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inevitably-johnlocked · 3 years

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Hey Steph, got any good old (maybe new?) bedsharing fics for a fanfic obsessed lurker?

Thanks 😘

Hey Nonny!!

Hahha! I actually just did a list recently of my old ones, but I just double-checked my offline lists and I actually DO have some fics on my next Bed Sharing list, so GUESS WHAT? Your ask is the one to start the next Bed Sharing one, LOL.

As usual, if anyone has any they’d like to add, especially if they’re brand new fics, let us know! <3

BEDSHARING Pt. 5

See also:

The Speckled Blonde / BedSharing

BedSharing Pt. 2 and Insecure Sherlock

Bed Sharing Pt. 3

Bed Sharing Pt. 4

Bed Sharing “Just Happens”

Soft. Happy. Content. by inevitably_johnlocked (G, 223 w., 1 Ch. || Sleepy Cuddles, Bed Sharing, Slice of Life, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Spooning, Morning After, Sherlock POV) – Sherlock reflects on his state of mind.

And When The Night Is Over by Simply Isnt On (K, 329 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Platonic Bed Sharing / Not Slash) – Sherlock and John sleep together.

I Knew You Loved Me by inevitably_johnlocked (T, 743 w., 1 Ch. || Morning Cuddles, Fluff, Clingy Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Slice of Life, Morning After, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Declarations of Love, Pet Name, Bed Sharing, Snuggles) – John and Sherlock share a lie-in the morning after their first time. So fluffy and gross your teeth will fall out. Part 4 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

Sleep Tonight by Jenn1984 (T, 1,220 w, 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Bed Sharing, Worried Sherlock, Sick John, Hugs/Cuddles, Touch Neediness) – Fingers begin prying open his jacket looking for a wound and John would really like to swat at them. No, he's not hit anywhere, he's just damn sick.- John Watson has a fever.

Loved. by inevitably_johnlocked (G, 1,231 w., 1 Ch. || First Sherlock POV, Slice of Life, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Nose Kisses, Morning After, Love Confessions, Morning Cuddles, Emotional Sherlock, Sentiment, Bed Sharing) – Sherlock reflects on his relationship with John. Part 5 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

Here to Stay by MockJayPhoenix12 (K, 1,574 w., 1 Ch. || Post Reunion, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Headache, Bed Sharing, Care Taker Sherlock, Hand Holding, Fluff) – On Sherlock's first day home, John wakes with a migraine.

The Perfect Place by SilverSmile (K+, 1,955 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Romance, 5 and Ones, Fluff, Experiments, Bed Sharing) – Sherlock attempts to find the perfect place to sleep, but his little experiment proves to be far more difficult than expected.

Insomnia by TheSingingGirl (K+, 2,635 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Humour, Bed Sharing, Sleepy Sherlock) – Sleep is merely the next frontier in what has become the battle to keep Sherlock alive. It's because of this that John ends up in bed with a sociopath.

Human Body Pillow by Lunavere (K, 4,122 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Five and Ones, Sleepy Johnlock, Bed Sharing) – A story about the five times John fell asleep on Sherlock, and the one time Sherlock fell asleep on him.

The Myth by AGirloftheSouth (M, 4,329 w., 1 Ch || Sex Toys / Anal Beads, PWP, Romance, Bottom John, Prostate Stimulation) – Sherlock believes something to be a myth. John proves him wrong.

When We Sleep by PrincessNala (K+, 6,660 w., 1 Ch || Post-TGG, Alternating POV, Bed Sharing, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Hurt/Comfort, Hugs) – Sherlock needed to feel every beat of his heart, every rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. It was the only way to completely assure himself that John was alive and right there next to him, and not dead, no, never dead…

To be loved by Strange_johnlock (E, 12,436 w., 8 Ch. || Post S3, Established Relationship, First Person POV Sherlock, Pet Names, Soft Sherlock, Mild ADHD, Protective John, Captain Watson, Body Appreciation, Bottomlock, Rough Sex, Travelling for Holidays, Introspection, Sherlock Loves John So Much It Hurts) – John is so deeply integrated into the work, both as my conductor of light, and as a great shot with a vicious right hook who tackles men -and women- no matter their size all in my defense. He protects me with all he can without question, and this loyalty is surely more than I deserve. Or: Sherlock is counting his blessings.

There's So Much Labour Just in Breathing Lately by Susan (E, 12,708 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF / Mentions of S3 Events, Romance, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Grieving John, Mutual Pining, Meddling Mycroft, Therapy, Ambiguous Hopeful Ending, Infidelity) – The dreams he hated most – the ones that left him a sweating, shaking mess when he woke – were the ones in which Sherlock was just Sherlock. Laughing or drinking tea. Sitting across the table from him at Angelo’s eating pasta. Trailing his open hand behind him on the way to the bedroom. “C’mon, John. I’m about to have my way with you.”

Kintsugi by distantstarlight (E, 14,772 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Regret / Remorse, Loneliness, Separation, Drug Use, Healing, Protective John, Sad Sherlock, Dev. Rel., Complicated Relationships, Love, Angst With Happy Ending, Sherlock is Called Freak, John’s Penance, Voyeurism, Doctor/Caretaker John, Guilty John, Detox, Fingering, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Slight Non-Con Turns Enthusiastic Consent, Virgin Sherlock) – Sherlock Holmes becomes estranged from the man he had once considered his best friend after John lets him down horribly in public. It seems that the world's only consulting detective will be on his own once again...or will he?

The Burning of the Leaves by blueink3 (M, 15,915 w., 3 Ch. || Post S4, Angst, Reichenbach, Parentlock, Past Jolto, Idiot John, Sherlock’s a Mess, Puppies, Fluff, Possessive / Jealous Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, Matchmaker Sholto, Melancholic Feelings, Emotional Sherlock, Domesticity, Love Confessions in the Rain, Kissing in the Rain, Pet Names, Panic Attack) – After the events of series 4, Major Sholto invites John and Sherlock to lunch one day. It nearly proves to be too much for their tenuous relationship as the past haunts the present, putting the future that Sherlock so desperately wants at risk.

A Silver Sixpence by _doodle (NC-17, 16,400 w., 2 Ch. || LJ Fic || For a Case / Case Fic, Fake Relationship, Humour, Romance, Marriage Proposal, Awkward Idiots, Cuddling, Touching, Kissing, Love Confessions, Bed Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fake Until It’s Not, Schmoop and Fluff, Bottomlock) – “John, we need to get married. It’s for a case, not any romantic notions on my part pertaining to our partnership,” Sherlock said, with brutal honesty, and without even looking up.

Division by MrsNoggin (E, 19,542 w., 11 Ch. || Coffee Shop AU || First Kiss/Time, Fluff, Barista Sherlock, Clingy Sherlock, POV John, John’s Limp, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Sleepy Cuddles, Sensuality, Touching, Virgin Sherlock, Insecure John) – John likes mysteries. And every morning he dips into the local independent coffee bar with his newspaper and ponders another... one Sherlock Holmes.

Out of the Woods by SilentAuror (E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...

Insanity in the Middle by DotyTakeThisDown (E, 28,010 w., 8 Ch. || Equestrian Sports AU || Alternate First Meeting, POV John, Pining John, Bottomlock, Clueless Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Passionate Kisses, Hand Holding, Caught Making Out, Bed Sharing, Spooning, Blow Job) – John is a world-class eventing rider with a gold medal and several four-star wins to his credit, but he's never won at Rolex. Sherlock is an up-and-coming rider taking the sport by storm.

A Home for Us by sussexbound (M, 30,581 w., 12 Ch. || Scars, Bedsharing, Grief, Doctor John, Hurt/Comfort, Post-TRF, Implied/Referenced Torture, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation, Heavy Emotions, Clingy Sherlock, Hallucinations, Disassociation, Emotional Turmoil) – He has been on the road for two years, and he is exhausted. He’s almost accepted that he will never see London (John) again—almost. But then there are nights like tonight, where he is weak, and all he can think of is the warmth of the flat they once shared, the crackle of the fire in the hearth, the teasing smile playing at the corner of John’s lips, the boxes of half-eaten Chinese takeaway balanced precariously in their laps. He aches at the memory of it, at the realisation that it is something he may never experience again.

Anchor Point by trickybonmot (E, 49,856 w., 80 Ch. || Truman Show AU || Psychological Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Dark Characters / Fic, Alternating First/Third Person, Protective John, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Tender Moments, Love Confessions, Hand/Blow Jobs, Cuddling, Jealous John, First Kiss/Time) – The world tunes in nightly for Sherlock, the ultimate in reality TV: Sherlock Holmes, a real person with a legendary name, unknowingly lives out his life in a staged setting contrived by his brother. Things get complicated when a retired army doctor joins the show to play the part of Sherlock's closest friend. This fic borrows its concept from the 1998 film, the Truman Show. However, you don't need to have any knowledge of the movie to enjoy this story.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock...

A Goose Quill Dipped in Venom by Polyphony (M, 52,748 w., 16 Ch. || Celebrity John AU || Alternate First Meeting, TV Host John, Supermodel Mary, Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Case Fic, First Kiss/Time, Meddling Mycroft, Drug Abuse, Doctor John, PDA, Deductions, POV Sherlock, Toplock, Sexual Tension, Angry/Rough Sex, Hopeful Ending, Asperger’s Sherlock) – Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, is called in to a very ordinary although brutal murder. Something is badly out of tune with the whole scenario and Sherlock finds himself becoming more and more obsessed with the crime - and also with the victim.

Isosceles by SilentAuror (E, 56,609 w., 7 Ch. || Post-S4, POV John, Original Male Character / Sherlock Dates Another Man, Love Triangle, Jealous John, Virgin Sherlock, Sexual Coaching, Angst, Romance, Domesticity, Unrequited Feelings, Miscommunication, First Kiss/Time, For a Case, Friends With Benefits, Bottomlock, Love Confessions, Spooning) – After solving a case for a major celebrity, Sherlock gets himself asked out. When John asks, he discovers that Sherlock has no intention of going, at least not until John agrees to coach him through whatever he might need to know for his date...

Lunar Landscapes by J_Baillier (M, 57,046 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || S3/TAB Fix-It, Slow Burn Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Confessions, Drugs, Pain, Medical, Injury, Sherlock Whump, Mental Health Issues, Panic Attacks, Romance, Secrets, Tragedy, Trauma, BAMF John, Doctor!John, Drug Addict Sherlock, Injured Sherlock, Grieving John, Idiots In Love, Protective John, POV John Watson, PTSD Sherlock, Sherlock is a Mess, Medical Realism) – An accident forces John to face the fact that Sherlock's downward spiral had started long before his flight to exile even left the tarmac.

Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."

Just To Hold You Close by sussexbound (E, 70,841 w., 18 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, Sherlock POV, ASD Sherlock, PTSD John, Demisexual Sherlock, Bisexual John, Cuddling/Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Enthusiastic Consent, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Sexual Tension, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddle Negotiations, For a Case Until It Isn’t, Hair Petting, Sexual Negotiation, Anxiety, Trust Issues, Slow Burn, Panic Attacks, Frottage, Hand/Blow Jobs, Referenced Self Harm / Abuse / Suicidal Ideation, First Kiss/Time, Anal) – When a woman is murdered and the last person to see her alive is recently invalided army vet turned reluctant (and prickly) professional cuddler, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes is pulled into a world of intimacy and intrigue he never could have imagined. John is a conundrum and mystery: frank yet reserved, tender yet angry, open yet afraid. Sherlock is instantly drawn into his orbit, and begins to feel and desire things he never has before.

Gold Rush by ShirleyCarlton (E, 71,783 w., 17 Ch. || Post S3 / No Mary, Friends to Lovers, Mentions of Past Sexual Abuse, First Kiss, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Alternating POV, Switchlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Marriage Proposal, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abduction, Anxious/Insecure Sherlock, Miscommunication, Emotional Lovemaking) – John has divorced Mary and pops round to 221B one evening to find Sherlock in the middle of a case. As Sherlock tries to find the identity of a young woman’s stalker, John realises he can no longer deny his feelings for Sherlock – which then, to their befuddlement, turn out to be mutual. Shy kisses and tentative embraces ensue. But will Sherlock be able to cast off a shadow from his past that he thinks might prevent John from wanting to stay?

