#its driving me up the fucking WALL i am hearing her shitty music for at least 6hrs every day during my study time
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if my mom doesn't learn how to use headphones istg
#she only listens to christian music. literally just shitty contemporary christian praise and worship music and NOTHING ELSE#it all sounds the exact same and i cant begin to explain how annoying it is bc she plays it Every Single Moment shes home#and she wont use headphones! she plays it at top volume from her computer speakers#bc shes moving around the house and wants to hear it wherever she is#i can still hear her music over my own (mcr/green day/destroy boys/etc. its all loud on its own) and i AM wearing headphones#levi.txt#vent tw#if its not the music its a christian drama show/romcom or straight up just someone preaching a devotion/sermon#and if its not that shes practicing for band (more worship songs!) in her room right across from mine#which i can hear loudly with headphones on + both doors closed#its driving me up the fucking WALL i am hearing her shitty music for at least 6hrs every day during my study time#im not asking for a silent house im just asking that when i put on my headphones i Actually Hear the thing playing#and she gets pissed that i have my headphones on blast so i cant hear her speaking at a normal volume across the house
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Malcolm and Marie live blog
I don't usually do liveblogs for movies but yea.
Spoilers ahead!!
I love that its modern timed but very 70s stylized.
A tune indeed.
When you are high and drunk on success and
How the white critic reacts is why I feel like gatekeeping my scripts. At the same time some things I do make are about race or involve.
Marie sitting on the patio smoking is a mood whenever men are talking.
So he's pretentious and unaware.
Whoever chose the music for this, I feel like we would be Spotify mutuals.
Can this nigga stop pacing.
Also can he stop talking;
Marie is so tired and unimpressed.
Also little booties matter and are to be bitten.
Oooo the tension and the jazz.
Title Card over mac and cheese.
Shitty boxes mac and cheese but still mac and cheese.
Tbh i always wonder if spouses/significant others get upset when their spouses don't acknowledge them during speeches.
John sounds so much like his dad but I really hope his acting style differs from his dad a lot.
Guilty confession?
He did not profit off of his partners backstory and then not even acknowledge her.....I.....
If that ever happened to me catch me cussing my partner out during the beginning credits, the end credits, in the car, and at home.
GASLIGHTER!
The way I'm excited for Zendaya to give me some, oooo can she work with Regina King. Please on my knees I pray.
Um no that's not your job to coddle your lead.
He's a dick and the type of dick who makes himself look like a good person around other people.
If Sam Levinson is trying to make his viewers more of misandrist, it's working.
I feel like Marie has her flaws probably a lot of them and we will surely see as this continues, but Malcolm needs to learn how to apologize sincerely.
70s vibes! 70s vibes!
Them kissing and talking about criticism and dreams makes me miss a partner. A partner that I've had and haven't had.
Women really are behind every great man.
Yea sir you fucked a happy moment.
Oh visual allegories for looking in from the outside and cat and mouse chasing and looking from the outside in.
She's saying she doesn't feel noticed by you.
Gas lighter :0 he called her an emotional support dog, bruh.
I would LOVE to co-write or take a writing class held by Sam Levinson. The fights i write are very much in this same realm of reflection and anger and monologue.
Sam.....sam.....are all the sides inside of you doing okay sir?
The ugly side of dating and being in a relationship with someone who struggles with their own demons.
Honestly I could close my eyes and listen to this script being read without seeing these characters visually. Just close my eyes and get a sense of these characters like it was a radio story.
Oh. Oh this is a new wheelhouse of Zendaya acting; a different voice is like breaking through here and her expressions aren't the same we are used to. You can literally hear another character in there....hmm.
Mans is outside really fighting with his invisible demons lmfao.
Selfish ass, how after everything she said you came out of it thinking about your own craft and self instead of how you hurt her.
So she's conditional.
Me: did sam (a white man) say nigga this many times in his script or are the actors adding their own inflections. Not just the lingo used but the topic of race and directing etc. being written by a white writer about black characters is always gonna be a critique when you're writer is a white person.
Alexa play Broken Girls by Saba
He is so hurtful.
A clown nigga a clown look in the fucking mirror you bozo head ass looking like you need some Mehron clown white and a size 16 in clown shoes.
John is doing a really swell performance and reading of these lines.
He is reading her for her insecurities by bringing up his experiences with other women and that.....is yikes.
Arguments can get messy like this in real life but it takes a lot of maturity and control to either not let it get to this point or have a healthy conversation afterwards.
This film is really shot on some very crisp lenses.
They sitting there like 🚬🧍♀️🧍♂️.
Leftover Mac and Cheese and unfinished cigarettes.
The nyt etc. pay walls are so annoying, but there is a work around look at the articles on incognito or add a period at the end of the url.
He sounds like his daddy so much here, weird, this is the only part I'm eh on the dialogue it feels real but a bit out of pace in how they are bouncing off one another.
Nail scissors? So the end is not the only part he based off of Marie. 🙄
ITS A GOOD REVIEW YOU DINGUS but also its a full review they are going to critique things. She isn't wrong though he did profit off of a woman's story that was not his own to profit from.
Yes Malcolm because unfortunately all marginalized people look through a lens of life that is inherently political because of the world they live in.
He is so mad and upset and had a lot on his chest. But I think he Malcolm and Sam are talking about something thats an issue and a non issue. Being critiqued for you art is hard but also Malcolm is not super self aware. He's like a stand in figure of for example rich depop sellers who wanna be oppressed so badly they yell at others instead of examining their own personal behaviors and ethics.
Oh Marie, when you know the spark is gone and you pick fights because.
He ain't even ask her to read?
One critic I have for most of hollywood actors is they learn their cry and that is it. A change from this is Margot Robbie, I adore her fluctuations of crying being similar but the crying is carried differently for each character. If I had to say any actor that does a cry scene amazing its this woman right here (Amy Adams)
You stole her story from her and gave it away, she has a right to be upset and angry and a rubber band ball of emotions.
Citizen Kane, not the cinematography, but the story is it even that good? (Unpopular opinion but meh, maybe in my rewatch it will be better.)
But that is what people want authenticity and whatever authenticity means to them. What is real for one is false for another.
To be honest look at the criticism of Euphoria, well earned, but a lot of people were like this isn't real even though he literally wrote about his own life. People said it was inauthentic like....wtf.
Ahh the smoking is just a habit, he quit and she didn't.
CAST ZENDAYA IN A HORROR MOVIE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING. Get Lupita and Zendaya and some more black actors preferably less known ones in a horror movie. One with a interesting script and story, directed by Regina King. Please and thankyou.
I love Marie yep that was amazing.
Behind every great man is a greater woman, one that deserves her credit for how she has stood behind. I wonder the stories of those women, what they have sacrificed or not sacrificed. Their thoughts and feelings when the world is surrounding their partner and views them as a plus one. (I'd write a short script about this but I think do I have the time, can I, or am I equipped ?)
He is a shitty person for bringing up his exes, like she even said I don't wanna know any of that.
Imagine being on anti depressents and rarely having a sex drive and then when you do your partner starts talking about their exes and tearing you apart for all your faults.
I love when you see peaks of Zendaya's cadence in roles.
Tension, what if's and he didn't even bring her up in his speech.
Marie to herself and the audience:
He is not afraid that he will loose her but as my character says in my unreleased story, "i can't wait til you give me a fucking reason to leave your ass." Malcolm expects everything in order for not even doing the bare minimum and she is only asking him for something as simple as consideration. She just wants him to be considerate. He wants to get married and considers their relationship like rolling down a hill at full speed and he cannot apologize, he cannot be considerate, and he cannot admit his wrongs. He can only offer her I love yous that he probably does mean but he does not back up outside of what he's done for her in the past. The past which was more of her experience than his and he sees his part in it as a burden. He doesn't use his own vantage point of the past to further his career he uses her. He does all of these things without a real apology or thankyou because he is not afraid to loose her.
The restrictions of quarantine and the panorama have made Sam's writing very no frills. I wonder how other films from other directors and writers that are filmed in small contained crews like this will be structured. But this was a very good movie gonna add to my letter box 3.3-3.5
Oh shit this is my song,
Ratings/overall thoughts:
Script is like a C+, B- : I could go into my heavier big brain thoughts on the script but I don't feel like it. You catch hints of it above it centers conversation on race and privilege, mainly the writers and questions i have that won't be answered but Sam did make me grow disdain for Malcolm over a short time. Which is sometimes hard to do because im one sympathetic person but the sympathy i have for Malcolm is at 0. Maybe a 2 at some scenes but then it quickly goes back to 0. Some parts of the dialogue miss the mark or hit the are off balanced. While some of it like Malcolm's bathroom speech albeit mean is really strong or their conversation when he comes back from peeing really shines for me.
Performances: B+ to A- because they carried the script further than it could of gone with less talented actors. The monologues do well to showcase their current skill levels which are already high af and leave room for anticipation in where these actors go next.
Zendaya holding a knife: A+ with a gold star. That switch on and off and on is delectable.
John being a shitty boyfriend but following Marie like a lost puppy: B+ with a good job written at the bottom of the paper, Malcolm being nervous a frantic dialed up with more realistic nervousness would have sold me completely on Malcolm's anxious waiting.
Cinematography: A and a participation award.
The mac and cheese: A+ for the easy mac. Wish it was like Annie's or Velveeta.
Cigarettes: Participation award and their picture hung up for student of the month. Why the grill lighter? Everytime Malcolm opened up his mouth Marie was like sparks fly.
The music: A++ with a prize. Whoever picked the music probably makes good Spotify playlists.
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Marriage and Murder Pt. 2 (Shelby!Reader)
Part One
words: 3001
warnings: Drinking and violence.
You managed to find Polly, who was drinking alone at one of the tables.
"You look like you're having a good night," she said sarcastically as you sat down next to her. Instead of responding, you finally gave in to your cravings and drank some of the wine you'd poured earlier.
"Spit it out, (y/n), what's wrong?" your aunt said, glancing over at you.
"Cavalry boys," you mumbled, and Polly gave you a knowing look.
"You shouldn't worry about them. Those boys are just as unhappy here as you are." Polly remarked.
Rather than make you feel better, Polly's words stung like a knife. You could feel tears forming in your eyes as you took another sip of wine. She immediately took notice of your state and scooted her chair closer to yours.
"𝘖𝘩, 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦." she said gently. "Come on, I didn't mean to upset you.
"Am I a bitch, Pol?" you sniffed, dabbing your eyes with a napkin.
"Who told you that?" she asked with a concerned face.
"Nobody.. I just wanted to know." you lied.
Polly cupped your cheek, wiping away your tears.
"(y/n), listen. There'll always be words for women who don't give men what they want. It's just the way things are." She began.
"How's that supposed to make me feel better?" you questioned.
"It's not. It's up to you to move on, to be the bigger person." she spoke.
You separated yourself from Polly, slumping in your chair.
"I don't want to be a bigger person ." you grumbled.
"Well, if it'll take your mind off things, I have a favor to ask," Polly spoke. You looked up at her curiously.
"I haven't seen Michael all night. Would you find him and bring him here?" Polly asked.
"What do you want him for?" you questioned. Polly's face turned serious.
"I want to make sure he's not doing anything he shouldn't." she answered quite bluntly.
"𝘞𝘩𝘺? He's an adult, he can handle himself." you noted.
"I won't ask again, (y/n). Find him or I will." Polly warned. You couldn't help but notice her defensive tone.
"Fine." you sighed, and forced yourself up.
You'd spent nearly half an hour trying to spot Michael among the swarms of people that flooded the house, all the while drinking generously from the glass of wine in your hands. It was nearly impossible to travel through the crowded ballroom without running into someone, and the blasting music certainly didn't help. As the alcohol started to affect your brain, you found it harder and harder to avoid running into people.
You stumbled upon John, who was clearly tipsy as he laughed among some of the cavalry boys.
"(y/n)!" he called out to you. "Come on, get over here!"
You uncomfortably made your way towards him. You scanned the cavalry boys, making sure William wasn't among them. Luckily, he was nowhere to be seen.
"Have you seen Michael?" you asked over the music.
"Um, yeah, I think so," John replied.
You sighed in relief. 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, someone who could help you.
You shifted closer to John, forcing your way past a few people.
"Last I heard Michael was downstairs. That's probably where you'll find him."
You started to make your way towards the stairs when John grabbed your arm. You turned around to face him.
"You all right? You've got a sour face."
"It's been a shitty night." you griped.
"Here, take this. You look like you need it," he said and gave you his flask. You accepted it cautiously, fully aware of your dizzy state.
"But, Tommy said-"
"Fuck Tommy." John interrupted. "You can handle yourself."
You took the flask and smiled at your brother.
"Thanks," you said softly.
"Don't mention it. Now, hurry up and find Michael." he ordered, pushing you into the crowd.
You were surprised at how quickly it got quiet once you'd made your way downstairs.
𝘕𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭'𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, you thought.
You found yourself in the middle of a long hallway lined with closed doors. It was almost eerie.
"Michael?" you called. "Michael, it's me (y/n)!"
You could hear muffled noises from behind one of the walls. You got closer and pressed your ear to the door. Sure enough, you could make out Michael's voice coming from the other side of the wall.
"Michael, Pol wants to talk to you!" you shouted, banging at the door.
The noises went silent. You could hear some rustling.
"𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭?"
Suddenly, the door opened just wide enough for you to see Michael's face and nothing more. He didn't seem pleased to see you.
"What do you want?" he spat.
"Pol sent me to fetch you. She wants you to come upstairs," you answered plainly, just barely starting to slur your words.
Michael looked at you with a suspicious face.
"Hold on, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬?" he asked.
"𝘕𝘰!" you protested. "Why would you think that?"
There was a moment of awkward silence as you remembered you were quite literally holding a flask in your hand.
"You're shit liar, (y/n)."
"Okay, fine, I've had a bit to drink." you admitted.
"Whatever, tell Pol I'm busy." He spoke, then tried to close the door on you. You put your leg in the doorway, keeping him from shutting you out.
"Doing 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?" you asked, peeking into the room. You could see a young woman sitting on the couch, zipping up her dress. She immediately noticed you and waved awkwardly.
"𝘖𝘩," you breathed, waving back awkwardly.
Michael groaned and forced you out of the doorway. He stepped forward and closed the door behind him.
"Listen, (y/n), just tell Pol I went home. I'll talk to her tomorrow." Michael explained. He seemed anxious to get back to whatever he was doing.
"What am I supposed to tell her? She's already kind of angry at me."
Just as Michael was about to respond, he was interrupted by the sound of a crash coming from the kitchens.
"What was that?" you gulped.
"Go back upstairs, (y/n). Don't come down here again." Michael warned
"𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵, but what am I supposed to say-" you turned to ask your cousin, but by the time you'd turned around he'd shut the door on you, leaving you alone in the hallway.
"𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵," you whispered.
You walked slowly towards the kitchen, your drunken curiosity getting the better of you. As you got closer and closer you could hear pots and pans crashing against each other. It sounded like fighting. 𝘝𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 fighting.
You'd realized the noises weren't actually coming from the kitchen, but rather the pantry where most of the dishes were kept. You stood as close to the doorway as you could get without being seen.
"This 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 place." you heard a voice say, followed by more thuds and crashes. To your horror, you realized it was Arthur who stood on the other side of the wall. A mere 5 feet away from you, your eldest brother was beating the living shit out of some poor man
You covered your mouth with your hand, praying to God that they wouldn't hear your muffled breathing. After a chilling moment of silence, you heard the click of a gun.
"Please.. 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 o𝘧 𝘎𝘰𝘥." a man in a thick Russian accent begged. There was no response.
"𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵." the Russian man's voice was trembling.
"Arthur, wait!" you shouted, stumbling into the room. It was too late. Arthur had pulled the trigger, shooting the Russian man in the head and splattering you with blood. You barely had a second to scream before he pointed the gun at you.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" he fumed, and you panicked.
"𝘍𝘜𝘊𝘒!" you yelled, looking down at Esme's blood-stained dress. You whimpered in utter shock.
Arthur suddenly realized who it was, grabbing a pot and throwing it angrily. You flinched.
"𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵." he hissed and made his way towards you. You stepped back hesitantly.
"It's okay.. just 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹," Arthur spoke, trying to calm you down. He walked towards you slowly and grabbed your shoulders comfortingly.
"I'm okay." you mumbled.
Arthur got a good look at you. You were an absolute wreck; there was blood splattered all over you. There was no way you'd be able to salvage the dress.
"𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬. You can't go upstairs like this. I'll have to drive you home."
"Kaledin something," you mumbled, gesturing towards the dead man lying in front of you.
"You knew him?" Arthur asked as gently as he could manage.
"Just his name."
"Don't worry about it, just.. go and get yourself cleaned up."
Luckily, there was a servant's bathroom just a few rooms down from where you were. You braced yourself before looking in the mirror, afraid of what you might see. The blood on your face had already begun to dry by the time you'd worked up the courage to see your own reflection, making it near impossible to get yourself clean. You tried scrubbing your face with water, then a towel. In the end, it was futile. The faint red stains on your face refused to wash out.
You'd had even less luck cleaning your dress. Getting the material wet only seemed to spread the stains, making the entire thing more noticeable. Your heart sank as you tried to think of things to tell Esme; it really was a beautiful dress.
You eventually gave up trying to clean yourself off. Arthur, being considerate, had brought you a coat you could wear over your dress. It was a bit loose on you, but better an oversized coat than a bloody dress.
Your drunken state had taken a turn for the worse as you struggled to ignore a painful, throbbing headache. You'd wandered away from Arthur, deciding you needed some fresh air. Trying to get through the ballroom was utter hell. You kept knocking into people, praying that they wouldn't turn to face you. At one point you'd run into one of the caterers and spilled the drink he'd been carrying on a tray. He'd looked you in the eye, ready to tell you off when he noticed the stains on your face. You could only look down and walk away in embarrassment.
Your only comfort was drinking excessively from the flask John had given you, and even that had its consequences. You'd only made it a few feet out of the house before throwing up into bushes.
"(y/n), are you okay?" you heard a voice ask you from behind. You looked up to see Ada walking towards you with a concerned face.
"Just peachy." you groaned.
Ada crouched down next to you, rubbing your back soothingly.
"Listen, I've been meaning to talk to you." she began. You were surprised at how difficult it was to focus on her words.
"What?" you asked, preparing yourself for whatever she had to say.
"Well, Pol told me you'd had some trouble with the cavalry boys"
"𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬." you whimpered, burying your head in your hands.
"It's okay, you're not in trouble." Ada assured. "I just wanted to know if you were feeling any better."
"I'm dizzy." you winced.
"I think you've had too much to drink," she suggested.
"Something like that."
Once she made sure you were able to stand, Ada got up and brushed herself off.
"I'm going to bed now, and I think you should come with me." she spoke.
"I'm not tired." you whined.
"(y/n), 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. You need rest."
"No!" you protested as Ada stooped down to grab you.
"𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯." she coaxed, pulling you up. You were far too exhausted to physically struggle, giving in to her persuasions. Thankfully, it was too dark out to see the stains on your face.
You refused to go back into the ballroom, so Ada had to walk you around the side of the house. You clung to her like a lifeline, all the while rambling incoherently.
"What am I going to tell Esme?" you cried, resting your head on your sister's shoulder.
"I'm sure she won't mind." Ada replied, having no idea what you were talking about.
You and Ada had almost made it to the front door when you were stopped by Tommy, of all people. You could immediately tell he was angry.
"Where the 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 have you been?" he spat, wasting no time in chewing you out.
"Okay, Tom, just 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹." Ada said, stepping in.
"Pol's been looking everywhere for you, you know. Nobody's seen you in 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴!" Tommy shouted, ignoring Ada's advice.
"Arthur's seen me." you noted, rubbing your head.
"That's impossible." he scoffed.
"No it's not." you objected. "Anyone could've walked into the kitchens."
You gave Tom a grave look as he suddenly realized the gravity of the situation. He opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't find the words.
"See, Tom? She's not making any sense. There's no use talking to her if she's drunk." Ada chimed in.
"Could I talk to you in private?" Tommy said under his breath, grabbing Ada's arm.
"I really should be getting (y/n) to bed-"
"It'll only take a minute." he assured, but his voice was tense. He still hadn't broken eye contact with you.
Tommy pulled Ada into the house, leaving you alone once again. It was unexpectedly difficult to keep yourself balanced without your sister's support.
You were alone for all of 30 seconds before deciding to wander off. It was a tremendous effort to stay upright as you stumbled through the gardens. You didn't know the time, but you could tell it was late. It'd been hours since anyone had used the race track, and what few men were left in the boxing area were embarrassingly drunk.
𝘚𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳, you thought, remembering Tommy's speech in the kitchens.
Drawn by the commotion, you walked closer to the men in the ring. Your eyes landed on a boxer that seemed particularly familiar; a tall, scrawny boy with a killer right hook.
"𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯?" you called, and the boy immediately reacted. His head turned away from his opponent to face you.
"(𝘺/𝘯)?" he responded, just seconds before being knocked in the jaw.
Finn keeled over as the man he'd been fighting lost his balance and toppled over. Some of the men around the square burst out laughing as you hurried over to check on your brother.
"I'm okay, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺." Finn assured as you inspected his face. He'd been fighting all night, and it showed. There were bruises all around his eyes and nose and at least three cuts on his lip.
"𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘴." you breathed.
You and Finn had wandered off from the gardens and towards the rolling hills that surrounded Tommy's estate. Together you'd walked nearly half a mile before realizing you were both exhausted. Thus, you found yourselves lying comfortable in the grass, facing each other as you spoke.
"Is it really that bad?" Finn asked, feeling around his face
"You look dangerous," you replied. "Like you've been in a fight."
"But I have been in a fight." he corrected.
"It was a joke, Finn."
“Oh.”
You smiled to yourself as Finn buried his face in his hands and sighed. He sat up and pulled a box of cigarettes from his pocket, lighting a match as he stuck one in his mouth.
"Are you drunk, Finn?" you asked suddenly.
"Are 𝘺𝘰𝘶 drunk?" he responded, his voice muffled by the cigarette in his mouth.
"God, I'm 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥." you giggled.
"𝘔𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰!" Finn gushed, and for the first time that night you were laughing.
"I know we weren't supposed to drink,'' you said between chuckles. "But honestly.. what did Tom expect? 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 was plastered."
"𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦." Finn agreed.
"Not just that.. tonight's been 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥. " you drawled.
"𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸!" he agreed. "You know, Tommy's been pissed off all night.
"He 𝘩𝘢𝘴 been aggressive." you noted.
"Yeah, well you know what I found out? He's got business with the Russians. Fucking 𝘙𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘴."
You immediately felt yourself tense up as Finn blathered on about some duchess you'd never heard of. In an attempt to get him to stop talking, you grabbed Finn's arm and looked him in the eye.
"You want to know something insane?" you spoke in a hushed voice.
"Yeah, tell me."
"Arthur killed a Russian in the kitchen," you whispered. "I was there, I saw it."
"Kaledin?" He asked.
"Kaledin." you assured.
Finn separated himself from you, then took a second to contemplate.
"You're lying. He'd never do it in the house."
"I'm not!" you whined.
"Prove it then."
You rolled your eyes before unbuttoning the coat Arthur had given you. Finn's eyes widened in shock as you revealed Esme's bloody dress.
"𝘖𝘩." he breathed.
"Told you." you huffed.
There was an uncomfortable silence as you buttoned the coat back up.
"𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺?" Finn asked.
You took a second to answer, not quite sure what to say.
"Honestly, I don't know." you admitted. "I think I'm in shock, maybe."
"It'll stick with you." he spoke. "At least, that's been my experience."
You gave Finn a sympathetic look as he took another puff of his cigarette, the familiar smell of tobacco now having filled the air.
You could feel your eyelids getting heavier as you noticed the red glow of sunrise barely peeking out from the horizon.
"It's late." you whispered.
"It's early." Finn corrected.
"Do you think we're still kids?" you asked abruptly, still staring into the sky.
"What do you mean?"
You turned to face Finn, taking a second to look him in the eye before answering.
"Do you think, at the age we're at, we still count as kids?" you spoke.
"Does it matter?" he questioned.
"It matters to me."
Finn took one last puff of his dying cigarette before putting it out and dropping it back in his pocket
"We're in between, I think." Finn answered as honestly as he could. "Almost adults."
"𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘴." you whispered to yourself. "I like that."
It didn't take long for you to give into your exhaustion, sleeping under the stars in true Gypsy fashion.
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Today was such a good day that my post is much later than normal because we were to busy having fun. Its rainy now and Im trying to wind down. But it is hard. Im just in a really good mood.
I didnt sleep great last night. And I honestly woke up not feeling very good. I just felt sort of off centered. But I knew Jess was here, and shes an early riser. And with James waking up super early now Im sure he woke her up a bit. But even if I wasnt in the best space I knew I had to get up. We had lots of plans.
And it was a great day. I got up and got dressed and tried my best to shake off the bad feelings. I took a dayquil and it helped by head but my belly was sort of weird all day. James made us biscuits and after I got dressed I had one of those and it was really good. I missed James's biscuits.
I felt so stinking cute today. It was a really high self esteem day. And Jess looked so cute too! We were just adorable together.
