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eah-exchange · 1 year

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The Night Before Frabjous Day As related to the Narrator by the Mad Hatter

To:@bitch-what-in-the-ass

From: @everafterbi

The gift is for Dollie. It's called The Night Before Frabjous Day. Essentially, the Mad Hatter explains the origins of Frabjous Day (when his ancestors supposedly took down the Jabberwocky, but in the destruction only one pot of tea was left. However, the tea miraculously lasted eight days.) Although the poem is a parody of the Night Before Christmas, I wanted to put an element of Hanukkah in my work as well. The Mad Hatter arrives at Ever After High in a giant teapot pulled by March Hares, and he and Maddie leave gifts for all the students. At the end, the Hatter gives the reader a kiss somewhere on their face and thanks them for reading the story. I purposely left it a little vague, because I couldn't tell if my recipient had a crush on the Mad Hatter or not (in my opinion, it's understandable if he does!). I'd rate it PG at the most. Characters included are almost all of the students, the Mad Hatter, and especially Maddie, Lizzie, Daring, Kitty, Raven, and Apple.

‘Twas the night before term’s end (As told to the Dormouse) Not a student was stirring even Ginger Breadhouse.

The students were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of destiny danced in their heads.

When out on the grounds there arose such a clatter, Maddie sprang from her bed to see what was the hatter!

When, what to her wondering eyes should appear, But a giant teapot, pulled by eight Marching Hares!

With a tall, lanky driver so lively and mad, She knew in a moment it had to be- “Dad!”

More rapid than dragons his coursers they came, And he reigned them all in and called he called them by name:

“Now Lutwidge! Now Lewis! Now Jubjub! Now Tumtum! On Brillig and Alice and April and Boojum!

From the top of Book End, to the top of the wall! Now clean cup, move down, and dash away all!”

Maddie jumped out the window, umbrella in hand And floated on down to meet the strange band.

A somersault, wink, and a nod of his head, Soon gave her to know she had nothing to dread.

The moon on the March Hares sipping their tea, Shone bright on the hug he gave his appointee.

“Dad, what are you doing outside of the shop?” “Why, Madeline mine, don’t tell me you forgot?”

“It’s our favorite day!” he callooed and callayed. The most beamish, and mad, and Frabjous of days!”

“I remember the story!” she chortled with glee “How the Hatters of old slew the Jabberwocky!”

“It was really quite scary,” she stopped with a sniff. “Nothing was left after all of the tiff!”

“Nothing, except for one small pot of tea, With hardly enough for a one-night party!”

“Yet the Hatters kept teacups aloft and alight, For somehow the tea lasted EIGHT wondrous nights!”

“Correct!” cried old Mad as he ruffled her curls. “And we celebrate this regardless of worlds!”

For our land of Wonder, we may not be There. But we can find wonder most any old Where!”

And now you’re of age, my sweet schmetterling, To help me give gifts to each Ever Afterling!”

Maddie squealed with joy and gave Had Dad a squeeze. “I’m sure we’ll find something to give everyone squee’s!”

So Hatter and daughter, with hats big and small, Ran straight up the high school’s slippery wall!

Anyone else would have dashed on the fall, But they didn't know that, so they dashed away all!

At the tip topmost tower they ended their zoom, And slid down the chimney to their first student room.

Raven was tossing and turning in bed, While visions of evil galumphed through her head.

Hatter took off his hat with a flourish and knack, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

He pulled out a teapot, and with tender grace, Poured its silvery contents on Raven’s sad face.

But she didn’t wake up, she slept even deeper. For it was Sweet Dream tea, and it soothed a scared sleeper.

“Thanks dad,” Maddie grinned as the dreamy tea dried. “You’ve removed Grumpy Gus from the Raven inside.”

“But my gift is better, much more statuesque. You can’t rewrite your story without the write desk!”

She reached into her hat, out a writing desk came. It was purple and black, with a silvery frame.

Then the Hatters turned to the slumbering Ap, Who’d just settled down for a long winter’s nap.

“Happy Frabjous to you, my dear co-president!” Maddie whispered with mischievous giggly content.

As she placed lots of apples on shelves and on books, Her father looked on with most curious looks.

He closed his eyes tight and reached into his hat, And pulled out a trinket- small, silver, and flat.

The thing was a pendant, with a charm like a boat Which said “when you wear me, you will always float”.

“What a curious thing, if I might be frank- “When I ‘bobbed for apples’, they never once sank!

“But perhaps apples here have a different job?” “Do they sink, do they float? We had better ask Bob!”

Through walls through floors like a fish swam in water, They brought gifts to more students, this Hatter and daughter.

The room just below the top of the spire Held the lovely princesses, Ashlynn and Briar.

For Ashlynn, a gift with tremendous appeal: 5 inch high shoes, with a hat for the heel.

For Briar, a 12-Dancing-Princess tea in a glass. The concoction would keep her awake during class.

Down one floor, Lockes (Blondie) and Cupid (C.A.), had long since thrown down their thronework for the day.

For Blondie, a reporter’s recording MirrorPhone, Which would film her news stories, floating on its own.

For Cupid, a violin, which as they both know Would be perfect to go with her own “Cupid’s bow”.

Cerise and Cedar were next on the list, Unbeknownst to receive their Frabjous Day gifts.

Although Cedar Wood did not need to doze, Her eyelashes rested on each side of her nose.

They left fireproof lotion which Cedar had yearned, And Cerise got a red helmet ere they adjourned.

Bunny, who Maddie adored as a sister, Got new gloves and a horn to further assist her.

For the bunny would start their whole story by fate, She would herald the Queen, and shout loudly, “I’m Late!”

And Faybelle, who slept in the opposite bunk Got new cheerhexing pom poms, since hers were defunct.

For hardworking Ginger, two self stirring spoons, For M. Piper, a purse, so she’d only drop tunes.

For Holly, a book with a new end each readthrough, For Poppy, striped hair dye to spice up her hairdo.

A loud megaphone for fierce Rosabella, Which magnified each of the things that she’d spell ya.

For Darling, a sachet of magical dust, To ensure the Knight’s armor would never rust.

For Farrah a stone well, to grant her own wishes For Meeshell, fishbowl bunk beds, to sleep with the fishes.

For Nina some cat toys for her Rascal feline, and Jillian got rope to pull her up her vine.

For Justine, sleep-tap shoes to help her sleep dance, For Ramona, tall platforms for her big, bad wolf stance.

Now that all of the ladies had their presents received, They gave gifts to the boys, if it can be believed!

To the Hatter, Alistair was like a son, They made sure that his gift was second to none- They gave him a bottle that never ran dry, For the whole sea of tears he was destined to cry.

And for Sparrow Hood, who slept next to their boy An acoustic guitar, with no amp to employ.

For Hunter, some shirts that were untorn and new, For he tore them all off for his Huntsman’s Rescue.