Thermocline by J_Baillier (M, 83,557 w., 14 Ch. || Scuba Diving AU || Adventure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Marine Archaeology, Asexual Sherlock, Horny John, Relationship Drama, Technical/Scuba/Wreck Diving, Slow Burn, Underwater / Medical Peril, Doctor John, Hurt Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, John POV, Protective John, Body Appreciation) – John "Five Oceans" Watson — technical dive instructor, dive accident analyst and weapon of mass seduction — meets recluse professor of maritime archaeology Holmes. As they head out to a remote archipelago off the coast of Guatemala to study and film its shipwrecks for a documentary, will sparks fly or fizzle out?

Kintsukuroi by sussexbound (E, 91,823 w., 20 Ch. || S4 Compliant / Post-TLD, Grief / Mourning, PTSD, Internalized Homophobia, Therapy, Past Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Suicidal Ideation, Masturbation, Minor Character Death, Sexting, Frottage, Inexperienced Sherlock, Rimming / Anal / BJ’s, Emotional Turmoil, Finding Each Other) – “I love you.” Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force. He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling. “I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can. Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point. This had to happen. Now it has. Now they can see where they end up. The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily. “Do you even know what that means?”

The Summer Boy by khorazir (T, 94,706 w., 6 Ch. || Post S3/Post TAB/Alternate S4, Friends to Lovers, Flashbacks, Sussex, Bullying, 1980′s Kid Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Inexperienced Sherlock, Grief/Mourning, Pining Sherlock, Background Case Fic) – About half a year after the fateful events at Appledore, Sherlock and John embark on a private case in Sussex. For Sherlock, it’s a journey into his past, bringing up memories both happy and sad that he has locked away for almost thirty years. For John, it means coming to terms with the present – and a potential future with Sherlock. Part 1 of the The Summer Boy series

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU || BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

The Bang and the Clatter by earlgreytea68 (M, 137,049 w., 37 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Baseball AU || Slow Burn / Dev. Rel., Possessive/Obsessive Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Mutual Pining, Body Appreciation, Depression, Closeted Sexuality, Family, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Ogling Each Other, Anxious Sherlock, Panic Attack, Drunkenness, Talk of Forever, Big Feelings™) – Sherlock Holmes is a pitcher and John Watson is a catcher. No, no, no, it's a baseball AU. Part 1 of Baseball

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

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scxrlettwxtches · 3 years

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urgent romance intervention | kim seungmin

genre: slight angst, fluff, humor

warnings: none!

prompt: everyone thinks we’re already dating, but we’re just best friends--oh wait--

word count: ~3.2k

a/n: first of all, im so sorry for literally dropping off the face of the earth after opening requests. i’ve been in a deep writing slump and i just managed to somewhat pull myself out of it with this fic. >.< to the lovely anon who sent this, im so so sorry if this isnt as good as you wanted it! i’ve just been having a very hard time writing. i hope this isn’t too far off from what you expected! as always, im so so grateful to everyone who has supported this blog, it means so much to me! love you all! <3

“We are not dating!”

This was absolutely ridiculous. Of all the crazy things you had imagined yourself doing once you got to college, you never thought you'd be having to deny dating allegations (from some pretty close friends, no less). What made this situation even more bizarre, was the fact that the topic of these allegations, your supposed “boyfriend,” was none other than your best friend, Kim Seungmin.

“There's no need to be so private, Y/N. We aren't prudes here,” Jisung looked far too smug sitting across from you as you worked on your project together at a random campus cafe with your other group member, Minho.

You couldn't help but scoff at his words, writing in your notebook with a little more ferocity than usual. A little was an understatement, actually; your pencil was practically cutting into three pages at this point, “I'm not being private, I'm being honest. I'm not dating Seungmin.”

“Are you sure?” Jisung continued to press for details, leaning forward with wide eyes.

“I think I'd be aware if I was dating my best friend,” you rolled your eyes, taking another big bite of your croissant, holding it with your left hand as you continued to take notes with your right.

Minho coughed and muttered the words similar to, “You'd be surprised,” under his breath, but you were too sick of this conversation to care.

You had a total of five minutes of pleasant peace and quiet when Jisung spoke up once more, “I think you two are cute, for what it’s worth,” he said, nibbling at his cheesecake.

“I very much appreciate it, but I’d appreciate it much more if you actually worked on our project,” you smiled pleasantly, gripping your mechanical pencil so hard you were sure it would snap. Jisung huffed, blowing the hair out of his face when your phone buzzed on the table.

“Oh, it’s your boyfriend,” Minho interjected with a smug smile.

You scowled. You definitely didn’t get enough sleep to be in the mood to deal with this, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you rolled your eyes, grabbing your phone.

“Are you sure? I bet you it’s him.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. He’s in class right now, and you know Seungmin hates to text--” your voice died right in your throat as you stared at the notification. What the hell was going on? Since when did Seungmin ever text anyone during his classes? But phones don’t lie, and the alert was definitely about the two unread messages from your best friend.

seungmo

wanna get dinner tonight?

i got a reservation at the hotel restaurant you like

how in the world did you get that?! i try to get it for special occasions and i always have to book like three months in advance

seungmo

just some connections

wanna go?

hell yeah. see ya soon :)

“So, who’s the lucky texter?” Jisung put his elbows on the table, smiling at you with a devious smirk.

You gave both him and Minho a wary glare as you slipped your phone back into your bag, flipping around your textbook again and continuing to work on the project as you muttered, “Seungmin.”

“Ah, see? I knew he cared about you more than school,” Minho sighed dreamily, which honestly made you want to hurl, “That’s true love, isn’t it, Sungie?”

Jisung nodded fervently and you finally snapped, throwing your pen down, “Why the fuck does everyone think we’re dating?! We’re not!”

“Oh yeah? So what did he text you about?” Jisung asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

You pursed your lips, snapping once more, “Just about--” you faltered slightly, processing Seungmin’s messages as your expression morphed from indignant to almost confused.

“About what, Y/N?” Jisung tried again, a smile already quirking his lips upward as he studied your expression. Damn him. Damn Minho. Damn this whole fucking thing.

“About going out for dinner,” you answered under your breath, resting your chin on your arms as you muttered defensively, “It’s not even that big of a deal. We eat dinner together all the time.”

Minho snorted, “Of course. I bet he even said he made reservations at some fancy ass restaurant,” When the only answer to his accusation was silence, he couldn’t help but scoff, “For someone as bright as you, you’re pretty oblivious about flirting, aren’t you?”

“Watch it,” There was an undertone of a growl as you bared your teeth at him, “I’m the only reason you’re all getting A’s on this project. Don’t test me.”

Jisung shrugged, “If it means finally getting you laid, I’m willing to take an L,” he said simply, twirling his pen as your cheeks grew flush, and with an angry huff, taking your notebook and smacking his arm with it.

“My sexual life is none of your business,” you snapped, steam practically shooting out of your head as you glared at the two boys. How you three ended up being friends was always going to be something you’d never understand.

“It was none of our business because there was nothing to talk about. Things are different now, sweetie,” Minho snickered, giggling with Jisung like a pair of gossipy school girls as he whispered to you , “Trust me, I got this information first hand. Did you know Seungmin actually has a monster--”

“That’s it. You’re doing this project on your own.”

“W-wait--Y/N!”

“Of course you can skip overtime today! It’s not like you’re ever obligated to stay,” your boss at the local bookstore said happily as you hesitantly asked her if it would be alright if you didn’t close up for the day.

Still, despite her reassurances, you bit your lip, “A-are you sure? I could tell my friend to just go with someone else,” you trailed off just as the woman took your hands in hers, shaking her head fervently.

“No, no, no, don’t do that. Of course, you can leave at six. Hell, I wouldn’t even mind if you left at five since you already do so much for me,” she chuckled, smiling at you, “Where are you going? Party? Club?”

“No,” you said with a sheepish smile to compliment her wolfish grin. You both knew that alcohol was definitely not your thing “Just a fancy dinner at a fancy place, apparently.”

"Oh! With a boyfriend?" She asked as the two of you walk around sorting the newly arrived books into different categories.

Your face burned with embarrassment, "No, it's just Seungmin," you muttered in response, carrying a stack of books over to a large pile of nonfiction novels.

"So, a boyfriend," she said simply, not even bothering to look at you.

Unlike with Minho and Jisung, you couldn't blow up at her or snap. Not just because she was your boss, but because Mrs. Kim was probably the sweetest woman alive, and you could never bear saying anything remotely rude towards her.

"Seungmin isn't my boyfriend, Mrs. Kim," you replied politely as you checked a book for rips or printing errors before putting it into the newly growing pile.

"He's not? But he's always looking after you, dear!" Mrs. Kim looked almost offended by your denial, which was exactly what you were trying to avoid.

You shuffled uncomfortably, "Well, we've been best friends for years, and his mom would kill him if he didn't take care of me,” you quickly fumbled for an excuse and smiled like you were being forced to take a yearbook photo or pose with the sun hitting your eyes.

"I've never seen a best friend spend his whole paycheck getting their friend a limited edition of a book series they were dying to get," Mrs. Kim pointed out rather dryly. Where was this sass coming from? Was this really the same woman that fed you homemade pastries on your first day of work? It certainly didn't feel like it.

"He only bought it because I was practically nagging him for months,” your excuses became more relaxed as you let them spill off your lips more. After all, they've lived in your head for the last seven years. It was just like dusting off an old notebook.

"Oh, this is ridiculous," Mrs. Kim threw her hands up in utter exasperation as she barked, "Hyunjin!"

The poor boy almost dropped the pile of books he was carrying as his head whipped up to look at Mrs. Kim with a panicked expression. He never really got over the trauma of spilling tea all over Mrs. Kim's favorite book even though she forgave him after a day of sulking.

"Yes?" he squeaked, his eyes wide as he was probably preparing himself to die at the hands of your boss. It would be almost funny how afraid Hyunjin was of a sixty year old woman if you weren't just as terrified of her when she barked your name.

"Who's Y/N dating?" she asked.

Hyunjin's panicked expression all but vanished as he realized that he wasn't the one in trouble, and he answered matter-of-factly as he glanced over at you, "Seungmin. Why?"

You sputtered in indignation. First Jisung, then Minho, and now Hyunjin, too?

"We're not dating!" You exclaimed for what was probably the twentieth time in the last two hours alone.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, "Please, you're not fooling anybody here."

You gawked at Hyunjin, unsure whether you wanted to sock him in the face or rat him out to Changbin for replacing the rapper's shampoo with pink dye, "What in the world gave you the idea that we're together?"

"Y/N, you two literally hold hands unironically," Hyunjin pointed out.

"Friends do that all the time!"

"He ditches us in an instant whenever you call him to hang out."

"That's because you guys see each other every day, and I only get to see him on the weekends."

"He was literally draped around you during movie night last weekend."

"Maybe he's just touchy."

Hyunjin glanced at you with a skeptical eyebrow, immediately calling out your bullshit, "You didn't seriously call Kim Seungmin a touchy person, did you?"

You looked away scowling, because Hyunjin always had an uncanny knack for seeing through people's masks. Especially with you; you knew he always suspected your hidden feelings for your best friend, even when the rest of his friends were happily oblivious.

Mrs. Kim raised a disbelieving eyebrow, "Are you so against the idea of dating him? Because let me tell you, as a girl that hooked up with boys left and right during my prime time-"

"Oh my god, Mrs. Kim, I really didn't need to hear that," you groaned in mortification, covering your flushed face with a book.

"He's one of the good ones," Mrs. Kim finished before glancing at you with a bemused smile, "If it's not because you don't want him, then what's the problem, dear?"

You felt cornered. It wasn't fair. Hyunjin and Mrs. Kim were looking at you like they knew everything when they didn't. They didn’t know how much you’ve pined over this man, how much carefully crafted effort and time you’ve spent trying desperately to get over him.

"I don't want to think that I'm special and then have to wake up to the cruel realization that I'm not," you said flatly, although from the shift in Hyunjin's expression, he could hear the pained inflection hidden in your voice.

He opened his mouth to say something probably reassuring when Mrs. Kim interrupted, “So it's fear. What are you afraid is going to happen?”