We had our breakfast and wasted a little time until it made sense to leave for Joanns. Jess decided to drive today because it was going to be rainy tomorrow so I will drive then. It was nice just being out with my best friend.
First stop was Joanns for tye dye. I wanted to try this tye dye with black and Im hoping it doesnt overwhelm my other colors. But it was a lot of fun running around the store and finding sales for embroidery hoops and looking for the best dyes. We also just touched all the yarn and talked about projects and it was a good time.
We had to waste enough time there that we werent waiting for Savers across the street to open. And we ended up taking just enough time and were over at the thrift store only a couple minutes after they opened and that was pretty cool.
The big look for the day was something for me to tye dye. No luck at savers though. I was also looking for a basket for our bathroom that would fit on the ledge over our shower wall. No luck at savers either. But I did get some other great stuff. I got another skirt over all. One that actually fits me, as my other ones have gotten a little to small. I also got a button up dress I love. And some shirts for James. I also got a printed fleece and Im super excited about it because its thinner then my others but still very soft. I have been looking for a printed vintagey looking fleece but they are very in right now so its all expensive on ebay. But I found one in the men's pj section and Im super excited about it.
It was funny though, when me and Jess were looking at dresses there were some workers there discussing the resale value of some dresses and it was super annoying to hear this person talk about what you can get something for. Stop pricing out thrift stores!! It is so obnoxious. The fun and the value in thrift stores is that you find gems for cheap. Stop pricing things based on labels!! Its such a pet peeve of mine. You got this stuff for free stop being shitty.
But I still had a lot of fun, even if we have no self control when were together. We spent to much monies. But It was a good time.
We went and got lunch next. With a pit stop to look at the ross to see if there was a tye dye able thing. No luck. We stopped for hair dye too since this color came out so nice, so I got a new one for next time. And then lunch.
We got five guys. And we got our sandwiches with only good natured bullying from the cashier about our order. It was pretty funny. And I was just in a good mood.
We had a car picnic. Talked about life. Listened to music. Complained about how our fries werent spicy. And then we were off again.
Next to the goodwill. Much better tye dye luck!! I found a creamy colored button down dress. And some things for Jess that Im just really excited to see what she does with. I found baskets!! The one was perfect but had no tag and I decided to take it to the cashier just so no one else would be disappointed. But then she was like. I can price this for you! And I looked at Jess like. What the fuck! Because I have literally been yelled at by cashiers at goodwill over tags!! This lady was amazing and I am so excited about it. So I got the perfect basket that is the perfect size for $4. Amazing. Incredible. So pleased.
It was time to go home though. We got back here around 1. And had about an hour to put everything away. Take off tags. Take a breather. We sat on the bed and looked at a sustainable online shop together. And then it was time to get sweetP in his carrier to go to the follow up vet appointment.
Which went fine. We got out there in one piece. We were a little early but they took him back and said it would be about a half hour and we could go to whole foods while we waited.
So that is what we did. We got snacks for us and for James. I got 2 juices so I can have one tomorrow. Had a nice chat with the cashier about the cake we got. And then back to the vet.
Sweetp did very good. Got all his tests and things. But again the bill was twice what I thought it was. So this whole thing has cost almost a grand and Im trying very hard no to be really upset. And just be happy I have a job and can deal with it. Its just. A lot. But I am glad sweetP will be okay.
So we went home. And tried to keep the good energy flowing.
We had out snack. Got sweetP treats too. And got to work figuring out tye dye. We watched some videos and made a plan. Jess was laughing at me when I brought out James's broken bike wheel to use as a drain rack over some bowels but it totally worked. I was a little bit of a director making a video well finish tomorrow. And it was just a blast. Like I said I made mine pretty dark. But I think it will come out cool. And if its to dark I will do the bleach dying over that and keep playing with it. It's all good. It was honestly just a blast doing this project together and Im excited to see what happens.
Once we finished that we spent a few hours playing animal crossing next to each other. The snow is finally gone on our islands so we just worked on taking down the snow based things and moving stuff around. It was a lot of fun just being together. James made us pizza. And eventually I brought out the crayola crayons I brought from my parents and we went through them to find discontinued color names because Jess collects them and it was so much fun. We ended up find a resource that had all the 900+ colors and we started making lists and reading things and just sunk so much time into this silly fun project and I felt like I was in grad school researching again and it was so much fun. I just feel really happy.
But we were all tired. James had been playing video games and music and spending some of the night with us. But they work such long days, so they are asleep next to me now. Love them so much. Trying very hard to write the correct pronouns, but its hard to rewire. I will keep trying because I love my James so much.
We all decided it was bed time. Wind down time. I went and got a shower. Bumped my piercing pretty hard so now its bothering me. I tried on all my new clothes and Im so pleased. And now I am in bed and very sleepy. I hope I can just fall asleep easy and tomorrow I will feel great.
We are going to a mall together. So weird. I hope its just a fun day and we finish our tye dye and we just feel happy. And I hope you do too! Goodnight my friends!! Be safe out there!
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do flowers exist at night? -chapter four
Chapter Four: Attempts in Babysitting
Pairing: Steve Harrington x OC
Chapter Summary: After Steve’s failed attempt to get Nancy back, he and Annie have much larger problems on their plate brought to their attention by none other than Dustin Henderson.
Word Count: 4.4k
Warnings: Swearing, inaccurate dialogue
A/N: We’re really getting into season 2 territory! It’s kinda difficult to figure out how to divide these chapters, but I figured it out. If you enjoyed this, please let me know, I absolutely love getting feedback! If this is you need the other parts of this series, you can find them here.
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Annie was quick to step out of the car to find out what was going on. Though, whatever the kid’s name was, she was quick to recognize him. It was hard to not remember the curly hair and that hat.
"Woah, what's going on here?" she asked, running up to Steve and the kid.
The curly haired kid huffed, "Why do you have some random chick here with you?"
"Hey, I’ve got a name! Hold up, you're the asshole who told me my house was haunted!" she exclaimed.
He ignored the comment, "Come on, Steve, I need the bat! We gotta go now!"
With that, the kid proceeded to continue yelling about how they needed to leave as he rushed into the passenger seat of the car. Annie scoffed, rolling her eyes as she was forced to take the backseat. The nerve of this child truly astonished her.
"Wait, what's going on, Dustin?" Steve asked as he drove off.
The kid took a deep breath, "I think I found a baby Demogorgan and I accidentally kept it as a pet."
"A what now?" Annie asked, interjecting, "Does anyone wanna explain what just happened?"
Steve sighed, "Annie, meet Dustin. Dustin, meet Annie. She's dealing with something that I think might be the Upside Down."
"Wait, that's what you call it? Why, though?" she asked.
Her comment was ignored as Dustin continued to go on about some monster that he didn't expect. Whatever was going on was now completely beyond her. It seemed Steve was taken aback as well. Maybe having two inter-dimensional issues in one day was a bit on the unbelievable side. What was more unbelievable was that she was older than this kid and she had to sit in the middle of the backseat so she could sit up closer to hear what was going on over the music Steve was playing.
Dustin glared at her, "Steve, she can't know this stuff."
"She's a part of this stuff. I can't take her home. We'll just go see what you're talking about and go from there," Steve insisted.
What was eating this kid was beyond her. Instead, she just wanted to know what was really going on. Something which she only had the vaguest idea of. Neither guy seemed keen on elaborating about what they were dealing with. That only left her with a sick feeling in her stomach.
Annie huffed, "Hey, it's me, the girl who's involved all this stuff. Are you guys gonna elaborate on what the hell 'this stuff' is supposed to mean? Or am I just supposed to sit back here and shut up?"
"Would that be too hard for you to do?" Dustin asked.
"Hey, can you two get along for five minutes? Where're we going?" Steve asked, looking over at Dustin.
"You've got the nail bat on you?"
"Yeah, in the trunk, always have."
"Why the fuck do you have a nail bat in your trunk?!" Annie exclaimed.
Steve sighed, "Yes, I've got a nail bat in my trunk. That's not the point. Where am I driving?"
"My house. It's in the cellar."
"And you're sure that... that this thing isn't just a lizard?"
"Yes, Steve, I'm sure it's not a lizard."
"But how do you know?"
"Because it grew and I caught it eating my cat!" Dustin yelled.
Steve stayed quiet for a few moments, "Oh... oh, yeah, yep, okay."
The remainder of the drive stayed completely silent aside from the music playing in the background. Most likely due to Steve not knowing what to say next and because Annie wasn't sure what to do with most of the information in front of her. What kind of monsters just appeared and grew and ate cats? Were those the things crawling over her earlier that day? She tried to not wonder too much despite wishing someone would spell out what was going on to her.
Since it was the middle of autumn, the sky was starting to darken earlier and earlier. By the time the three of them made it to Dustin's, it was pretty dark outside. Steve parked in the driveway and the three of them got out. They were first led to the doors of the cellar which were locked shut.
"I swear if this is some Halloween prank..." Steve warned, clutching the bat in his hands.
Dustin shook his head, "It's not."
"Wait!" Steve stopped himself from banging on the door to turn to Annie, "Why don't I get a nail bat or something?"
Steve shrugged, "You really think you can take it?"
"Well, if you get eaten alive, I don't wanna be next," she retorted, crossing her arms.
He sighed, "Okay, Dustin, get her something from your shed."
The kid came back a couple moments later with a pitchfork. Annie took it, holding it and trying to gauge its weight and how she could use it. This couldn't be too different from the stage combat class she took a couple of years before. Well, aside from the fact that if she screwed up she would wind up dead.
"I can work with this," she said, holding it almost like she would a broadsword.
Steve went ahead and unlocked the cellar door and opened it, his movements hesitant as he did so. The door was open and Annie clutched the handle of her pitchfork, her grip tight. She was unsure of what to expect, but she was mentally preparing herself for anything.
Nothing. There was only the dark stairway that led down to the cellar. Dustin was more than happy to let Steve go down first. Annie followed close behind Steve. While she didn't want to admit she almost tried to hide behind him, she did just that.
Only, when the pair got down, there was still nothing. No monster to speak of. She looked around, almost prepared for something to burst out of the wall and attack them like the kool-aid man. Steve picked up something gross and slimy from the ground.
Annie slowly walked toward a massive hole in the wall, "Um... do you think that's always been there?"
"Holy shit," Steve murmured before rushing back to the bottom of the stairs, asking for Dustin to come down.
Once Dustin was down with the pair, they were able to come to the conclusion that Dart had dug out of the cellar. As tempted as Annie was, the guys didn't let her go into the tunnels herself. Though, it seemed that those things had to lead somewhere. Maybe it was best to not find out. Nothing good could possibly come out of wherever it led.
Unsure of the next move, Dustin ran in to tell his mom that he was spending the night with one of his friends. Surely with putting their heads together, the three of them could come up with something. That was the hope as the three of them piled back into Steve's car. Dustin somehow managed to snag shotgun from Annie yet again. How she was losing to some annoying middle schooler was beyond her.
Soon enough, the three of them were sprawled about Steve's living room. Dustin laid across the couch while Annie managed to snag the recliner which left Steve on the floor. None of them had it in themselves to actually eat dinner.
"Well, we know they like blood," Steve suggested, "Maybe if we got some raw meat or something? That would draw them in, right?"
Dustin rolled his eyes, "I'm telling you, some nougat would be the way to go."
"Maybe for whatever creepy relationship you had with Dart, but there's more than one. We know that. If blood worked before, that's probably the best way to go," Annie said, her knees tucked up to her chest.
The conversation went around in circles for forever. At least, until they decided on going to the butcher's first thing in the morning. Hopefully, Dustin would be able to get to some of his friends involved. Not that Annie was sure how a bunch of thirteen-year-olds were going to help, but this was their only option given that the sheriff was nowhere to be found.
Eventually, Dustin wound up conking out on the couch. That left just Annie and Steve to their own devices. It was silent for a good while. After the last few months, Annie wasn't sure if she really liked the quiet all that much. And in the new setting, even with Erik roaming around the house, she couldn't help feeling like the whole place was disquieting.
She was the first to break the silence, "I'm sorry you didn't get to talk to Nancy."
"It's um... it's whatever, I'll get to it eventually. We've gotten back from worse," he said, running a hand through his hair, "I'm sorry you had to deal with all this. You know, if this is too much for you-"
"I'm stopping you right there," Annie said softly, "You're not going through this alone, okay? And no, Dustin doesn't count. He's smart, but he's pretty much a child."
Steve shook his head, "I'm serious, this is serious shit. It's like... could get you killed level of serious."
"All the more reason to stick around. Steve, you're my only friend in this shitty town. Now, I'm not gonna say I know how to actually fight with a monster, but I know how to use that pitchfork. Just trust me on this," she said, slipping down from the recliner to sit next to Steve against the coffee table.
He let out a small sigh, "You're sure?"
"Well, knowing the context of all this would be nice."
"Okay... you've heard of Will Byers, right?"
A long while later and Annie knew all the events that took place in Hawkins just a year prior. How Will Byers vanished into an alternate dimension and almost died. More importantly, Steve's involvement and how he obviously blamed himself for a death that had nothing to do with him. All of it leading up to the truth behind what happened on Halloween. The fact that Nancy tried to make him feel culpable made her blood boil. Whether she was drunk or not, Annie wasn’t sure how Steve was so forgiving.
She frowned, crossing her arms, "It's not your fault, you know."
"What's not?"
"Everything with Barb. It's not your fault that she was at a party you kind of invited her to. And it's not your fault that she left either. More importantly, it's not your fault that she died that way. You did nothing wrong, Steve. A monster did that, a monster you couldn't have possibly known about. Nancy's wrong about all that."
"What if she isn't?"
Annie turned to face Steve properly, "She is. Sure, maybe you were a dick a year ago, but that's not a crime. Your douchebaggery had nothing to do with Barb dying. I'm sure you never wanted her dead."
"No, never... fuck I just... I feel awful about it, but I couldn't tell anyone. I'm sure you won't be able to tell anyone after this is over either," he replied.
She let out a small yawn, "That's fine, but it's not like you're in this alone now."
"Yeah, I guess not. You should get some sleep though..."
It took almost no time for Annie to pass out. The events of the day were exhausting in their own oddly cruel way. She had nothing to do other than pass out. Though, she suddenly snapped awake right as the sun was starting to come up. It took her a moment to realize she fell asleep on Steve's shoulder. Not wanting any remarks from Dustin, she carefully made her way over to the recliner again.
This time when she woke up, it was because Dustin was shaking her awake. They had to get up and get started on their plan.
Steve groaned as he got up from where he sat, "Can you give us five more minutes?"
All Dustin gave them time for was a sorry excuse of a granola bar for breakfast and a few minutes to get ready. He didn't even give time for them to change clothes. So Annie spent her time brushing her hair and teeth. The nerve of this kid was more than likely going to be the death of her.
Dustin finally got a hold of his friend Lucas as the three of them grabbed the things they needed. The guys decided to throw the meat around and Annie was carrying her weapon and the gasoline.
Asking the butcher for a bunch of raw beef had been something Annie thought would derail the plan. However, they were given exactly what they needed without question. It made her wonder what else the guy had to give out to people.
She walked right behind Steve and Dustin as they tossed the meat along the train tracks. This was supposed to lead to the junkyard. Then, there was supposed to be a bus that they could reinforce so they could safely light Dart on fire. Whether that would actually work or not was beyond her. However, it was the one plan that all three of them were able to agree on.
Dustin was going on more about Dart since Steve asked. A story that was pretty much beyond both her and Steve. It was more lost on her since she woke up to those things crawling all over her. The last thing on her mind was keeping one for a pet. They were disgustingly slimy.
"So... you kept this thing to impress a girl?" Steve asked.
Dustin shrugged, "I guess."
"And what made you think that would work?"
"It's a new species, an inter-dimensional slug! It's awesome, who wouldn't be impressed by that?"
Steve sighed as he tossed another piece of meat on the ground, "Kid, I hate to break it to you, but that's not how you impress girls."
"Yeah, well we don't all have your hair," Dustin said.
Annie let out a laugh, knowing for a fact Steve spent more time on his hair than she did on hers that morning. In all fairness, there was something to be said for that. He looked good. Then again, he always had. The girls in her classes would not stop talking about that.
Steve rolled his eyes, "It's not about the hair. The trick with girls is just acting like you don't care."
"That's the shittiest idea I've heard in the last day," Annie remarked.
Ignoring the response he got, Steve went into how there would be a sexual electricity and that there were two types of girls. The kind who liked to have something fast and intense. Then, there were the girls who liked it when the guy went slow and stealthy. Like a ninja. Annie listened as the two of them talked, and she kept her shut when Dustin asked about Nancy. Although, there were plenty of things she had to say about that. Especially when Steve claimed Nancy was different.
Except, she wasn't different. Not really. And in all fairness, Annie wasn't sure that she was all that different from Nancy when it would come down to it. She wasn't all that different from most girls. Sure, maybe not every girl read at the rate she currently did, but she wouldn't be reading that much if she actually had someone to talk to. The point was, Nancy was just as much like the other girls at the school as she was. That would take too much to explain, though, so she kept her mouth shut.
Steve looked at Dustin, "Hold on, you're not falling in love with this girl are you?"
"What? No," he replied.
"Okay, good," he nodded, "'Cause she's only gonna break your heart and you're way too young for that shit."
"You know, giving shitty advice because your love life's going downhill isn't going to do anyone any good," Annie said, unable to keep her mouth shut, "Sorry... but if you really wanna be with a girl, you have to find out what she likes and what you guys have in common. If a girl plays some stupid game of pretending to not care, it's not worth it."
Steve glared at her, "And you know so much about this stuff?"
"Um yeah, believe it or not I've had some experience. Plus, I'm a girl. Kinda makes my advice better by default since I know how girls actually work."
There was a pause between all of them. Annie knew she shouldn't have said anything about Nancy. It wasn't fair, but the advice Steve was giving was awful. That was how guys tried to treat her in the past and it always ended up hurting her more than it ever hurt the guy. She wasn't about to go into that, though. No one needed to know.
"Farbergé," Steve finally said.
"What?"
"Fabergé organics, that's what I use," he said, tossing another piece of meat, "And when your hair's damp. Not wet, damp."
"Damp."
"You do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray. Now, you tell anyone I just told you that, and your ass is grass, you're dead" he said before looking back at Annie, "That goes for you too, Hardwick."
Annie laughed, "You use the same stuff that my mom does. Not that it's bad or anything, it's cute, actually."
"Farrah Fawcett?" Dustin asked, shaking his head.
Steve shrugged, "I mean, she's hot."
After what felt like forever and a few different conversations later, the trio were in front of the junkyard. It was sunny, but Annie could already feel the breeze starting to bite through her green flannel. She hadn't thought to bring her jacket when she had been rushing to leave the house.
Steve took off his glasses, "This will work... Yeah, this will work just fine. Nice job, Henderson."
While Steve and Dustin put the last of the beef in a pile, a boy biked up with a girl on the back. With how the kids all looked at each other, Annie couldn't help thinking that this was the girl Dustin had been talking about.
They were arguing about the girl knowing about all this. That was when Lucas pointed to Annie.
"You told some random chick!" Lucas exclaimed.
"I didn't! Steve did!" Dustin yelled.
Annie waved her arms, "Hey, I'm literally right here. And for your information, I'm just as involved in this as everyone else. Give me a break."
The boys were more intent on arguing than helping to fortify the bus. Instead of worrying about them, Annie went over to a piece of metal that the redhead girl was trying to pick up.
"Here, let me help you out," Annie said, bending down to make it a bit easier.
The girl gave a small smile, "Thanks... um are you in on this prank?"
Annie helped to get the metal against the bus, "I wish it were a prank. Kinda hard to think that when I woke up and these slug things were crawling all over me yesterday."
"What?"
"Yeah, I guess they're from some other dimension and my house is kinda flip flopping dimensions or whatever," Annie sighed as they got another slab of metal to board up the windows of the bus.
Max shook her head, "I don't get why you're trying so hard... hey, you're kinda new here right?"
"Um... yeah, unfortunately. Why?"
"Nothing... just, heard about you or whatever. Being new kinda sucks."
Annie laughed, "I'll drink to that."
"So are your only friends really that Harrington guy and Dustin?"
"Pretty much."
Within a couple hours, Max and Annie wouldn't stop talking as they got the bus ready. There wasn't much time for conversation seeing as the sun was going down earlier and earlier every day, but the two of them were getting a lot done. So once Dustin and Lucas finally decided to help, the sun was going to start heading down soon.
By the time it was sunset, the gasoline was poured and they were all in the bus. Lucas had decided to scout the area, keeping an eye out for Dart. Wherever that monster could possibly be.
After an outburst between Dustin and Max, she left to go on the roof with Lucas. Annie watched as Steve played with his lighter and she also messed with the pocket knife she had in the pocket of her overalls.
"Hold up, you had that the whole time?" Steve asked.
Annie shrugged, "Yeah, why? You think I could use just this against some... glorified Audrey II?"
"Wait a what?"
"Audrey II? You know, Little Shop of Horrors, the musical?" she asked, "You know, 'little shop, little shop of horrors, little shop, little shop...' huh guess it’s just me."
Both Steve and Dustin stared at her.
"You guys need to get out more."
That was when Lucas screamed about the monster. Annie, Steve, and Dustin were all pressed against each other as they all tried to get a look. Sure enough, there it was. She didn't even know how to describe it as the thing walked around the pile of meat.
Steve shook his head, "It's not taking the bait. Why isn't it taking the bait?"
"Maybe it smells the gasoline?" Annie suggested.
He sighed, "Or maybe it's just tired of cow."
Annie's eyes widened as he went to pick up the bat.
"Wait, what're you doing?" Annie and Dustin asked at the same time.
Steve sighed, tossing the lighter to Annie, "Just light it up when the time's right and keep the kids safe."
Then, Steve turned and went out of the bus. There was no way there was just one of those things. That was too good to be true. Annie shook her head.
"'Keep the kids safe' my ass," Annie muttered before putting the lighter in Dustin's hands, "You got this, okay?"
Annie grabbed the pitchfork and slipped out of the bus quietly. Her heart was pounding out of her chest and her throat felt tight. What was she doing? This was dangerous and could easily get her killed, but she didn't care. Lucas started shouting about another one of the monsters and Annie rushed towards it, going to fight them off.
Steve and Annie were surrounded in no time, and Dustin was screaming for them to get back in. Everything was such a blur of lunging and stabbing that Steve had to tug her towards the bus.
There wasn't much for Annie to comprehend other than that she was sure she stabbed some of those monsters as Steve pulled her back into the bus. He was screaming something, and she was sure it was because she followed him out when he didn't want her to, but she didn't listen. Even when back in the safety of the bus, there wasn't a chance to say anything.
The monsters were trying to get into the bus and for a moment she could only watch in horror. Annie couldn't tell if she was screaming or if that was one of the kids.
"Annie, get it, do something!" Steve yelled before she stabbed at another one of the monsters trying to get in through the windows.
Steve threw a sheet of metal at the door to keep them out. It was quiet for a moment, but then there were thumps coming from the top of the bus. Annie's blood ran cold as she realized there was a way in through the top. They were done for. There were far too many monsters for just her and Steve to take care of.
Max was near the opening at the roof of the bus. Right as the monster appeared and opened its mouth in an odd venus flytrap way, she and Steve ran in front of the kids. This was it. Getting in front of the kids was going to be in vain, Annie knew that. She was sure Steve was aware too. That didn't stop him from yelling in the screaming creature's face.
All of a sudden, there wasn't any screaming. The monster's mouth closed and its head turned up towards the sky. Then, it turned around and left with the rest of the monsters. Annie let out a deep breath, realizing that they weren't dead yet.
"Do you think Steve scared it off?" Lucas asked as all of them slowly filed out of the bus.
Steve stepped out into the night, shaking his head, "No... no way, they're going somewhere."
Unsure of where that place was, all of them tried to follow anyway. The kids were a little bit in front, leaving Annie with only Steve to talk to. That was, if she could manage to comprehend what she just went through.
"So... are we really about to take these kids with us?" Annie asked.
He shrugged, "I guess. If we didn't, they would just follow us. These kids are persistent little shits. It's better they have someone to protect them."
"Because we did such a great job?"
"Hey, we did our best and you know it," he insisted.
The conversation didn't go any further because Dustin and Lucas were starting to argue. Steve didn't help by only confirming that Dustin did keep Dart.
Annie rolled her eyes, "If you guys don't get your shit together, then we're all going home right now, get it?!"
A shrieking in the distance stopped all of them from saying anything more. For a moment, Annie thought she screwed all of them over, but nothing came. They ended up following the noise out to a clearing. The monsters were going to the lab. A place Annie only knew about due to Steve telling her the night before.
It was a long walk, one where none of them really said anything. If nothing else, because they all knew that nothing good could come of all this. She was leading these kids into something more dangerous than she could even understand. How Steve was doing it without hesitation was beyond her. Maybe he wasn't thinking. It seemed like he was almost on autopilot the whole time.
They were soon getting closer to the lab and Annie heard someone calling out to them. Much to her surprise, it was none other than Nancy and Jonathan.