For Dexter and antlered bunny Mr. Cottonhorn, Matching waistcoats that shimmered and glittered when worn.

For neither a prince or smart jackalope, Could go out underdressed- why, no one could cope!

For Humphrey’s Unbirthday, a mattress of feathers. A red-letterman jacket was left for Chase Redford.

The last of the boys they had left to treat Were Hopper and Daring, in their most princely suite.

Hopper’s was easy- lip gloss and narcissus Flowers and kisses for his future blisses.

But Daring’s best gift was a trick for the giver, Unsure what was best for her to deliver.

But The Hatter grinned, as he reached in his hat And pulled out some books, small, easy and flat.

They said “Riddlish: a Guide to Translate” And “Wonderland Customs, from Pecans to Dates”.

Because even though Lizzie was all of sixteen, Her glances at Daring (and his!) he had seen.

He hoped that his gifts would be the start, Of one happy ending and two happy hearts.

Speak of the Cards, and they shall be played, And to Lizzie and the Duchess��s chambers they strayed.

Duchess got pepper and two large plush pigs, Who doubled as tutors for Wonderland jigs.

Then Maddie and Dad smiled at Lizzie once more, As she called for beheadings ‘twixt each regal snore.

And While Lizzie slept like the bumps on a log, Maddie gave handmade hats to all Lizzie’s hedgehogs.

The Hatter withdrew a quite special card deck, Official it looked, (so she wouldn’t suspect)

That the words inside were not Mother’s commands, But advice and approval from one who understands.

The Hatter had heard Cupid’s radio show And written it down so that Lizzie would know

That her heart and her destiny need not conflict, As for Daring, King of Hearts, he supported her pick.

With a tear in his eye, he tucked her into bed And whispered, quite lovingly, “Off with your head”.

The last room on the journey was Madeline’s own The Hatter had planned this, but it hadn’t shown.

The teapots were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St. Frabjous would somehow appear.

Aloft on a branch where she chose to retire, Not easily woken was Kitty Cheshire.

And Kitty’s sleep habits concerned Madeline, Many naps on a branch might injure one’s spine.

Mad Dad filled their teapots with tea from his hat, While Maddie prepared a large box for their Cat.

Like red paint to a rose, the sleeping girl grinned Disappeared, and reappeared slumbering within.

But this disappearance was nothing to dread, They knew she’d sleep anywhere except for her bed.

Still, Maddie worried for her roommate’s rest, And left balls of soft yarn, so that Kitty could nest.

Now, her spine and herself safe inside of her box, The Hatter tucked Kitty in blankets and smocks.

And under her teapot he left watch and chain, Which seems unimpressive until I explain:

In place of each number, a letter shone through And together, the letters spelled I U M O P Y R F O O U D

“Now, Maddie my dear,” he said with a jerk “It’s your turn to rest, after all of this work.”

“But Dad, I’m not sleepy!” the young hatter yawned, But he brought her to bed, to sleep thereupon.

As Maddie closed her eyes and began her siesta, There was just one thing missed from this Frabjous fiesta.

Dad reached in his hat, and pulled out its twin. He wore the new one, and said “You will begin

Your story quite soon, and you’ll need the right hat. My fathers, grandmother’s, and grandparents’ before that!

He left his old hat on her head, and he vowed, “My sweet baby girl, I will ALWAYS be proud.”

Then, laying a finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, “Happy Frabjous to all, and to all a good night!” . . . . . .

(“Hey, wait a minute! You! In your readerly glory! Thank you so much for reading my story”!

Inside your mind’s eye, the Hatter gives you a smile. “I’ve known that you’ve been here all of this while!”

Your imagination, dear reader, makes all stories possible. You are not worthless, or unloved, or burbly, or tossable.”

The Mad Hatter bends down gives your face a kiss, “The story you’ll tell, I don’t want to miss!”

So, before I truly drive out of your sight, Happy Holidays to YOU, and to YOU a good night!”)

Author's note: Hi! Ever After Bi here. I hope you enjoy my poem and have a happy holiday! Feel free to let me know how you liked it!

#gifts 2022 #bitch what in the ass #everafterbi

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slifarianhawk · 1 year

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Chapter 15: thanks but no

Dawn was encroaching upon the horizon and the wolf pack and agent hawk pulled back into the vehicle bay. Leaping from the ATV, I headed towards the medical wing. the leader of the ragtag bunch of deer huntsmen had fallen and was attacked by a wolf form of the Cerberus B.O.W. He needs the T virus vaccine as soon as possible. Thankful I had Archer trained to formulate one on call.

"Commander Tabitha." agent hawk ran over to me from his parking spot, " go to your guest I'll handle the idiots."

"Alright just follow Archer's orders regarding the treatment Pheonix corps true purpose must be

protected at all cost," I spoke casting light on how serious of a matter this was.

"Understood." he saluted and escorted the six individuals to the medical bay. Without a doubt, I was exhausted. The past few months were busy and the lack of rest was finally catching up. This is a major proving point to Wesker and the no-good she bitch that I was on their side. That I was a cause for destruction, not rehabilitation. This world was a merciless place for those who fought against the mess umbrella made. I need to make a call, he would be able to give some fun.

"ill be in my room," I spoke as I entered my elevator. The ride was short, all while my mind was with thoughts of worry. Once I arrived at my breath shuttered out as I had stepped out of a walk-in freezer.

"WHITE QUEEN!" I shouted in frustration.

"Yes, my lady," she spoke her voice monotone and electric.

"Scan this room for bugs!" I near shouted, "No make it the entire building."

"Understood, commencing scan of the Pheonix Corps headquarters..." White Queen stood silent.

I hooked up my webcam to my desktop and decided to report in but not as Alistar to Wesker, as Tabitha to Chris. I'm not on any side, my path is my own. I will break fates design.

" Scan complete, a single bug has been located in the room Ricardo Irving is staying in," White Queen stated before disappearing.

So they will be monitoring my actions from it more than likely. I turned on the VPN that was set up to mark me in Russia. It was time to call Chris. I clicked the link that reached out to his PDA. The next thing I heard was the dial tone. Such a small thing created immense dread in the bottom of my stomach. Fear was racing as I sweated bullets. I looked in the camera and saw my frantic reflection. my heartbeat flew through the roof and I started to panic.

"do you even know what time it is O'Brian!" Chris shouted, perfect.

"Chris I know it's dawn, but I need to inform you on som....mmmm...something." I studdered fear dripping like thick honey from my voice.

"T WHAT THE FUCK!!! WHERE ARE ARE YOU?!?" He shouted.

"Don't yell don't yell no time." I panted quickly," there is a black market deal today in south Pittsburgh! the connections will be there!"

"what wait T where in south Pittsburgh" Chris groaned out in exasperation.

BANG BANG

"come on it's time to leave" steve yelled through the door.