This was definitely the wrong time to be having a conversation like this, during working hours when you were supposed to probably be helping customers. But there was no one in the store and no one outside about to come in either, so you couldn't help but be a little revealing.

“We don't go to the same school anymore,” you explained uncomfortably, “If he hasn't already, he'll probably meet someone kinder, gentler, softer than I could ever be. I don't even have the advantage of time on my side now.”

“Okay, first off,” Hyunjin interrupted, glancing at Mrs. Kim and then back at you, “Seungmin has never looked at anyone the way he looks at you. He's totally hung up on you, just like he was back in high school."

"You don't know that," you muttered, fumbling with your fingers.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, "Don't tell me what I know and don't know. I literally see him checking his messages for your replies at least twice every ten minutes."

“Stop it,” you snapped, looking at him, eyes blazing, “Stop making this sound obvious. You don’t have any right to act like a fucking love expert when all everyone does is fawn over you--”

“Okay, both of you need to cool off. We’re still in a bookstore here,” Mrs. Kim glared at Hyunjin who immediately lost his high horse attitude and ducked away to keep working.

"Darling," Mrs. Kim took your hands in hers, the anger on her face softening into an expression akin to sympathy, "I don't know what you've gone through to think that you're not worthy, but take it from the words of an old woman. If a boy is waiting for you to get off of work with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, chances are that he thinks of you as more than a friend."

You blinked at her in confusion before following her line of sight, and your heart did a weird backflip as you saw none other than Kim Seungmin, standing outside of the bookstore with a sheepish smile and bouquet of roses in his hands.

This was definitely the strangest day of your life, you thought as you sat directly across from Seungmin, absently admiring the rose petals. It was one thing for Seungmin to take you out for dinner (he always liked spending his big fat paycheck from interning at that fancy tech company), but the flowers threw you off.

Weren’t roses meant for dates? Was this a date? You looked around at the lavish restaurant, the candlelit atmosphere and the plethora of couples eating around you.

No, definitely not a date.

"Are you alright?" Seungmin asked with the gentle smile he only showed you. Funny, was it Hyunjin corrupting your mind, or did Seungmin's eyes sparkle when you looked at him?

You nodded, carefully putting down the flowers on the ground underneath your chair to make sure no one accidentally steps on them, "Yeah, I just had a weird day."

"Weird how?" Seungmin reached for your hand that was resting on the table, causing your stomach to do a somersault. Damn those stupid boys who just don't know when to keep their mouths shut! You just can't stop overthinking things anymore!

Wait. Now that you think about it, no thanks to those little shits, Seungmin has been abnormally affectionate the last few times you've hung out, holding your hand, letting you rest your head on his shoulder when you got tired, even full on cuddling with you when Jisung hosted a group movie night at his apartment. You'd reasoned it all in your head that he was probably just going through his more clingy phases, but now thinking back, Seungmin never liked to cuddle, even in his most clingy moments. And yet, he'd wordlessly pulled you to his chest that movie night as if he'd wanted you to cuddle with him all his life, even when his friends were around.

“Y/N?” He prompted gently, his eyes now filled with a hint of concern as he rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb.

The rational part of you wanted to just forget this whole thing. The boys say dumb shit all the time; how can this be any different? It would be so simple, so easy for you to just do as you’ve always done when it came to your feelings and run away.

But your heart, your lonely heart that has known nothing but secret glances and unrequited love was aching to take a chance. Minho, Jisung, and Hyunjin were idiots, but they weren’t cruel. They wouldn’t give you this false hope for nothing.

And for the first time, your heart won over, and you decided to be honest.

“Well, the boys keep saying that we’re dating,” you chuckled sheepishly, trying not to focus on Seungmin’s hand wrapped around yours.

To your surprise, Seungmin’s eyes grow wide as saucers as he all but squeaked, “They what now?”

You blinked, trying to be too taken aback by his reactions, “Minho and Jisung just yabbering on about us, and Hyunjin didn’t bat an eye when my boss asked him who I was dating,” you glanced at him, throwing caution to the wind as you asked hesitantly, “You don’t happen to know about this, right?”

Seungmin might as well have held up a giant flashing sign that said he absolutely knew about it. His ears grew bright red, redder than you’ve ever seen them turn, and he stammered for a moment, trying to find his words, “I-I--um--I told them not to use that plan.”

The carefully crafted excuse to get both of you out of this awkward situation that you held on the tip of your tongue immediately disintegrated, “W-what plan?” you stuttered out in disbelief.

Seungmin looked almost crushed as he pulled his hand out of yours, putting his head in his hands as he rested his arms on the table, “This stupid plan they made for me to ask you out,” he muttered, and if your hearing was ever so slightly worse, you would’ve missed those words completely.

“Why would you need a plan to ask me out?” you asked, and your heart could almost leap out of your chest at this point. It felt horrid waiting, waiting for the confession or the rejection. You’d almost regretted opening this can of worms when Seungmin suddenly looked up at you, his expression distraught.

“Why?” he repeated, smiling bitterly, “Was I really so out of your league that you didn’t notice how in love with you I’ve been this entire time?”

Your mind went blank and it felt as if someone had yanked the ground out from under you. This whole image of unrequited affection, this whole idea that you were never good enough for Seungmin to even look your way, it was all a farce, a con that was now being torn apart by his simple question.

“S-seungminnie,” your voice refused to work the way you wanted it to, and you stumbled over your words, “I didn’t know--I’m so sorry--I had no idea…”

“Hey, it’s alright,” Seungmin immediately sounded concerned as he watched you fall apart in front of him, “You didn’t do anything wrong, you have nothing to be sorry for--”

“I thought I wasn’t good enough for you!” You blurted out, looking into his warm, brown eyes as the shame bubbled out of your chest and you lowered your head, “I thought...I thought you would find someone better than me at your new university, at your new job.”

Seungmin sighed, and he reached over, resting to fingers under your chin and tilting your head up to look at him as he smiled, “There’s no one else I want except you,” he whispered, and you could’ve sworn your heart combusted right there.

And when Seungmin took you to the Christmas lights after dinner, the bouquet of roses still in your arms as he pressed his soft lips against yours, you couldn’t wait to go up to your friends the next day and proudly declare that yes, you were absolutely dating Kim Seungmin.

(and maybe give them a Starburst for making it happen.)

a/n: im sorry im rereading this and it’s trash plsdontkillme

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blisslilywrites · 4 years

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I'm back with the Jessica rabbit ask? Shigiraki stain and overhaul maybe?

A/N: So Im not the most familiar with these bad bois but I hope I did them justice. Btw for Stain’s one, it’s the public finding out about his gf and like slightly yandere. Aaand on another sidenote,, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SHIGGY!! ~lily

SHIGARAKI TOMURA:

The League was making their escape after another mission ended a bit too quickly cuz of some meddling heroes

Kurogiri wasn’t there to provide a quick way to escape so they had to resort to running through the city, hidden in the shadows of course

Somehow, through forces unknown to man, they bumped into you along their escape route

The moment you see them, your eyes grew wide

Shigaraki groaned inwardly cuz he knew how this showdown would go

The rest of the league were a bit confused.

A civilian had just seen them, wanted villains, and their boss isn’t making any move to stop her from reporting them

Before anyone could attempt to threaten you, you ran up to Shigaraki and gave him a huge hug

Everyone: Umm nani???

What bothered them even more was that Shigaraki seemed...ok with all this?

“Aaa To-chan~~ I’ve missed you so much…” you pouted

Everyone: Nani wtf what how why wha-- *brain overloaded with unanswerable questions*

Once everyone recovered from their little short circuit, Shigaraki told them you were his girlfriend and not to worry since you knew about the league and won’t report them

Ngl he seemed lowkey annoyed at the whole thing but isnt he always

They just looked at you in awe

Wow, Shigaraki actually has interests in women and romance huh?

Not to mention, you were really attractive

And that voice of yours…

None of them really seemed to want to believe that someone like you was dating Shigaraki Tomura™

Then Toga literally just asked you why

“Well, why not?” you said with a seductive smile aimed at Shigaraki

They didn’t really know where to go from here until Compress reminded them they were still in the middle of an escape

Oh right…

You gave shiggy a small kiss on the cheek and waved goodbye to the league as they ran off into the shadows

Something tells you that you’ll see them all again pretty soon

Whether it’s on the news or in person

HERO KILLER: STAIN / Akaguro Chizome

You two have always kept your relationship under wraps

It was for your own safety, after all

However, news of Stain having a girlfriend spread across rumor groups all over the nation

They were all just rumors until someone managed to snap a pic of you and Stain locked in a tight embrace

Everyone was pretty shocked...for different reasons

Most fans couldn’t accept it and felt betrayed

They believed you were a distraction from Stain’s true goal and purpose

Still, there were many others who appreciated you as it showed them Stain also had someone to fight for

And that someone was hella hot, according to the picture at least

This kind of stuff always ends up going viral and in your case, it did within a matter of days

Fanart and fanfics of the two of you filled the net

That along with the multitudes of intense shippers made you guys a beautifully tragic OTP

A lot of stuff went down in the Stain x Mystery Hottie fandom and let’s just say we dont talk about that anymore…

The same was true of those who hated you. You received a few death threats and even had someone stalk and almost attack you

Thank goodness Stain was there though

Oh yeah did I mention how upset Stain was with all this and he hasnt even seen the art or fics smh

He was absolutely livid

The world wasn’t supposed to know about you. You were supposed to be his and his alone to cherish.

From then on, he spent a great deal of time and effort keeping you hidden. You didn’t mind much since you knew it was for the best

You knew from the beginning that being in a relationship with Stain wasn’t going to be easy.

You never once tried to leave though

And that was something Stain would always appreciate, love even, about you

OVERHAUL / Chisaki Kai

Things have been a bit rough lately and so you and Chisaki finally made the decision for you to move to the Shie Hassaiki base

When he brought you to there, it didn’t seem like anyone was around

“They’re all out on a mission,” he explained

Chisaki then left you to go do some work and you quickly made yourself at home

Around evening time, you got really hungry and Chisaki still hadn’t come back to check on you

So you did something you probably figured was a little stupid...

You left your room to go look for him

And maybe to get some food if you could find any

The only problem was that the compound was huge and you quickly found yourself lost in its seemingly endless hallways

You were getting desperate when you turned a corner and bumped into a group of men in scary-looking masks

They were all pretty shocked when they saw you

Their base wasn’t supposed to be infiltrated this easily, especially by someone who seemed to be a civilian

One of them, the biggest, meanest looking one, walked up to you and grabbed you gruffly by the arm

“What are you doing here?”

You tried to calmly explain that Chisaki brought you here

They didn’t exactly believe you though and were probably just trying to figure out how best to kill or torture you

You sighed, figuring you should just use your trump card

“I’m his girlfriend.”

They still didn’t believe you

Before you could say anything more though, a loud voice spoke up from behind you

“What do you think you’re doing with my woman?”

It was filled with so much iciness and calm hostility

Like literally you could feel a chill run down your spine

It was even worse for the idiots who tried to kill you

They were practically shaking in fear when they realized you weren’t lying

Long story short, you calmed Chisaki down and the men were spared

Whatever doubt they had about someone like you being Chisaki’s girlfriend was kept to themselves as they profusely apologized over and over

Since then though, they seemed to have developed a lot respect as well as fear of you

Afterall, you were one of the only people Chisaki actually listened to

And that was no easy feat indeed

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Charmed 2x12 Review SPOILERS!!!!!!

Okay let's do this. Sorry I skipped one but times are hectic. For entertainment I give it an 8/10. Same format. Dislikes, likes and highlights

Dislikes

1. Macy Kneeling to Abby.

Let's just get this one out the way. I can see where they might have been going with this.

They maybe are trying to move away from the ambiguous route with abby (trying to make her sympathetic with her whole patriarchy thing and her dead mom) I mean she is progressively becoming more predatory with Harry so with that in mind, this was possibly one of the "abby is really a bad person not a feminist as she is only out for her own gain and not the empowerment of all women". And I can get that maybe they were also trying to show "look Macy is willing to do the most degrading thing possible just for the chance at rebuilding that power of three/charmed bond with her sisters for the protection of the magical community".

But listen.....

