I also would like to be able to give back to those around me and I couldn’t do that where I was.” You sometimes hated your honesty but it was better to be open then have them all thinking you had an ulterior motive for the job.

“Maybe one day I’ll get to read what you write.” His response is short but for some reason it only brings you motivation.

“I’m sure you will.” You smile at him once more and then he is gone.

The door closing only to reopen, this time with a different face.

“Hoseok-ssi, Goodmorning.”

His hair fell across his face, his smile bright. Although you had been expecting him you felt excited to start the day now that he was here, he always had a way to brighten the situation.

“Please call me hobi.”

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