"I have no time. I'm sorry Chris," I said crushing the webcam, '' coming steve."I open the room door blood dripping from my hand onto the black porcelain tile. Steve stared back at me in horror.

"let me get dressed its been a long night for me." I chuckled.

" why is I leave you alone for any amount of time your injured when I return? That will need stitches!" steve nearly shouted at me.

"accidentally broke a webcam. I forget my strength in moments of panic, nightmares."

"oh yea I understand, come out to the lobby ill stitch you up out there." steve said motioning me out.

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Chris Redfield pov

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"damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!." I threw on my uniform and boots. "again, AGAIN! Barry, T disappears without giving details. she is my elder sister why is she so avoidant of me."

" Chris, I get it. I'm frustrated with her but we did treat her like a monster. in both cases after the mansion incident and for a while after we found her dying in Russia. we saved her from Wesker then and she going out to find a pipe dream of finding him the man that nearly killed us including her from what she said." barry said trying to console his old friend.

letting out a massive sigh I spoke to barry exhausted, "I'm going to south Pittsburgh barry. I'm not joking. I'm going to find her. "

''Whoa whoa whoa, Chris! we don't even know if she will be there or not. think before you do something stupid!" barry snapped on the line and I stopped on a dime," look if you're this worried I'll call out and try to find her. I live like 40 minutes outside Pittsburgh anyway."

"thank you berry but no, I'm not leaving this. I lost jill, I've lost my mother and father, hell I thought she was dead after Raccoon city and I never did a funeral for her I was so pissed off. I am not abandoning her again when she is lost." I said staring off in a mirror and I swore I saw Tabitha standing behind me dressed in all black with blue shades. how she was last time I saw her, ready for war.

"CHRIS! DO NOT DO THIS!!!" with an audible click I hung up the phone.

"I'm sorry Barry but this is a Redfield matter" I spoke as morning draped into my Durham apartment.

This was going to be expensive but, I had paid rent ahead for a few months last week. so i had enough saved up for a three thousand dollar flight if it was necessary. nothing was going to stop me this time. i will save my older sister.

#wesker x reader #re wesker #resident evil #wesker #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x oc #wesker x oc #chris redfield #barry burton

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uniasus · 2 years

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Wanted to pop by and tell you how much I enjoyed your fic! If you don't mind answering, I wondered what Allison's POV during the universe reset was like. How did she learn that the universe was reset again? Did she already notice things were different after it happened or did she have to be told of it? What was her reaction/thoughts about it?

I've been dreading this question, because I really have to figure it out.

And you know how I figure things out? I write them.

So here, have something I wrote for you tonight just to answer this ask.

Read Prove Me Worse on Ao3 (1.2K) or below.

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Allison goes to bed, snuggled in warm with Ray's legs tangled with hers. From outside creeps in the glow of the lights that line their driveway, a warm yellow and not intrusive, but soft and familiar. When she wakes, the glow is replaced with that of the sun, just peeking over the wall of the property.

She turns toward Ray, who even in his sleep pulls her closer. She kisses his cheek and tells herself five more minutes. She sighs, content with her life. Loving husband, adorable daughter. Successful career. It's a dream.

Eventually, she extracts herself from her husband. She has to go to the studio today, and driving into the city in the morning always takes forever in LA traffic.

She pads into Claire's room, she's already up and brushing her teeth, before heading down to the kitchen. Maria is already there, starting the coffee and Allison nods her thanks at the maid.

More evidence of her dream life, the money to have her own private staff. One maid, one chef who makes dinner nightly, two private drivers, and a small security staff. Oh, and the pool boy. He comes once a week.

She looks out the back window to the pool and remembers wading into a different one desperately reaching for Klaus.

Allison turns away and begs the coffee machine to hurry up.

She hasn't talked to her brothers in a year. Klaus had called her once, shortly after Reginald created this universe. He'd left a message on her voicemail, broken-hearted. "I hope it's worth it, Allison. Because you sacrificed a lot of us."

She's called him back, but no response.

Thing is, at the end of the day, sometimes she wonders if it was worth it. Once, she'd traded Ray for Claire. And now, she traded her brothers for her nuclear family. Did she wish it hadn't come at the expense of Luther? Yes. Did she wish Reginald had let her keep her powers? Yes.

Would she have made the same deal?

She doesn't know.

But, she thinks, she would have spared Harlan. She'll admit to being a bitch that night.

When she steps out of the car at the studio, the flashes of paparazzi cameras are bright. The blue-white of headlights, the activation of Viktor's powers.

"Allison! Allison!" they shout, and it's so familiar she doesn't notice anything different about the morning. She flips her hair, gives a wave, and steps into the studio.

It's only once she's inside that she notices the familiar logo of Hargreeves Media is gone.

She's walked into a place called Veda Films.

Allison stops dead in the hallway and the assistant leading her turns.

"Did you need something?" she asks in a trembling voice. "Water? Coffee? We have some in the reading room."

"Rum," Allison says.

The assistant nibbles her lip. "I can ask-"

"No, no, don't worry about it. I was kidding." Allison flashes the girl a smile and continues on.

Veda Films Allison thinks.

She wants to pull out her phone to look something up, but there are other things about the world that are off as she and the rest of the cast of her new movie do a reading of the script. No one wears clothing with a stylized H. None of the businesses or brands in the script are a variant of Hargreeves.

A quick google during a break confirms it. The Umbrella Academy exists. Viktor's book exists. They're back in 2019. Her 2019.

But Ray was here when she woke up. Her house is the same. Her career. Her staff.

It hits her. Her brothers went on a mission without her. Never even called. They took on Dad, and the Guardians, again. They've reset the universe. And they've done what she thought was impossible. They didn't make a trade. They made things better.

There are no articles about Ben's death.

She cries in the car back home. Thinks about that number she has saved for Klaus. Would he answer, this time? Can she have her brothers back?

Ray meets her at the door when she gets home. He's nervous, slightly scared, and Allison is instantly on alert.

"What is it?" she asks, trying to peer around her husband into the home.

"A man arrived today. He says he's your brother. But I don't recognize him."

"Which one?"

"Five."

She starts. Not the brother she expected.

"He's in the front room."

She kisses Ray's cheek in thanks, then walks in to greet her brother. She stops in the doorway.

There's a man in the room, not a teen, and his back is tense as he stares out the window. He shifts from foot to foot, antsy, eager to move, to do something, and when he turns to pace Allison gets a look at his face.

It could be Five. But it's the way he says her name that cements it.

"Allison." Cold. Frank. This is not a reunion call.

She gives him a quick once over. Last time Allison saw him, he was in a thirteen-year-old body and missing an arm. She knew he was alive, it'd been part of her deal with Reginald, but the person before her is a whole adult. Two arms. The beginning of wrinkles. A noticeable jaw line.

"Five," she breathes. "You look, you look good."

He scoffs, and again Allison thinks about how this time, without her, they made things better.