"Steve?" they both asked before Nancy looked at Annie, "Who're you?"
"Um I'm Annie," she replied, clutching onto her pitchfork.
There wasn't a whole lot of time for introductions as the lab seemed to be overrun with those monsters just as thought. It meant there wasn't even a chance for Annie to feel sorry for Steve as she started to put together Nancy's lack of jealousy and the way she looked at Jonathan. Especially when she was being thrown into a police cruiser minutes later.
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Of Books, Brothers, and Broadway (Creativitwins College AU) Chapter Two!!!
Word Count: 3814
TW: Remus, Janus, ocean creatures, I.E. octopus, swearing, I think thats it?
Pairings: pining logince and dukeceit right now, mentioned established moxiety.
Notes: This is pages 4-11 of a current 24. I can like, literally not stop writing this it is a stream of consciousness and I haven’t felt this productive or creative in such a long time. We meet the other 5 in this finally! At this point with 24 pages I think the title should be Of Books, Brothers, Broadway, and Boys. So there’s a little hint. Listen I’m just desperate for soft.
Summary: Roman and Remus are trying to write a musical all while juggling their college courses and jobs. Remus and Roman both inadvertently end up introducing their friend group to their brother and two are pining hard for their brothers best friend. Meanwhile, Remus talks to his boss and gets some news that makes his day.
“Hiya Roman!!! Hey wait up a sec!”
Roman was walking through campus when he heard Patton trying to grab his attention over his headphones. He pulled the headset off his head and turned towards the energetic friend who was racing to catch him.
“Howdy Popstar! I missed you last period, where were you?”
Patton panted softly as he tried to catch his breath. He finally smiled up at Roman.
“Oh yeah, my boyfriend is at home sick and I lost track of time. I didn’t even think about it until his phone alarm went off for his online class, what did I miss?”
“Oh nothing much, another duet skit, lucky for you, you got paired with me!”
“Oh boy, what skit?”
“I’ll give you the packet when we get to class, but it's from midsummer nights”
“Ohhhh I love that play!!!”
Roman was just about to bring up the musical he and Remus had started, being called the magicians notebook, when JJ walked up. He gave a casual peace sign and Patton waved.
“What's up with our favorite preps today?”
“Well actually I was just about to tell Patton about this musical-”
Jay decided to jump in front of them, now walking backwards as he stared at Roman with barely restrained joy.
“Musical you say? What’s it called? Who made it? Do I know about it?”
Roman chuckled.
“It's actually one me and my brother are making”
“YOU'RE MAKING A MUSICAL!?”
Roman couldn't hold back the loud laughter at JJ’s response, he doubled over laughing, still smiling widely as JJ was bouncing on his heels and Patton stared at him in awe.
“Wow, you and your brother are making a musical?”
“Roman I don't think I have to explain to you just how mother fucking rad that is, I think you know that already, but whats it about? Do you have any songs yet? Do you have a name yet? Who's your brother? I have so many questions Roman I can't believe I wasn't the first person you told!!!”
“You were you dork! You and Patton are currently the only ones who know about it!”
“I need answers Roman!”
“Salutations Remus. I presume you got your portion of the assignment done… 2 minutes ago?”
Remus rushed to his seat as their professor started class. He rubbed the back of his neck and laughed nervously.
“Am I that obvious Shakespeare?”
Logan stared at him emotionlessly. He looked him over then leaned his head on his hand.
“You are barely on time, cluing me in that you were preoccupied with something and lost track of time, your bag is still open, likely due to you shoving your laptop in it hurriedly without double checking the zipper, and of course, you looked sheepish as you sped in, hinting that you were doing something you weren't supposed to be doing slash doing something you were supposed to have done earlier last minute, instead of proud like you do when you were wasting your time on something you felt justified in taking your time on”
Remus shrunk. Logan could always read him like an open book, though it was his fault for befriending the psychology major he supposes. He felt ready to be completely humiliated as Logan smirked and pulled up his phone.
“And of course, the text I got from you an hour ago warning me that you might run late because of the assignment was a nice bonus”
Remus felt his cheeks redden as he remembered messaging him. He probably shouldn't be so surprised and attacked and yet he turned his face towards their professor with a huff as he pulled out his notebook and textbook. He was startled out of his thoughts as he heard the hall door open suddenly. He turned towards the noise and snickered as he saw Virgil clambering towards them as quietly as possible.
“Mr. Storm I would appreciate that if you are late to class you attempt to cause less of a distraction to the rest of your peers”
“Y-yes sir, I’ll keep that in mind”
Remus had to cover his mouth as Virgil squeezed past them and took the spot on the other side of him. He gave him a quick look and went back to the text. A small piece of paper slipped in front of him as Virgil unpacked that asked if he had missed anything. Remus shook his head idly. The three kept quiet until the teacher released them. As they packed up, Logan started a conversation.
“What made you late Virge?”
“Huh? Oh, I'm not feeling great, I woke up feeling like shit. I was originally going to just stay home sick, but I remembered our project so here I am I guess”
“Oh, Vee, you could've texted us, you didn't have to come if you were dying”
“Meh, I spent too much on this class to miss it. Especially since it's one of my prereqs. I’ll survive”
“Well I guess if you're gonna be here we might as well take advantage of it. I don't have any more classes today, you guys want to get some writing done?”
“I suppose that would be amenable”
“Sure, but I need some caffeine first, haven't had any at all today”
“Good god how were you able to drive here?”
“I can function without coffee if I get enough sleep. I also am simply not addicted”
“Well that is ridiculous, you must not be human. But I could go for a soda right now. Want me to take orders and meet you guys at the library?”
“Lit. you know what I want”
“Oh my god, somebody needs to take your flashcards”
“If you like having 5 fingers on each hand I would recommend you not do that”
Remus was getting annoyed with his brother. He was quietly ranting on the phone at him in the study room he had booked with Logan and Virgil.
“Roman, I literally could not give a shit if you told your friends about the musical idea, I was gonna tell mine as well. … so fucking what if its my final? None of your friends are in any of my courses, I'm not scared they're gonna plagiarize me, you trust them, I'm sure that you have half a decent taste in friends. … Listen, I can't deal with all of you right now, I have a collaborative story I'm supposed to be working on, we can deal with this when I get home. Just like, have a glass of your shitty wine and maybe you'll calm down. I gotta go, i’ll see you later”
Logan smirked at him as he hung up. He did the lean again and god Remus could throw him into the wall.
“What's this about a musical I hear? I didn't take you for a song and dance guy”
Remus sighed, brushing his hand through his hair as he sat down in front of his computer.
“I'm not, but my brother is. When we were younger he said that we should make a musical together. And as a man of my word, I've been working on a book for a musical for him. He's already got a couple of songs written up for it and we’re working with it. It's actually not half bad. He may drive me insane, but he's talented at what he does”
Remus had just started typing when his phone alarm went off. His eyes widened and he scrambled to pack up again.
“SHIT!!! I have a meeting with my boss, they're giving me an octopus to care for I can't believe I forgot I'm such an idiot oh shit I'm gonna be late and they won't-”
Logan stopped his hands. He looked him calmly in the eyes with a small smile.
“Hey, we’ll pack for you and drop your stuff off for you, just go and get that octopus Remus”
Remus smiled gratefully and after checking he had his phone and keys, he ran to get home.
“Hello Dr. sanders! Please come in!”
The doctor smiled at him as he stepped inside. He glanced around the area idly with a smile.
“With how energetic and, well, chaotic you are at work I didn't expect your home to be so immaculate!”
“Heheh, yeah I prefer a clean canvas. Sorry not everything is in place, I kinda forgot about this until just a bit ago and had to rush out of a study group. It's usually cleaner than this, well, at least most of it is, my brother is a mess, but he has a completely separate space. Oh boy I’m talking a lot”
“It's fine kid. Mind showing me where you'd be keeping her?”
Remus nodded and led the doctor into his room, and suddenly he felt a little self conscious over all the terrariums in his room. Dr. Sanders paid his full attention to the fish tank.
“This is impressive, it's a nice little ecosystem for all of them, are you sure Cephy won't disrupt them all?”
“Oh! Yes, I did a little research on her breed and none of the fish in there are food for her, nor is she food for. I know she's super friendly and all these guys have been very receptive to new members in the past, my newest one is the angel fish but she doesn't seem to be bothered by bigger creatures. I also have a back up tank for worst case scenarios, and the fish don't bother my brother!”
“Only thing I'd say is, maybe add some driftwood or floating objects for her to lay on”
He then turned to look at the other tanks. He smiled as he saw the lizards scatter a bit. Remus felt like he was about to die.
“These are pretty nice! You have a nice assortment of reptiles here, where'd you get them?”
“Oh, um, just uh, just outside. A good amount of lizard friends come to our patio, and every once in a while they'll like, crawl up to me. My family says I’m the reptile whisperer heh”
“That's intriguing. Most of these species are loner types, were they hurt?”
“Um, some of them were, got beat up by a local cat or something I think”
“Huh. that's even more fascinating. Anyways, back to the point. You know the rules with Cephy right? You aren't in charge of buying her food or medication until we decide whether or not she can be released. If she doesn't cut it, we will likely have you keep her rather than attempt to remove her from familiarity and then she will become your responsibility alone. She may have an attitude the first few days from moving around, but for the most part she will integrate well I think. If any complications arise, you have my personal number, and I think that's it! We will send her home with you tomorrow with a week's supplies. Any questions?”
“No sir! Thank you so much, you won't regret this, I swear!”
“Oh, I forgot to tell you last week! We were asked to lower our number of interns!”
“What? Wait why are you telling me this?”
“Well, due to that we had to make some changes, and i'd like to formally offer you a full time job! And of course, by full time, I don't plan on changing your hours unless it works with your school schedule. We would love to keep you as one of our marine biologists once you graduate!”
“I- sir, thank you so much, I, I am so grateful! Wait, does that mean I can get even more hands on experience with the critters? Oh thank you so much!”
“Heh, you're one of our best workers, I figure it might be helpful to have a proper wage. But on that note, I really should be going, I have an appointment in an hour and it's a 45 minute drive from here”
“Oh, yeah! Yes, of course, here, I’ll show you out!”
When Roman got home he didn't expect to have Remus tackle him.
“Whats up Remus?”
“I PASSED!!! SHE'S COMING TOMORROW!!! AND I GOT A PROMOTION!!! ROMAN I GOT A RAISE, I'M GETTING AN EXTRA 5 DOLLARS AN HOUR I CAN'T BELIEVE MY LUCK!!!”
“Holy shit man, maybe you should be paying all the bills now, you make way fuckin more than I do at the cafe!”
“Oh, wait, fuck, Logan and Virgil are coming by fuck I gotta clean”
Roman just about died laughing as Remus ran around trying to tidy the place. It was only a few minutes before there was a knock on the door. Roman got it as Remus made a pot of coffee.
“Hello!”
“Hello Remus! We came to return your bag and your soda that you left at the library”
“Logan open your eyes, that's not Remus. Remus has a mustache you fool”
Logan opened his eyes to see Remus. But not Remus, Remus was more scruffy, and he was shorter, Remus was only a little taller than him, but the not Remus in front of him towered a good several inches over him. And the biggest difference to Logan, was Remus had auburn eyes, almost red, the not Remus in front of him had bright green eyes. Logan felt his cheeks redden. He looked down sheepishly after having stared.
“My apologies, you must be Remus’ brother. My name is Logan and this is Virgil”
“Well hello there Logan and Virgil, my name is Roman. Please, come in”
“Roman STOP FLIRTING!!!”
The two stepped in and laughed as Roman shouted back.
“I LITERALLY JUST SAID HELLO AND MY NAME OH MY GOD”
Logan and Virgil wandered in, meeting Remus in the living room, greeting them with a smile and cups of coffee. The two took them graciously and sat down at Remus’ request. While Remus stayed in the kitchen as he searched for snacks in the cabinet, Roman leaned against the wall, giving the guests a quick look over. He smiled faintly as he saw the glasses clad one, Logan he reminded himself, turn red at the attention.
“Roman did you ever go to the store and get what I asked you for?”
“Of course not, you didn't give me a list and I prefer to keep our phone calls to twice a month and I was out of calls”
“You're an idiot”
“Yeah I sorta went into the least brainy major I could find. You're supposed to be the brainy one”
Remus sighed as he brought out a plate of fruits and chips and dip. He shot a glare at Roman's smirk.
“What are you smirking about now?”
“Oh nothing, just a little offended that you hid your cute friends from me”
Roman nearly sputtered after the words left his mouth as Logan turned bright red. Virgil just rolled his eyes at him and Remus looked just about ready to smash his glass of coffee over Roman's head, but he stayed resolute.
“Roman, can't you just go flirt with a random tree? Or one of my lizards! Keith would love a boyfriend!”
“I would rather make out with an octopus”
“Well duh! Octopi are great kissers!”
“God you and Jay would get along so well I really need to introduce you two”
“Yeah sure I would, with one of your theatre nerd friends”
Virgil then sat up a bit. He looked between the twins with a grin.
“Oh wait, theatre nerds? You wouldn't happen to be the Roman my boyfriend keeps telling me about?”
“Depends, who is he?”
“Patton Corwyn”
“Oh fuck yeah! He's one of my best friends!”
“Then I agree with him, you would love Jay”
Remus grumbled something into his coffee. He sent another glare towards Roman as he set down his cup.
“Roman I know you don't know anything about courtesy, but you are making my friends uncomfortable, could you go do your messy things in your room or something?”
“Wait we aren't-”
“Lucky for you I've got a shift at the cafe in a bit, I just gotta change. Nice meeting you Logan, Virgil, see you later rem”
Roman gave a finger salute before diving into his room. Logan almost felt sad at his departure. He tried to focus back on his coffee and his computer screen but Virgil nudged him and sent him a knowing smirk. He glared at his screen instead.
“Does our bookworm have a crush?”
“Oh please do not have a crush on him he’ll be so cocky and dumb!”
“I, I don't have a crush, shut up, your apartment is just really warm. Shut up!”
He angrily typed away as the other two giggled at his bright cheeks. A door opened and Logan turned to see, and he really shouldn't have turned to see. Roman was wearing black slacks, a red button up shirt and a black half apron. And who said he was allowed to be so attractive? Roman gave him a quick wink before looking over at Remus.
“Is it my night for dinner?”
“Yes”
“K, I’ll text you when my shift is done and get your order. See you later”
“Cool, k, leave! I'm trying to study!”
“Ok ok!”
Logan wasn’t free of the teasing until he finally left.
“Good afternoon! Welcome to Dream Bean! What can I get for you today?”
“Hiya Roman! Strawberry acai with extra whipped cream large please?”
“Ah, Patton, I see your taste remains a slave to the pink drink, it'll be right up!”
“Don't shame me! It's sweet and healthy!”
“And has no caffeine, but I’ll leave it be, promise”
“Oh, and a blueberry muffin!”
“Alrighty! That'll be 7 dollars!”
Roman loved his job. The dream bean coffee shop had higher prices than the local Starbucks, but they had better drinks and food in his humble opinion. The college students in the town were spoiled, they got discounts at the place and most alumni swore by the little shop. It was a staple of the town, and Roman had been coming to it for as long as he can remember. He paid no attention to the fact that both his friends had decided to nestle in a corner of the little shop far longer than they were technically supposed to. That is, until he clocked out, making himself a cafe mocha before popping over to the booth the two had stolen away to. He raised his eyebrow at them as he took a sip of his drink.
“What brings you two here?”
“Can't we just want some of the best coffee in the world?”
“Considering Patton didn't get coffee, and from the looks of it you got a hot chocolate with a shot of espresso, no, no you can't”
“Ok so we wanted to know more about your musical! Sue us!”
“Hmm, how about I tell you about it on a walk, if Patton tells me why he didn't mention that his boyfriend is friends with my brother. And why you didn't introduce me to Logan”
“Deal!”
Patton giggled as he brought his new cup of coffee to his lips. He and Virgil stood and followed Roman out the door.
“I didn't know your brother and Vee were friends! He must be Remus then right?”
“Mhmm. whole family of mythology names, my uncle's name is Romulus”
“Hmm! I haven't actually met him, Virgil doesn't bring his friends over a lot. But why are you more upset about not knowing about Logan?”
“I mean, hes hot as fuck, would’ve liked to talk t him more but I had to leave for work before I could say much more than hello or goodbye. He looks smart. Wouldn't take him for a creative writing guy”
“Oh he's a psych major, he wants to write scientific journals and studies and stuff. There wasn't a minor choice for journalism, so he figured creative writing would fulfill the same things. He's actually really talented, he writes lots of sci-fi and fantasy things, he's a huge nerd, but he's really sweet”
“He blushed at like anything I said, it was adorable. Remus almost killed me”
“Ok as much as I love hearing your tea on guys, I do not care about this near as much as I care about this musical”
Patton and Roman both devolved into a mess of laughter at JJ’s insistence about the musical. Roman pulled out his phone with a grin and gave Jay a sympathetic look.
“Ok, let me text Remus for his dinner order and then I’ll tell you all about it”
Remus just about groaned when he heard keys jingle in the door. He was sprawled across the couch, legs over the top of it and his head and arms draped on the floor. He was even more tempted as he heard more voices mix with his brothers. He shouted across the apartment when the door opened.
“YOU NEED TO STOP EXISTING, LOGAN WOULDN'T STOP THIRSTING OVER YOU THE WHOLE TIME HE WAS HERE!”
“Too bad, he's kinda cute!”
Remus fell off the couch as Roman and his friends walked in. mostly because one of them was hot as balls. He hoped beyond hope that he was the Jay Roman had mentioned from earlier. Jay had a face full of scars on one side of his face, and wore a pastel yellow shirt with a jean vest covered in pins. He also wore a deep yellow beanie. Remus couldn't look away as he stood up again.
“Oh! Uh hello! Roman’s friends!”
The other one smiled brightly, just about as bright as his pastel blue jumper and white suspenders. He held out one hand, the other filled with bags of food. Remus shook his hand.
“Hiya! I'm Patton! And you're the Remus my boyfriend keeps talking about!”
“Hello! That must mean that you are Jay?”
Jay stuttered after actually getting a good look at him. He nodded and smiled back at him.
“You can um, you can call me Janus! If, if you want that is! Um, Roman told us about the musical you two are writing and it's really cool! I uh, I know it's gonna be great!”
Remus grinned, and let out a giggle as Roman leaned on him. Janus hissed at him and swatted at Roman’s arm.
“Be careful not to corrupt this one, he's a baby”
“I AM 19 YEARS OLD YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!!”
“And a freshman. This makes you babey. Regardless, I know you are also a weirdo who loves reptiles, and my brother has a collection that i'm sure he would be delighted to show you”
“repTILES?!”
At that, Janus started bouncing and god, Roman was right, he is babey. Remus grins and nods excitedly as well.
“I can do that! I'd love to show off my babies! But dinner first, I've been begging Roman to let us have Thai food for weeks!”
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After having a very rough life that makes her want to risk it all at the age of 12. Elaina receives a call from her older brother begging for help with his new born daughter. After watching the fiasco Ari and Aaliyah, her little sisters started in Crenshaw and knowing they needed to lay low for a long time. They head to a Freeridge California and meet a little beat up boy named Cesar. After awhile they start to rebuild the never put together family that she's always wanted but what happens when his older brother finally gets out of jail?
Show some love if you like it! I do not own on my block or any of its characters. I only own my own ocs. I also dont own the pictures. If you don't like the book don't read it and I'm always welcome to nice criticism but if your an ass you will be removed. I also dont speak spanish so I'm gonna do the best I can.
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Driving to get to my new house in Freeridge was tiring as hell with my mija in the car. Dont get me wrong I know this is the first time we've got to spend time together in awhile but, I also know the girls hyped her up on candy and soda from the way she practically vibrating and jumping in her purple and black car seat. Fortunately she crashed from her sugar high about 40 minutes back and I would be able to carry her big head into the house.
Tapping my hand in the steering wheel, I pull through tagged up streets until I arrive at my new house in Freeridge, California. There were little trees and bushes blocking all edges of the house at the end of the street giving it a very good privacy setting. Its walls a off white concrete with beige tiles on the roof. There was a big yard big enough to store some of the cars Juju and I like to work on, a small garage and a doggie house for my dog Cerberus. As my eyes roam the house I let out the sigh that seems to have been on the tip of my tongue since I left my old home in Crenshaw.
I notice there were no lights on in the house and that I will have to get black out curtains, considering the amount of windows there were. It wont be good when I have to drink my self to sleep only to be woken up by the sun wanting to show how much holier it is than I. The houses off white cemented walls shined in the fading sunlight the light reflecting off the windows giving it a warm and cozy look thankfully along with the sun going down so is the famous unforgivable heat.
Stepping out of the car was a little more challenging than I thought it was going to be considering how my skin wanted to mend into the car seat. So, after I finally was able to surgically remove myself I was able to start walking up to the reinforced door one of the first things I noticed.
'That was probably one of Vin's ideas.' A bitter smile came at the thought....missing mi familia. I honestly don't even know where he is right now. 'I'll find you when it's safe again.' Already knowing the words were lies before they even left his mouth.
The second thing I notice was the cameras discreetly pointing at every angle surronding my house. So if a lizard crossed my yard I would know about it. I opened the door and propped it open with one of door stopper that was right next to it. Not even bothering to look further inside Going back to the car and I pull out mi hija without waking her while also grabbing whatever else we needed to spend one night in an empty house.
Quickly grabbing my silver .9mm from the glove department, I place it in my waist band of my black yoga shorts and start walking in the house and once fully inside, I put Nena and the bags down in the living room on the deep brown wooden floors before rubbing her hair. Glancing at her mixed cream skin with crazy black curly hair I secretly admire her beauty. 'She deserves this fresh start more than any of us. ' I quietly think to myself continuing to take in her peaceful sleeping face that looked so much like her fathers.
She has such an innocent face but, that's just what lures you in about her. She has such a devilish smile when you get past her angelic eyes.
Rubbing her hair once more I walk out and grab a few more bags before placing those bags around her as well. I go back and lock the door before going through her night bag and pulling out her pajamas.
Picking her up to wake her only causes her to start groaning and whining as she lazily opens her eyes and gives me a sweet soft kiss.
"We have to change your clothes before you go back to sleep Nena." I say quietly to the 3 year old.
"Tía" she said with her quiet rarely used voice it coming out soft and toddlerish. Her tired eyes trying to close despite my best efforts. God this girl could try to sleep through anything!
"You cant call me that anymore mija." I said to her softly with my soothing voice while looking into her deep amber eyes. My mother always said that I had the voice capable of putting anyone to sleep. I remember when I was 4 she told me one night that she wanted me to sing for her every night to chase away the nightmares. Unfortunately the next morning I found her overdosed in the tub covered in urine and throw up.
"Yes mama." She said starting to get a little excited but still in her sleep haze.
"I love you mama." Nena said burying her head into my shoulder. Secretly trying to go back to sleep from what I could tell by the way she started to slump into my arms.
"I love you too Nena. We have to get you changed before you go back to sleep plum."I said chuckling to the half asleep toddler before looking away and turning to my phone when I hear the gun shot notification. Clicking my phone on. I see a blaring picture of Nena and *Bang!!* another new text message. This one from the moving company. [ We will arrive Tomorrow at 7 am] Alright. Not that bad and there's really nothing I could do about that right now.
Scrolling to my other messages I see one from Abuela.
[ We are 30 minutes out. She is in a mood driving us all loco.] Chuckling when I finished reading.
'She just lost her sister, nana.' I thought to myself. Before shaking my head to get rid of the thoughts of her. Putting down Nena on the floor unconsciously bringing up old unwanted memories of before the beginning of all of this bullshit.
*Flashback 2 years ago*
Sitting here with my hands bruised, slashed, and bleeding all over the place from the street fights I've had that past week. The dark purple and yellow bruises seeming to do a puzzle the way they fit on top of each other.
Kissing my teeth and looking far out of space while throwing my head back, and letting out a small scream while standing up to let out my frustrations. Today was not a good day, but it seems like bad days are the only days I'm allowed to have anymore honestly. Turning my head around to fully take in my shitty surronding of an abandoned apartment building with dried blood on the walls, broken glass bottles everywhere, and dirty couches and mattresses. The whole place stunk of mold, anemone, and shit. A scoff escapes me.
'What am I even doing here?' I think to myself but in reality I already know why I was not home..... trying to get too fucked up to remember anything. This is not where I am supposed to be doing that though. I pry through the existing migraine to get to the depressing things I'm forced to call my thoughts. While pulling out my phone to check to see if I have recieved any messages, nope but it is 02:30.
'I should probably go home.' Although, as soon as that thought went though my head it was already gone. My mind being too filled with the existing numbness and static to absorb anymore thoughts of home.
Not now.... 'Theres no one there to return to anymore.'
Walking though the trashed old and moldy apartment building somewhere in NY blood territory if the tagged up place was anything to go by I stepped out side. Looking around I notice the tagged up neighborhood and my 2014 purple and black Dodge Charger. Stepping in the car with a groan I start the car and look at my phone again to connect the bluetooth and start playing Leroyce -Forever before I take off toward a destination not really caring where as long as it's not here.