We all know Abigael isnt a star feminist. We already know (although we dont exactly know) that she has some sort of plan up her sleeve to be weary of.

There has been too much attempted ambiguity and the main characters letting her get away with terrible things that the message isnt coming across.

Plus Maybe yes showing Macy being willing to do something that really probably hurt all of us (epecially those of us who are minorities) to watch, may have been to drive home the differences between her and Macy and play up Macy's love for her sisters

But like we know Macy and Abby arent similar (as much as you writers tried to play that up at first). And you know just adding more sister bonding moment and just the fact that Macy was willing to go to abby after all the previous stuff was enough to show she was desperate? Maybe just add more sister bonding moments so we can see how dedicated they are to each other?

Maybe? Just saying.

If the writers are finally going to commit to Abby being a full on villian then I guess the seen was worth cementing that she is horrible (sort of).

Here's my question though as I consider whether the scene was worth it. Who is this show for and what is it trying to show? I mean if it is for minorities and women then i can see how showing these historical and current issues (conflict of power and consideration among women where race is concerned) then I guess showing it and having that controversy makes sense. But like we live it.

As minorities we already know. I know I struggle between wanting my experience shown and also wanting to watch something where for once the minority characters arent subjected to that experience. Charmed did better at addressing controversy and women's issues in season 1. I dont care if it was "obvious" or "heavy handed" because when it is not you basically get the kneeling scene where you dont know what the point was, if it was necessary, and are left feeling hurt or bitter about it.

2. Hacy Kiss.

Listen Brenda/on, this is on my like and dislike list. I will mention what I dislike about it.

The first thing is that it was a fantasy. I mean yes I like that we get full on confirmation that Macy has romantic feelings for Harry and not just considering that she might have them, but I honestly hate the fact that they would tease us like that. Especially when Macy is at a low moment. Which I will get into.

They are kinda ruining Macy for me. Listen, at this point they havent given us enough insight into Macys feelings or thoughts to understand why she isnt pursuing Harry. We can speculate and infer based on previous seasons and some of what the writers or showrunners say on twitter, but this season itself hasnt done much in showing Macy's thought process and so it falls flat. It isnt her reluctance to let people in or not wanting to get involved with someone after Galvin since she does pursue Julian and gets serious relatively quickly. She, at least now we it is confirmed, has those feelings for Harry, but is still choosing to be with someone else inspite of those feelings. I hate that. Harry is obviously tempted by abby and is being naive with her, but he isnt pursuing her and has blocked her advances (except the kiss) so far which may change who knows, but the point is if Macy was just casually dating and enjoying Julian's company I would be like okay, still hate that she would lead someone on when she has feeling for someone else, but if its casual there is less of a chance of the other person being hurt.

I cant get behind Julian x Macy, not because of Julian (who so far is perfect and probably going to be a villian or some how connected to the villians because it is a common trope) but because of Macy. Julian x Macy isnt Healthy because Macy knows she has feelings for someone else. She is using him. That isnt to say she doesnt genuinely like or care about him, but at the end of the day she is using him. Which is crappy because Julian so far seems like a great guy and doesnt deserve being the "distraction". I mentioned this all the time but my least favorite love triangles are the ones where one person is using the other.

Healthy would be Macy and Julian being friends while she works through her feelings and then decides who she wants to be with. Not being with someone while having feelings for someone else.

Macy was shown in season 1 to be rational and could be rational to the point of compartmentalizing and coming off as cold. So maybe that is where they are drawing from, but again little effort has been made on the part of the writers to show what's going on in her brain other than that fantasy kiss. And again I am still like....okay so what does that mean in the long run you butts!!!

3. Helen's suicude

I am so iffy about how shows portray people completing suicide. Like on one hand I get that them showing her exercising free will, but suicide portrayed as a positive rather than a tragedy is just....ugh for me. I still am not sure how I feel overall about it.

Lore wise I hate that they use it to explain why Harry and jimmy couldnt kill each other, because in an interview rupert claimed Harry was immortal now because of the elder thing and the show said it in that first episode. So like are both true? So if harry tries to stab himself like Helen will he just end up back in the coffin and alive since she is immortal?

I mean we are 12 episodes in and have about 10 to go so we really should be working towards a cohesive lore and storyline not adding confusing or not well explained layers. The world building they did in the first half was a lot better which makes me wonder what they heck is going on in the writing room.

Likes

1. Parkerita

Let me explain. While I fancy Jordan x Maggie together. I'd prefer that be a slow burn and steady friendship first. Parker seems to be Maggie's first love. It makes sense that she is still grieving and holding on. While I kind of wanted to be done with Parkerita in fairness to all the season 1 romances that where tossed out, I like the nod to Phole. I felt the OG Phole relationship was not healthy, but I liked the tradgedy of it. I think if new Charmed wants to wrestle with that and do it better (although my faith in the writers is low right now) then I wouldnt be against it. I love a good tradgedy and I sat through Phole so I'll sit through this one.

2.Hacy kiss

I love that the writers finally did something to show us what is going on in Macys brain. I need more (not necessarily Harry fantasies but I wont complain if we get more of those). I do hope a real Hacy kiss is a bit different because one one hand the fact Macy wanted to kiss harry when she was feeling down says something to me about how she feels about him and that she still trusts him (but it could, If I wanted to be cynical, just be more evidence that Macy skews towards using people when she is repressing or feeling down although she didnt actually kiss him, if she had I think I would have not liked it in that particular moment given it would have felt more like using him that expressing feelings)

Highlights

1. Abby really thinks no means maybe 😒 . . .

2. Mel is a lesbian magnet and I'd be fine with her just casually dating while all this other crap is going on as long as she is happy

2. Helen

3. These horror movie vibes though!!

#the cw charmed #charmed reboot #charmed cw #charmed #charmed 2018 #charmed 2018 spoilers #charmed spoilers #hacy #macy x harry #harry x macy #harry greenwood #macy vaughn #mel vera #maggie vera

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alwayschoosechocolate · 5 years

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Are we even speaking the same language? (Part 7)

Sophie moves to Seoul to become a language assistant at one of Seouls biggest music companies. Even though her Korean is far from perfect, she quickly seems to get along with some of the biggest stars in the company. But the language might not be the only barrier, she has to overcome.

Characters: All seven members of BTS, paring between Namjoon x main character

Word count: 6304

Genre: romance, angst, fluff, smut (only mentions so far)

Comments: When the dialog is written in cursive, it’s in Korean. When it’s bold, it’s in danish.

Masterpost with the other parts of the story, can be found here (x)

“Soph?”

Namjoons soft voice wrestled her out of the heavy clouds of sleep. She turned her head towards the sound, squinting her eyes at the daylight streaming in the room from the window. Namjoon was standing next to her bed.

“Huh?”

“I have to get to the studio. You don’t have to get up. I just didn’t want you to think, I had run out on you.” Her heart softened at his words, and she gave him a lazy smile.

“It’s okay. You want coffee, before you go?”, she yawned, sitting up.

“No, you don’t have to get up”, he told her, shaking his head with a soft smile.

She stood up to give him a hug, before moving to the kitchen to make some coffee.

“It’s okay. I need coffee anyway”, she smiled.

While the coffee was brewing, she pulled herself up on the counter and turned towards Namjoon. He stepped in the space between her legs and pulled her against him.

“Do you actually have time for coffee?”, she hummed.

He shook his head with a pout, and she couldn’t help but giggled at his innocent expression.

“You don’t have to stay. I was just offering to be nice. I can’t have you second guessing, if you should have stayed over.”

She winked at him, and he rolled his eyes at her.

“The amount of coffee you have here, doesn’t change the fact, that I enjoy being with you, and I wish I didn’t have to leave this early.”

He pressed a kiss to her blushing cheek and chuckled at her flustered reaction.

“Alright, Mr. Romantic. I’m not used to getting complimented like that all the time”, she giggled, putting her hand on his chest.

He gave her a soft smile.

“Well, get used to it. I’m not planning on changing it.”

Her eyes widened, and she hid her face against his chest. He cooed at her reaction and lifted her face to press a kiss to her lips. She hummed in response and let out a soft sigh, snuggling closer on his embrace.

“I have to go. Pdogg is waiting for me. You could stop by later, if you want?”

She lifted her head and looked at him hesitantly, biting the inside of her cheek.

“Are you sure, that would be okay? I don’t want to intrude.”

“If you’re not comfortable with it, you don’t have to come. I think, we’ll be quite busy anyway.”

He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, giving her a reassuring smile.

“Thank you,” she smiled at him.

She pulled him in for a kiss, only meaning for it to be a peck on the lips, when she felt him tighten his grip on her hips. She pulled back and cocked an eyebrow at him. He just sighed and hung his head.

“I really don’t want to go.”

Sophie giggled and ruffled his hair a bit.

“You have to though. You have work.”

She hung herself on him and felt his hands slide to her butt, before he lifted her off the counter. She let out a little squeal and frantically grabbed his shoulders to steady herself. He smiled mischievously at her and pressed a kiss to her mouth. She giggled against his lips and tried squirming out of his hold.

“Stop. Put me down. I’m too heavy for you to carry me around.”

He tutted at her words and tightened his grip on her, carrying her to the living room under loud protests from Sophie, before slowly placing her on the couch. Her eyes were sparkling, and her teeth were showing in a wide smile. He sent her one of his dimpled smiles, and she reached up to place her finger on one of them.

“You’re not too heavy for me.”

Her smile turned soft and a blush crept up her neck.

“I told you, I’m not good with compliments.”

“And I told you, I won’t change it.”

He winked at her, before leaning down for a goodbye kiss.

He shouted a goodbye, as he closed the door, leaving Sophie on the couch. She couldn’t stop smiling, when she thought about the night before. And this morning had been so nice as well, even though it had been short. She suddenly burst out in giggles. Was this really happening?

She shook her head, as she got up to get a cup of coffee from the kitchen, grabbing her phone on the way. It was still early, so no one would be up yet, but Sophie was dying to talk to someone about what had happened, so she quickly typed out a message for Cathrine, asking if she wanted to meet up for lunch.

She poured herself a steaming cup of coffee and brought it with her back to the couch, where she snuggled up under the blanket and grabbed a book. She might as well make use of the early hours.

Sophie left the house at 11 to meet up with Cathrine. As she walked through the streets towards the restaurant, she got a message from Namjoon.

Namjoon / 11:12am Thanks for letting me stay over.

Sophie / 11:13am Of course! Anytime.

She smiled at the screen, while she typed out the reply and pressed send.

She put her phone back in her pocket and looked up at the clouded sky. The wind was a bit cold, but Sophie didn’t care. She was walking on cloud nine, and she couldn’t wait to talk to Cathrine. When she got to the restaurant, she spotted Cathrine sitting at a table in the back of the restaurant, and she quickly made her way to her.

“Hey you!”, Cathrines happy voice greeted her.

“Hi! How are you?”, Sophie asked, sitting down across from her.

“I’m good. Very good”, she giggled.

Sophie raised an eyebrow at her and smirked.

“Wait. What do you mean ‘very good’? What happened?”

“Let’s order first, then I’ll tell you everything.” She giggled and Sophie saw the blush spreading on her cheeks.

“Ah, you guys did it?”, she gasped, covering her mouth with her hands, as a giggle escaped her lips.

“Let’s just order first”, Cathrine laughed, as she turned to the waiter, who had just walked up to the table.

The second, the waiter turned away, Sophie turned to her friend again, giving her the biggest grin, her face could hold.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” she laughed.

“How? When?” Sophie placed her chin in her hands, leaning her elbows on the table.

“Last night, actually.” Cathrine blushed. “You know, he stayed the night til Saturday?”

Sophie nodded, grinning at her.

“Actually, he ended up staying the entire weekend,” Cathrine giggled. “He only left this morning, because he had to go to the studio.”

“Oh, was he meeting up with Pdogg?”, Sophie asked, taking a sip of her coke.

Cathrine widened her eyes at her, and her face slowly split in a grin.

“You!” She smacked Sophies arm. “You were with Namjoon yesterday?”

“Well, yes. And this morning as well”, she giggled as a light blush colored her cheeks.

Cathrine smacked her arm again and laughed.

“Since when have you two been hanging out?”