"I'm not here to catch up, Allison. You did a lot of shitty things. But I figured you noticed things were a little different this morning."

"You reset the universe."

He raises an eyebrow, impressed she's put that together. It's a little insulting he didn't think she could.

"Yes. We decided you get to keep your life. It's obviously important to you."

She swallows. Because it strikes her at that moment they didn't have to. If they reset the universe to 2019, they could haven't taken Ray. But they didn't.

"We got our own. We plan to live them. Made it so Ben didn't die. Nor Sloane. Dave. Harlan."

Allison flinches. "Luther?" she whispers.

Five cocks his head at her. "Respawned in Dad's universe. So he's been alive for the past year."

Oh. She…she hadn't known that. Relief floods through her as Five continues.

"Dad's dead. Thought you should know that. Also, Luther didn't go to the moon in this timeline, so don't mention anything about that to the press. Not that you've talked much about us to them the past year. You did pretty well distancing yourself from us."

"That can change."

Five snorts. That's a no from him, but Allison still has Klaus's number. Ben shouldn't hate her, right? She should apologize to Luther as well.

Five looks out the window again, and Allison places the frantic energy he's radiating. Her siblings might have reset the universe, but there's a snag. A problem that needs fixing.

"What is it?" she asks.

Five's mouth is a thin line, but from behind his teeth, he says. "Viktor hasn't checked in."

There's unexpected sorrow in the statement, and Allison thinks maybe there was a trade after all. A sacrifice, even.

"Enjoy the life he let you keep, Allison." Five blinks away.

She can't bring herself to call Klaus.

#my spiraling self #make me your bomb #prove me worse #my fanfiction #wip #snippet #ask #nonny #tua #the umbrella academy #allison hargreeves #five hargreeves

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screamingforyears · 1 year

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ALBUM_of_the_MONTH 2/23:

If I had wanted fun, I would’ve made it… C’mon feel the noize… There will always be room for the kind of music @oozingdude create because quite frankly, the world is constantly in some sort of “end of days” turmoil where the moral/societal fabric is always fraying. Read any article that covered pop culture throughout the decades & that theme will always be there… you motherfuckers swear that the 90’s were the halcyon days which couldn’t be further from the truth… yet here we are, still bitching about our modern problems while locked in a never ending cycle of dread. Thankfully, the Chicago-based power trio of guitarist/vocalist Zack Weil, bassist Kevin Cribbin & drummer Kyle Reynolds are here to provide us w/ our requisite soundtrack in the form of the aptly titled ‘WE CATER TO COWARDS,’ a damn near perfect 10 track spread that more than indulges in the beautifully brash.

“Bank Account Anxiety” is exactly how you start a modern pre-apocalyptic noise album both sonically & thematically while “Total Existence Failure” & “Crypto Fash” are lurchingly & head _bobbed groovers that seamlessly blend sludge, post_metal & DoomHop under one nervily noised umbrella.

“The Good Times (I Don’t Miss ‘Em)” brings that early Nirvana vibe, one mashed of throated noise meets melodic fits as “Between Cults” furthers the caustic assault of ringing six-strings & off kilter rhythms while “Old Sludge” executes the internal quest/question of Smashing Pumpkins, but like metal(?).

“Hypnic Jerk” brings a battered assault across a spastically sprite clip that’s chockful of their NoiseNik-ing ways while “Chudly” brings the cuddly doom & “Midlife Crisis Actor” serves as a modern noise manifesto… all agitated, explosive & funneled fury.

We live in an interesting time, one increasingly divided, hair-triggered & all consuming where anything/everything is a click away & where we demand everyone toe the manicured line… so its refreshing to hear such a beautifully deranged, agitatedly morose & sonically flexed album which more than caters to our ugly yet much needed side.

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maaaaaatryoshka0325 · 3 years

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Hurricane - Bang Chan Mafia AU Part 1

Warnings: Violence, language, drugs

A/N: Hey ya’ll, I missed writing these mafia fics so here’s Bang Chan’s :D as for those asking about Inure and AASB, both will be worked on and posted! I have started the next part of both of them, as my motivation is slowly coming back! I can’t wait to be posting more, and I’m BEYOND stoked to be writing a mafia fic again. Here’s the long awaited part 1 of Hurricane!

(Next Part ->)

Your hand stretched out, soft droplets of rain gently splattering in your palm.

Raining again?

The city was plagued with soft thunderstorms all throughout the week, and you believed the cloud of melancholy that was rumbling in your head may have been caused by it. Your life wasn’t necessarily hard, but it lacked something… It lacked excitement. You got up for work every morning, then went home and cooked dinner, watched some movies, then went to sleep. You were beginning to wonder when this boring little life of yours will have meaning, when it’ll give you a reason to want to get up in the morning.

I’m pathetic.

A deep sigh left your lips as you grabbed both of your umbrellas, one a soft matte black, and the other a pattern of greens with Totoro on it. A small gift from a friend of yours when you had left town to work in the city. When you had left to “live your dream.”

A depressed, lonely journalist walking through a rainy city, how ironic. You should’ve been in one of those Kdrama’s, or maybe an 80’s movie. At least your life would have some kind of excitement, some kind of meaning behind it. Hell, you hardly had friends, or even a love interest.

The rain picked up, and so did the wind, causing the rain to move sideways and wet your black cardigan. You stepped under a bus stop for a moment, as you had left for work early that morning. Making a five minute rest stop wouldn’t put a dent in your punctuality.

You looked down at your phone and scrolled through Instagram, seeing a picture of one of your friends that had been left behind in the small town you had moved too for college. She was smiling happily with her now fiancé, and you felt a little jealousy. She didn’t have to leave town to follow her dreams, she didn’t have to leave anyone behind to find love, she didn’t have to give up her everyday life to be happy.

The last time you had talked to her though, she had been upset with you. It’s not like it’s your fault really, but she thinks you had forgotten all about her and your other friends. What were you supposed to do though? Drop the job you had gone to school for/have been trying to get for months? She had always talked about the city, why couldn’t she come see you?

You were interrupted from your thoughts as a man hurried under the bus stop, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. He wore a nice, expensive looking leather jacket, but it had no hood. Your eyes glanced up at his face, and he suddenly looked at you. Your cheeks turned red as he had caught you looking at him, but all he did was give a light chuckle.

“Didn’t even bother to check the weather today.” He said, wiping some of the rain droplets from his brow. “And a car drove by and splashed me.”

“I hate city drivers.” You chuckled. “It’s like they do it on purpose.”

“Oh, he definitely did it on purpose.” He chuckled, flashing a bright grin. “Asshole.”

His smile was pretty, a nice set of white teeth showing past his plump lips. His lips were dark as his teeth chattered, the light, early spring breeze not doing the rain any justice. You felt bad for him, and reached into your bag and handed him the other umbrella. His eyes went down to it, then up to your eyes.