Opening my glove department I pull out a blunt and light it before coming to a stop. 'Got to get off the road soon dont want to get pulled over again.' I sigh, even though I look older than it I am still only 10. One that really is tired of this worlds sandeces 'I really dont want to call Vin to tell the officer to let me go if I get caught.' I add another sigh to my day as I pull into a parking space and turning off the car. I continue to smoke my blunt while listening to the music letting it vibe though me. 'I haven't eaten in 3 days' I think with, yeah you guessed it another sigh not particularly having an appetite or craving anything to eat.
Putting out the roach that was left while also making sure my silver glock is by my side, I get out of the car and walk to the nearest store. Walking up to the 711 I open the door and notice there were three young chicos in the candy isle and an Arabian at the register. Going to the bakery isle I grab two banana nut muffins before going to grab a beer and some chips.
"Can I get a black and mild wood tip?" I asked as I walked up to the Arabian girl at the register. Her big brown eyes first going to my holstered gun before looking into my hazel green eyes. Looking like she was having a debate with herself on whether or not to ask for an armored mixed girls Id. Flipping her fake blonde hair it seems like she made the decision that she doesnt care about my life.
"That will be 9.34."
Placing a 10 on the counter I walk away leaving the change. Going straight back to my car rolling another one and, staring off into space letting my mind wonder into the depths that would only bring and leave more scars. The only thing that brings me back is the sound of my ringer going off. Looking at the screen I see a picture of my hermano Vin and I on the screen. My long curly black hair pushed to the side my eyes closed and a bright smile on my full lips showing off my pearly whites. Vins tattoed arms wrapped around his hermanita as tight as possible knowing that would be the last time we would see each other for awhile.... and it's already been 8 months. "Qué?" I demanded. As soon as I picked up the phone.
"Elaina."
"Hm?"
"Te necesito." His deep voice says hesitantly over the phone.'Really....now you need me?'
"Por qué?"
"We can't speak about it on the phone. I need you to come to me." His gravely deep voice demanded on the phone. Not really giving me a choice in the matter in my head.
But now, what could be so important that you cant tell me over the phone. Well the only way I was going to find out was by going to him.
"I'm in New York right now, get my location and set it to the nearest airport. Make sure you keep the cops from my route I dont want any problems. Order me a private jet and set it to where ever you are."
" Thank you Elaina."
Humming, then ending the conversation. I recieve the route not even a minute later. Taking care of my family is a full time job that I didnt even sign up for....but without them I would have given up a long time ago. I sighed pulling out of the parking lot finally lightin the blunt.
'This finna be some bullshit.Well at least I get to go to London.'
*Present*
Hearing a truck pull up outside the house. Walking to the door I peek out the bullet proof window to see Abuela's black truck outside. The short mexican lady is cursing my hermanitas the hell out I notice with a small smile. Knowing them they probably deserve it. Shaking my head I start making my way to the door unlocking the door and stepping onto the second brick step.
"THATS YOUR MOTHERFUCKING EXCUSE FOR GETTING ALL THAT SHIT ON MY SEATS!?" oooh car problems...... Walking right back inside grabbing Nena who found her toy bag and was currently sleeping on a stuffed animal. But she was already dressed in her pajamas so imma just count it as a win-win situation. I already did what I needed to do which was open the door.
"Sissy save us!!!!" I hear both my other twin sisters yell. No. You fucked up her truck. You did this to a crazy Mob grandma.
"Let's go find somewhere to sleep Nena." Walking off not listening to the distressing calls of "Sissy!" from all three my sisters now.
I end up picking the empty master bedroom mentally cursing my brother for not having furniture arrive before his family did. 'Pendejo.'
Laying down on the carpet floor while putting white headphones in my ears and using a giant panda stuff animal as a pillow I pull an already asleep Nena over me and, put her head on my chest before closing my eyes.
I stayed like that for hours my insomnia not letting me sleep and my mind never truly letting me rest. I sit, wait, and listen to my sisters and grandma put away the little things they had before going to sleep. Well at least two of them do.
Looking up to my door as I hear the door click open. My younger sister Juju is there with a burning blunt and bottle of Hennessy...... our sleep medicine.
She's wearing a faded purple spaghetti strap crop top and black pajamas shorts. Most of her tattoos being shown off due to the lack of clothes. Pushing a deeply asleep toddler off of me and onto the panda. I watched her wrap her arms around the toy before turning and grabbing my phone.
After making sure my bebé was still fully asleep, something I honestly dont know why I even questioned, I stand up.
Following my younger sister outside to the back yard we hop on the concrete railing facing opposite of each other with the bottle between us and pop it open. Taking out my phone I start to play Say yes by Floetry. Before I really start to look around the back yard. Cerberus was going to have the time of his life fucking shit up back here. He will be arriving tomorrow along with the furniture, he doesn't do well with long road trips at all so we decided to just drug him and put him on a plane along with the rest of the stuff.
"I thought Vin said he would be here?" Her raspy tired voice said drawing me out of my thoughts and making me turn towards her. Big puppy dog hazel eyes that had dark circles from lack of sleep and brown curly hair made her look like a sun goddess. Her light carmel skin basically glowing in the moon and pool light. Out of all of my siblings I connected with sisters the most. Maybe because I went through a lot of bull shit with them? Maybe because they shared the womb at the same time with me? Either way I'm happy for it considering how much the world seems to hates my guts its good to have sisters that actually care if I die or not.
"You know why he can't come here." I said hitting the blunt. Knowingly about to start an unwanted argument.
"Wouldn't you say to protect his girls he would actually be here with us?Not there trying to get himself killed?!"She asked irritated and worried.
"Hm." Taking the bottle she chugs down the liquor with no regrets. Before handing it to me when she is done, I do the same thing until I feel somewhat alright.
"What school are we going to go to? Will you do football?" Now why would I be thinking about doing football? This ain't my home.
"We will be going to sign up for school soon I guess and no I'm not doing football."
" You might be able to start a new life, have friends, find love." She continued. Her mind filled with nothing but romance, roses, and bullets. She already knew that we shouldnt really get attached to anyone out here. It was far to dangerous to get anyone evolved in our lives but right now on this railing she can dream.
"Are you listing out Liyah's to-do list or mine?" I said laughing and fully feeling the effects of the alcohol. Not wanting to be the one to state the facts.
"All of ours fool!" She says laughing. Her smile showing off her small dimples. The smile slowly going away putting her head on my shoulder before shaking it.
"After everything that's been going on we deserve it.........How did we get here hermana?" Sighing I dont answer, knowing that question was more towards the Angels than to me.
"This isn't fair, for him to send us to one place while hes halfway around the world." She continues with a slight whimper in her voice. Taking another sip out of the bottle before passing it and lighting a black and mild.
"He's trying his best." Those soft spoken words could've been yelled at the poor girl with how quickly she quieted down.
Looking over at her down casted head.
"Yeah he is trying his best....but, his best could be with us there to help." She said damn near sobbing. The medicine is working.
"You know why we cant do that Juju. Come on." I said picking her up from the railing and stumbling back into the room after I placed her next to Nena before turning around and locking the door. Poor girl was already asleep when I turned back around.
What could I expect though after everything that's been going on. Quickly checking my phone for the time to see 02:45. I finally lay down next to them and let the alcohol in my system drag me into Morpheus's arms.
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Faster II pt. 1
Jungkook x reader
genre: smut. Period.
word count: 9.8
I just wanted to get this out of my head.
You forgot him, but Jeon didn’t forget you.
His large, bony fingers hit the already stinging, red spot on your stomach, your loud moans the only sounds leaving the room in that strange house, surrounded by drunken people, sex, drugs and other kinds of things you couldn't count and dared to talk about. You were no exception as you lay on your back, your legs spread wide for the guy hovering hungry over your naked body, your mind a mess, drunk from the different alcohols mixing in your bloodstream. The beautiful, feral growling stranger you had hooked up with tilted his head, his dark hair falling over his eyes while he shot you a smug smirk, his hands tugging at the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head, revealing a toned stomach, abs lining his soft skin. He was the most attractive guy you had ever met and the pleasure to hook up with, one small problem that you didn't quite get what you were doing and who he was.
“Beg for me, my sweet baby”, his deep voice was suddenly close to your ear, his pretty mouth pressed against it. Shuddering you started to moan again, his warm fingers tapping on the aching place in the middle of your stomach where he hit you several times, because you were awfully slow to get undressed being tipsy as you were. He seemed not to be the patient type wherefore his digits dug deep into your lower stomach leaving you panting in pain and arousal. “I said beg.”
It took all your concentration to slur out the words he wanted to hear. “Fuck me already.”
Satisfied his fingers wandered down between your legs again, cupping your sex with his warm hand, his lips on your ear purring a praise which you didn't even hear, or understood as his bony index finger found its way over your wet slid. Hissing he held up his hand to show you the faintly glistering juices coating his skin.
“I barely touched you, kissed you and you're that turned on? Is it the hitting?”, he demonstrated what he meant as his other hand smacked your skin under your chest, the feeling of being dominated by..what was his name again..felt too good to stay still. “Just as I thought, acting like the innocent girl every guy's head turns around and wanna taste once, but you're not the sweet angel you claim to be, are you? Or why are you spreading your legs like the little slut I knew you were?”
His low voice sent shivers down your spine, your mouth dried up as he kissed a path over your jawline up to your ear again where his teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your earlobe, his hand buried between your legs again. A long, heavy stroke made you squirm, his fingers gliding into you without a second warning, curling the moment he touched your slick walls. The worst of it all was that his lips parted to take in your earlobe, nibbling softly on it, a completely opposing action from his merciless hand moving over your clit. Mewling something like his name – or whatever it was - you threw your head on the sheets below you, gripping them whereas the handsome dark angel above you bit down your lobe violently..the pictures in the dimly lit room gradually blurring..
“Fuck-”, that one word was everything you were able to let out before a warm feeling spread out inside your lap, his digits rubbing over your twitching bundle of nerves and a white curtain falling over your eyes, letting you forget what you experienced that night..at least that was what you thought..
What a fucking boring party, Jungkook thought as his friend flirted heavily with the only two fuckable chicks the party had to offer, one in Hoseok's arm, the other on his lap, the drink in his hand tasting bad hence he let it roll in his glass without taking a second sip. His eyes darted through the room the hundredth time that night, watching some semi hot girls dance, some drinking and some making out with even lamer guys on the few free spots while he wasn't drawn by any of the female guests entering that shitty house party he was invited to by his friend, Hoseok, with the words don't worry, dude, there are premium chicks, the best asses in the city. The only nice girls already taken or busy sucking on other guys dicks in the furthest corner of the living room where he really wanted to be right now. Jimin, the guy who lived here too, was out this weekend, and his best friend. So, no wonder the party was that lame with his friend missing in it.
“Why are you that stiff tonight? Relax, dude, the right one will come eventually, just wait and enjoy”, Hoseok patted Jungkook's shoulder with his signature bright smile, winking at him as to why he rolled his eyes with a faint grin.
“As if I wait for the right one. I just wanna fuck, that's all”, he shouted over the loud music, one of the two girls in Hoseok's arms turning her head. She wasn't that bad, but something was missing as she threw her long, blonde hair over her bare shoulder, her eyes checking him out bluntly, licking her red painted lips. Boring, too easy to get, not even a challenge. As if girls were a challenge anymore. Cocking his brows up he let out a deep unamused chuckle. “Not interested.”
With those words he ran his hand through his black hair, averting his dark orbs to roam the room again. His legs were spread wide, taking most of the space on the couch as the blonde chick hopped off of Hoseok's lap to casually put her ass on one of his jeans covered thighs, her arms wrapped around his shoulders.
“You can have her for a bit fun, but don't do her too hard, she needs to work a lot after she's done with you”, his friend wiggled his brows in his direction, nodding at the girl with flirty eyes, his words dirty even for him.
“I don't share and you know that”, Jungkook's lips formed a thin line as he untangled the girls hands behind his head, gesturing her to get back to her previous place on Hoseok's lap, not his.
“But I can't leave you all alone”, the blonde pouted whereas she shot him a sad glance, her eyes dangerously close down his upper body. “And you're hot, so why not?”
Jungkook sighed, starting to get annoyed by her words and presence, her hand laying on his thigh, massaging it. Smacking her fingers away he slid away from Hoseok and his two booty calls for the night, getting a disbelieving stare out of his friend's shocked eyes. He couldn't believe that the Jeon Jungkook rejected such an offer from one damn fine chick. But his friend didn't care, his eyes signalling him to shut up and leave him be, the week already shitty enough after he had to move in with Hoseok to live closer to the university he would visit from three weeks on. That was the reason he had agreed – despite the unfulfilled promise – to free his head from the stress caused by work, college, moving out and in.
“Well, Jungkook, I leave for a while”, Hoseok nudged his side with a cocky smile shooting in the waiting girls direction. “Don't wait for me.”
“As if I'd do that”, Jungkook chuckled waving his friend shortly before he stood up to leave the disaster of a 'party', enough of the loud music, the gross drinks and ugly women to call one of his back up chicks to spent the night with. Dialling a number of a girl who's name he already had forgotten and saved as '#2' he squeezed his tall body through a group of drunk girls, their laughter shrill in his ears. Almost out he pressed the button to call #2, bumping into two girls staggering past him, his phone falling to the ground with a silent 'thud' that couldn't be heard over the masses and music.
“Fuck, why don't you-”
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you”, one of the girls crouched down, her hair falling over her face, her legs having difficulties to hold up her weight as her trembling hand fished for his phone in front of his black boots. He waited impatiently for her to stand up again, his phone in her hand. She wore nothing more than a black, shoulder free dress, her heart shaped neckline covering her upper curves perfectly, not too much, but the right amount to drive a guy nuts. Her pumps were way too high to stand in, not to talk about walking, in her state. There was only one thought as he looked into her face. Beautiful.
“I really am sorry. But no scratches or anything else. Here”, she held out his phone for him to take it, but instead of grabbing it and leaving he straightened himself, adjusting his leather jacket over his broad shoulders. A smug smirk played around his lips as he saw her shifting nervously under his stare. “Uhm..”
Jungkook licked his lips, a move that signalled everyone he had found what he was looking for that night. A beautiful girl, seeming drunk and maybe even willing to spend the night with him, playing to his conditions. “Jungkook. And you?” He didn't wait for another invitation as he closed his large hand over his preys in an attempt to take his phone back, but instead caressed her soft skin with his thumb.
He saw the girl blushing the moment his skin met hers, her eyes darting down his body before she nodded slightly. “Y/n.”
Y/n. What a pretty name to call while fucking her, the dark haired guy thought, his grin deepening. “You seem pretty drunk for a shitty party like that”, he started the conversation in the middle of the hallway, his back turned to the door while your friend impatiently shifted herself on her feet, gesturing down the hall where she disappeared without your notice.
Your hand was warm, slightly sweaty while shaking his off with a shy smile. “Not as drunk as I want to be”, you laughed nervously, your glassy pupils darting between his lips down his body and back up before your thumb pointed over your shoulder. “To change that I'll go and get a drink. See you, Jungkook.”
He never thought of the possibility to be shown the cold shoulder from the one girl that finally sparked his interest hence he hastily kept up with your unsteady steps, back inside the living room he escaped from. You were clearly smaller than him despite your high heels, your delicate frame shifting into his path, his hands shooting up to steady your walk.
“Slow down there”, he chuckled as you looked at him out of confused eyes to find him holding you with his large hands.
“Ah, sorry”, was all you responded, your hand brushing off his own from your bare shoulders in a clumsy way. “I thought you were rushing outside.”
“Something changed my mind”, his lips pursed into a smug grin. Jungkook shoved his fists in his jeans pockets, still alert if you needed help. “But where are you heading that fast? And with those shoes?” Laughing he nodded downwards your eyes following him ere you shrugged your shoulders.
“It seems as if my friend left me a minute ago and I can't stand being alone on a party I don't know anyone”, your voice was laced with annoyance as you searched over the drunken people hanging out around to find your friend. Sneaky as Jungkook was he didn't tell you that your friend was already sitting outside in the garden with two guys, a drink in her hand and seductive smile playing on her pink painted mouth. Well, she wouldn't come back anytime soon, just like Hoseok left him. There was only one solution to that case: You had to stay with him. And if you didn't want to, then he made you want to.
“You're not alone”, he wiggled his dark eyebrows with a lopsided smirk your way, your head held up to giggle, a sound almost inaudible for him, but he saw how your lips parted slightly.
You stopped after you hid your snicker behind a cough. “I am. So..if you excuse me..”
Jungkook's long legs came to a halt as well, his eyes once with shock now gradually seeing red, a fire lit behind them that threatened to burn him down as it reached his cock. You wanted to play the good girl who wouldn't consider him as a man who wanted to fuck? Wrong league, sweet baby, he thought, a low growl vibrating in his chest. You had turned away from him, your back exposed by the tight dress, skin looking utterly soft he nearly touched as he stepped forward to lean down. His hand brushed your hair over your shoulders to get better access to your ear.
“Am I not existing or why do you assume to be alone?”
Jungkook's brown orbs witnessed the light hair on your body to stand up, goosebumps forming on your cleavage, arms and neck while he intentionally breathed out a warm gust of air on your neck. Now you couldn't deny his presence or ignore his innocent tries to keep you company. Innocent? Did this word even exist in his vocabulary?
He expected you to melt in between his fingers thanks to his breathy voice and the sweet cologne on his skin, but what he never guessed was you turning around with flushed cheeks and a piercing glare that told him to keep his hands by himself, not hopping onto the flirt train.
“Okay, listen, Jungkook”, you emphasized his name, clicking your tongue with nervous eyes. “I'm here to forget about a fucking miserable week, getting drunk and having fun with my best friend. I don't have time for a fuckboy who wants to lure me in his bed and leave the next morning without hearing from him the days after. And you”, you pressed your index finger on his chest, a sign how much booze you had gulped down that evening, to tap on it with every new word leaving your red lips, “look like the biggest player around. Not to mention the many contacts saved as 'bunny', 'plus one', '#2' or 'booty call'.”
His jaw dropped.
“I don't want to be the next dumb bitch you can save under such a ridiculous nickname.”
Jungkook had to blink several times until he found himself alone, dumbfounded by a tiny human who was clearly too drunk to reject him like this. Every fucking female on this party had thrown eyes on him, but you had the courage to refuse his offer to keep you simple company – up to this point you didn't know his true intentions..at least they were unspoken. Out of the corner of his eyes he witnessed you staggering towards the self-made bar, getting a drink immediately from the cheesy guy checking you out a thousand times harder than he had himself. Crossing his strong arms in front of his chest he observed the situation, your reaction surprising him badly. You turned your head to the stranger, your hair brushed over your shoulder with a playful smile lingering on your face. The guy lay his hand on your upper arm, his grin making Jungkook sick to the stomach as to why he let his head roll once, walking your way with an idea. If he couldn't have you no one would, at least not tonight.
“You got a drink already, y/n? Thanks dude, but you can fuck off now, she's mine”, Jungkook leaned down to brush his lips over your burning cheek, his arm wrapped over your shoulder to demonstrate the guy you were taken. Which you weren't, not by him though.
Your eyes widened in shock realising what Jungkook had done. Opening your mouth the guy turned on his heel, his shoulders shrugging, but you were the one freezing under his touch, a smug grin plastered on Jungkook's pink lips.
“Are you crazy?”, you exploded right then, shoving off his arm with fire lighting your shining pupils. “Why are you doing that?”
“You deserve better than that”, a knowing smile turned his edges up. He knew pretty well who was the best catch for the night.
“I don't get why you're still here. I told you that I don't want to be put down with a shitty name and I really don't want to spend the night.” Turning around you tried to escape from him, but he wouldn't let you.
“Just a drink?”, he tilted his dark thatch your way, the expression on your face telling him you crumbled under his warm hand. Slowly. Maybe it was to satisfy him, but you did agree, be it the one reason or another although he saw the restraint in your eyes.
Sighing defeated you nodded, walking towards a free spot on the stairs with your drink. Jungkook didn't even care that he had none as he let his toned body fall next to yours, his thigh brushing your bare one. He waited a few seconds if you would talk, but you went silent the moment you sipped on your drink, not giving him a single glance.
Clearing his throat he shifted to the side, his elbow stroking your sensitive body and he could tell that you were clearly nervous. “Tell me about your shitty week, y/n. I can listen if you want..”
“Really? That's what you expected as you tried to hit on me? Listening to my problems?”, you scoffed and then snickered not believing one of his words one bit, your drink now halfway down your throat. The booze seemed to take its toll on you as your mood changed drastically back and forth. “Come on as if you just want to talk.”
Scrunching his nose he was forced to come closer as a couple of people staggered down the stairs, almost crushing his hand. Having an extremely sensitive nose had its perks at some points, just like now as his nostrils were met by a flowery, sweet scent mixed within the bitterness of the alcohol in your cup. Jungkook couldn't help himself, leaning into you, his nose touching your hair. It didn't go unnoticed as your head fell back, your eyes locking with his dark ones, your cheeks tinged a shade darker. His orbs wandered over your gentle face, your eyes milky sparkling from the booze in your body, your small nose covered in faint, light freckles to your red, parted mouth that urged him to think about your lips wrapped around his cock. Ere he knew what he was doing Jungkook pulled you by your shoulders, turning you around to get access to your pretty face, his lips crashing on yours out of the blue. Taking you by surprise he cupped your face with his big hands enjoying the time you didn't push him away, but you did eventually.
Your lips parted too fast for his liking, your lipstick smeared on his pink mouth tasting just as you smelled; like jasmine, painfully sweet within your bitter breath. The young man watched you turning utterly red, your drink drowning while standing up as if you burned yourself.
“I need another drink.”
With those words you disappeared between the rest of the guests, his view following your unsteady steps, seeing how you took a bottle of cheap liquor, gulping one half down ere you turned on your heel to stagger back to where Jungkook still sat, his head tilted.
“Want a sip?”, you offered the bottle, but he denied, waving his large hand a 'no'.
“You should take it slow”, the raven haired man shook his head with a chuckle. “Or are you nervous?”
Instead of responding to his question you nearly fell on his lap before you slid to your previous spot beside him. “I'm not. Never”, you sounded more drunk than before, your voice slurring the words leaving your lips. “But I really want to kiss you again..damn boy go away I don't have time for that..” You didn't even end your sentence before Jungkook took your words as a 'yes' and pressed his wet mouth on yours again, this time for longer, moving on your delicious lips. His fingers danced their way over your back to you neck to pull you completely into the kiss. He wouldn't waste another useless second with bickering, showing you what he wanted with his tongue grazing your lower lip, asking to let him in which you did. He was slightly surprised by the way how you played with his tongue magically turning him on so bad that his pants felt too tight around his member. That was the reason his free hand palmed himself, the other leaving your neck to feel the curves down your body until he found himself on your ass.
“You're too hasty”, you mumbled through the constant clashing of teeth and the irresistible touch of your lips pressed against his.
But Jungkook didn't care what you said as he stood up, pulling you with him. “Either you come with me or leave. Decide now, y/n, or I decide for you.”
The tall man knew your answer, but waited for five seconds until you gave him the one he expected. You stepped closer, your fingers dancing on his clothed dick, squeezing it once before you lasciviously swung your hips up the stairs – at least you tried, your legs wobbling like crazy. Jungkook held you by your waist, caressing your ass and opened the first fuckable room the floor had to offer to push you inside. Your legs met the bed, your body falling straight down the mattress as he hovered over you with his strong arms crossed in front of his chest. What a clumsy girl. Jungkook couldn't repress a deep chuckle as he watched you propping yourself on your elbows with a shy smirk.
“Wanna stare at me or fuck? I changed my mind you lucky boy, so better start now”, your voice let out the words kind of slurry, your eyes wavering down his body, your tongue licking a wet path over your lips. “I'm already wet just by looking at you, boy.”
Jungkook had the nastiest grin on his face, a lopsided deep one with his dark eyes craving for your body as you casually spread your legs in that damn short dress, revealing – to his surprise – light blue underwear. He almost laughed out loud as the sight of your cute undies. A foul mouth with those panties?
“Strip”, was all he said, his head tilted, the black bangs of his nearly covering his eyes.
The tall guy witnessed you biting your bottom lip, the move turning him on thanks to your way too pretty face. And to his member's relieve you did as told, slowly getting off of the bed to peal yourself way too slow out of your tight dress throwing it to the ground revealing flawless, beautiful skin under those way too innocent underwear.
Jungkook's face was glowing as you even got rid off the panties and bra, sitting back down with an inviting gesture. He didn't need to be told twice, his strong arms holding him up as he hovered dangerously over your naked body, his lips attached to your warm skin underneath your breasts.
“Ngh.”
The faint, aroused sound falling from your lips made Jungkook smirk, his teeth grazing your skin ere he bit down violently, leaving a red mark. “You better learn to talk, kitten. What do you want?” His fingers traced over your stomach, grabbing your delicate flesh with a growl. The jeans started to hurt.
“Touch me”, your tipsy voice told him, slurring the words but your hands pushed his own down towards your heat where he circled his thumb over your pussy lips.
“Here?”