“About two weeks. I’ve been to his studio most nights after work, and he has been to my place sometimes.”

They got interrupted by the food being served, and a short break erupted while they took the first few bites.

“But wait,” Cathrine exclaimed, pausing with her fork in the middle of the air. “So, have you had sex with him?”

Sophie shook her head.

“No. We kissed for the first time yesterday.”

She couldn’t help a soft smile spreading on her face from the memory. She caught Cathrine grinning at her like an idiot.

“Oh, look at miss ‘life-isnt-a-movie’ swooning over a guy.”

Sophie rolled her eyes at her.

“Shut up. I’m just making it up as I go.” She giggled. “But tell me about your weekend? It sounds so nice. What did you do? Other than jump each other?”

“Ah, we slept in Saturday. He had the day off, so I just let him sleep. We cuddled and watched movies during the day.” Cathrine looked out the window with a dreamy look. “Yeah. We just… spent time together. He is so much quieter, when you’re alone with him. It’s so cute. He just wants to cuddle and kiss. He’s cute.”

Sophie cooed at her friend, reaching over to poke her chin.

“You’re cute!”

Cathrine blushed at her words and let out a soft giggle.

“But what about you and Namjoon? Is it serious?”

Sophie shrugged her shoulders.

“I don’t know, to be honest. I mean, I like him, and I think he likes me too. But their lives are so busy and complicated. I’m not sure, it’s a good idea to get involved,” she said, biting the inside of her cheek.

“Well, it’s not like you’re agreeing to marry him now. Why not just take it one step at a time? I mean, since you don’t believe in love, you don’t really have anything to lose, do you?” Cathrine winked at her, and Sophie rolled her eyes at her.

“It’s not that I don’t believe in love. It’s just the idea of eternal love and soulmates, that bugs me.”

“Even better. You already know, that it won’t last forever. Why not just enjoy it while it lasts?” She took at sip of her drink. “I mean, he is really good looking. And such a nice guy. I’m having a hard time seeing a downside to this.”

Sophie laughed at her friend and shook her head, when she suddenly felt her phone vibrate. She pulled it out and saw her sisters name on the screen.

“Ah. Sorry, it’s my sister. I have to take it, is it okay?”, she asked, pointing at the screen.

Cathrine just nodded with a smile, and Sophie mouthed a thank you, getting up to answer the call.

“Hello? Line?”

“Hi. It’s me.” Her voice sounded broken and thin. Sophie furrowed her eyes as she pushed open the door to get outside.

“Hi. What’s wrong? Why are you up this early? Isn’t only 5am?”

“Yes, but I couldn’t sleep.”

“Is everything okay?” Sophie held her breath, hoping it would only by school trouble.

“I guess. It’s just. I miss you. Why can’t I come live with you? I hate being here.” Sophie let out a heavy sigh.

“I know, sweetie. But we talked about this, remember? We still have to wait a bit.” She bit the inside of her cheek. “How is she?”

“Mostly quiet. I don’t know.”

“How are you?”

“I’m okay, I guess. Just tired of all of this”, Line sighed through the phone. Sophie leaned her head on the brick wall behind her.

“I know. So am I. I’m really sorry, I can’t do any more right now.” She closed her eyes, feeling the icy guilt roll through her veins.

They spoke a bit longer back and forth, and Sophie managed to turn the conversation to school and assignments, that Line had to hand in, and she promised to help her proofread some of them next week, before saying goodbye and hanging up.

She took a few minutes to gather herself before walking back into the restaurant.

“Everything okay?”, Cathrine asked her, noticing her clouded features.

“Eh, not really. But it’s okay. You don’t need to worry.”

Cathrine tilted her head at Sophie.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Sophie bit the inside of her cheek, debating what to answer. She shook her head, before nodding and then shaking it again. Cathrine sent her a soft smile.

“You sure?”

Sophie sent her a pained look and shook her head.

“I’m not sure, if I want to talk about it. But I do need to walk. It helps me calm down. You can walk with me if you want?”

Cathrine smiled at her and nodded.

They quickly payed for their meal and left the restaurant.

They strolled through the grey streets. The first 10 minutes, none of them said anything. Sophies voice broke the silence.

“It was my sister. She’s 10 years younger than me, so she still lives at home, but she is not doing well at home. Our mom…” Sophie gritted her teeth. “She’s not the best mom.”

“When I grew up, she used to tell me, that I was too mad all the time, and that no one would ever love me, if I didn’t lighten up. And every time I tried to stand my ground with her, and tell her that she overstepped my boundaries, she told me that it was unfair of me, to burden her with how I felt. That I should respect her feelings. She told my sister, that my stepdad joined the army, because he didn’t want to spend so much time with her. She just…” Sophie sighed. “She’s not a good person.”

“She sounds like a horrible person”, Cathrine whispered. “And your sister is still living with her?”

Sophie nodded.

“Yeah. I’m trying to help her the best that I can, but it’s hard to do from here.” She groaned.

“But she isn’t your responsibility, Soph. You shouldn’t do this on your own.”

“I know. But I can’t stand the thought of Line going through this alone, like I did. I won’t let her be as affected by this as I was.”

Sophie let out a deep sigh before shaking her head.

“No more of this sad story,” she said with a soft smile to Cathrine. “Please tell me more about you and Hoseok. I need some unrealistic love story right now.”

“Are you sure?”

Sophie nodded with a smile, and Cathrine pulled her in for a hug, before going into details about her and Hoseok.

“And the sex!” She giggled and covered her mouth with her hands. “I mean, I’m not gonna give you details. But let’s just say that his moves on stage are telling.”

Sophie laughed with her friend and sent her a soft smile.

“I’m happy for you.”

Cathrine returned her smile.

“Thanks. I’m happy for you too. Whatever it is between you and Namjoon, just promise me, that you’ll try to enjoy it?”

“Yeah, I’ll try.”

They walked around a bit more just chatting, before they split up and each went home.

As Sophie walked through her front door, she felt her phone vibrate, and her face split in a grin, when she saw Namjoons name on the screen.

“Hi!”

“Hi, Soph. Sorry about running out on you this morning,” Namjoons soft voice sounded through the phone. Sophie bit her lip to keep from grinning like an idiot.

“You don’t have to apologize. I know, you guys are busy.”

“Yeah, but sometimes it would be nice with a few more hours in the day,” he chuckled.

“Ah, but knowing you, you would probably still spend them working,” she teased, earning a laugh from him.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Anyway, we’re leaving for Japan on Tuesday, but I wanted to see you before that. Do you want to come by the studio tomorrow after work?”

“Oh, I was actually planning on it,” she blushed, not sure if she had overstepped a boundary. “I mean, I have been at your studio every night the last few weeks.”

“I know. I like having you here,” he hummed down the phone, giving Sophie goosebumps. She blushed furiously and silently appreciated that he couldn’t see her.

She heard someone calling his name in the background.

“I gotta go, but I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

She nodded, before suddenly remembering, that it was phone call, quickly saying goodbye with the promise of seeing him tomorrow.

The next day, she had a hard time concentrating on work. She kept checking her phone for texts, even though she knew, that he was in the same building and didn’t have anything new to text her about. At one point, she saw the boys walk into a briefing about their concerts in Tokyo. She only saw then briefly, but Namjoon sent her a dimpled smile across the cubicles, and Sophie blushed as she returned it.

“Look at you, all blushing”, Cathrine teased from her desk.

“Well, you’re sporting quite the blush yourself,” Sophie retorted, taking in her friends flustered state, as she giggled at her.

“I don’t know, what you mean.” Cathrine threw her a wink.

“Are you hanging out with Hoseok today?”

“Yeah, he’s coming to my place tonight. How about you? Seeing Namjoon?”

“I’m going to his studio after work.”

Cathrine cooed at her, and Sophie returned the teasing, before turning back to her screen, trying to focus on her work.

Just a few more hours.

“Ah. Hobi wrote me, that they are all still practicing in the dance studio,” Cathrine shared, waving her phone in the air. “Namjoon is gonna be there as well. Do you wanna go to the studio? We could watch them practice while we wait?”

“You sure, you don’t just want to drool over your boyfriend’s moves?” Sophie smirked at her.

“First of all, we’re not calling him that yet, because he hasn’t asked. And second of all, of course I want to go there to see him dance. I mean, have you seen him?”, Cathrine gushed, and Sophie laughed at her.

“Alright, let’s go then.”

It had been an hour, and they were still waiting for them to finish. Hoseok was quite a strict dance teacher, and he accepted nothing but perfection.

“I have never seen him so…” Sophie trailed off, observing how he was correcting the smallest details with the others. He had cursed at them several times, when they screwed up, yelled at them, and was in general being a bit intimidating.

“I know”, Cathrine agreed. “I was a bit surprised the first time I saw as well.”

Hoseok was focusing on Jin, helping him adjust his footwork. Jimin and Taehyung sat down next to the girls, and Taehyung threw his body against Sophies.

“Ah. I don’t want to practice anymore. We’ve been at it for 5 hours now,” he whined, and Sophie and Cathrine laughed at his theatricalities.

“And Hobi-hyung is scary today,” Jimin whispered, looking up towards his hyung to make sure, he wouldn’t hear it.

“How much longer are you going to practice?”, Cathrine asked, looking at her watch.

“Until Hoseok-hyung says we’re done,” Taehyung whined. “Can’t you talk to him, Noona?” He sent her the biggest puppy-eyes, and Cathrine just laughed and shook her head.

“I’m not gonna tell him, how to teach dance. This is his job. Sorry, sweetie.”

Tae just pouted at her and huffed.

“Can’t you talk to Namjoon-ah?”, Jimin asked, nudging Sophie.

“Why would that change anything?”

“Because he’s been talking about you all day, and he can’t hang out with you until he’s finished here”, Jimin smirked, and it grew to a full grin, when he saw Sophies flustered reaction. “Ah, cute! Please go talk to him,” he urged, pushing her up from the floor.

Sophie slowly shuffled closer to Namjoon and Jungkook, who were standing against the wall watching Hoseok and Jin. Namjoon saw her walking over and gave her tired smile, as she came up to them.

“Sorry, it’s taking so long. Hobi wants it perfected.” He pulled her to his side.

“It’s okay. I was just wondering how much longer, you think it’ll be?”

“Not too long,” Jungkook answered. “Jimin-sshi and I both have to practice our solo numbers as well.”

“After this?” Sophie eyes widened. She knew, they worked hard, but she hadn’t thought about how much practice went into perfecting those amazing dances.

“Yeah. We usually practice together, and we both like practicing late.” He shrugged his shoulders with a small smile.

“Okay, I know you’re all tired, but can we just get it perfect one time? Just one time, and then we’re done.” Hoseoks irritated voice cut through the room, making the boys scramble to find their places, and Sophie hurried back to Cathrine.

“He is really bossy, when he teaches.”

Cathrine nodded.

“Not gonna lie, I kinda like it,” she grinned, nose scrunching in the process.

Sophie cocked an eyebrow at her and shoved her with a laugh.

The music blasted through the speakers, and the boys went through the routine a few more times, before Hoseok was satisfied.

“Alright, that’s it! Well done! We’re done!”

At his words, they relaxed visibly, and Taehyung and Jungkook high-fived. Namjoon and Jin shared an exhausted glance, before Namjoon straightened up.

“Okay. We leave at 7am tomorrow morning, so please be ready by then.” Namjoon had obviously stepped into his leader role, now that the dance practice was out of the way. “Jimin and Jungkook, I know you have to practice, but please don’t stay too late. You’ll need the energy for the concerts.”

They both gave him a thumbs-up, before moving to the stereo to change the music. The others gathered their stuff before leaving the studio one by one. Cathrine gave Sophie a small wave before walking out hand in hand with Hoseok.

Sophie and Namjoon were the last ones to leave, saying goodbye to Jungkook and Jimin as they left the studio to walk to the elevator.

“I’m sorry it took so long,” he whispered against her hair, as he embraced her in elevator.

She just shook her head.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just happy, I get to spend some time with you.” She smiled up at him, and he pressed at soft kiss to her cheek. “I was a bit surprised to see Hobi like that though,” she chuckled.