“It’s too cold and raining too hard for you to not have an umbrella.” You said.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

You gave him a polite smile and nodded, watching his hand slowly reach out and grab it. Not only was his smile pretty, but so were his hands. His fingers were nice and slender, but still had a masculine look to them.

“Do you take this route often?” He asked.

“Yeah, I take it every morning to work.” You blurted out.

Idiot, why would you tell him that!

“Really? I’ll have to come here one morning so I can return this.” He said, raising the umbrella a little.

“It’s not that big of a deal.” You chuckled.

He popped it open and the image of Totoro was clear as day, and you wanted to facepalm so hard. Why the Hell did you give him that one?

He turned to you, an amused grin across his face.

“Totoro huh?” He asked with a chuckle.

“I-If you don’t like it you can take the black one.” You said, your cheeks red.

“Nah, I like this one. It’s cute.” He said with a big smile before he started to walk away.

He turned back to you as he stepped out in the rain, waving to you. “Thanks again, I’ll be sure to give this back!”

You watched him walk away before stepping away from the bus stop yourself and heading towards the building you worked in. As much as you wanted this job, sometimes you felt dread as you saw the building come into view. You never got any of the exciting things to write about, just boring old ads for newspapers, and sometimes you got lucky enough to post the daily comic. How nice it was to see Garfields face while typing. Even with all the overtime and running around you do for your boss and everyone else, you didn’t feel as though they truly appreciated you.

You stepped through the doors and made your way to the break room, a small smile on your face when you saw a cup of iced coffee with a note and your name attached to it. Out of everyone in the building, only one of them truly appreciated you. You both did this thing where you’d get each other coffee here and there, or leave little bags of treats.

“Hey Yujun.” You said as you walked past his cubicle. “Thanks for the coffee.”

“No problem Y/N, Jihya isn’t in today, so maybe you’ll be able to write something juicy for once.” He said as he gave you a bright smile.

You gave him a thumbs up as you made your way to your cubicle, setting down your bag and your coffee. Jihya was only a position above you, but she constantly acted as though she was the CEO. Which meant, she was a total bitch.

“Y/N.” Your boss called.

You stood up and bowed as he strolled over to you, a small smile on his face. “Jihya is going to be off for the next few days, so I’ll need you to write this.”

He handed you a small handful of papers and you smiled at him and nodded. “I’ll do my best Mr. Jang.”

Though you never felt like Mr. Jang totally liked you, he was rather kind. He kept everything he said to you short and sweet. You weren’t sure if he was just shy or if he truly didn’t like talking to anyone… Or maybe it was just you.

You set the papers down and looked through it, excitement making your eyes gleam. It was your first real story you’d be writing for, though the situation wasn’t anything to be excited about. The day before, a small bomb went off in a cafe. Though it wasn’t big, there were a few casualties, one being a young child. There had been an uprise in mafia groups and gangs recently, a lot more crime and dangerous activity appearing. You read through the papers, highlighting important parts and a few lines from a few interviews that a few others were able to get.

Your fingers rapidly glided across your keyboard, your eyes steadily watching the screen as words flowed out of your fingertips. You went over every paragraph multiple times, checking for any spelling or grammar mistakes, your eyes sharp. Lunch came around faster than usual, and honestly, you were close to skipping it. The story and your opportunity to really impress your boss and the company giving you too much excitement.

“You coming to lunch?” Yujun asked.

“Nah, I’m doing this story.” You said, not taking your eyes off of the screen.

“Y/N, I know you’re excited for this, but you need to get some energy!” He scolded you. “And looking at a screen like that for too long at a time is going to give you a headache.”

You sighed, knowing he was right.

“I know… I just got so wrapped up in the fact that I finally got something!”

“I know, it’s exciting getting your first big story, but once you get hungry or your head starts hurting, you won’t be able to focus.” He pointed out. “And you need to be on your A game for this one.”

“You’re right.” You said with a smile, standing up and stretching. “I guess I should listen to you.”

“You guess?” He chuckled.

You followed Yujun into the break room, finally feeling grateful for the hour break you got. You had plenty of time to eat and think about what else you wanted to write for the article. You rummaged through your bag for your lunch, and realized you had grabbed the second umbrella after noticing it was raining instead of your lunch.

“Shit.” You cursed under your breath.

“Forget your lunch?” Yujun asked.

“Yeah.” You sighed. “I grabbed my second umbrella instead… Which I, by the way, gave to some stranger on the street since he forgot one.”

“Well, it’s your lucky day.” Yujun said, reaching into his book bag and pulling out a second cup of noodles. “I brought two.”

“It’s like we were destined for each other.” You laughed as he handed you the cup of noodles.

You both sat there eating and you observed Yujun’s face. He was a couple years younger than you, and his face really proved his youth. He looked much younger than he actually was, his large eyes passing him off as a young high schooler. Despite him being a few years younger, you preferred him to not use honorifics with you, considering you were both pretty close.

“You’re writing about the bomb that went off, right?” Yujun asked.

“Yeah, thank goodness Jihya’s sick.” You said with a smile. “As fucked up as it sounds.”

“Not fucked up, accurate.” Yujun said, an evil little grin on his face.

You laughed as you stuck your chopsticks into your noodles, finally bringing them to your lips and sighing happily.

“Noodles are the best to have when it’s chilly and rainy.” You said.

“I agree.” He said muffly, a mouth full of noodles stuffing his cheeks.

You laughed at the way he looked, cheeks puffed out, large innocent eyes bigger than usual. He smiled at you through his stuffed cheeks and chewed, covering his mouth politely as he spoke.

“How’s the article coming?” He asked.

“So far so good, I’m so immersed in it. It feels so good to be able to get an ACTUAL job.” You said with a smile.

Yujun gave you an all too knowing nod. “It took forever to actually get a good story myself, no one ever believes in us little guys. They always give the good stuff to the seniors.”

You nodded in agreement, feeling sorry for Yujun. He had been here a year longer than you, and he had just recently gotten his first big story about two months back.

“What do you have so far?” He asked.

You reached into your bag and took out a dark purple folder, sliding the paper with the information out. You pointed out everything you’ve highlighted so far, and you realized that this was the perfect opportunity to get help from someone who's worked on stories like this. You explained thoroughly what you had gotten down so far, and how you worded certain areas. Yujun listened carefully, and even took a pen out from his bag and circled certain things you had down to add a word or two, or pointed out a few more things.

“I’m impressed, this is really good.” Yujun said.

“I still made quite a few mistakes.” You sighed.

Yujun patted your shoulder and gave you a soft smile.

“Listen, this is your first big story. It’s not going to be perfect your first try, and it won’t be your second. We all make small mistakes or tend to leave things out, or we could even use bigger and better words. I still make mistakes, and I made ten times the amount you made on my first try.” Yujun pointed out.

“Really? You made a lot of mistakes?” You asked.