A frantic nod was your response while Jungkook's hand disappeared between your hot legs, his mouth coming down to meet yours. Your tongue in his mouth, your juices on his fingers and his cock rubbing hardly against his pants drove him nuts whereas he separated from your tasty lips to scan your body again. Nice, solid and female. Curves and soft skin. Perfection.
The guy's mouth watered at your sight, his jeans unbuttoned with one hand, the other pleasuring you with as much time as he wanted, your mewls getting louder by the second.
“And here I thought you're a difficult target”, his pink lips brushed over yours. “So easy..”
You weren't able to talk as his tongue pushed through your teeth, his fingers holding momentum to hit the spot he previously had marked. Again. And again until your warm skin was burning from his palm. Your moans were deafening in his ears, a mixture of hisses and high pitched cries whenever his digits left another beaming spot. And it was then that he had enough of teasing you, his growl loud enough for you to look up, his bangs falling over his eyes. In one swift go he reached for his shirt, throwing it next to your dress ere he smirked at you smugly, as if he owned the world. Or you.
Leaning down, Jungkook's face was close to your own, his dark pupils drawing the lines of your flushed face. “Beg for me, my sweet baby..”
The sex was mind blowing as Jungkook fell off of you beside your panting, sweating, small frame. His own breaths were laboured after he had pounded into you for eternity, making you squirm with tears in the corners of your eyes and a pleasure contoured face. His muscled arm held him up as he turned to the side to watch you stare at the ceiling with your hair a huge mess and your body twitching. Did he go too hard? Were you okay with all of the alcohol in your body and the exhausting action right now? It wasn't him in the first place, but he had to ask.
“Are you okay, y/n?”, he asked quite worried, his bony fingers reaching out to brush loose strands of hair out of your face to get a better view of you.
“I'm fucking exhausted..b-because it was the best f-fucking sex I ever had”, your light eyes lingered on him, wandering down his toned, athletic body and back up, a sparkle in them.
Jungkook's heart stopped, his lips being chewed on as he sat up to grab the blanket, throwing it on your shivering body. “I'll get your friend. Wait here.”
He felt your hand on his arm as he stood up, your voice faintly without actually hearing a thing, but he didn't really care after he got what he wanted. Sex. Nothing more. The aftermath of your and his highs drifting away with every passing second, his clothes already at their places. But he couldn't help himself as he opened the door of the stranger's bedroom, looking back to see you rolling into a small ball, your body not necessarily covered by the blanket, but what happened now after you two had your fun was none of his business. The handsome would get your friend and leave this shit of a party..
It was like the scene out of a horror movie after you woke up with a major hangover the day of your random hookup after you got dumbed by your crush that night. But that was three weeks ago and the sight you had woken up to still gave you chills.
You lay naked and clearly still drunk in a stranger's bed, your best friend next to you with a guy you had never seen – Nicole had reassured you that she and her lover didn't do you that night, a stranger did, so she said. He was damn freaking hella hot, so her words as you asked her, your mind like a black hole. You remembered like..nothing really. But that wasn't all that morning as you crawled out of the bed, your limbs feeling as if they'd fall off any second, your headache a ticking bomb ready to explode while you collected your dress and escaped out of the room. But it seemed as if you weren't the only three people in there. Of course, out of thousands of people visiting your university, the guy you had confessed to last night lay on the ground with two, yes two, girls in his arms. Naked.
It got worse as you got home, the electricity not working, so a hot shower or bath was cancelled that day. Fucking cheap apartment. To top the shit you did Nicole called you, asking if you wanted to get to Hoseok's, the boy you had confessed to, he invited her over that day. And it didn't even surprise you as she told you the next day that he fucked her.
No, don't get it wrong, you told her yesterday that it was over after he had rejected you, but you still felt a tinge in your heart at her words. And by god you swore to never drown your problems in drinks again, your head hurting even now as you thought about the shit you did and she did, and he did that night. Even the guy you had slept with you totally forgot as Nicole rushed up to her seat in the room you sat in, waiting to get another boring lecture of the lamest professors the university had to offer. Her caramel colored eyes sparkled as she fell into her seat, her grin showing you how excited she was, again.
“Girl.”
The professor made his appearance, his thick glasses falling from his nose. But they got caught by a stranger you had never seen walking the halls of your uni. He was followed by no one other than Park Jimin, crush of every female student and teacher, a charming sunshine and head boy of the university. His blonde hair was brushed out of his face as he waved towards you, one of his best friends.
“..are you even listening to me?”, Nicole slapped your arm. “I told you something very important, y/n. You...”
“Hey, y/n. Nicole”, Jimin walked up to your seats, his face glowing as he greeted you, his hands playing with your desk's edge. You almost laughed out loud at the way his voice changed from cheerful to gloomy while greeting you and your best friend, his eyes never daring to look at the girl beside you although she practically sat on your lap by now. “I wanted to introduce our new student and my best friend. He's-”
Jimin looked over his shoulder, but it seemed that the unfamiliar looking guy with the black thatch still talked to your professor, his back turned your way.
“Well, he seems to be distracted. I introduce you after class though”, the blonde sunshine winked at you which made you snicker whereas he slandered down the stairs to the teacher's desk where he wrapped his arm over the new guy's shoulders who was significantly broader than your friend. And taller. But you didn't care, your almost sister poking your upper arm with her pen.
“The hell, Nici! Stop that”, you bluffed at her with your eyebrows furrowed. “You piss me off.”
With that you buried your face in your textbook, your phone in your hands to scroll through your social media feed.
Nicole was persistent. “But girl, listen to-”
“Class is starting. Everyone to their seats”, the professor announced, his big tummy rubbing. “So, uhm..we have a new student in this private class. His name is..”
“Jeon Jungkook. Nice to meet you”, a low, polite voice filled the room and it was the first time you looked up. Jeon Jungkook was hot. You had to admit that he stole every girl's stares, but in comparison to his friendly, seemingly nice voice did he look like a total fucker. Ripped jeans, a light beige and brown striped buttoned shirt and a red jacket to black boots and raven hair. His skin was flawless and his dark eyes meeting yours for a split second. Well, that was your first expression of the new guy as he casually walked passed the first rows to get to an empty seat next to Jimin's. The shining boy already awaited his friend, a bright smile on his face as he looked to the side, his profile showing.
With a shrug of your shoulders you tried to follow the words of the prof down the rows, but you couldn't concentrate on the lame lecture, your attention on the small book you had brought with you for the free time you had this afternoon before the next class. It was an interesting story and after a short while the bell signalled the ending of the class and you packed your things to finally get out of the dusty hell. Nicole followed right behind you and behind her Jimin and the new boy.
“Y/n, for fuck's sake”, Nicole hissed in your ear, her hand enclosed on your arm. “Listen to me once, okay?”
Rolling your eyes – yes, you were kind of angry, but wouldn't show it to her directly though – you stopped, Jimin almost running into you, his hands holding your shoulders.
“Dangerous, little girl”, he mocked you with a smile, walking past you. “See you after the break.”
“Sure thing. Wanna learn together this weekend?”, you shouted back, but he was gone with his friend faster than you imagined. “Guess, that's a no”, you mumbled.
“Fuck”, Nici next to you made wide eyes as she looked at her watch. “I have no more than twenty minutes to get to my part time job!”, she threw you a glance and one back the corridor. “You better shut yourself in the library you book worm. I'll find you in two hours!”
Kissing your cheek she was gone as well. What an energetic bitch, you thought. Nicole was faster than the wind if she had to go to 'work'. Getting money for some naked cleaning, but at least she earned some more than you with your job as a waitress on the weekend and a small amount your parents sent to you regularly.
Sighing you walked to the library you got used to love through the two semester you already studied far away from home. It was like a shelter you spent most of your free time in hence you sneakily brought some snacks and greeted the librarian with a short wave. She already knew you too well. Your usual spot by the huge windows where the sunset was the prettiest and the view on the campus pretty nice was free, as always. Not too many students got lost in here if they had two hours free time as to why you threw your bag on one of the four padded chairs and your jacket over the rest. Time went by too fast as you day dreamed the pictures you sucked in while leaning back against your chair with wide eyes, the story getting to you as a shadow took away the autumn's sun that shone delicately through the glassy windows. Annoyed who dared to disturb you, you looked up. The new guy stood in front of you, his arms folded on the other's chair's rest, a faint smile painting his lips.
“I thought you'd never see me if I didn't take away your light”, his deep melodic voice let out a chuckle. His black bangs fell into his forehead as he shifted his head, studying your face as you only cocked up an eyebrow. “I'm Jungkook by the way.”
“I know who you are”, you simply said with a nod, your attention getting back to the lines of the booklet in your hands. You had enough of fuckboys after you had a crush on Hoseok who better hooked up then getting to know you. Yes, your pride was hurt and after the one night stand with that stranger you swore to distance yourself from those type of guys. And the way Jeon Jungkook moved and grinned you just knew what kind of guy he was. Fuckboy.
Ignoring him didn't work because the tall guy made the chair screech over the floor, turning it around so he could rest his arms on the rest while his legs were spread. You'd lie if you'd say you didn't take a quick glance down his crotch. But that was all.
“And you are?”, Jungkook whipped back and forth, the chair making annoying noises clack clack clack whenever it landed back on the ground. Sighing loudly you closed your book, having enough of it.
“Ignoring you. Can't you see I'm reading? Ever heard something like personal space?”, you asked, shifting your head the way he did. “Go back to Jimin and let me read in peace.”
“Not happening”, he answered with a superior smile at your expressions falling from your face. “As I'm the new guy, don't you think you should take responsibility and show me around a bit?”
Scrunching your brows you shook you head. “Boy, you're too persistent. If you want a guide over the campus go and ask your friend.”
In the corner of your eyes you saw that Jimin searched a book in a nearby alley.
“See, there he is-”
“Y/n, right? You better remember my face from now on”, the tall young man interrupted you and chuckled evilly before he stood up to turn the chair, sitting back down with his bag thrown on the table. “You mind me learning a bit? I have to catch up on the stuff you already went through while I wait for Jimin.”
“Do as you like”, you shrugged your shoulders while responding, not caring if he was across from you as long as he closed his mouth. You didn't understand his appearance right now anyway. But guys could be strange, that was for sure.
Jeon Jungkook was silent, but you still couldn't concentrate back on your book as he took off his red jeans jacket, showing off his perfectly fit shirt, rolling it up ere he took out round, big glasses, putting them on while fishing for his utensils. He gnawed on one of his pens with his white row of teeth over the smaller upper lip of his – that's what you witnessed over the small distance at least.
“What?”
Perplexed you looked up into his eyes which bored into yours under his long, black eyelashes, his head still tilted over his book and paper. They were almost black, his pupils, but in no time averted from yours to get back to learning.
“N-nothing”, you mumbled, furrowing your brows. Something wouldn't let you go. There was something odd about him, like you knew him. Maybe he was a regular at the bar you worked at on the weekends? Might be. “Do we know each other?”, you blurted out all of the sudden, your book shut again. “No offense, but I think I saw you some time. Are you a customer at 'Max's saloon'?”
The really attractive young man arched his brows up as he leaned back against the rest of the chair, his arms crossed over his chest. “Max's what? Never heard of that.”
“I'm sorry then”, you bit your inner cheek for asking him in the first place. “You can forget that I asked you”, you said while stroking your hair back.
Jungkook grinned lopsided, his dark eyes laced with amusement. “It's fine. You seem familiar too, to be honest. I just can't decide where from, huh.” A deep chuckle followed.
“I finally got what I was looking for!”, Jimin's soft voice reached your ears from behind you before you saw him. “Oh, hey, y/n. I'm sorry for not introducing you two earlier. That's Jungkook, but you might already know”, he smiled at you.
“Yeah”, you said with a grin his way. “So how about learning this weekend. As the class's genius you have to help me out.”
Jungkook as well as Jimin exchanged glances and you saw your friend's apologising emotion. “We planned to throw a welcoming party for Jungkook. You are invited as well, you know, right?”
Groaning your head fell back. “Are you for real, Jimin? You know I cancelled all parties the next months and I need your genius brain for some problems.”
“We could help you the day after the party though, right Kookie? He'll knock you off of your feet.”
The other guy who seemed to listen to your conversation nodded. “But why aren't you coming, y/n?” Okay, the last comment was ignored.
Ere you could answer your blonde sunshine did. “She was so drunk she fucked a random guy at the last party my mate threw and now she wants..ouch.”
You hit him. Hard. “Oh stop it, will you?”
Both guys snickered as your cheeks got pink.
“Acting reserved and cold while you're actually such a girl, huh?”, Jungkook teased you, his glasses now laying on the table in front of him. “What a moody kitten.”
Your stomach turned at the word kitten, a strange feeling evolving inside you. It sounded too strange falling from the young man's pink lips that you felt a shudder running down your spine.
“I'm in then, but shut up about that incident. I'm glad I can't remember a thing!”, you stood up. “Now excuse me, I have to go.”
Rushing out you felt how your cheeks burned at the words of your friend in front of the handsome guy who started to get on your nerves although you just met him.
Usually loud music had a calming impact on you, but as you sat there with your half emptied drink you sipped on for hours afraid to get drunk you felt tensed. Sitting there with Nici smashing some guy upstairs while being in the same house you made a mistake in the last time you visited. Another worry was meeting Hoseok in here. You really wanted to avoid him further although you knew he wouldn't treat you any different than usual. With alerting eyes you scanned the room again, locking with Jimin's ones, his bright smile magically turning your edges up, too. You gestured for him to join you, but right as you tapped on the free spot beside you, you saw someone else appearing behind him. Jungkook. Your hand stopped midway, hastily back in your lap.
His oculars darted your way and you just had to respond with a stare as well. Black jeans, black boots, a grey shirt with a simple phrase and more jewellery than you had thought he would wear on his wrist and ears. It seemed like a habit of his to tilt his head and shoot you a lopsided grin over the many people crowding the living room. A slight nod from yours and you got off of your seat to fill your cup. Yes, you didn't want to, but you felt like it right now.
Just as you guessed you got company the moment you dropped the liqiour back on the self made bar.
“Where's your friend, Nicole, right? She left you alone again?”, Jungkook's voice was as low as always as he leaned on the bar.
“Again?”, you cocked your brows up. “But yeah, she's with some guy. I'm all alone.”
“You aren't”, he chuckled. What was so funny? He always seemed to find amusement in your conversations. “I'm here, so wanna drink on my welcoming party?”
Even if you wanted you couldn't deny that you enjoyed his presence a tiny bit, your glass clinking with his. “On your welcoming party then.”
His smile got cheekier as you gulped down the burning fluids. With a sudden shiver you threw the red cup in the bin behind the counter. One was enough.
The handsome leaned in to you, his voice droning out the loud music around you. “We should talk about something, y/n.”
Confusion washed over you at his low words that held a lot more meaning than you imagined. “About what?”
The guy smugly smirked at you, leaning even closer with his pretty face, his brown eyes reflecting the changing lights behind your back. “How about you say my name once.”
A little grin spread out on your lips. What was with him? Did the guy drink too much? Why would you say his name? But you did anyway, playing his games. “Jungkook.”
“How does it feel?”
“Your name?” Either you were dumb or he, but you really didn't get the point in this.
A nod and his bangs bounced up.
“You're a weird one, Jeon”, you decided to go with his last name instead, teasing him as he started it with you.
The same smug smirk curved his pink lips as he leaned closer to you, a new thing catching your eye. “Oh, what a cute mole!”, your voice was higher than you wanted, but it slipped out anyway.
Taken aback the tall guy laughed quietly, his hand scratching his neck. “How about we talk somewhere more private? We have a lot to catch up to.”
“I don't really get what you mean, but sure. Ten minutes should be enough to get you off of me, Jeon”, you grinned cheekily ere you spun around to go through the people filled room towards the terrace where no one really stayed as it was kinda cold that night. “Shit, it's too cold”, you expected it to be chilly, but the air was more frosty than you thought, trying to push through Jungkook and the door, but his hand held you up.
His stare told you to better stay outside and his deep voice confirmed your assumptions. “Look at me, y/n. No idea where you've seen me?”
Swallowing down a bad feeling you shook your head without looking up, his fingers a solid grip around your upper arm, the atmosphere turning one-eighty. Even if you'd know him, you wouldn't tell him from where because the answer and realisation would hit you way too hard. That's why you closed the huge doors in your head to your lost memories.
“Try again”, he said while leaning down, his eyes forcing yours to look into his almost black ones. “I fucked you, y/n. A whole damn night and you tell you can't remember? Please.”
The black hole that was most certainly the night you couldn't remember spit out pictures, but before you could catch one they were gone.
“What?!”, you backed away, smacking his hand off of your skin. “As if, boy, you dream too much.”
Squeezing yourself into the living room again you where stopped a second time, Jeon turning you to face him.
“You can't deny it, y/n. I see it in your face. You remember me, don't you? How I got to see and touch every inch of your naked body”, he leaned closer, your breath hitching already. “Still don't believe me?”
It wasn't more than a simple nod from you, still denying. But what you didn't expect was his hand laying flat on your upper stomach, his fingertips scratching over something you had desperately tried to forget even more. Marks. Red, swollen, in the form of teeth from someone you didn't even know covered your skin underneath your tits. And Jeon Jungkook fucking knew that fact. Without looking back you shifted to the side to rush towards the house's front door hearing a chuckle right behind you. To have slept with him wouldn't get in your brain. Never. He lied.
“You can run, y/n, but I'm faster.”
Out of the house the cold air hit your burning cheeks. The more you tried to deny the fact that he was the hot stranger you hooked up with the more you blushed and felt as if your head spun. Jungkook was a flirty guy the whole week, always near the niche you sat in in the library, learning with Jimin while you caught him sneaking glances your way that spoke a thousand words. And now the cat was out of the bag. You could curse yourself for first not remembering a fucking thing and second to hook up with a stranger in the first place. At least he was no random fuck anymore as he visited the same university and was Jimin's friend, but you felt ashamed thinking about Jungkook right now. He knew it and didn't say a single word to you although he had to notice you didn't remember him or the sex in general. That offended you while you wrapped your light jeans jacket tighter against the cold air, your mind a mess. It was time to go home. Fast.
Right as you circled the house to get to the main road that lead to a cab service you heard Nicole.
Your blood froze at the shrill cry she let out behind Jimin's home and you ran faster than the devil to get to wherever she was.
“Let go of..me”, she cried out again as the guy you had seen her leave with pressed her against the fence, his two friends by his side to hold Nicole up.
“I told you not to play fucking games with me, bitch!”, the guy raged, his face cast in shadows. “At first you toyed with my brother's heart, fucked me afterwards and even sent him a fucking picture?”, the last words were shouted loudly and you asked yourself why no one else had heard them but you.
Looking frantically around you to call other people to help you you faced nothing but an empty street and the loud music that droned out of the house. Fuck it. Just as the guy dared to lift his hand you shouted at him to let her go.
“You better stop it or I beat your flat asses, you retards!” Storming towards them you threw your entire weight on the stranger's body, knocking him to the ground in one go ere he could hurt your friend. Adrenalin flooded you whereas you hastily stood up again to avoid being caught between the other two who let go of Nici as they saw their leader or whoever on the ground with mud covering his clothes.
Gesturing to your friend who also got on her knees from fighting against the two boys helping up the other guy you got frustrated at the whole night. “Move your ass, girl. Now!”, you claimed her hand and tried to pull her up to get help from whoever you saw first you were knocked off of your feet, your head hitting the pavement below. It almost felt like the time you woke up from the hangover three weeks ago, but without the thin trickle flowing down your forehead.
“You thought, bitch”, the guy you had pushed back hovered over you, his dirty shoe on your rib. “Wanna help your slutty friend? You know what she did to us?”, he spat and you saw how dangerous he actually was as you saw his face. “I guess we have to teach you some manners. Both of you.”
He turned around to grin at his friends who nodded and you took the opportunity to shove his foot off of you, standing up in a haste and punching the guy in the face as he looked at what you were doing. The surprise effect hit him hard, your knuckles plopping open and you nearly cried out, but it was worth, your legs wobbling as you grabbed Nicole's wrist again to leave, but you were stopped by a menacing grip in your hair. Right as he pulled you back you heard the faint voice of the guy you really didn't want to see calling out to you.
“Y/n?”
“Here-”
Thrown to the ground your voice stuck in your throat, but it was enough for Jungkook to hear your scream, his silhouette contrasting to the changing lights of the party in his back. Nici landed next to you, her arms bruised but face and everything else still okay as far as you could see. In the corner of your eyes you saw the two muscle pigs jumping over the fence leaving their friend alone with the three of you as they saw that they got caught.
“Hands off or I rip your head off”, Jungkook growled, his tall body crossing paths with the guy who tried to get out of the way as he saw him approaching, too.
“She and her slut friend dared to play with us”, the leader mocked with a glance your way. “Next time we won't be so nice anymore, got tha-”
“Fuck off”, Jeon's deep voice filled the air around you, pushing the slightly shorter man back. “Lay a finger on them again and you're dead meat. Now fuck off or I'll call the fucking police!”
The bully shrugged his shoulders, but his steps were fast as he left the scene not without shooting your friend a threatening glance she didn't fathom.
“I called you for minutes, y/n! You can't run around here alone in the fucking dark! See?”, Jungkook helped Nici up as tears coated her round eyes. “Be grateful that I felt the urge to get you a cab at least..”, he stopped himself as Nicole began to cling onto him, his low vocals shaking from anger.
Sighing a breath of relief as the air you had sucked in previously slowly got out of your lungs you trembled while getting on your feet. Your head darted towards Jungkook's and Nicole's way. “Thank you.”
Nici didn't get out a word whereas just clinging onto his arm, but Jeon's brown orbs landed on you, worry lacing them.
“I'll bring you home.”
Instead of scolding you and Nicole further he silently walked back to the main street he came from, your friend holding tightly. Of course you would have to face his questions, but right now you just wanted to wash up and go to bed to forget everything around you. Especially the shit Nicole did. Again.
He had called Jimin to reassure him that he could handle the both of you before a cab took you to Nicole's apartment. You didn't say a word and neither did he while you two listened to your friend telling the whole story behind the attack. She had toyed with too many guys at once and it escalated somehow. That was all you were able to understand, your body trembling, your head hurting as you leaned it against the cold window of the cab. Closing your eyes to forget the pain you were happy as you finally brought your friend up to her apartment and waited for her to lock her door so nothing further might happen while you were gone to patch up the wound on your forehead that started to pulsate the longer you stood. Silence filled the corridor as Jungkook followed you back to the elevator of the huge apartment complex. But as the metal doors closed he spoke up, unusual softness lacing his voice.
“You live to dangerous. At first you fall asleep the moment we have had sex in a stranger's bed in a boys' house and now you ran through the night playing the heroine for your friend”, he scoffed, his eyes boring a hole in your head, but you still narrowed your gaze. “Call yourself lucky, you bookworm, the punch hit him hard. I never thought you're able to throw a fist at a guy”, a quiet snicker left his lips. “But I guess I have to look after you from now on, huh?”
Daring to shake your head you regretted it immediately as the headache you developed struck you. Holding yourself up at the cold rail of the elevator you felt a hand on your arm. “I'm a big girl, Jeon. I can fight my own war and hold me up. It's just a little scratch anyway.”
As you glanced to the side right in the face of the young man beside you, you saw confusion flashing over his pretty face. “Scratch?”
Nodding you brushed your hair behind your ear to show him the wound you got as your face hit the ground. Jungkook's reaction wasn't as you expected it to be, because the expression on his face told you that it was everything but a little scratch. And as his fingers and foremost his chocolate eyes inspected your injury from up close you held your breath, your cheeks a hue darker from the embarrassment that flooded you. He had fucked you. This thought alone was enough to push him away although he just wanted to help you.
“I-I can handle it when I get home”, you mumbled, turning to the side and praying for the first floor to come faster. “But thanks for worrying. From now on I guess we go separate ways. I really can't stand seeing my one night stand that I regret from the bottom of my heart standing so close, trying to touch my face. Sorry 'bout that.”
The bell rang, signalling the ground floor as to why you pushed through the slightly opened doors to rush a few blocks further to your home. You expected nothing less but Jungkook to call after you, but you didn't look over your shoulder or stop. Even if you didn't turn around you knew that Jungkook still watched you to make sure you were home safely. Major heat formed in your cold cheeks, your back leaning against your closed door as you got home and pushed your shoes from your sore feet.
As his bony fingers touched your face an unimaginable dirty picture lighted up in your head. And with that you were done, knowing exactly what will follow in the future.
Jeon Jungkook would ruin you.
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Pup Cups & Howling Karaoke
Summary: You catch Bucky and his service dog taking the day off and decide to butt in on their day.
Prompt(s): requested by the lovely @this-kitty-has-claws
1. “Tell anyone and I’ll murder you and sell your body parts for money.”
3. “How long have you been standing there?”
Warnings: swearing, that’s all. Just lots of floof
Word Count: 1901
When you heard the team heading off on the latest big operation, you were too exhausted to see them off. There was no way you were dragging your ass out to say hello or goodbye. You’d been out for nearly two months on an undercover op that had ended poorly and the only thing on your mind when you’d slipped home at 1:30 am that same morning had been sleep.