“Yeah, he can be strict, but without him our performances wouldn’t be the same,” he shrugged, as he opened the door to his studio. “Make yourself comfortable. I’m just gonna go grab a quick shower.”

She was scrolling through her phone, when he returned, hair still damp from his shower. He sat down next to her on the couch and draped his arm around her shoulder. She cuddled into his side and slung an arm across his stomach. For a few minutes, they were quiet. Enjoying the simple pleasure of being close to each other. Namjoon let out a sigh, and Sophie lifted her head to look up at him.

“What’s up?”, she asked, lifting her hand to push his hair out of his face. He leaned into her touch.

“I’m just tired, that’s all.” He hummed at her hands through his hair.

“Maybe you should go home and get some sleep before your concerts,” she said in a soft voice, reaching his neck and massaging it gently.

He shook his head.

“Not yet. I’m gonna stay until Jimin and Jungkook are done practicing.” He winched, when she hit a tense spot in neck, and she furrowed her eyebrows at him. “And I want to spend some time with you, before I’m gone for four days.”

He smiled lazily at her, and she returned his tired smile.

“I’m glad you want to spend time with me, but you should make sure to rest as well.”

“I’m resting,” he hummed, as he burrowed his face into her chest, cuddling up to her and closing his eyes. “Look, I’m resting.”

Sophie giggled softly at him and started combing her hands through his hair and gently massaging his neck.

“Alright, but we need food. I’m starving.”

He huffed but nodded against her.

“What do you want?”, she asked, pulling out her phone to order something.

“What ever you want.”

His words were a bit slurred, and she smiled at how soft he was when he was tired. She quickly ordered some food, and put her phone down, going back to stroking his hair. She heard small snores coming from him after a few minutes, and her heart clenched. She didn’t move out of fear of waking him and just kept herself busy on her phone, while she waited for the food.

When her phone rang to let her know the food had arrived, she quietly untangled herself from him and left the studio to go pick up the delivery downstairs.

When she returned 15 minutes later, Namjoon turned towards her from his computer, looking a bit confused.

“I woke up, and you were gone,” he pouted.

She smiled at his reaction and lifted the takeout bags.

“I was just picking up the food. And I stopped by the dance studio to give Jungkook and Jimin some food as well.” She put the bags down on the table and started unpacking the food. “Now, I know that you guys are all dieting right now, so I bought some salads and stuff like that and some meat. So, there are no carbs. But…” She rummaged through one of the bags and drew out a chocolate bar with at big smile. “There is a chocolate bar. I actually bought it for me, but you can have some if you want.”

He sat down next to her pulled her in for a kiss.

“You’re amazing. Thank you.”

“It’s just food. No need to make it a big deal,” she blushed, and he cupped her face with his right hand to feel the warmth of her blushing cheeks.

“It is to me.” He sent her a dimpled smile, and she reached up to poke one of them.

“Well, you’re welcome then.”

He settled on the couch and reached for one of the food containers.

Sophie made herself comfortable on the floor next to the table.

They chatted quietly while they ate.

“So, are you looking forward to the concerts?”, she asked, placing the empty container down on the table.

He nodded, finishing the rest of his food.

“Yes. We haven’t seen the fans in a while. It’s gonna be nice to see them again. And performing on stage is always a trill.” Just thinking about it made his eyes sparkle.

She cocked her head at him with a soft smile, taking in his serene expression.

“You really love it, don’t you? Even with all the late hours and the practices and hard work?”

He looked at her with curious eyes, before nodding.

“I do. We all do. We’re lucky to be able to live our dream like this.”

“I can only imagine.” She sighed, looking down at her folded hands in her lap. “I wish, I had something I was so passionate about.”

His soft eyes observed her hands fiddling in her lap, before he reached out and pulled her up into his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Why?”

His breath fanned over on her neck, as he placed a soft kiss there. She shrugged her shoulders.

“It just seems easier, you know. To have one thing, you want so badly, that you’ll do anything for it.” She started playing with his hands on her waist. “Sometimes I wonder, if I just wasn’t meant to have strong feelings like that. Passion, love, fright.” She sighed. “Most of my life feels kinda bland. I’m just here.” She let out a dry laugh.

“Passion comes is many different forms. It doesn’t have to be a blazing fire forcing you out of your comfort zone and challenging norms. Sometimes passion is more subtle. A slow smoldering ember inside of you. Keeping you alive and pushing you forward. Passion doesn’t have to be loud and flashy, you know.”

She sank into his embrace, taking in his words.

“Can I ask you something?” Her voice only a little higher than a whisper.

“Always.”

She turned around, so she could see him, one leg on each side of his hips. He let his hands rest on her hips. Her eyes bright and curious, looking into his soft and open eyes.

“How are you doing? Are you okay?”

His brows furrowed in confusion, and for a second, she thought, that she saw hesitation in his eyes.

“I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

“Because you have a lot of responsibility, and you’ve have had it since you were quite young. Taking care of the members and the group since you were what? 19? That’s gotta be tough?”

An amused smile played on his lips, and she squinted her eyes in confusion.

“Why are you smiling? I’m serious.”

He laughed and squeezed her hips lightly.

“I know. And it’s adorable. You’ve only known me a little over a month, and you’re worrying about how I have been since I was 19?” He winked at her, his eyes sparkling. “That’s so sweet of you.”

“I just want you to be okay,” she mumbled, lowering her head, suddenly a bit embarrassed by her inquiry.

He observed her for a few seconds, a soft smile still lazing his lips.

“I am. Sometimes, it’s tough. But the members are like family to me. I would do anything for them.” He lifted her head by her chin, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “But thanks for asking.”

She nuzzled into his neck and drew a heavy breath.

“Your relationship makes me so happy. Seeing how close you are, and how you always support each other. It’s admirable,” she whispered into his skin, as his fingers drew patterns on her back. “You really have become each other’s family.”

“Yes, but you know how you sometimes get too much of your family?”

Sophie pushed herself away from his chest, so she was sitting up in his lap, and nodded at him.

“Yeah, six brothers are a lot,” he laughed with a slight eye roll.

“I can imagine! I only have two siblings, and that was a lot at times,” she laughed.

“Older or younger?”, he asked, his thumb tracing circles on her hip.

“Both younger.”

He smiled at her.

“Were you close?”

Sophie nodded quietly, her gaze distant as she hummed in assent.

“Very.”

She looked back at him, and blushed under the intense stare, she was met with.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”, she laughed.

“I’m just observing you. Getting to know you, you know.”

He reached up to cup her face, pulling her in for a kiss. She supported her weight on his chest with one arm, and let the other wander up to the nape of his neck, pulling herself closer to him. His one hand was on her face, tracing her cheekbone with his thumb, while his other hand was roaming her thighs and butt, pulling and grabbing at the flesh it came into contact with. When his fingers traced her hipbone under her skin, she moaned softly, and he used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, licking into her mouth. She let her hand wander from his neck down his chest and abdomen until she reached his hip. She slipped her hand under his shirt and let it ghost the skin between his navel and the barrier constructed by his pants.

Sophie heard his breath catching and pulled away to give him a smirk. He met her gaze shamelessly and leaned forward to press open-mouth kisses down her neck, gently nibbling on the soft skin there. She felt his teeth graze her neck and hissed when she felt him bite down on her collarbone, before letting go and covering the area in soft kisses. The room resounded with their heavy breaths and soft moans.

“I really hate to do this,” she panted, pulling back. “But we can’t have sex here.”

Namjoon threw his head back on the couch, covering his face with his hands.

“I know. I know. I just…”, he looked through his fingers at her body on top of him and groaned. “You’re not making it easy for me.”

Sophie giggled and cupped his face, giving him a deep kiss. His hands found her hips again, grabbing them tightly and making her moan into his mouth.

“Dammit, I should never have shown you that,” she laughed, placing her hands on top of his and moving them to her thighs.

“I am very glad you showed me!” He smiled deviously, his eyes boring into hers. “Just imagine me taking you doggy-style, grabbing your hips, while pounding into you from behind.”

Sophies mouth went dry at his words and she felt her arousal stir.

“I hate you. Turning me on, when we both know, we won’t do anything until this weekend at least,” she tutted at him with an eye roll.

“This weekend, you say?” He pulled her flush against him and practically growled against her neck. Her eyelids fluttered at the feeling of the vibrations against her neck, and she tried pushing herself away from him with a hoarse laugh.

“Namjoon. Come on.” She sat up in his lap and couldn’t help a laugh tumble pass her lips at his disappointed expression. “Literally everyone knows the pass-code to your studio, and Jimin and Jungkook are gonna be done practicing any minute now. I don’t want our first time to be like this.”

He huffed at her words but gave her a nod.

“Alright. Alright. You’re right. But can’t we still make out?”

“We could,” Sophie pretended to consider the answer. “But can you keep this under control?”, she smirked, swirling her pelvis down against the bulge, she had felt through his pants the past several minutes.

“Fuck. No, not if you do that again,” he groaned, his eyes widened from her actions.

Sophie winked at him and was just about to get off his lap, when they heard someone at the door. He quickly pulled her back on him to cover up his situation.

“Hyung?” Jungkooks head popped in to the room, and his eyes widened a bit, when he spotted the couple on the couch.

Sophie threw him the most innocent smile, she could muster with Namjoons cock pressed against her core.

“What’s up, kookie?” Namjoons voice broke the silence.

“Eh. Jimin and I are done practicing. We’re headed back to the dorm, if you want to come along now?”

Sophie cocked an eyebrow at Namjoon and stifled at giggle behind her hand.

“Sure, give me like 5 minutes, then I’ll be there.” His voice, suddenly very composed and mature, threw Sophie off, and suddenly she couldn’t keep the laugh back anymore. The absurdity of the situation got to her. Namjoon just sent her a dry look, obviously not as entertained by the situation, as she was.

“Is Sophie still here?”, Jimin asked, stepping into the studio. Eyeing their position, and Sophies laughing figure, Jimin smirked at the both of them.

“Are you coming with us now, hyung?”

“He can’t stand up right now, Jimin,” Sophie laughed.

Namjoon shot her warning look, only making her laugh harder. Jimin caught their exchange and started laughing as well.

“Hyung, is she sitting on you to cover up your boner?”

Sophies eyes teared up from laughing, and she was doing her best not to expose Namjoon to his band mates. However, the exasperating look Namjoon sent Jimin was more exposing, than anything Sophie could have said, and both Jimin and Jungkook started howling with laughter.

“Alright. We’ll give you 10 minutes,” Jimin said, throwing a wink at Sophie, before closing the door behind them.

As soon as the door closed, Namjoon lifted her off his lap, almost throwing her on the couch.

“I’m sorry,” he groaned, trying to make his boner go away.

Sophie was still laughing though, and she could barely get a word out. Namjoon shot her surprised look, before looking away in annoyance.

“You’re don’t look embarrassed at all,” he huffed.

“Why would I be? They didn’t see anything.”

He looked at her with confusion written in his features.

“But they knew, what was happening, Soph.”

“Yeah, so? We’re all grown-ups. No one was naked, it’s not a big deal, babe,” she giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He couldn’t help a grin spreading on his face, as he watched her gather her things. Suddenly she straightened up, and pursed her lips in thought for a few seconds, taking in his state.

“So, I really want to kiss you goodbye, but I feel like it wouldn’t help your situation,” she laughed.

“Not really, no. But the only thing that would help, is off the table, so if I could at least get a kiss, that would be nice,” he stated, standing up from the couch.

She smacked his arm at his dry tone but stepped into his arms anyway and let his hands guide her lips to his in a deep kiss, their mouths moving against each other. He pulled back with a sigh and rested his head on her forehead. She pecked his lips one last time, before stepping away from him, putting on her coat and waiting for him to turn off the computer and lock up the studio.

He grabbed her hand as they made their way towards the ground floor, finding Jimin and Jungkook waiting for them.

“Finally,” Jimin exclaimed, pulling Sophie away from Namjoon and into a tight hug. “ I wanted to say a proper goodbye, before we left for Tokyo, and that would have been awkward to do, if she was still sitting on you, hyung.”

Sophie laughed into his embrace and pulled back to see Jimin smirking at her.

“How are you getting home, Noona?”, Jungkook asked, as he gave a hug as well.

“I walk home. It’s not too far.”