“Hell yeah, the unfortunate part for me is that Jihya was the one who went over mine, and I got an eraser pegged at my face.” He laughed.

“Really?!” You gasped.

“Yup. Bounced right off my nose.” He chuckled. “So you’re pretty lucky you got me to be the one to check it over.”

“Yeah, I guess I am.” You laughed.

You both checked the time and headed back to your cubicles, and you quickly opened your laptop, hurrying to change what Yujun suggested. He had left you quite a few notes as references to what words and phrases you could use while writing the article. Your fingers fired away on the keyboard, your eyes going back and forth between your notes and your laptop. The hours ticked away a lot faster than usual, and you jumped when Yujun came over to your desk.

“Ready to head home?” He asked.

“For once, no.” You chuckled, shaking your head. “I can’t believe it’s 5;30 already.”

“Believe it Toots.” He said with a smile. “You heading out?”

“Ya know what, I think I’m gonna stay a bit longer.” You said. “Try and get some of this done. I need enough time to write it out and thoroughly go through it.”

“I understand, don’t get too caught up in it.” Yujun said. “I did that my first real story, and I lost days of sleep.”

“I’ll try not too.” You said reassuringly.

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said, waving goodbye to you.

You waved back then hunched closer to your laptop, pulling the papers with the story on it closer so you could highlight key points. You looked through all the papers and found the interviews with key witnesses, taking the important ones and rewriting them and highlighting major points. The persistent tapping of your laptop keyboard filling the empty room.

The hours quickly ticked away, and you were startled by the door to the main office opening. You looked up and saw Mr. Jang looking at you, a little confused,

“What are you still doing here Y/N?” He asked.

“Sorry Mr. Jang, I’m still working on the story you gave me, and I lost track of time. I wasn’t going to stay this long.” You said quickly, shocked to see that it was 8PM.

“It’s no trouble Y/N, I appreciate you staying and devoting yourself to your work.” He said with a kind smile. “But I do need to lock up.”

“Oh, no problem!” You said hurriedly, getting up and closing your laptop, taking your notes and putting them in your bag. “Sorry, I didn’t clock out. I won’t expect overtime.”

“You worked over time, didn’t you?” He asked with a chuckle. “I’m not worried about paying you for overtime, Y/N. Like I said, I appreciate you devoting yourself to your work.”

You bowed to him and he gave you another kind smile before opening the front door for you and locking it.

“Will you be okay getting home with it being this dark?” He asked.”Do you need a ride?”

“Oh, I should be okay.” You reassured him. “I appreciate that though!”

He gave you a smile and headed to his care, and you smiled as you turned and walked towards your apartment. The smell of the recent rain and early spring put you in an even better mood than before, and you decided that, when you get home, you’ll order out some noodles and continue to go over the papers and continue highlighting and writing down key points and what you’d like to put into your article. You could use your personal laptop and type what you need to, then email it to yourself so you could copy and paste it to what you have.

You got to the front of the building and went to open the door, and noticed it was locked. Of course, it would be locked. The first time since you moved in it’s locked, and your key to the front had broken. Your landlord, however, had given you a key to the basement, just in case this would happen.

You groaned as you started to make your way to the back of the building, which was connected to multiple alleyways, and sat right across from the back of a few places. You began to come around the back when you spotted something familiar on the ground. You bent down and picked it up, a scoff leaving your lips. It was your Totoro umbrella, it had been open and just laying on the ground. If he didn’t like it, he shouldn’t have taken it!

You were ripped from your thoughts as you stared down at a dark mark that covered the one side. You stuck your hand towards it and touched it, noticing it was really warm compared to what the rest of the umbrella felt like. You looked down at your hand and noticed it was red.

Is this...Blood?

Your head shot up when you heard voices, and you quickly pressed yourself against the building. The surface colder than usual because of the rain, goosebumps beginning to adorn your skin. You slowly peaked over the side of the building, and noticed four men standing around another, who was on the ground. You noticed one of the men kick the one on the ground as he went to get up, and he grunted as he hit the ground hard. The man who had kicked him lifted him by his shirt, and your breath got caught in your throat.

It was the man from earlier. His leather jacket was gone, the white shirt that had been beneath it stained a dark red on the side of his stomach, and small red drops from the blood from his lip stained the neck of it. You heard the man holding him up say something, and the man from earlier rasped out a response that got him thrown onto the concrete, and a swift kick to the spot that was bleeding heavily. He let out a short wheeze, his hands trembling as he slowly started to get up. The same man kicked him again, knocking him over. He kicked him multiple times until one of the other men pulled him off, two others approaching the one on the ground.

One held him down while the other stuck a syringe in his neck, making him jerk. They held him down for about two minutes before he went limp, his eyes closing.

“What did you give him?” The one that had been kicking him asked.

“120 Milligrams of Ketamine. It should last about 30 minutes, and when he wakes up, he’ll be too sick to do anything.” The one who had pushed the syringe into his neck said.

“Perfect.” The other responded.

He and two of the other men began to walk away, when he whistled for the one who had administered the drug. “When you hear my signal, come out to the truck, we’re gonna go talk to Boss then we’ll get him in the truck.”

The other nodded as the three walked away. You pressed yourself against the wall between the building and the dumpster. The three men didn’t notice you, and you watched them head away from the small alleyway. You had to think of something, and you had to think fast.

You waited a few minutes before mimicking the man's whistle as best as you could, and the man standing by the one from earlier looked around.

“Already? That was fast.” He said to himself as he began to walk towards you.

You pressed against the wall and held your breath as he passed, waiting until he was completely out of sight before hurrying over to the man on the ground. You dropped down beside him and checked his pulse, feeling it pulsating fast. You quickly got up and unlocked the door to the basement, fumbling with your keys as your hands shook. You quickly unlocked it then hurried over to the man, bending down and wrapping his arm over your shoulder. You quickly dragged him into the doorway, a gasp leaving your lips as you fell, forgetting that the stairs were very steep. You were just able to catch yourself, but cringed when you heard the man fall onto the hard concrete floor of the basement.

“Sorry…” You muttered as you looked down at him, facedown.

He didn’t respond, and you quickly shut and locked the basement door before hurrying back down the stairs. The dim light didn’t do much, so you flashed your phone's flashlight over where he was bleeding on the side of his stomach. A deep gash was showing through the rip in his shirt, and your stomach turned.

“Were you stabbed?” You whispered, though you knew you weren’t going to get an answer.

You quickly took your cardigan off, and gently lifted it enough so you could wrap it around his waist. It was a good thing you liked long cardigans, because you were able to double wrap it and tighten and press the knot to his wound to stop the bleeding.

You kept your hands over the knot, pressing it against his wound for a couple minutes as you thought of what to do. You jumped when you heard the men outside of the door, hearing them yelling and cursing.

“Let’s get you up to my apartment.” You said, gently sticking your hand out and feeling his pulse again.