On the flight home you’d forced yourself to stay awake and write up your mission report and check the docket for the upcoming work. You couldn’t be more grateful for the week off, even if you were a little disappointed that the rest of the team was going to be gone for the first three days on assignment. You missed them. Undercover work was lonely work. It left you feeling grimy and worn. You missed Sam’s teasing wit; you missed Steve’s rich laugh, and Clint’s relentless pranks. You missed Tony’s clever jabs and Nat’s knowing smiles.
Most of all you missed Bucky. You missed the comfortable way that silence with him wrapped around you like a heavy comfortable blanket. You missed how he knew what you needed even if you didn’t ask, bringing you shitty cup-o-noodles in your room after a rough mission or a long day. You even missed how he and Sam bickered and taunted each other, Sam usurping the washer in the middle of Bucky’s laundry day, or Bucky dropping loads of Lua’s fur into the dryer after brushing her in retaliation.
Lua was Bucky’s service dog. She was an enormous husky shepherd mix with thick brown and black fur that Bucky regularly had to brush out in heaps. You’d seen her wake him from a relentless night terror, curled around his shoulder, her enormous fluffy head resting on his chest, just below his neck. She seemed able to sense when he became tense and would rest her head on his knee or haul herself into his lap. The pressure and the soft warmth always seemed to help ground him, pull him out of his head. He could focus on the feel of every little fiber of her fur or the steady rise and fall of her breathing. She would be a physical barrier against any unexpected touch from strangers, and he could re-center.
They worked well together. Bucky had made massive strides since getting her. Her presence allowed him the comfort and confidence to engage with the others more and a reason to force himself out into the world. But you could tell he was still tense at the compound. She was always working here unless he took her out to certain spaces or you’d hear her romping in his apartment area sometimes. He was still incredibly private about his time spent unguarded. Trust came slowly.
When you finally slipped out into the kitchen at midday, it was quite clear that Bucky had no idea you were back. Or that anyone was in the compound, for that matter. He lay on the floor of the living room, a half empty pizza box open on the coffee table, and Lua rolling around at his side chomping on a bright rubber chew toy whose squeaking masked your entrance into the room.
“Lulu, what should we watch, huh?” Bucky asked, one arm pinned under his dog, the other on the remote, paging through the channel guide. “What the hell is My Strange Addiction? Addicted to… eating bricks? What the fuck? How…” He shook his head and moved on. “What the hell has happened to TV since I’ve been gone, huh?”
You leaned on the wall that opened into the room, your teeth digging into your lip to bite back your giggle. Amusing as it was, you truly didn’t want to interrupt, and he seemed so relaxed.
“Alright. All 500 channels are shit, pal,” he sighed, scratching Lua’s ear. “Guess I’ll have to settle for your favorite.”
He flipped to one of the radio channels that nobody ever listens to and Lua immediately jumped up, howling in response to the high, pitchy voice of whatever pop singer of the day pierced through the speakers. Bucky reached blindly for a slice of pizza and took a huge bite.
“Tell me all about it, Lulu.” He had adopted a full blown baby talk voice, half laughing encouraging her howling along with the music. This time you couldn’t help laughing, it was all just too absurd, too unexpected. The Winter Soldier babbling in a high mewl to his service dog, Lua howling away maybe liking or maybe hating the music.
Bucky shot up, twisting to see you in the entryway as you nearly cried from laughter.
“How long have you been standing there?” he snapped, gulping down his mouthful of pizza.
“Long enough to know you like to karaoke with your dog,” you sputtered through your giggles. “This…” you could barely get the words out around your laughter, “Sam will love this.”
“You better not! Tell anyone and I’ll murder you and sell your body parts for money,” he growled, but the slight curve of his lips, the tiniest wrinkle at the corners of his eyes gave him away.
You only laughed, flopping over the back of the couch. “I thought you didn’t do that anymore.”
“I’ll make an exception.”
You jabbed his shoulder with your foot, giggling at his mock aggression. “That’s fine; I don’t have to tell him anything…”
Bucky glared at you suspiciously as your grin grew more and more nefarious until he heard his own voice playing back through your phone. The video you’d recorded replaying as Bucky cooed at his beloved service dog.
“Give me that!” He was on you in a second, launching from the floor over you on the couch and reaching for your phone.
You laughed, stretching your arm over your head, holding it out of his reach. He quickly grabbed behind your thigh, squeezing relentlessly until you squirmed, laughing beneath him. Your outstretched arm snapped to your chest, clutching the phone while trying to protect yourself from his tickling.
“Give me the phone,” he repeated, low and quiet, trying for intimidating, but failing miserably as the laughter found its way into his voice in the end, a breathy chuckle punctuating his plea. He burrowed his face against your shoulder and neck. “Please.”
“Fine, I’ll delete it if you take Lulu and me for ice cream,” you suggested, teasing for his little nickname. He pinched your ribs this time and you tried again to squirm away from him, but he was too damn heavy and too damn big. You were utterly pinned beneath his weight.
Eventually he groaned and rolled off of you, reaching for his wallet. “Lulu wants to stay here and play.” He tossed the chew toy across the room and Lua dashed after it. He smiled at the soft scattering of her claws on the polished cement floor as she skidded to a stop before scurrying back to him, tail high and happy.
“I think Lua will be more than happy when she gets there,” you grinned, swinging your keys around your finger.
As you pulled up to the familiar red roofed building Bucky scowled at you, confusion etched into every wrinkle.
“Dairy Queen?” he questioned, “I took you for a fancy gelato girl.”
You shook your head, a smug grin, lighting your eyes. “No way. This is a classic. Plus it’s Lua’s day off, I can hardly drag you two into a nice place if it means she’ll have to be working.”
You didn’t make them go inside at all, instead rolling up to the drive through. After ordering your usual and a boring old sundae for Bucky, you grinned at him and asked kindly for a pup cup.
“What the hell is a pup cup?” Bucky asked, half laughter, half worry.
“Would you relax? I said you were taking me AND Lua out for ice cream!” you argued, “Can’t leave your favorite girl hanging.”
After receiving your frozen treats and pulling into a parking space you spun around in your seat, and reached back with the little cup of vanilla ice cream for Lua.
“Pup cup,” you chimed, like it should’ve been obvious. She lapped it up greedily as Bucky shook his head, and chuckled, taking a bite of his sundae.
“You’d spoil her if I let you,” he observed as you held the cup and pet Lua’s soft fur.
“She deserves it,” you mused, falling back to your seat, and taking a bite of your own ice cream. “She has to deal with your grouchy face all day.”
“I’m not grouchy,” he mumbled around a mouthful of ice cream and chocolate sauce.
“Yeah you are,” you laughed, wiping a dribble of chocolate from his chin. “But it’s alright; it’s a pretty good looking face.”
“You think so, huh?” he asked, leaning into your touch. You’d let your hand linger just long enough to draw out the moment, and now there was a definitive tension that had knots forming in your stomach. With no idea what to say or what to do, you froze completely, just staring into those damn blue grey eyes like you’d find the answer in their stormy color.
He never dropped your gaze but took another bite of his sundae. You mimicked his action, taking a bite of your own for no reason other than a lack of any other thought.
“Can I taste yours?” he asked, glancing down at your ice cream.
“Hmm? Mmhmm,” you mumbled, before swallowing your spoonful.
You held your ice cream forward a little for him to scoop some out but instead his hand gripped the back of your neck, pulling you closer until his lips were on yours. He was completely in control, his cold, soft lips gliding over yours, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth, his tongue rolling over your lip before he pulled away. Your eyes were still closed and you were a little breathless with shock.
“That was… um…” you couldn’t find a cohesive thought, much less a word.
“Mmm, nope,” he interrupted, “Classic sundae’s definitely the way to go.”
“I… what?” you laughed. “You’re biased by nostalgia. I think I should be the judge of that.” Before you could lose your nerve you leaned forward and matched his kiss with one of your own.
“Mmm... you might be right,” you conceded with a smile as you leaned away just slightly. “Can’t go wrong with an oldie.” With a broad smile you dipped your spoon into his sundae and stole a bite.
“Oldie, huh?” he smiled, shaking his head slightly. “I was going to suggest we go watch a movie but if you’re going to be rude...”
“Ooo! Do you have your ID?” you asked, full of animation as you started the car, “You could probably get a senior discount.
“Oh I don’t know, did you get permission to stay out past curfew?” he teased, tired of being taunted for his age and exaggerating at yours.
“Oh, Bucky,” you turned to him, with a mischievous smile, “If you think I’m the kind of girl who follows the rules, you’ve got a lot to learn.”
He grinned and raised an eyebrow. You smiled and winked at him as you pulled out, back toward the compound.
He reached back and scratched Lua behind her ear. “This girl’s trouble Lulu.”
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The Experiment.
Author: thewalkingpoptart
Gift For: @addie-scribbles
Prompt: Practice kissing for the sake of science
Author’s Note: I really nervouse about how this came out but I am not dissatisfied with it. Hope you enjoy.
Near didn’t believe in luck. Luck to him was always careful planning with smart timing. People like to believe in luck when it suits them. When they don’t want to take responsibility or know the odds are against them. Near would never consider himself careless, bad at timing, or most importantly, a hypocrite. But at this very moment, he was feeling very extremely unlucky.
Ms.Olufsen was currently sitting behind her desk looking at a bundle of test papers. She had pushed a small crumpled sheet of notebook paper towards the young male. The words Science Partners were written in dark blue sharpie and below it a list of student names. Each person had written their own name beside the person they wished to be partnered with. Near’s eyes slowly moved down the sheet, noting every un-doted ‘i’ and every curved letter. He saw Mello’s bold, big, angled signature was missing a name next to it. “Mello doesn’t have a lab partner,” Ms.Olufsen said. explained. She went on to say how Mello’s drive may have, well, scared a few of the students. Because of an illness, Near had been sick the past three days. “I know you and Mello don’t have the best chemistry but I am sure this science project can fix it. Besides l know that if you two paired up with anyone else you’ll most likely have to hold back. ” She went on and on for a good 5 minutes. Near licked his dry lips. He was in no way opposed to working with the blonde. In fact, he quite liked his willingness and his overall feel. He ran his fingers through his hair feeling a strong sting of pain when his pointer hooked on to a knot. He twisted the strands of hairs. “It’s quite alright, Ms, Olufsen. It is only reasonable that my absence is used as a place marker for anyone who was left without a partner. I am sure Mello and I can figure something out.” He quickly signed away his name next to Mello’s. His waveline handwriting small and light.
Mello’s dorm was just a little ways away from Near’s. Mello was one floor above and closer to the end of his hallways compared to Near being at the beginning of his. Near wasn’t nervous per say just extremely cautious. He must have spent 7 hours working on a paper replica of the Sagrada Familia before taking a quick nap. Near had never been there in person but calendar photos and his extreme want to go helped drive him to build the replica. He wouldn’t want to go by himself however nor with an appointed babysitter. A long time ago he had thought about asking Mello. In short, it didn’t go well.
Near was halfway to Mello’s dorm. Near slowed his pace and focused on keeping a straight face. He needed a safe way to approach the situation. He couldn’t just knock on Mello’s door and expect the boy to be okay with it. Of course, Mello would be upset that Near was 'probably, interrupting his study time. This could end with the two parties feelings being hurt and if a grade was on the line Near couldn’t afford any more negative emotions to happen before the project even began. Near looked up from the floor. His eyes moved away from their stationary position on the floor. He hadn’t realized that he had stopped in the middle of the hallway. Near may be the most personal person in the world but he had something of an idea of how to talk to people. However, when it comes to Mello things always get out of hand.
“Hey Short Stacks, whats cooking?” Near couldn’t hide his startled jump. “Oh, Hi Matt. I’m on my way to have a talk with Mello.” Standing before Near was Mello’s oldest friend, Matt. He and Near didn’t have any beef, but Matt usually preferred to keeps his distance from the Near. No one knew if this was because of Mello or the redhead’s own personal preferences. Every now and again they would engage in conversation. It was always pleasant. Matt nodded his head. “Right now? It’s about the project isn’t it.” Near shook his head. “Yeah, I figured. Ya, know. I love my boy but I had my eyes set on a different passion project if you know what I mean.” He gave Near a sleazy smile before letting out a chuckling laugh.
“You need not feel like you need to explain yourself to me, Matthew. Are you and Linda actually going to do a project this year?”
Matt shrugged off the question, continuing on his way to where ever he was off too.
Near let out a soft raspberry, bragging his feet against the hardwood floor. Reaching Mello’s door he raps his hand against Mello’s door. Mello was one of the few who didn’t decorate their door with anything. Even Near had a small transformer hanging from his doorknob. A frown formed its way on to Near lips after 3 minutes of staring at the plain wooden door. He knocked harder on the door and called out the boy’s name.
The soft sound of bed sheet ruffling could be heard before silence once again filled the air. Near, now feeling frustrated, grab the knob, swing the door open just barely missing Mello’s face. “Ah Mello, I’ve see that you are not busy. May I come in?”
The boy walked into Mello’s personal courters. The walls were rather bare besides a few test paper and note cards posted on the wall. The door to the bathroom was closed. A small football was off in the corner. Mello’s think green sheets seemed to be thrown about at almost as if someone was laying on them just minutes before. “Near, Mello started.”
“I have just recently been informed that we are science partners. I would like us to beginning planning because I could imagine that we are already behind. I was thinking something in the mood of agriculture.” Near made sure to avoid eye contact. The smaller boy stepped farther into the room and sat down on the bed. It was warm.
“You do realize it’s 10 o'clock at night, right?”
Near tried his best to suppress a look of shock. He felt his cheek burn. Near had taken a long nap a couple of hours prior. He could he have forgotten to check the time. “I hope I hadn’t disturbed your rest, Mello.”
There was a soft but stern sigh. Near let his eyes wander up to watch Mello’s mouth. He had a full bottom with paired with a symmetrical top lip. His teeth were a natural white with a pink tongue showing when Mello gave a huge yawn. Near bit his own inner lip.
“But I guess its too late for that. I would honestly rather do something quick and easy with you, Near. I would rather spend as little time with you as possible. Let make a fucking paper mache volcano or some shit.” Mello was stretching as he spoke, letting his midriff show. Letting is perfect fine blond hair flirt with Near’s eyes, asking him if he wants to go for a ride. “Near!”
“Mello,” Near’s voice cracked just a little, “I don’t think we shouldn’t half-ass things just because of your personal vendetta against me. I am surprised that someone with as big as an eg - Someone with such a passion for flair, would want to do something simple.”
There was a pained looked on Mello’s face. He clutched the bridge of his nose with his fingers, squeezing his eyes shut. He mumbled about not wanting to do this at this time of night. “Near. Lets just. Fuck. Let’s just look for some ideas on the computer, okay?” He said it in a babying voice.
Mello than squatted down in beside that area Near was setting at pushing his fingers underneath the mattress, pulling out a small apple laptop. This was interesting to Near because students at the Wammy house weren’t allowed to have their own personal devices for fear of classified information being leaked. Even Matt had to rent his handheld gaming devices from the library.
Near wanted to ask how he got it, Near wanted to ask if Mr.Ruvie knew he had, Near wanted to what he used it for, but most importantly he wants to know if he could use it. “You got that while you were on one of your mini adventures?” Mello hated when Near called his 'Outings’ to the city an adventure. It reeked of miatisum. Mello just rolled his eyes before lazily typing in science projects.
“ Look at this isn’t this nice, uhhhhh, the science of plants and music.”
“Mello, you’re not even trying.”
The two went on for a long time. Mello eventually pushing the illegal laptop to the side allowing Near to take over completely. After about another hour of searching, Near swung the laptop into Mello’s direction. “Let’s make a chemical-sniffing robot.”
Mello growled turning his face away for the bright screen softy lazy waving away Near’s words. “Sure whatever, just get out of here,” he mumbled. Near let out a short grunt. “Just let me…” Near proceed to try to email the article to himself for future reference. Opening up Mello’s email, clicking the compose button. He sent an email to [email protected], smiling triumphantly to having his way. His cheeks blushed a deep red when he saw Mello’s first and only unopened electronic letter. Someone had apparently answered Mello’s comment on the article “13 kissing techniques to ignite your love life.” Near knew that this was against the law but he frankly didn’t care. He pushed the laptop away closer so that it’s back was facing the blonde. The article was one of those shitty slideshows but it was captivating enough.
1. “Start Slow. One of the biggest kissing complaints I hear from the women in my sex therapy practice is when men go for the kill right away.”
Near, tugged on his hair. He never understood why people were fond of kissing so intoxicating. Why the game spin the bottle was so popular, it was a mystery to him. The idea of having someone’s spit in his mouth never seemed appealing. The next slide feature a woman and a male in a loving embrace on a bed.
2. “Take Your Time. Another major complaint I hear from women is that men are too quick to move on from kissing.
Near read all the way through to slide 6. The 6 slide was taking a painfully long time to load. He was now fully on the bed sitting criss-cross listening to Mello’s even breathing learning about a subject that should not be having this effect on him. None of the pictures were extremely sexual nor was writing explicit. Could he be this deprived of human contact that the meer mention of it cause a reaction or maybe the power of hormones was too strong even for him? Near hadn’t’ acted this way during his sex education course. He took the time to straighten his face and peek over to make sure Mello was still asleep. He looked like an angle. His shinning blonde hair slowly falling over his closed eyes, head resting on the edge of the bed. His left lip twitching every now and gain. He should shake Mello wake. Having a body resting on the edge of the bed with legs folded underneath him would give anyone neck issues.
Near inched forward gently moving a strand of hair from falling into Mello’s mouth. 'Mello’s a big boy. He’ll get over it.” Near thought.
6.Play with her hair. I know it sounds cliché, but most women love having their hair played with, especially during a makeout session. Put your hand at the nape of her neck, with your fingers spread wide. Slowly rake your hand up the base of her head, lightly scratching her scalp with your fingertips. Then, pull your fingers together so you’re gently tugging at her hair—or hold her face with your hands, and run your fingers through the hair behind her ears.
Near felt a pleasurable burst of heated embarrassment down in his stomach. Near was in no way ignorant about his own character. He had a thing for hair. He loved that sharp pain that spread through his scalp and the light buzz that followed after. It was one of this one physical stimulation that could calm him and excite him all at the same time. Near clicked to see the next page but he was interrupted by a black screen that read “AD.”
He sucked in a breath and prepared for death.
Loudly a Lady asked Near if he was sick and tired of being cold all the time and not being able to cover his toes with a blanket. Introducing the SNUGGIE. “I already have one,” Near hushed. He moved to click off the ad, yet the computer stalled causing the video to break up its speech.
The laptop slammed shut almost catching nears fingers. A disgruntled Mello with pure hate in his eyes was the site that followed after. An angry knocking could be heard on the side of the wall. “You’re still here?”
“I got side tr-tracked, honestly. I was just trying to email the information to myself” Near twisted a strand of hair, blushing deeply as he did; never letting his eyes leave Mello’s.
“Why are you blushing? What were you?” Mello’s eyes widened. “You didn’t, did you?” Mello gave his laptop a hard look. “You were reading my emails.” It was said more as a statement than a question.
“Not exactly,” Near explained the situation, lying little. He had said that opening the email was a simple mistake and from there he was simply learning some new things he needs to know for his chemical justice class.
“You need to learn about kissing for you criminal justice class.” Mello Lifted an eyebrow.
“I would be lying if I said I didn’t have a personal interest in the action myself. From the looks of if you do too. I don’t understand the act of kissing. It is unnecessary in the act of procreation and is just another way to spread germs. In fact, I bet it all hype, just awkward movements human do to express lust and/or admiration. Just another physical act one needs the forget about in order to be the next L.”
“Are you asking me to kiss you.”
“Of course not. Mello. I am simply asking you to show me the reason people are so obsessed with the act of swapping saliva. It’s in our movies. It’s portrayed as an act so powerful it cause two to fall in love on site. I want to know if the act of stimulating someone’s mouth is really so grand that it cause this amount of human attention. The first kiss is almost as important as a person’s first time. Of course, I should get going. You’re probably to tried to take part in something of an experiment.”
Near unfolded his legs sliding off Mello’s bed sheets.
“An experiment you say? It sure sounds like you’re looking for something else, Near. A good time?”
“No Mello. Stop looking for something that isn’t there you know I’m not like that. This is for the pursuit of knowledge!”
Mello pushed his tongue to the side of his mouth. Standing up so that he was towering over Near. “What would I get out of it?”
“ Learning if the kissing techniques displayed in the article actually works.”
Mello let out a scuff.
“ And bragging right for FINALLY being more knowledgeable on a subject than I am.”
“Fine.”
Near swallowed, before setting back on the bed this time with his right leg pressed up to his chest and the left folded under.
Mello opened his laptop and quickly muted it. “Step one” he chuckled.
Near licked his lips. Leaned in. Letting his hands rest on his knee. Mello tucked a lock of hair behind Near’s ear. He gently grabs the back of Near’s head; leading him into the kiss. Near could feel his warm breath against his lips. Near puckered. “ Hold on. Mello said. "You are far to stiff. Relax.”
Near just blinked emptily at Mello. Mello leans away and cracked his neck. “Come on Near I don’t want to be here all night. Science can’t wait, RIGHT?”
“Of course” Uhhh. Near pushed his right leg under his but much like his left. He shook out his arm. “I am ready.”
“No, You’re not, Mello laughed, Look at your face. Come on, have you honestly never done this before.
"No.” Near snapped.
“Never played Spin the Bottle.”
“I don’t get invited to parties Mello.”
“Not surprising. Is that why you’re on the great passage to figure out if kissing really is so sexually stimulating to warrant the cultural reaction? You know for the science?”
“ Are you going to kiss me for science or not”
“Come here,” Mello cooed.
He pushed Near into his lap and wrapped his arm around Nears waist. His left hand softly ran up and down Near’s back. Once again the two of them led into each other. Mello had a soft smile on his “What’s our hypotheses?,” Mello breath against Near’s lips. “Hypothesis?”
Mello laid his hair to the right. He pushed his lips onto Near’s. The younger boy’s shoulders hitched and his back locked into an uncomfortable position. Mello started to slowly move his lips against Near’s. Near’s heart attacked his ribs and he begged his lips to move along Mello’s, yet his body seemed fully content with letting Mello do all the work. Mello’s hands were now cupping his face. They stayed in a soft dance of Mello leading them for a few minutes. Near was relaxed by now. Pushing against Mello and coping his moments. Near let out a soft moan, letting his fingers rest on the open part of Mello’s legs. Mello softly bites Near’s lip pulling back slowly. Near let out a loud breathes gasps pushing himself into Mello, giving the taller boy a quick peck. They let their foreheads touch.
“Trail One,’ Near Started. ” Was unsuccessful. I um I still don’t think its all that.. that great.“
"Don’t hold you’re breath this time Near. It’s okay to breathe.”
“Mello, Slide three said we need to put our bodies into it.”
Near opened his ears only to meet Mello’s deep blue orbs. “Mello smiled. He quickly turned and opened a word doc and typed 'Trial one: Unsuccessful.’
Near pushed his chest against Mello’s and repositioned his to the sides of Mello’s hips. Mello’s lips were once again passed against Near’s hands once again caressed Near’s cheeks. Near traveled his hands up Mello’s side lifting them and wrapping his arms around Mello’s neck. Mello sucked on Near’s bottom lip before plunging his tongue int the wet cavern. Near moaned in surprised. Mello’s tongue explored Near’s mouth. Near began to softly roll his hips against Mello desperate to get closer. His body was on fire and his mind was running miles. Near felt Mello’s hand cup his butt and message knots into the soft flesh. When Mello pulled away from the kiss, Near once again felt awkward. He didn’t quite know what to do with his mouth. Mello kissed Near’s check, leaving a trail of kisses down the boy’s neck stopping, kissing and sucking on Near’s shoulder. "Ah, fuck. Mello!” Near pulled Mello’s shoulder to help him press closer to Mello’s. Near let out a small laugh. Near leaned away from his newly forming hickey to type into the computer “Second attempt unsecsefull.”
Mello pulled away. The two sway gently against each other both taking turns to peck at each other’s lips.
“Still don’t understand, Mello. I think this may take all night.”
Mello picked up Near laying the boy down on to his back, near wrapped his legs around Mello’s waist and grabbed a fist full of hair.
“That’s fine with me. Anything for science. ”
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(Zelo) Jun-Hong X Reader
Summary:You know all my life I never thought it end up how it has, and I’m content with that.
One-shot
Mentions of depression
Prompt: 32. “If I could grant one Christmas wish, what would it be?” “I wish you would dare me.”
Choi Jun-hong the name still rings in my head. The guy I had dated for years, dumped me. It’s like I can never escape, as I listen to the new song by B.A.P when I find out the guy rapping to the song is Zelo, his real name being Choi Jun-hong. And I realize how much I miss him, we dated all of our high school years.
He had dumped for the reason, believing that we were in immature love, that it would never last in the real world. That there was probably more to life than me. I was devastated for months, and I just forced myself to get over him. I’m still numb, now I can’t even listen to my favorite band that just comes onto my google play music, because I know he’s in it. You know how shitty it is the one thing that made you happy after years of being depressed. But no it seems life doesn’t like the idea of my joy.