Namjoon furrowed his brows at her answer, and when she saw him about to argue, she quickly spoke up.

“Don’t worry. It takes like 20 minutes to walk. It’s nothing. I want to walk.”

“But it’s already dark out. Can’t you take a taxi?”

Sophie rolled her eyes at his words.

“I could. But I want to walk. I’ll text you, when I’m home.”

She quickly pecked his lips, before giving the others a wave on her way out the door.

// Part 8 //

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A Golden Cage

Chapter 1 - Love at First Sight

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

This is the story of Emily, daughter of Drake and Riley. She just celebrated her 18th birthday. She is young, beautiful and full of energy.

Summary: Drake and Riley are excited to introduce their son Jack as their heir to the court. King Liam and Queen Olivia visit Valtoria with their son, James. Drake and Riley’s daughter Emily is excited to meet her childhood friend Daniel. Emily is invited to participate in Social Season. Would she fall in love with the Prince or fall for a commoner?

Warnings: PG.

This series will be NSFW. It will have mentions of sexual abuse and violence. I will tag the chapters accordingly.

A/N: I know I have still to finish Falling in Love with You. But I am possessed by this story. I have many chapters of this one already written in the draft. And I am not able to stop. So I have kept Falling... on pause until this story gets out of my system. Or maybe I will write them in parallel. God Help me!

Word Count: 2000

FaceClaim: Please suggest me!

Emily Walker

James Rhys

Daniel

Emily woke up to her cell phone ringing. She grunted and searched for her phone on her bed, fumbling her hands around with her eyes still closed.

‘Hello?’ she said in a sleepy voice.

‘It’s noon Emily! You are still sleeping?’ Riley said annoyed on the other end.

‘Mom! I was studying late, let me sleep.’ she said rubbing her eyes.

‘I know you were out partying!’ Riley said firmly.

‘Oh, Mom! Chill!’ Emily exclaimed, ‘I was back at 11. I just couldn't sleep, I was binge watching Friends.’

‘Fine! Listen, have you picked out a dress for tonight? I want you to look your best. And be at your best behavior!’ Riley declared.

‘God! No one is going to notice me! Everyone is going to rant about Jack!’

‘Emily! King Liam and Queen Olivia are attending with Prince James. I don't want you to roam around in your jeans... Emily? do you hear me?’ she asked as she didn't receive any response from Emily.

Emily’s jaw dropped and eyes went wide hearing James was attending the party.

‘Mom! I gotta go!’ Emily dropped the phone on the bed.

‘James!’ she shouted excitedly. She jumped out of bed and ran in the bathroom to get a shower.

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Emily spent the day getting ready for the evening at her salon. She excitedly shared the news with her beautician that she is going to meet the Prince that evening. Of course, she had met him before, but he had never noticed her like a lady. She was always John’s little sister for him. Today she wanted to look the most beautiful lady in the room. Someone he couldn't ignore.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror, turning around, in her pink silk gown. Baby pink color suited her, the dress fitted her perfectly enhancing her curves. Her hand brushed at the boat neck of the dress. She wanted to wear something more revealing but knew mom would never approve of it. She blew a kiss to her reflection in the mirror before walking out of the salon, with a spring in her feet.

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At the party, she stood in a corner with one of her friend eating hors-d'oeuvre. She hated these formal parties. Parties to her meant dancing to loud music, shouting, laughing, drinking (to some extent), flirting with boys. But she could do nothing here.

She hated the fact that she never got any such party in her honor while his brother got to celebrate at least twice a year. Every time he achieved something, their parents gathered all nobels and spent the evening boasting his achievements. While she was only allowed a single friend to invite, with whom she spent the evening avoiding the nobles.

‘You know I hate these parties!’ she complained to her friend. ‘Every time these nobels remind me that I am good for nothing. What talents do you have? You should dress properly like a lady. You should do a course in interior decoration. I think Jewelry designing will suit you.’ she said mocking the questions and advises thrown at her.

‘Why the hell do they care what I do with my life?’ she complained scanning the room.

‘Who is that guy?’ he friend asked her, looking at a handsome guy in his late-twenties, talking with some nobels.

‘That is Bartie. My cousin. Haven't I introduced you to him?’

‘No! Can you please! He is HOT!’ she said checking him out.

‘Maybe, but he is a bore. Are you sure you want to meet him?’

‘Yes, please’ she replied.

‘Okay’, she walked down to the group Bartie was standing. She greeted everyone and politely asked to borrow Bartie. She dragged him to her friend.

‘Bartie, I would like you to meet my friend Anna.’ She said pointing her hand to Anna.

‘Anna, this is my cousin Bartie, the one you were checking out earlier.’ she said and walked away without looking back at Anna’s shocked expression.

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She sighed, feeling bored and alone in a room filled with people. She saw her mother and father, with her brother Jack, talking happily to some guest. She pretended she didn't care, but she wanted her parents to be as proud of her as they were of Jack. Jack was the heir of Valtoria. He was good at everything. Every time, first in his class, excellent in sports, life of party, he could charm young and old, women and men, everyone.

She knew her parents loved her as much as they loved Jack, maybe more. But she knew she had done nothing to make them proud. She had tried hard but just kept failing at everything. She was always a mediocre at everything she did, never a champion like her brother.

She saw Madeline approaching her. She immediately turned and walked in another direction when he spotted a guy wearing a black suit, looking lost in the crowd. He saw her and flashed a smile. She immediately recognized her friend Daniel who had vanished some three and a half years ago.

‘Oh My God! Daniel!’ she ran excitedly towards him and wrapped her arms around him. ‘Where have you been for so long!’

‘You knew I was in London studying.’ he chuckled.

‘But you never called! How can you forget about your friends?’ she slapped his shoulders playfully.

‘I didn't forget, I just got busy.’ he shrugged his shoulders, smiling.

‘Busy! So busy you didn't have time for me? And as far as I know, your graduation was six months ago.’

‘Yes, I returned from London six months back.’

‘So where were you last six months?’

'I was taking training to become a security officer.’

‘Security! So can you shoot bullets? Do you have a gun?’

Daniel looked on both sides and moved his suit away to reveal his gun, tucked in his belt. Emily jumped with excitement. ‘Cool! Can I see it?’ she said reaching for the gun.

‘No! you will get me fired before I even start!’ Daniel moved his hip away avoiding her.

‘What do you mean? Where are you joining?’

‘I am your security guard!’

‘Mine? Seriously! That is going to be amazing!’ she raised her hand for a hi-five. Daniel chuckled and clapped her hand.

‘Daniel, is it?’ Daniel turned to see Jack approaching them.

‘Jack, how are you?’ he greeted him politely. Jack gave him a hug. Daniel returned the hug with same enthusiasm.

‘By the way, congratulations on winning the Royal Annual Sports Challenge!’ Daniel smiled and shook his hand warmly.

‘Thanks! You just missed the games. You would have enjoyed them.’ Jack

‘Jack, you are only worried that if he had come back a month ago, he would have kicked your ass in the challenge!’ Emily kept a hand on Daniel's shoulder.

‘I am glad that now I don't have to look after you!’ he flicked Emily’s nose,’ He will be there to handle your nonsense.’

‘You knew!’ she asked, eyes going wide.

‘Ofcourse! Bastien called dad this morning. I know because I work with Dad, and don't sleep till noon.’ he commented before turning to Daniel.

‘Daniel, I have to warn you. Being her security guard, you will be just following her to salons and parties and carry her drunk back home.’

‘I don’t get drunk!’ she exclaimed. Jack chuckled as Emily started hitting him and he dodged her effortlessly.

Jack paused abruptly as his eyes moved to the door. ‘They have arrived! I will take your leave now.’ he said walking towards the door.

Emily turned to the door, King Liam, Queen Olivia, and Prince James had arrived. Jack joined Drake and Riley to welcome them.

‘Isnt he handsome!’ she sighed looking at James.

‘The Prince?’ Daniel asked. He noticed the spark in Emily’s eyes.

‘Ofcourse, you silly! He has just turned 21. Rumour has it that King and Queen are planning Social Season to find a wife for him.’

‘Frankly, I don't understand this custom. Marriage is a stage in a relationship. You need to be in love to marry someone. Competing with other women to marry a stranger, it seems ridiculous!’ he remarked.

‘Shut up!’ she smacked the back of her hand on his arm.’You know nothing about love and marriage!’

Daniel noticed her cheeks turning red as James threw her a smile from across the room. They kept looking at each other for a while until Drake escorted them to meet other guests.

Emily turned towards Daniel, smiling widely,’Did you see how he looked at me?’

‘Yaah, looks like love at first sight.’ he said mockingly.

'You really think so?’ she asked excitedly, unable to understand the sarcasm.

Emily’s eyes followed James in the entire room. Her heart started beating fast as she realized they will soon be meeting her.

‘Oh God! they are coming this way!’ she grabbed Daniel’s arm. Daniel hesitantly released his arm from her grasp. He walked back as they approached her. She gently bowed in a curtsy. ‘Your Majesties’

‘You don't need to be so formal. Emily’ Queen Olivia said giving her a short hug.

'It's lovely seeing you again, Emily.' King Liam smiled at her.

'We hope to see you at the Social Season. We will, of course, send you an official invitation soon. ' Olivia said to Emily.

'Social Season? Emily is just 18!' Riley looked at Drake, eyeing him to say something.

'Well, it's true. We don't think she is ready to get married.' Drake reasoned with Liam.

'Oh come on! She is an adult. She can make her decisions herself. What do you say Emily?' Olivia dismissed their argument.

'Well, I think it would not hurt to participate.' she blushed.

'That's fair. I think you should sponsor her in the social season. Let her get to know James. And then she can decide.' Liam suggested.

'It's settled then. See you soon dear.' Olivia said to Emily before going to meet other guests.

Emily watched James walk away. James turned to catch her staring at him. Emily bit her lip and turned away.

Emily found Daniel with a drink in his hand. She looked around and snatched it from his hand. She sneaked a sip and thrust the glass back to him.

'What was that?' he asked sipping his drink.

'Mom doesn't let me drink.' she shrugged.

'You are 18. You can drink.' he said.

'Mom was raised in the USA. The legal age to drink there is 21. she said no alcohol till 21. She thinks I don't drink.' she said lowering her voice, giving him a wink.

'Which apparently is not true.' He teased.

'I had my first drink when I was 16. It is a secret.' she said with a finger on her lips.

'Your secret is safe with me.' he raised his glass. Emily again snatched his glass to take a sip.

'Hi' James said joining them. Emily held the glass tight in her hands.

'Hi, James! This is Daniel. Daniel, James.' she introduced them.

'Of course. It is an honor meeting you, Your Highness.' Daniel bowed his head a little.

'Daniel, I have not seen you before. Which house do you belong to?’ James asked.

‘I... I am a commoner, sir.’ he said.

‘Daniel is my friend. And now my security too.’ Emily corrected him.

‘Nice to meet you, Daniel. Can I borrow Emily for a moment?’ he asked.

‘Ofcourse, I will give you two some privacy.’ he said backing away.

“You look gorgeous today, Emily!’ James said.

‘Thanks’ Emily looked down at her cheeks turn red.

‘I am afraid I won't be able to spend much time with you tonight. But could you share your number with me?’ he said pulling out his mobile.

‘Sure!’ she said taking his mobile. She saved her number and handed the mobile back to him.

‘I will take your leave now..’ he said taking her hand in his, pulling it up to kiss her knuckles, looking in her eyes. Her cheeks turned red as his lips brushed her hands softly. She smiled, tugging a loose strand of hair behind her ear, as James waved her goodbye.

Love at first sight, she had seen in movies, read in novels, but had never experienced it. Not till today. She knew she was in love when all she could think about today was him. How his smile had brightened up her life. There is no other feeling in the world as beautiful as love. But what if she fails to win his heart in the social season? What if someone else wins him over? Will she fail again? Was she ready for the biggest challenge of her life?

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sumblebuttz1987 · 7 years

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Fanfiction For My Friend

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This is a fan-fiction for my Friend cause she is sad and not doing to well emotional wise. So If your reading this hope this makes you feel better.

Abigail is the name of my friends character so soz if you dont like.