It had calmed down only slightly, but the feeling of his warm, smooth skin under your hands felt… Weird. You shook off the feeling and gently lifted him, keeping his arm wrapped around your neck as you began to drag him towards the stairs leading up the apartments.

*bonk*

You gasped as you accidentally hit his head off of one of the pipes that stuck out.

“Sorry.” You said softly.

*bonk*

Another pipe, straight to the noggin.

“Sorry!” You apologized again, moving him over.

*BONK*

“OH MY GOD!”

When you finally got him to the last stair, you began to wonder if he would’ve been better off being taken by the other guys. He had gotten quite the beating just from you trying to help him. You opened the door leading out of the basement and began to head towards the elevator to get to your floor.

You were glad that mainly old people lived here, knowing everyone should be asleep and no questions should be asked. You got off of the elevator, your back beginning to hurt from holding his weight and your own.

“Ms. Y/N?”

You froze, slowly turning and making eye contact with Mrs. Boo, one of your neighbors. She looked at you worriedly, glancing at Chan.

“Did something happen?” She asked.

“Oh, uh, my friend here and I went to the bar when I was done work. He got a little too drunk and then a huge bar fight happened.” You said with a reassuring smile.

“Oh! You young people can be so careless!” She said.

“Yeah, you got that right.” You said. “Well I’m gonna get him inside and treat these bruises, have a good night Mrs. Boo!”

“You too, dear.” She said with a smile as she slowly stepped back into her own apartment.

You reached for your keys, slowly losing your grip on him and his head went straight into your door.

“.... God dammit.” You muttered as you unlocked the door.

His body slid forward but you were able to catch him, a huff leaving your lips.

“Aht aht aht, I caught you that time.” You said.

You leaned him sitting up against your wall as you quickly cleared off your kitchen table, finally testing out just how sturdy the fine wood was.

Hauling him up the stairs was a chore, but getting him up on the table after hauling him up multiple flights of stairs was a new challenge. When you finally got him up on the table, turned on all three of the lights in the kitchen/dining room area. You slowly ripped his shirt where the injury was, and you were finally able to get a good look at it.

It was deep and fleshy, but didn’t look life threatening. You noticed his eyes clench, and a heavy breath left his lips.

“Sir? Are you okay?” You asked.

His eyes slowly fluttered open, his breathing labored. His eyes roamed until they landed on you, and he squinted hard.

“Hey, are you okay?” You asked.

His eyes finally focused, and he looked over your face.

“It’s you… From earlier.” He rasped.

“Yeah, I saw what those men were doing to you. You were behind my apartment building.” You told him.

He slowly nodded, a small puff of air leaving his lips.

“I’ll call and ambulance for you.” You said, reaching for your phone.

His hand shot out and grabbed yours, his breathing more harsh.

“No ambulances… No cops.” He rasped..

“Why not? Those men could’ve killed you!” You pointed out.

“Please…” He rasped.

You were silent as you looked him over, bloody and almost pitiful.

“I have a needle and some thread for sewing, I can give you stitches.” You said.

He nodded as you hurried over to the cabinet above your kitchen sink, grabbing the sewing kit. You grabbed some salt, some water, a water bottle, the first aid kit, and the bottle of vodka you’ve had for months.

“I’m gonna disinfect the needle with the vodka okay? I’m gonna pour some salt over the wound to make sure it doesn’t get infected.” You told him. (Salt dehydrates bacteria by pulling the water out of it)

He nodded and kept his eyes closed as you poured some of the vodka onto the needle, gently placing it on a paper towel. You poured some of the sea salt into your hand then pressed it into his wound. His breathing hitched, but he didn’t protest or move, then his whole body relaxed.

“I don’t have anything to numb it.” You said gently. “But I have the vodka and I have a water bottle.”

He nodded as you pressed the cold water bottle against his face, as he had been sweating, and he closed his eyes. You went to see if he wanted some of the vodka, but he turned away from it.

“Just please… Get it done and over with.” He rasped.

You slowly nodded as you put the black thread through the needle and slowly leaned forward, getting a good hold on the skin before pushing it through. His body tense, but he didn’t make a sound or jerk around. You kept glancing at him every time the needle pierced into the wounded skin, until the last part of the thread finally close the wound completely.

“It’s over now.” You said gently, grabbing a rag and gently dabbing at the blood.

He softly nodded, his eyes closed and lips slightly parted as he breathed raggedly. You gently pushed the hair out of his face, cringing at a big bruise on the side of his head from you bumping his head off of every possible pipe in the basement…. And quite possibly for from when you dropped him.

You opened the water bottle and gently lifted his head, pouring a little in his mouth. A small amount of color came back to his face as the water entered his body, and his eyes fluttered open again.

“Thank you.” He said hoarsely.

You nodded as you wiped the sweat off of his chest and face, being as gentle as you can as his eyes closed again. Now that he wasn’t watching you, your eyes lowered to his body.

Oh sweet baby Jesus.

You shook your head and lightly hit it before cleaning up all the bloody paper towels and putting everything back in its place. Most of your apartment was dark, and you guess that’s how you didn’t realize the person standing behind you, until a cold metal was placed against your neck.

Your whole body froze, and you lifted your hands in submission, your knees shaking.

“Who the hell are you?” A man’s voice asked in your ear.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that? Since you’re in my apartment?” You asked.

You felt the sharpness of the Metal press harder into your neck, and your whole body began to tremble.

“Hyunjin…” The man on your table rasped. “Stop.”

The man who had the knife to your neck slowly lowered it. He kept a hold on you as he approached the man laying on the table.

“Chan Hyung, what happened?” The man named Hyunjin asked.

Chan? That’s his name?

“Some of Yohyuns men.” Chan rasped. “She saved me.”

You finally got a look at Hyunjin’s face. He was pretty, sharp eyes meeting yours as he kept a hard expression.

“Sorry for the knife to your neck.” He said, before turning back to Chan. “Felix and Jisung are outside, we can bring you home.”

Chan nodded, his eyes opening as they met yours.

“What’s your name?” He asked in a raspy voice.

“Y/N.” You answered.

He gave you a soft smile, and you couldn’t help but ask yourself how anyone could hurt him.

“Thank you, Y/N. I’ll have to repay you someday.” He said.

“Don’t worry about that, worry about getting better.” You said.

Hyunjin gave a small smile of approval and then leaned forward and held Chan up. Chan looked at you again, his honey brown eyes a little brighter as he slightly bowed to you. You held the door for the two of them as Hyunjin held Chan up, and you watched them disappear into the elevator.

When they had gone, you dropped yourself onto your couch, looking at your curling.

“What a crazy night.” You murmured to yourself.

You quickly checked your phone, a sigh of relief leaving your lips when you realzed it was only 9:15. Your favorite noodle place closed at 10, so you had enough time to order and have it delivered.