The only thing I can really be grateful of is this tattoo job. Nothing could to deter me from that, at least that is what I thought. I’m working on a tattoo for this girl it was an intricate flower with music notes flowing out and then being swallowed by a piece of paper. I thought it was beautiful, it was saying she was the beauty that was broadcasting her voice, having it heard, and writing it down as she goes.
When I hear the one voice I hadn’t heard often other than hearing him rap or sing. Not that I really counted it, because it always sounded so different. It sounded like our conversations that would last forever. You have to be kidding me, I knew he always wanted a tattoo, but couldn’t he have gone to any other shop.
I finish it up as he starts going over the details and my friend says, “I’ll set you up with (Y/n). She’ll be happy to do this tattoo she’s really one for art. You can see her latest work if the girl allows you.”
I see him stalk over to me and my canvas as I would put it says sure, to him. And he says, “Wow that’s so amazing it speaks paragraphs about you.” She thanks him sweetly and goes over to, Lillian, my friend, the one who co-owns the store with me.
He looks up to meet my eyes finally and he says, “Wow. I never thought I’d see you again. You look good, (Y/n).”
“Save it, Jun-hung.” I say with so much venom I’d be a poisonous snake draining my own venom freely into a witches brew.
“Feisty as ever.”
“What do you want tattoo, so I can get this done and over and never have to see you again.” He rolls his eyes at me and says, “‘Relation in time’, you know that master piece right? I was going to get it because it used to be our favorite master piece. I was getting it because-”
“I don’t want to hear your life story, remember? I’m to immature to understand it.” He scoffs at me, and I ask him where he wants it. I tell him to sit on the chair and move to the next to room to work in piece. Not wanting to be near him for more than I needed. I’m sick of it. Lillian comes bounding over to me in the room and she says, “Remember today is Christmas wish day and I still haven’t heard you ask someone there wish. And he’s going to be your last customer so times a wasting.”
“Fuck off, will you?” I grumble and she rolls her eyes, “What can’t handle a hot guy once in your life?”
“You don’t understand, if I were to tell you, you’d kick him out. We need this money to pay for rent for this shop.” She rolls her eyes and goes back to her new customer that she gotten a few minutes ago, she lets me work in this back room, while she does it in front of customers. I finally finish it up, sigh as I grumble about this, we both wanted to do this once we grew our hair out longer. Mine was already at a reasonable length at that time he need to grow his out, seems he never did. I cut mine anyways, so doesn’t even matter.
I show him the piece and he says, “It looks amazing!” I give him the slight sign of a smile. I sterilize his stomach so he won’t get any infections while I do the tattoo before, placing the paper on him and pulling it off so the adhesive purple stayed behind.
I grab my black ink put it into the gun and put my purple gloves on. And start my tedious work. It wasn’t as hard as it could be, being as it was only one color, unlike my canvas who had so many different petal colors it wasn’t even funny.
While switching out the ink since I had a different model, I ask him, “Lillian started this thing where in December we ask our customers a different thing, it has to be at least to one. And woo-hoo guess who one that because it slipped out of my mind with the last customer. And yours is taking the rest of my shift. If I could grant you one Christmas wish what would it be?” I say with the most disinterested voice I could pull off and he replies, “Are you sure you want my answer?”
“I’m only do this because I was asked, its up to you to answer.”
“I wish you would date me… Again”
“Why, would you ask that if I was so immature, and you had so many possible choices???”
“Because I realized how wrong I was when I left you.”
“And it took you that long to realize that? I was left in an absolute depressive series, it’s like season nine now. And it’s been 4 years, you couldn’t have found me sooner. When you knew where I was the whole time, until you suddenly blocked me for no reason?”
“I’m sorry okay… I really am.”
“Yeah that really helps to know you’re sorry. Thanks a lot, and if you would like to know something, it was just a question. So I don’t have to grant your wish.”
“Please… Please, I’d hate to beg and you know I do. But I can’t find anyone like you, who makes me feel the things you do. Just one date, is all I ask for. If you decide to leave in the middle of the date, you can. Just this once.”
“You should be glad you’re receiving a second chance from me. I’m only giving you once, you fuck it up. You will never be allowed to enter here ever again, even with good paying money. Understand?”
He nods his head obediently and I go back to finish his tattoo finally. When I finish I place medicine on it so it heals nicely, and I leave a kiss right above it. I’ll let you in on something I did that because of how much I missed him, and that kiss meant so much to me. I place the tape and wrap on it so it heals nicely. I let Lillian explain the healing process to him.
I was sitting there shell shocked that he asked me to be with him on a date. I told Lillian and she said she was surprised that I said yes. Especially to the inconsiderate bastard, she likes to call him.
I sigh as I get ready for our date, he came into tell Lillian his phone number since I wasn’t there. I was getting groceries since it was my day off after all. He texts me he’s on his way over to pick me up. I should have told him to let me drive there by myself but I really do not like being alone by myself at night in a car.
I hear the door knock and I open the door after slipping on my jacket and my shoes, I open the door. To reveal the guy I had been crazy about for years, standing in front of me again. Like our first date all over again, just without my parents. It was surreal.
He gets in the car after opening and closing the door for me. And he starts up the car and he takes me to a place I hadn’t been since we broke up. I put boundaries on every place we ever touched and refused to go in them. It was our first date when he got a car, the place every guy wants to take every girl for as a date. The drive-in, the drive-in that displays the moves as you sit in a car and can order if you like. (I know they can’t drive till 20 but, I live in Ohio the age is 16).
I watch as he pays for the movie and he pulls in 3rd row, like every time we went. Oh my god I want to puke, my anxiousness is filling me. He looks over at me and it was like that date all over again. We were sixteen again, giddy sophomores, happy to be by ourselves. But except we were nervous it was like our first date mixed with this one.
And without much difficulty we are talking like we never broke up. He grabs my hand and lightly squeezes it, and I realize how much I miss his truck with the bench seat that you could slide next to the driver and cuddle. No, this is quite different, it’s like there is a wall keeping us from each other. A console in the middle of us, and I move on top of it not carrying anymore, I missed his touch, I missed his hugs, his voice, his nuzzles. And not that I really care about it, but the way he matched me in bed so well unlike the hundreds of one night stands, and a boyfriend that last a month couldn’t match. The rough but tender, fast but deep, soft but it felt like you were being split in two, sex. I missed it so bad. But I missed more over the top was him. Everything, and when he leaned forward and kissed me, I was in a state of shock and it was like our relationship never really did end. And we were back to square 541 I suppose and no longer at square -427.
And we watch the movie with comfort of popcorn, luckily it was snowing so the drive-in was open until it started up again. And we watched the sappy rom-com happen and just watch it spiral. And it made sense it was something we had always done together, and now here we are again doing it all over. And I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
When he brought me back to my house, and he left me with a deep kiss on my porch, and walked back out and I yelled, “Tomorrow, coffee?” Knowing he’d know where to be, our coffee shop. The one with the art work forever displayed on the walls, that will forever be on his stomach as well. Now I could listen to B.A.P. without wanting to cry because of how much I miss Jun-hong. How could you miss someone you already have? Well I mean… Not the point I’m making. And first time since we had broken up and now we are together again, I feel complete. And I still have that depression lingering in the back of my mind, but it seemed that boi didn’t matter as much to me as Jun-hong did and does.
#mentions of depression#zelo#jun-hong#b.a.p#b.a.p zelo#kpop x reader#x reader#christmas#fluff#angst#is this what you kids call angst?#a good amount of angst#nice amount of fluff#why am i so angsty?#15th day of 37 days of christmas#day 15 of 37 days of christmas#zelo x reader
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My Favorite 20 albums of 2017!
Do these things really need an introduction? This year sucked once again, so let’s just focus on the good music that happened okay? Without further ado, my favorite 20 albums of 2017:
Honorable mentions
St. Vincent - MASSEDUCTION
Rapsody - Laila’s Wisdom
Blanck Mass - World Eater
Kesha - Rainbow
Pond - The Weather
Rostam - Half-Light
Birthing Hips - Urge To Merge
20. Alex G - Rocket
“Incoherent” is a word I suppose you could use to describe Rocket, the seventh album from Alex Giannascoli, but I prefer the term “idea-full”. When your head is full of shit to say, it’s not all gonna come out as a simple little guitar ditty. It might come out as a strange looping piano ballad, or even a Death Grips-esque noise rap track. What I’m saying is, feelings are complex and hard to pin down, and Alex G does his best to wrestle with them on here. It’s a balls-to-the-wall, heart-on-your-sleeve country/folk/rock/noise odyssey that feels immensely personal and universal at the same time. Incoherent? Hey, aren’t we all?
Listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nPuxLpVus-k
19. Vince Staples - Big Fish Theory
Everyone’s doing trap. Everyone’s doing mumble rap with the Migos flow. Fuck rattling high hats. Fuck ad-libs. Big Fish Theory was an important statement this year; a high profile rapper who teamed up with some underground electronic music producers (not beat makers) to make something truly unique that tried to give the hip-hop envelope a little shove. Here’s the thing though: it still goes really REALLY hard. Vince took a lot of risks on Big Fish Theory, songwriting and production wise, and the results speak for themselves.
Listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C6iAzyhm0p0
18. Mount Kimbie - Love What Survives
Sometimes cold, nearly inhuman music can be some of the most emotionally potent. Radiohead's Kid A comes to mind. Albums that are unflinchingly ugly in their worldview and take every effort to make the music sound like it was created against their will, or perhaps by some machine. Love What Survives manages to sound distant, even otherworldly, and yet also jam packed with feeling. Electronic music has an inherent disconnect to it, like the listener was never considered in the first place, but Mount Kimbie manages to put a great amount of humanity to their throbbing electro post-punk. The results, a mix of electronic bleakness and a rich emotional core, are extraordinarily potent front to back, with excellent vocal performances from some of indie music's most unique voices. Mount Kimbie puts humanity into ugly music because, when you take a good look at it, life as a human is pretty damn ugly.
Listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J1kzMFnFSh0
17. Neil Cicierega - Mouth Moods
(Read my full review here) Yes, I’m serious. You know why I’m serious? Because everyone has their thing. We all have our little niche that we fulfill in this world. We all have something we’re good at. Neil Cicerega’s niche (while he is multi-talented) is making mashup albums, and I’ll be damned if he’s not the best at it. With this, his third installment in the Mouth series, Neil has made the mashup a form of high art. The lines between ironic enjoyment and genuine appreciation are blurred as songs you’ve become familiar with are chopped and screwed and combined in a way that seems in one sense horrific, but in another sense totally amazing. Mouth Moods is hilarious and incredibly enjoyable, but after a couple listens, you don’t listen to laugh, you listen to appreciate. A lot of time and care went into these tracks, and the mere idea of some of these combinations are commendable in their own right (AC/DC’s ”Back in Black” and Vanessa Carlton’s “A Thousand Miles” absolutely should not work together, and yet...) This is some of the most fun I’ve had with an album this year, and many moments left me genuinely very impressed, so I’d say that more than justifies it being on this list. It’s not just a meme. This is good music, whether you like it or not.
Listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DsoCe7C4Kmk
16. milo - who told you to think??!!??!!??
“I don’t even really have to rap/my nigga, it’s about if you can talk good” proclaims Milo on so the flies don’t come cut “A Song About a Raygunn (An Ode To Driver)”, and on who told you to think, it seems he’s begun talking really good. Milo’s lyricism on flies was poetic, but what he does here on the follow up is straight-up poetry. Less focus on hooks and beats (though those are also very good) and more focus on the words. He seems like the kind of person who obsesses over every syllable, and will never throw in a bar that doesn’t mean the world to him. Milo’s meticulous and abstract style makes diving into his lyrics an absolute blast. He’s a rapper for kids who are tired of hearing about bitches and hoes and want more Shakespeare references and terms that they have to look up in the regular dictionary rather than the urban one. High poetry over a beat. The essence of hip-hop.
Listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5mMOsl8qpfc
15. Richard Dawson - Peasant
I, and I’m am sure many others, would file this album in the same category as Joanna Newsom’s Ys. What category is that you ask? Lyrics and melodies that exude a sense of adventure, song structures that meander and drift like waves on the ocean, and stories that feel like mini epics. It doesn’t have a name, but it’s a damn exciting little nook of music that isn’t heard often, and Dawson nails it. Listening to this thing really does feel like a journey; one that’s constantly evolving and never ever boring. Dawson appears to have some sort of fascination with medieval storytelling and instrumentation. But don’t worry, this thing doesn’t sound like Renaissance Fair music. It has a great sense of modern experimentation and loose song structure that differentiates it from actual medieval music, and from pretty much anyone else making folk music right now. It’s an ambitious and wildly fun freak folk album that will draw you in with both its story and its charisma.
Listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7iW5OEeCUw
14. Remo Drive - Greatest Hits
Aw man I miss being in a band in high school. We were one of the smart ones who weren’t under the illusion that “getting big” would be easy if we just really wanted it. We were just in it for fun. Remo Drive, a Minnesotan emo band, are some young whippersnappers who were in the same boat as me in high school, but through some good promotion (including a shoutout from a certain popular music nerd), the boys made it big. I’d be jealous if these guys didn’t completely deserve their success. Okay well, I’m still a little jealous. Regardless, Greatest Hits is a remarkably good debut, and one that has given emo kids around the country something new to latch onto and rightfully obsess over. Is it perfect? No. There are still kinks to work out. But I fucking love this thing and, considering this is their debut album, they can only get better and will hopefully one day become one of the emo greats. Just a prediction though. Maybe they’ll totally blow it. That would suck, but at least we’ll always have the awesome soaring hooks of Greatest Hits to re-listen to over and over and over. And over.
Listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1kaMiIaT-sg
13. SZA - Ctrl
Love in 2017 is a weird thing. Everyone's so sex positive (which is a great thing!) that more people are open to hookups or being friends with benefits. That's all good and fun, but it can potentially lead to a lot of hurt feelings and heartbreak if there is a lack of communication. Modern music likes to pretend this isn't the case and that we're all out there trying to find a soulmate, but SZA knows what's really going on. She's tired of being used, and she's not afraid to call out shitty behavior by the men in her life. As you could probably guess, this album is very sexual. In fact, “Doves In The Wind” features the word "pussy" exactly 27 times. But sex and relationships is topic that needs to be discussed in 2017, especially from the female perspective. Having a casual hookup can be awkward and being sexually adventurous sometimes leaves something to be desired; a deep connection with another human being. It's not easy, but it's something worth fighting for. SZA tackles all this with a unique flow and swagger, while still keeping herself vulnerable enough for the listeners to connect to her struggle, which is one the most relatable struggles for young people today: have fun and be casual, or try to find something serious? What Ctrl teaches us is that the answer will only come if you try both, inevitably fail, and then learn from your mistakes. Maybe make a great album about it while you’re at it.
Listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cMD63TwzB1o
12. Open Mike Eagle - Brick Body Kids Still Daydream
Your childhood home is more than just 4 walls with a floor and a ceiling. Your childhood home is your childhood. Every memory, good or bad, significant or minor, revolves around your home. Mike Eagle’s childhood home, the Robert Taylor Homes in Chicago, was demolished several years ago. Using this symbolic destruction, Open Mike Eagle crafted a subtly ambitious and low-key concept album. He uses it is a jumping off point for insightful takes on life for poor minorities in big cities. He also takes time to reminisce on his memories of the projects, both good and bad. It's intimate, smart, and breezy. But most importantly, it's a meaningful exploration on what it really means to be at home.
Listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wQxXubLTIBw
11. Fleet Foxes - Crack-Up
Six years may feel like a long time to wait for an album, but the scope and ambition of Crack-Up justifies it. This is Fleet Foxes’ most dense and intricate album, and one that takes a few listens to fully digest, but also rewards multiple listens with it’s lush soundscapes that reveal a little more of themselves each time. People who, like me, felt that Helplessness Blues was near perfection may not completely vibe with this, but I think that if you truly sit down and give this album a chance, you’ll find a deep beauty to it that’s just as satisfying as anything the band has ever made. It really does feel like an album that would take six whole years to make.
Listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GqgNebPm50
10. Brockhampton - SATURATION Trilogy
In a decade or so when I’m looking back at music through the years, I’ll think about 2017, and immediately go “Oh shit! That was the year of Saturation!” I can’t remember the last time I was as excited about a new force in hip hop as I am about Brockhampton. The three records they dropped this year were somehow all excellent in their own way. Every member shines in their own unique beautiful way, and the production choices are fresh and wonderfully off-kilter. The Saturation trilogy was an amazing feat that could have gone horribly wrong, but all the members and all the fans were extremely invested in making this work, and it did. And then some. The truth of the matter is, no one made an impact this year quite like Brockhampton.
Listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_ZRRlVDVa8
9. Tyler, The Creator - Flower Boy
Growing up is really a decision you make and not a fact of life. There are always gonna be man-children who never decided to do something with their life. Flower Boy is the sound of Tyler, The Creator finally deciding to grow up and give listeners something that’s been lacking in his music: sincerity. For the first time, Tyler really lets his sensitive side show, and he created a project that peels back the layers on the wild persona he’s created. Turns out he can do a lot more than just shock value rap. He actually has a great ear for melody and production, and his lyrics have become much more nuanced and emotionally resonant. It seems crazy to say this about a Tyler, The Creator album, but Flower Boy is beautiful, and hopefully Tyler will continue to follow this musical direction for future projects. There’s always more room to blossom.
Listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxlBOBOZHqI
8. Perfume Genius - No Shape
While 2014’s Too Bright was an exploration of Mike Hadreas’ beaming confidence trying its best to balance out his crippling insecurities and fears, No Shape is pure confidence with no room for fear and all the room in the world for love. The opener “Otherside” recalls the opening tracks of his previous albums with its hushed piano balladry. but a minute goes by and suddenly there is an explosion of sparkling synths that pulls you right into the majestic world of this album and lets you know this one isn’t like the ones that came before it. From then on it’s one excellently written and immaculately produced track after another on what may be Perfume Genius’s most endearingly weird and wonderful project to date. Mike’s heart was full of love when he made this album, and you can tell. The grace and care that was put into every song is clear, and it makes for a tremendously satisfying listen.
Listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-EVhFTw4igw
7. Julien Baker - Turn Out The Lights
The most astounding part about Turn Out The Lights is that, after you hear how heartbreaking and beautiful and fearless it is, you listen a little closer and realize how damn relatable it is. Baker makes epic songs about little things that secretly hurt a lot more than we wished they did. The things we’ve all felt and thought about on lonely nights. Like all great art, it’s not just about the artist, it’s about all of us. It’s about the pain of existing and trying to be a human. Julien’s words are the words we’ve all been wanting to say but have never quite know how to put it, and every line hits like punch to the gut. But through all the turmoil, Baker maintains a sense of hope. As she herself put so gracefully, “The existence of anxiety or depression does not negate my own capacity for joy, or my intelligence; when I can embrace those things, I can have power over them.” Through her music, she gives herself power over her illness and let's us know that, even if everything feels like it's breaking, there is still hope.
Listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xV1dMqeb4_U
6. The National - Sleep Well Beast
(Read my full review here) I think Sleep Well Beast might be my favorite National album. That’s right, even better than the near-unanimously agreed upon high mark Boxer. I came to this conclusion when I realized that for every great song Boxer has, Sleep Well Beast raises it one. Boxer’s melancholy opener “Fake Empire” is pretty, but “Nobody Else Will Be There” takes the emotion to whole new levels of devastation. You a fan of “Mistaken For Strangers”? I raise you “The System Only Dreams In Total Darkness”. Like “Brainy”? You’ll love “Day I Die”. It’s basically a better version of Boxer, but it still manages to sound entirely distinct. The main difference being that their songwriting has become more mature and subdued, which in turn made room for the emotions to really ruminate within the music. I mean, it’s been 10(!) years since Boxer hit shelves, and since then The National have really grown up. Everything has more nuance, more depth, and more maturity. Out of all their albums, it’s the one that hits the most consistently, and also hits the hardest.
Listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2O6duDDkhis
5. Father John Misty - Pure Comedy
Pure Comedy isn’t for everybody because it wasn’t made for everybody. Honestly, it wasn’t really made for anybody but Josh Tillman himself. He decided to take a step back from the personal squabbles he dealt with on the fantastic I Love You, Honeybear and takes aim at...well, everything really. No topic is safe from Tillman’s deadpan wit and hilariously cynical worldview. The music itself is merely a vessel for Tillman’s impressively coherent rants, which walk that fine line between genius and complete pretension, admittedly slipping into the latter category on some occasions. But even though it can seem like a little much, the scale and ambition of it all can not be undersold. Plus, considering the shitshow that 2017 was, I’d say it’s a perfect time for humanity to get a bit of a wake up call. We needed some crazy old man like Father John Misty to go up on rooftops and tells us that what we’re doing is fucked up. So fucked up, that it’s actually pretty hilarious when you think about it.
Listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eHpV08wI-bw
4. King Krule - The OOZ
It really does ooze. Every song, every word, every little moment seems to just pour out of you speakers like syrup. The OOZ is like a puzzle. It has so many moving parts that it takes many listens for it all to start sinking into place. The big picture it slowly reveals is pretty ugly. Krule’s worldview seems tragic, and he constantly feels alone and lost in this world. Nothing makes any sense to him, or the listener for that matter. Why is it called Biscuit Town? What’s a Dum Surfer? I still don’t have all the answers, but every time I listen I get a little closer to this album’s real main idea. I don’t know if I’ll ever get there, but the joy of listening comes from those little revelations, and from the amazement of knowing how much meaning and detail King Krule put into this wild, unflinchingly weird record. It doesn’t need to be fully understood to understand that it is absolutely brilliant.
Listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5-f1Bnltu8
3. Kendrick Lamar - DAMN.
What is a king to do now that he’s sitting comfortably on his throne? The answer: do what everyone else is trying to do to replace you, and do it way better than any of them. First, he releases “The Heart Part IV”, a track that dares anyone to fuck with him. Then a week later, he shuts down anyone who would ever try with “Humble”, a track that sees Kendrick being anything but. After the absolute shock of “Humble”, we got DAMN, an album very different from but in many aspects just as admirable as To Pimp a Butterfly or Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City. Kendrick manages to blow every other rapper completely out of the water with his brilliance and talent while still making it look easy. He breezily flows over some of 2017’s most unique instrumentals with bar after bar about life post-TPAB. Kendrick tries not to let his fans, his haters, his family, or Fox News get in his head. He reflects on his past, looks towards the future, and secures his spot as one of the all time greatest rappers to walk the earth. Damn is right.
Listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=glaG64Ao7sM
2. Lorde - Melodrama
If there is one musical lesson I’ve learned over the past 2 years, it’s that you should never underestimate pop music. Last year, Beyonce blew me away with Lemonade, and now in 2017, Lorde is the pop star who didn’t let her one hit wonder define her and ended up with an absolute stunner of an album. When pop music is done as well as it on Melodrama, it strikes a nerve with the listener, connects with them on a deep level, and unleashes their basic instincts: to dance, to cry, to laugh, to remember, to hope. This album makes me want to do all of those things, often all at the the same time. I listen to this album and I feel a real connection with Lorde as she too tries to make heads or tails of life as an adult. Does she ever make heads or tails of it? Of course not, but she’s not here to give answers, she’s here to give you an album that will help you through it, an incredibly powerful and mature album at that, and one that perfectly captures the feeling of being on the edge of adulthood in 2017. This early adulthood college era is a messy time in our lives where we try to pretend that we’re fine and that we totally get it, but at a certain point we just can’t keep pretending. It’s all wild parties, broken hearts, lost friends, and trying to just enjoy it all while we’re still young. It’s a confusing, scary and amazing time in our lives where our only focus is getting what we want. It’s all for fun. It’s all for show. It’s all just a bunch of fucking melodrama, and Lorde captured all of it perfectly. For college kids, Melodrama is a gem. A pop album that wasn’t manufactured by a company, but created by someone who really is just like us. Someone who actually gets it. In a time where millennial bashing seems to be the cool thing to do, I am very happy that this album exists to remind me that it’s okay to be young and a little reckless. I mean, if we’re not reckless now, when the hell else can we be?
Listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0DjcsK_-HY
1. Mount Eerie - A Crow Looked At Me
I really wanted to make Melodrama my number one this year. I mean, did you see what I wrote up here? That’s an album of the year write up if I’ve ever seen one. Alas, I had to give it to this album. It would be irresponsible not to. No album, hell, no piece of art that I am aware of has ever captured and expressed the experience of grief so intensely as this album. After the passing of his wife Genevieve, Phil Elvrum hid away in his home and eventually gave us this collection of 12 vignettes discussing the complete and utter emptiness he feels now that his greatest love has gone. Every single thing he does, every place he visits, every word he hears is a reminder of her death. It’s completely and utterly heartbreaking, so much so that listening to it feels almost disrespectful, like you’re eavesdropping in on someone’s very private life. Some call it exploitative, and I would be inclined to agree, yet the songs on here treat her with such deep, rich love and true respect. Even so It is a bit paradoxical. As he says in the beginning: “Death is real/someones there and then they’re not/and it’it’s not for singing about/it’s not for making into art” He dismisses the idea of turning the death of a loved one into art while doing just that. But can you really blame him? Phil just doesn’t know what to think about all this, but he knows how to make music, and that’s what he did. Was it to help with grieving? Was it for closure? Understanding? Was it to honor her memory? No one knows, and I don’t ever need to, because the fact still stands that this one of the most powerful pieces of art I have ever experienced. So yeah, it’s the best album of the year, and in fact one of the best ever made.
Listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H2R2Ck8qKWM
Well, thanks for reading everyone! Here’s to a great 2018!
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Woebegone
Too much used to the feeling of being the center of attraction. Of being the main article in every headlines. To be the main topic in each online contents and television news. But this particular subject for being the talk of the town never justified the nervous breakdowns they almost had for the passed week. Their life seems stuck up in a maze without an exit. The everyday routine has ruined and the regular schedule for photo shoots, dance practices, music composing and guesting has been excluded for these past schedules. They mostly spend their day inside their dorm, with high- scale securities, yet no means of communication. Members felt like they have gone bonkers already. It was the command from the upper level and they can’t react against it.
Park Jimin looked up at the wall clock. Thirty minutes left before the van arrives to pick them up. Today will be the second session of hearing regarding the murder case against the idol to present more evidences and of course to fight back with their alibis. And until now, he couldn’t grasp how shitty it was that he’s literally waiting for somebody who could sentenced him either for a life imprisonment or worse, death sentence.
But he gives zero fucks about it. He’s concerned more for his princess safety. It’s already a month since the last time he had talked to her. He couldn’t find a way to escape from their dorm especially now that he’s extremely weak and hungry for blood. He even had to lock himself up inside their bedroom to avoid any human contact. He doesn’t want to snap and kill all his members. He tried to sneak out their phones that the managers had kept, but they did a very good job to hide it all. Park Jimin felt he’ll lose sanity anytime soon.
He’s just so worried for Anna.
The bedroom door cracked open. He saw Kim Taehyung looking at him through the space between the door and the door frame.
“They’re here,” he said in a sad voice.
Park Jimin smiled back at him and gets up from the bed. He walked closer to the door to open it all the way.
Chuckling he said, “You look more worried than me. This aint gonna be the death of me,”
Kim Taehyung frowned at him. “How come you can still crack a joke in these serious moments? We wouldn’t know what will happen! We couldn’t know what if. . . what if they will screw you and they’ll find out about your real. . .” he trails off. “. . . the real you.”
For once, Park Jimin felt the need to be his best friend guardian again. He remembered all those days how he was looking out for him to make sure he was safe. There he realized that Kim Taehyung is still a young boy.
He pats his head and ruffles his hair.
“Do you think I would be this calm if I didn’t know how this thing will go until the end?” he asked. Taehyung just looked up at him with his innocent eyes. “Taehyung, this isn’t the first time that the entire human race had once tried to bring us down. To bring me down. I am used to it, and as long I know all of you are safe—the Bangtan, your family, you, and Anna—I don’t need to be scared to anything. This shall pass, too.”
Taehyung just heaved a deep sigh, when Park Jimin walked passed him he stopped him one more time.
“Why you can’t just compel them? Remove all their memories and pretend this has never happened? Why can’t you just do that so we don’t need to go all through this?”
Jimin turned around to look back at him. “I can do that. Yes. But that’s only possible if internet and social media hasn’t discovered yet. Taehyung, the estimated audience who knows about this controversy wasn’t just inside Korea, but the whole world as it is. The last time I tried to compel an accumulating millions of people were when Anna’s picture surfaced around the internet. Remember when she slapped me? And you know what happened right? I almost died that time. And for the record, I haven’t completely removed those memories from their minds like 100%. Still somebody out there probably remembers fragments of memories about that huge scandal. And let’s not talk about how weak I am now. I don’t wanna dare to meddle to somebody’s fate again. If they’re destined to die, then let them die. I don’t want to take advantage of it again. It’ll never be justifiable. And nobody would either believe me.”
Kim Taehyung just looked down. The expression on his face literally could tell how scared he was. And he couldn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t even think of any possible ideas to protect his friend.
Jimin opened his mouth again. “And don’t you dare to use Anna again to feed me. We’re just all lucky I am unconscious that time, `coz if not, I might could have killed her.”
Then he turned around again to walk out from the door. Yet after just two steps, he came to a halt when he heard Kim Taehyung calls him.
“Hyung. . .”
The soft sound of his voice the way he utter the word hung into the air. Park Jimin was not used to these honorifics since Taehyung kept on insisting they’re just both 95 liners through the fans eye. He keeps avoiding the fact that Park Jimin is literally a year older than all of them.
Park Jimin didn’t move even a single muscle.
“Just promise this too shall pass.”
Jimin bit the inside of his cheeks then turned back his head to his best friend to nod and show a reassuring smile.
— — —
Anna immediately gets off from the bus and run the hell out of her through the side walk. Didn’t even mind hitting those people who walks across her. The thick pastel pink scarf hanging around the neck holding its last breathe to keep itself from completely falling. Like her hopes hanging into single chance to see him before he go inside the court trial hall. She stopped thinking about neither her heart beating so fast, nor her breathe catching from the air. Her legs sprinting like a tire rolling in a desert searching for the oasis. The sweats forming in forehead swiped off through the wind slapping her cheeks, causing it red.
Holding her bag tightly, she felt a strong arm hold her to stop midway. The impact has almost made her to lose her balance and trip. She realized it was Deby who was panting so hard also.
“Can we get a little bit slower? I… I think I might die… f- from running out of oxygen,” she said catching her breathe while holding her friends arms tightly with her left hand balancing her worn- out body from running.
“But Deb! What if I won’t be able to catch a sight of him again?! I am so worried right now. I don’t even know if he knew I was there the last time they held the first hearing session! I’m scared I will never see him again,”
When Deby’s breathing turned back to normal, she scratched her head and wiped off her sweaty head using the back of her hand.
“For fucks sake, Anna! It’s Park Jimin! I bet he could even smell you 10 kilometers away! I can guarantee you he knew you were there. Maybe, he couldn’t just get a perfect timing to go and meet you but trust me, he’s safe and everything will be fine. You said he can do anything, right? Then let’s trust him! He’s capable in doing anything he wants.”
Anna shook her head and pulled her arms back. “Regardless. Let’s just go!”
When she took off for a sprint again, both of the girls stopped from running when they heard a loud blow of horn. When they both turn their heads to see who it was, they saw a car pulled up not too far from them, and a pale hand waving at them through the driver’s seat open window. After a couple of seconds, they saw Yoon-Doo Joon getting off from his car and walked closer at them.
He takes off his sunglasses and hang it on his coat inside pocket. “Where are you both heading together? Why’d you look you just signed up for a marathon?” he asked.
Anna looked back to her friend and they both just shared a look that made him to be more confused.
“Why? Is there something which I am not allowed to know? A girl’s secret maybe?”
Deby rolled her eyes.
“You’re literally popping everywhere we go,” she said in a sarcasm voice.
“Hey wait, that’s pure coincidence and remember the last time we’ve met? It’s you who came to my place to ask for a favor which up until now, you have never yet told me the reason why.”
Both of them heaved a deep sigh.
“Doo-joon, I’m sorry but seriously we’re in a rush. We need to go now.” Anna was about to dash off when the guy asked them again.
“Are you both heading to the trial court?” Their heads snapped back to look at him with eyes full of wonders and confusion. “I’m actually driving my way there—wait! Hold on! I’m not stalking you or what, this is real. Gikwang asked me to come by there. His parents can’t attend for today’s trial since his mom was advised to avoid any stress as per her personal psychiatrist advise, then of course, his dad needs to check up on his mom, so I agreed to meet up on him. He’s basically fighting it alone now.”
Anna immediately hopped on in to his car without saying a word. The man’s eyes rounded when she just literally invited herself for a lift when he didn’t even asked them in the first place for the favor.
He scoffed, “I seriously didn’t know you were this concerned of Gikwang. I mean, you went to Octagon to send condolences after the news of her sister then now you really wanted me to drive you there? Tell me, is there something going on that I need to know?” then he looked at Anna who was now sitting at the back seat but he didn’t get anything aside from a roll of her eyes. Then Gikwang turned his head to Deby instead.
“Or maybe you, Deby? Are you dating Gikwang? C’mon! You should tell me! It’s either you or Anna who’s dating my friend!”
Deby shakes her head. “Sorry, we’re literally just in a rush, please. We’ll tell you everything later, I swear!” Then immediately opened the bullet’s seat door and went in.
Yoon Doo-joon was trapped. He, of course, couldn’t just hauled them off his car and shoo them away, and besides the curiosity has been eating him for these weeks, and there’s no harm if he would give them a lift again.
Up until then, he kept asking Gikwang what really happened back at the Octagon, but his friend kept tight- lipped. He also tried calling Deby to ask and to assure that Anna was doing good, yet both sides had never said anything what’s really going on. He thought maybe it was that serious. He had never seen his friend getting enraged like that.
But he’s curios why Anna and Deby was so determined to see Gikwang again after what happened back that night.
— — —
Yoon Doo- joon immediately pulled up just right after when a group of fans caught running in front of the building with barriers to keep the amount of people mobbing the celebrity. Some of them were holding huge cards or posters cheering up the suspected murderer which happened to be their idol. Most of them were even caught with puffy eyes from crying so much, and just like her—the girlfriend—worried about what may happen next. Everything is all over the place.
The media who kept trying to get any information about the case and shamelessly even asking for statement from the celebrity itself. The securities worked hard to make sure no one can harm or get close to them.
Anna quickly gets off from the car and run over the massive group of people swarming the area. She tried to push herself in yet they’re all blocking the view. She tried to jump, to scream, or to push them away to see him, to let him know she’s here, to make him feel she’s always there, yet no matter what she do, it’s always like this. There’s always a huge amount of barriers keeping them off together. Like an ocean dividing two islands that wanted to unite to be a one big island.
She caught a glimpse of their manager and Jung Hoseok. She tried to jump again through the people heads but the buffy securities and police officers made it hard to see them.
The Bangtan members never missed to attend the hearings to show their support to their co- member. The company was forced to stop all the scheduled appointments for the rest of the month. The whole industry is in a blow- hole of controversy regarding murder.
Deby grabbed her friends hand to pull her away from the crowd. When they both get out, Deby saw her sweats turned ice. Her face was so red and she could see the exhaustion, fright, tense & distraught expression mixed together in her best friends face.
“Doo- joon went in to meet Gikwang and he’ll try to ask if the securities will let us to get inside. Don’t worry. It’s dangerous to keep push yourself in with the crowd,” she said trying to console Anna.
She just nodded her head and looked back at the entrance of the building. The group of fans who probably camped out didn’t get any less. It was a terrific scene. She prefers to get pushed by in airports or concerts like before, but now, she just wanted a hole to open up above the earth surface and swallow them altogether.
When Anna turned her head back to Deby, she saw her trying to call somebody on her phone. Even her friend looks so anxious and agitated.
“Who are you calling?” she asked.
Deby put her the phone screen on her ears then after awhile she checked it again.
“I’m still trying to contact him,” she answered then punched a number on her phone again.
Anna’s eyebrows furrowed.
“Who?”
Deby looked back at her then answered just above a whisper. “Taehyung.” Then let out a heavy breathe. “I didn’t get any chances to contact him after this was all exploded. I bet the company confiscated their phones.”
Anna remained silent. The cold temperature feels like it was wearing off. She’s sweating so hard and she couldn’t stay still. She wanted to cry. That will be still normal. Nobody would even get suspicious of her, since most of the fans there were crying harder than her and on floored.
She tried to calm herself.
Counted to three to steady her breathing and focused herself and hope he could hear her.
“My angel. . . Jimin. . . can you hear me? I don’t know. Just hang on. Everything will get better. Please do something to let me know you heard me, please. . .”
Anna pressed her hands together as if praying. Trying to block all the noises around her. The screams, the whimpers, the non- stop voices of random people and even the vehicles passing by. Yet, she didn’t hear anything. Or even get a single thought that he might created inside her mind as a way of communication. She tried to sharpen her senses, but even his presence was unreachable.
She couldn’t hear his voice.,
or his thoughts. . .
She couldn’t feel his presence.
She couldn’t still get a hold Park Jimin.
Doo- joon came back running. Deby immediately meet him halfway to hear if there’s any possibility that they could get inside the hall.
“I tried but they wouldn’t even allow me to get inside. I told them I am a friend of the victim’s family and Gikwang even went out to prove that but the police was being strict, they said they just need to follow the rules since it’s a high- profile case. I can’t understand? They don’t want me to get inside but all of the members of the suspect were allowed to attend the hearing? How’s that makes sense?” he said sounding so pissed off.
Deby just gulped, didn’t know what to say since she personally know the members he was referring to.
“It’s fine. Maybe they really just have to be extra careful. Especially that we’ll never know if somebody has already plotting a death to the suspect or the family’s victim,” Deby said.
He scoffed, “Well, I think Gikwang’s life has more threat than that idol. He got crazy fans everywhere and even if the judges verdicts is guilty, I’m sure it will still be difficult since most of their fans would probably take his side only without looking for justice.”
That ticks Anna off so she immediately butts in.
“Wait, it hasn’t proven yet if he’s really the murderer. Let’s don’t take sides here. Both are sufferings. Let’s wait till they release an official statement.”
They all get interrupted when Deby’s phone started ringing. She checked her phone and get confused when the phone number wasn’t registered to her contacts. She looked up at them.
“Who’s that? Why don’t you pick it up?” Gikwang asked while Anna was anticipating too.
She shakes her head. “It’s not registered. I get anxious whenever I received calls which isn’t registered in my contacts and didn’t even introduce who they are before calling me at least through text messages,”
“What if it’s an important call?” Anna said.
The phone didn’t stop from ringing. After counting to ten, Deby finally answer the call but she remained quiet and waited till someone would speak on the other end. Doo- joon looked around watching the fans who’re still crying on the floor. Some stayed, while some left the area. Police are still guarding the hall and media waited for any latest updates they might heard.
“Deby?”
A deep- husky voice answered on the other line. It sounds familiar but she don’t want to jump into conclusions yet.
“Who’s this?” she asked.
“Taehyung. . .” he answered in a low voice.
Deby’s eyes immediately widened and she covered her mouth after getting so surprise. She even felt her hands started trembling for some reasons. She looked at Anna and her friend walked closer to her. They took few steps away from Yoon Doo- Joon to make sure they’re earshot.
“Oh my god. . . thank God you contacted me. We we’re so worried, especially Anna. Where are you? Are you inside the trial hall? What happened to your phones? To Jimin?” she replied almost covering her mouth.
The sound of his voice could tell how anxious he was. He sound so tense and his voice was shaking.
“No, I didn’t go inside. I’m actually at the back of the building. At the basement. I sneak out. Meet me here, I’ll wait. Please make it quick, I couldn’t stay any longer. They might get suspicious.”
Then he dropped the call.
“Who was that?” Anna asked.
Deby grabbed her hands. “I’ll tell you later. Stay with Doo- Joon. Tell him I’ll just go to the restroom.”
Anna stopped her. “Wait, can’t I just go with you?”
She shakes her head. “No. I’ll be fast.”
Then she sprinted off and run behind the cars parked at the side of the building.
— — —
Deby found Kim Taehyung hiding behind a wall posts at the basement where no one else probably would think to walk through. It looks like a stock hall for unused chairs, compiled papers and just a random trash you could see in any office buildings. It smells like a closet which had never opened for a decade. She found the way in beside the fire exit door which he also pointed at through message. She don’t have any idea how Kim Taehyung even found a place like this in this building.
When Kim Taehyung heard footsteps, he immediately turned around. His eyes couldn’t hide the glint of hope and a bit of tranquility as soon as he took sight of her. The way he beamed brightness when his eyes landed on her wasn’t able to hide the comfort he was looking for all these weeks. It was like the sun has finally risen in the east after the long-cold night.
Kim Taehyung was about to dash off to meet her halfway and to throw her a tight hug but he stopped himself from doing so and refrained from doing such thing. Deby realized what he was about to do and how he awkwardly stopped midway when obviously he ran into her like an excited kid you left alone.
She decided to do it instead so her pace went quickly until they were just two steps away from each other.
“Oh gosh finally. How are y’all holding up? How are you? I am so worried. We’re all so worried!” she asked.
Taehyung just scratched his head. “It’s tough but. . . I don’t know. We stick together and made sure to make him feel he’s not fighting this alone. We were all like in a home arrest so basically we’re forbid to use any gadgets for any means of communication. They even set police officers aside from securities to make sure we wouldn’t escape.”
Deby’s face get sadder. “Yeah. I heard that. How’d you get in here?”
“I sneaked out, and then I asked our manager that I need my phone to check my parents back at home, then I secretly copied your phone number.” Deby’s heart skipped a bit when Taehyung really show her the phone number he wrote on his palms. “But don’t worry, I did really checked my parents,” he said laughing.
Deby forced a smile. “Where’d u get the phone?”
“Oh, this?” then he show her a basic nokia phone. “I asked the maintenance man for a spare phone then he gave me this. He said he’s using this for work.”
She smiled. “Wow, your effort was truly remarkable.”
He shows a sheepish smile then nod. “How is she? Anna? I bet she’s so dead worried.”
“You wouldn’t imagine how she always stay late at night hoping he would come over. She’s still expecting that maybe he could try to sneak out and meet her.”
“Chim couldn’t do that as of now. He’s minimizing the use of his power. He have been craving and starving for blood but we all need to be careful. You know what’s going on.”
She released an exhausted breathe. “I hope everything will get better soon. I wouldn’t lie but these issues are wearing me out. Even me, I couldn’t get a wink at night thinking about Anna and Jimin. I am always scared that something bad might happen while I was asleep.”
Deby noticed how his adam’s apple bobbed up and down as if he had been holding something all by himself. He looked down, and the sadness envelope on his face.
“I’m sorry we made you to get so worried. We’re sorry that most of our fans had to deal with this. We don’t deserve the love and concerns they were pouring to us. Instead of giving them comfort, here we are, giving more trouble.”
Deby heaved a deep sigh and force a smile to show that everything is gonna be alright. She stepped closer to him and pats his arms.
“Life isn’t just about rainbows and unicorns or happiness and joy. We wouldn’t be able to test how strong our relationship has built over the year if there were no any challenges like this. You stayed with us through music. You listened to our vents and this is the least we could do to pay you back. We’re all in this together. We’ll walk this rough road side by side. We’re no longer just fans and idol relationship, but a best friend or family. We always have your back!”
Kim Taehyung raised his head and looked straight to her eyes. Deby’s heart shattered into pieces when she saw the broken eyes of his. It was welling and a blood shot image which have been obviously containing the pain alone. Kim Taehyung shoulders fell like he suddenly let the tensions and stress left his body.
“I have never been so scared in my life. I’m scared of the thought that they might do something against Park Jimin. I’m scared for all the what if’s. What if they’ll found out the truth and they demand for a death execution? What if the whole world turn their backs at him and suddenly also the fans? What if they couldn’t manage to accept for who he really is? And. . . what if even the Bangtan couldn’t accept him anymore?” his voice was shaking.
Deby tried to comfort him. “You both still have us. Your mom knows the Park Jimin behind his true identity. Anna’s love for him unconditionally and me? I’ve already accepted him! Yes, given it was hard to believe at first but as time goes by, you’ve eventually forget him as a bloodsucker Park Jimin, but a Park Jimin who has been good and kind to you.”
He nodded. “I guess life will get harder if he will leave.”
“No, he won’t and he will never.”
Kim Taehyung leaned down and she noticed how he quickly wiped his eyes using the sleeves of his coat. He obviously was trying to hide his crying side. Deby knows he had been holding this alone. She could see how he’s trying his best to keep afloat. To makes sure he’s a strong man everybody believes. But now, at this moment, he let all his masks to wear off to be real into his true feelings. That like any human, Kim Taehyung needs to be comforted also.
For once, a man had shown his weak side to her. And she don’t know how to react on it. She’s strange to any of this, but she wants him to know he’s not alone. And everything will be better. And no matter what happen, she will stay by his side.
She cleared her throat and hated to interrupt the emotional moment but she really needed to go back.
“I—I’m sorry but I really have to go back. I left Anna outside, I can’t stay any longer here. And remember you just sneak out? What if they have started searching for you? We don’t need another controversy here.”
He nodded and smile at her. But it was the saddest smile she have ever seen.
Deby added, “You need to go back as well. I’ll go out first, alright?” then she caressed his arms as if telling to be fine after and he nodded again. When she turned around to go back and started walking, Kim Taehyung had called her attention once again.
“Deb. . .”
She stopped and turned around as quickly as possible. She thought that maybe he forget something to tell.
“What is it?”
Kim Taehyung’s eyes played around the dusty basement. Looking at the wall. At the broken tables and chairs. At the door. At. . . anywhere. Then he gulped and took a deep breath. He’s hesitating and she remained standing there waiting in puzzlement.
“What is it?” she asked again.
His eyes alerted back to look at her. He bit the inside of his cheeks and scratched the back of his head.
“Can I. . .”
She waited.
“I mean. . . c- can I h- hug y-you?” he asked stuttering.
Caught from the sudden question, Deby just stared back at him, trying to sink in what he just asked a couple of seconds ago.
Kim Taehyung bit his lips and he felt so embarrassed.
“No forget it. I’m sorry it’s just—“
“No, its fine,” she suddenly replied back which made his eyes wider. “I understand you. It’s what you need right now. I don’t mind. At all. You can rely on me.”
She saw he released a long- exhausted breathe and without any words, he sprints forward to her and grabbed Deby by her arms and closed their distance.
Kim Taehyung hugged her tightly with his head on her left shoulder. He leaned down to level their heights since he’s towering her. His long arms wrapped around her body and she remained still shock and can’t completely fathom what she let him to do. Even she allowed him to hug her, she still felt completely lost. Her hands remained on her side.
Should she hug him back? Or pat him? Or keep her hands on herself?
She felt how he dug his face on the crook of her neck and his warm breathe almost make her go crazy. She could feel the fast beating heart inside his ribcage and how her own heart rapidly beating in rhythmic pattern along with his.
Deby gulped.
And Kim Taehyung’s eyes remained closed.
“Sorry. . .” he whispered with his deep- raspy voice.
She didn’t reply.
He opened his mouth again. “I was so scared. . . but thank you. Really.”
She just nodded.
Then without any internal battles, Deby unconsciously moved her arms to hug him back. Caressing and patting him for a comfort.
“I’m scared, too. Scared from what you’re doing now. . .” she thought.
— — —
Doo- Joon noticed that Anna was standing alone not too far from him. He looked around to find Deby but she’s completely nowhere to be found. He walks towards her with his hands stuck inside his pocket jeans.
“Where’s Deby?” he asked scanning around the whole place one more time.
Anna looked up at him. “She went to the restroom.”
He just nodded. “It’s getting colder in here, how bout we grab some coffees nearby? Just message your friend so she can follow us there. I’ll get sick if we stay out here any longer.”
She didn’t say anything, nor complained. She just followed after him when he left. They walked together side by side to cross the street. Doo- Joon suggested the nearest coffee shop just few blocks away from them. He noticed the silence of the girl beside him. The expression on her face couldn’t conceal the disturbed thoughts that she must have suffering all these weeks.
Suddenly, he remembered how vulnerable she was that night. It was the first time he saw her like that. She was all shaking when they busted the door open. Sank on the floor with her broken eyes, crying and trembling. It was a horrible sight and he still don’t know what really happened there. He doesn’t want to imagine that his friend Lee Gikwang hurt her in a way he couldn’t accept. After all, she’s still a woman. But the whole scene that night in Octagon was a mess. He wants to open up the topic but too scared it was too sensitive to talk too soon.
Anna and Doo- Joon both waited till the traffic light go green for those who want to cross the street. He glanced at her and noticed she was staring on her shoes.
Doo- Joon looked up at the traffic light and in just a blink, a black van pulled up in front of them grabbing Anna by force. He almost freeze on his spot due to panic and shocked but came back to his senses when he saw how Anna kept squirming while she was being dragged.
“Hey! Hey! What are you doing?! Let go of her!” he screamed and run towards the van to pull her back and to stop them from kidnapping her.
He saw the huge man covered Anna’s nose and mouth with a cloth then in just a couple of seconds she passed out. Yoon- Doo- Joon was alarmed and tried to stop the moving van. He grabbed the door to keep it open and he kept screaming for help. He saw three buffy men inside the van but he couldn’t see their faces clearly since they are all wearing a face mask. He made sure not to let go of the door while the van was running slowly and he’s trying his best to keep on track with it.
“Who are you?! Let go of my friend! Where are you taking her?!” he shouted.
They earned few onlookers yet no one dared to help them. The van was beginning to pick up its speed and he knows that’ll be dangerous for him. He tried to hop on and was glad when he made it. Tires squealing when the driver stomped the gas and the van sped up with the door left open.
Yoon- Doo- Joon punched the man who’s trying to kick him out but another man has caught him by arms while the other man covered his nose with the same cloth they used to Anna. In just two blinks, Doo- Joon get dizzy and the noises around him started fading. He felt like he fell into the water.
And he went unconscious.
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