Angsty/Romance and lots of caring an love. 15+

Warning!! Disturbing thoughts and description very angsty.

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Song I suggest you listen to if you like?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7bIbVlIqEc&index=3&list=TLGGmqiXpBGhpYwzMTEwMjAxNw

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zh4lSPANmvI

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Abigails POV

Today was a shit day. For the past few months I`ve been feeling like complete shit, life is crap everything is crap. Even though that I have the most beautiful man in the world in my arms every night and every morning, I cant help but feel like... I`m not good enough. I feel like I`m not pretty enough for him and that there are many other amazing women out there that could take my place instead of me. My mind, is slowly corrupting me. I just cant take it anymore.

I hate myself so much.

I`ve started to come to this conclusion that I may have depression. My teenage angst is slowly starting to crawl its way back into my life. And fuck I hate it. I want it to go away I want all my emotions and all my fear to disappear from this stupid reality. I walk towards the bathroom and start to undress. Jumin isnt home yet, so a little bit of this wont hurt me. So I start to let my thoughts empty into the room thats filled with silence.

I clench my fists as I look at my appearance in the mirror. I think of my failures in my life, and it starts to over take my accomplishments. I feel the hate and the sadness within me start to pierce open. I grab my skin and frown, I cant believe this, why dose he like this?! I untie my hair and stroke through it, I dont understand why he fell inlove with this. I caress my cheek as tears start to run down my face. I clench my fist as I look at my reflection in the mirror, my mind screams as a loud noise breaks the thick silence.

SMASH

Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck... I look at myself as more tears run down my eyes from the physical pain I`ve caused myself. Glass is shattered everywhere and blood is running down from my knuckles. I feel like screaming and crying into a ball. But I need to clean this up before Jumin gets home. I kneel down on the ground to start to pick up the glass to put it on the bench- Until I hear the front door open. My eyes widen, I start to panic as I rush to sweep up the shards with my hand.

Jumin- I`m home!

I close the door in the bathroom. I really start to panic now. I feel my eyes scatter everywhere across the room. I find the bin and I rush to go grab it, I almost slip but I catch myself on the bench but I do make quite a noise. Shit.

Jumin- Is everything ok dear?

I feel my voice crack as I talk because of the pain I`m in.

Abigail- Y..es....

I start to tear up and cry more. I try my best to pick up more of the glass, but I hear him come near the door. I start to freak. His voice hardens.

Jumin- You don`t sound to good, I`m coming in.

Abigail- Wa-it!....

He opens the door only to see me sitting on the floor in tears as my hand Is covered in blood. Shards of glass scattered everywhere.. On the bench some on the ground, aswell as some droplets of blood on the ground aswell. His face is completely blank with a dead expression. He dosent even blink, he just stands there. I feel like hes going to yell at me.

Abigail- I`ll clean.... thi..s up... jus..t give me.. a-

I start to cry more and as I open my mouth no words come out. I feel terrible.

Before I could think of anything else he walks over and picks me up. My shaking legs wrap around his waist and and arms wrap around his chest, as I bury my face into his collarbone. I wimper into his body and feel all my fears and worry build up.

Abigail under her breath- I`m so so sorry Im so sorry jumin.

He walks me over to the kitchen bench and places me down. He goes to the cabinet and grabs the first aid kit, aswell as a wash cloth. He starts to clean up my hand and wraps a bandage around it. He looks at my puffy face and caresses my cheek. He leans in close to my face and looks at me in my eyes. I feel my soul being pierced. Until I feel a warmth spread around my body. His soft lips touch mine and start to heal the mental wounds that I gave myself. He wraps his arms around my waist pulling me in further towards him. His body is starting to make me feel warm and fuzzy all around me. He stops kissing to whisper in my ear.

Jumin- Everything Is going to be ok, I promise you. I will make it all better.

And with that he pulls me back into a kiss grabbing my sore hand and intertwining his large fingers into my small delicate ones, just like a band aid.

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#jumin han #mystic messenger jumin #fanfiction #angst #sad #warm #cute #loving

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novapopstar · 7 years

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Let me tell a story about true love and loss.

This is one of my favorite stories to tell. And at the same time, its one of the hardest. You don't really get second chances. But if you were able to take that second chance in something you horribly screwed up on, you would take it, wouldn't you? This is gonna sound exactly like those very cliche white boy romance movies that try to be kinda edgy, i know it does in the beginning. Ive lived long enough to know that. But she... She was everything to me. Ive lived so long feeling nothing. She brought a spark to my dead soulless empty life. She was the greatest thing that ever happened to me. Its the reason i took that second chance. She can never know i exist. It was the beginning of summer of 2015. The final day of high school. I finished the exam at least an hour and a half early. And as most 18 year olds do, i put my earbuds in at full blast and passed out at my desk without a care in the world. Im awoken by an earthquake. The worst earthquake imaginable. My name is being screeched by what i can only describe is a Pterodactyl. I pull my headphones out of my ears. "What, Kamyrn?" I am not a happy boy. "The bell rang like 15 minutes ago." Are you serious? "You...didnt wake me up sooner?" The pterodactyl shrugs. "Didnt seem like i needed to just yet." I shouldve punched him right through his ginger face. He had a pale complexion, although more color than mine, freckles on his nose and cheeks, bright green eyes and the most irish looking red hair youve ever seen. Hes actually Italian. Hes basically what you call a cinnamon roll in meme terms. "So theres a music venue happening tonig-" "Nope." I stand up quickly, fix my bangs, and throw my hood up. I tried to bee line for the door but the fucker is always faster. I do NOT do social gatherings. Hes lucky i even talked to him. "Cmon, Tyyyyy! I want you to meet my friends. Theyre playing tonight!" "You know i dont like social events. I cant handle them. Besides i have to get home an-" He grabs my arms and pleads with his eyes. "Just this once? Pleaaaase?" I sigh. I hated it when he did that. I loved him so much i could hardly say no to him most of the time. "Fine. When do we go?" "We can start heading over right now. Theyre setting up and we can watch them warm up!" "You actually seem more cheery than normal. Anything special happening tonight?" "The Goddess, Tyler!!" Of course. "The Goddess" was a girl named Diana. The love of his life. She was literally too perfect. Beautiful black flowing hair, the deepest of blue eyes, beautifully pale skin, the most perfect smile. The sight caused Kamryn to become speechless. Especially since her father was there at the venue. The venue was basically as normal as you can get i guess. Smelled of sweat and heartbreak. The colors were a mix of greys and more greys. It was a really spacious area with some dining tables and chairs. I believe there was a bar at one end of the room. And right in the back was a big stage where they kept all the equipment for the bands. Big speakers lined the sides of the stage including the top of walls for surround sound in the building. This....this was the place i met her. Kamyrn was being interrogated by Dianas father, Marcus. Kamyrn sweating profusely. I mean, i dont blame him. Marcus was ripped and that rugged look and deep voice of his was something to feel threatened about. If you can picture what a roman soldier looked like, ya got Marcus. Diana was giggling and watching Kamyrn squirm the whole time. My senses were broken when the lights dimmed down and the first show was about to start. And as if an Angel has glided across the stage, she appeared. She was the most stunning thing i had ever laid eyes one. Shoulder length chestnut hair, from afar youd think they were green but she actually had hazel eyes, she had the sweetest smile, and i cant forget the red streaks in her hair. Her voice was something of an angel. And i caught myself staring. Ive never been a believer in love at first sight, but, damn... There was no mistaking it. I had slowly began to fall for her that night. But of course, i always have something come up to ruin my moments of bliss. Heres the part where things get complicated as all hell. I finished that graduation exam an hour and a half early because, ive taken it at least 25 times by now. At least at that school. I passed with flying colors because i know all the answers a little too well. The reason is the dumbest reason you have ever heard of. Im an 182 year old, as of 2015, vampire with the body of an 18 year old. All my features resemble a scrawny emo kid. Right down to the black nails, the black eyeliner, and the black emo hair. My purple eyes are natural however. Right now im having what is called Cravings. Now listen, i do not love being a vampire. Ive been running from that life for years. So i cringe at the thought of feeding off a humans. But at this moment in time, i am in need NOW. Therefore i cannot just waltz over to the nearest bloodbank and "charm speak" my way into dinner. I had to do my best to leave the venue without causing suspicion. I keep my eyes closed as i turn to Kam, holding a hand to my head. "Kam, dude im really sorry. The whole social thing is really getting to me. I really have to head out. I do not feel well." "Im really glad you tried to make it though, Ty. Ill check in on you later okay?" I nod and make the horrible mistake of opening my eyes. Kamryn wasnt looking however. But someone else did. My eyes tend to change color depending on the need. Right now theyre clearly gold. Gold for hunger. I quickly make my way out into the alley way. I hate every second of this. The alley smells like rotting shit and cat piss. Its the least of my worries. But its all i can smell. I need that trace of blood. Now. This isnt fun for me. I hate having to walk up to an unsuspecting human and trick them into letting me feed. This woman didnt deserve it. But they dont know what theyre doing when the "charm speak" is involved. Im able to pin her to the wall at this point, shes moaning in pleasure very loudy as i sink my teeth into her neck. I want to vomit. But i swallow and keep it down. She slumps down the wall unconscious. I didnt bleed her out, i never drink enough for that to happen. I fix her body in a way that when she wakes up, she'll think she just passed out from intoxication. Poor girl.. "A vampire? Never wouldve thought." I spin around, blood sorta dripping from my chin. I had made sure i was alone. It was just Marcus. But i didnt know why Marcus would have known. "Clean yourself, boy." I dont even blink as i wipe my chin furiously. "W-why did you follow me?" "I know the actions of a vampire when they need to feed. You showed clear signs back at the venue. I also saw those eyes of yours." "Well, what do you want from me?" He smiled wide. "Youre obviously no threat if youve been living the human world for so long. You nearly looked like death feeding off that woman." I looked defeated. "I didnt have the time to make it to a bloodbank, sir." Needless to say, i was taken back to venue after it was all cleared out. Kamryn looked worried as hell when i got back. "Dude, are you okay? I thought you were going home?" I smiled weakly. "I just needed to take a walk. Marcus found me to tell me to come back so i could meet your friends." Kam flashed a big smile. "Well the only one thats still here is-" "Emma." The Angel had spoken. Kam decided that was good enough and had walked over to flirt with his goddess. "So, a vampire huh?" I blinked. "Im sorry..?" She pointed to the shoulder area of my jacket. The fact Kam never noticed still annoys me. She laughs. "Thats not really the reason. I just know." She smirked. "Ive seen a few in my day. None looked like you though. Why are you trying so hard to seem human?" I felt it was pointless at this point. "I despise vampires." "So you despise yourself?" "Precisely." "Does Kamryn know?" "He can never know." She nods in understanding. "So yeah, im Emma Grayson." She extends her arm and i shake it nervously. Her hands were always so soft. Not to mention calloused. But the best hands ive ever held. "Tyler Deravious." This Tyler didnt realize what he was getting himself into. How this meeting would change his life for the worst. You dont get a third chance. If i could turn back, i would. I cannot begin to tell you the regret i feel writing this all down. I ended up leaving my apartment that i had been illegally living in for years now and i moved into the mansion that i never knew existed in chicago. This mansion housed demon slayers. An immortal roman soldier demon slayer and his adopted daughter. I had chosen to slay demons as well. Including my kind. Things only get more complicated from here. ------------- So im thinking about writing a story out that ive had in my mind since 2015. Im not the best at writing but maybe i can get better along the way if i stick with it. I dont have a name for it yet, but heres the prototype Prologue for my most favorite story ive thought of. This story is an emotional rollercoaster. But it follows the life of Tyler Deravious, a Rogue Vampire who hates the thought of being a vampire. He becomes a demon slayer and learns what its like to have a family after so many years. Falls in love. Learns to be less awkward and more brave. He has to help defeat a great evil that threatens to destroy Chicago, and maybe the world if hes not careful. It might just turn out too much for him. Im really hoping i can do something with this. Its all original! So take my shitty prologue and give me some critiques.

#vampire #original story #no title yet #demon slayers #demon hunting #angst #prologue #rough draft #prototype #romance #action #tyler deravious #emma grayson #kamryn steelwater #marcus #loss #pain #critique me

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