When the noodles came, you left a pretty nice tip to the delivery driver for delivering right before close, and then you sat at your desk and quickly took your notes out. You stuffed your face with noodles as you read over everything, continuing to highlight what you needed.

Hours ticked on, the clock striking 6 AM a lot faster than you expected. Looks like you weren’t getting any sleep, not that you could sleep anyways. This project was too big, too important, and the events from the night before kept replaying in your head. You had wanted your life to pick up a little bit, but not this much in one day. This was almost too much to ask for.

You finally got up to shower and get ready for work, applying a few layers of concealer to hide the bags that would rat you out to Yujun. He might be able to tell you haven’t slept either way, but you could at least hope you could find a way to hide them.

You quickly organized your notes and papers and packed them up, finally heading out the door. It had rained again, not that you were surprised. The deep puddles nearly enough to swallow your ankles if you were unlucky enough to not pay attention. You were surprised you were able to focus, the project and Chan completely occupying your mind.

“Stay up all night?” Yujun’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts as you entered the building.

“Damn, hardly even looked at me and already caught me.” You chuckled.

He smiled at you and patted your head, his eyes soft.

“You should really rest ya know.” He said. “Rest is a key part to writing good articles.”

“I know, I was just too excited.” You said.

You didn’t want to tell him about the Chan situation, not wanting to worry him. You trusted Yujun a lot, but for some reason other than not wanting to worry him, you found it better not to say anything.

You sat in your cubicle, fingers clicking away. The day had gone by fast, and everyone had left already. It was a Friday, which meant you all left pretty early. Usually you were out of the office by 2:30-3 the latest, but today, you couldn’t help but be glued to your laptop. You were so close to finishing the article, you could practically already see it, printed in fine lettering. This whole article could completely make or destroy your career, and you were getting more anxious, yet excited, as you slowly got closer to the end.

You only had a few paragraphs left, but you glanced at the clock. It was going on 6, and you knew Mr. Jang wanted to leave soon, as he had always left at 6 instead of 8 on Friday’s.

“Still here again?” He asked.

You turned towards him as he stepped out of his office, a smile on your face.

“I’m almost done… Could you look it over for me? If you have the time?” You asked.

“Of course.” He said with a smile as he walked over.

His eyes scanned your laptop, his fingers lightly hovering over the pad to scroll down or up to read. His eyes were intensely scanning the words, each paragraph being implanted in his brain.

When he finished he pulled away. He looked at you, the same expression his face changing as he smiled.

“I like it. I like it a lot actually. Keep up the good work, I now know what you’re capable of.” He said with a bigger smile. “Big things are going to start coming your way, Y/N.”

You beamed at his praise, a huge smile on your face as you bowed to him.

“Thank you so much Mr. Jang!” You said excitedly.

He walked you out of the office, waving goodbye to you as you turned towards the direction of your apartment. You looked up at the darkening sky, inhaling deeply, a big smile on your face. You began to walk home, stopping in the little convenient store for a few snacks and a quick dinner. You grabbed some of the pork dumplings they had, your stomach rumbling.

You approached the front door to your apartment building, and you sighed in relief when the door opened. Thank god it wasn’t locked again, you don’t need more stress like last night.

You entered the elevator and pressed the button to go up to your floor, when you felt a sudden wave of dread. Something felt off, and you couldn’t tell what it was. You clutched the plastic bag with your snacks in it, and decided to brush it off.

You just got great news about your career, why are you worrying now? Nothing could ruin this moment for you, and you weren’t going to let anything destroy your hope.

You got off of the elevator and walked over to the door, unlocking it and stepping inside. Your whole apartment was dark, and the skin on your neck and back began to crawl as the same eerie feeling began to haunt you. You walked over towards the light switch when a cold metal touched your temple, a soft click filling your ears. Your body shook, your eyes making out a dark figure beside you.

“W-Who are you?” You asked.

“You made the biggest mistake of your life getting involved.” A man’s voice growled. “Unfortunately, it’s costing you your life.”

Your hands shook as tears filled your eyes. “Please don’t… I won’t tell anyone.”

The cold metal pressed against the skin on your temple, a soft chuckle leaving the man’s lips.

“I don’t give a shit who you would’ve told, you were an idiot for saving that man. You took away an opportunity for me, and the only way to pay that back is your life.”

You heard the safety click and closed your eyes tight, your whole body shaking. You heard a weird squelching sound and a choked gasp. The gun fell away from your head and you slowly opened your eyes.

Another man stood over the one that held the gun to your head, and the moonlight illuminated the man. It was the one that had been kicking Chan the night before, a knife was sticking out of his neck, his eyes open and wide.

The other man you didn’t recognize. He wore a black hat and dark clothing, his eyes meeting yours.

“Are you hurt?” He asked.

“N-No…” You whispered shakily.

“Are you Y/N?” He asked.

You nodded and he slowly approached you.

“I was sent here to come get you, and it looks like I got here just in time.” He said. “Come with me.”

You didn’t ask any questions. If your mother was here, she'd scold you for willingly just following a stranger. But he had just saved you, so he can’t be all that bad, right? As you were stepping out the door, you smelled smoke, and quickly turned around. A fire was starting to smoke up the living room, and you went to go towards it when the man stopped you.

“Leave it.” He said, pulling you away with him.

He took you down the emergency stairs so no one would see you, and when you reached the side of the building, you heard the fire alarm blaring.

“Hurry.” The man said lowly.

You followed him to an Escalade, the giant dark truck reflecting the flames that were beginning to burst through your open apartment window. You watched it for a second, your heart shattering.

Everything you had ever worked for was in that apartment. The project, your degree, all the money you had put into making the place feel like home… It was all gone.

“Come on, we can’t stick around.” His voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

You shakily opened the passenger side door and got in, finally getting a good look at your savior. He was short, shorter than most guys. His dark hair hung in his eyes as the hat he had on flattened it even more. He was wearing all black, and the gloves he wore had blood splattered in them.

“I’m Changbin.” He introduced himself.

You wanted to respond, but nothing came out. Your throat was dry from holding your tears back, so you just gave him a stiff nod. Your eyes wandered out the window as a big cloud of back smoke hung in the sky from your apartment building. It began to grow smaller as Changbin drove you away, taking you away from the dream you had chased for so long.

Changbin finally pulled into a massive drive way, the whole thing circling a massive fountain. Your eyes were wide as you looked at the mansion, statues and art carved into the columns sticking out, even in the dark.

“Follow me.” He said.

You slowly stepped out of the truck, and stiffly followed him up the giant stairs. He opened the two giant doors to the mansion, and you stared at the entrance. Another fountain was in the middle of an archway, and two sets of staircases that twirled around sat on each side. The place smelled like gingerbread, and the beautiful white and gold walls were bright, almost blindingly bright.

“Did you retrieve her?” A voice asked as a head popped around the fountain.

“Yes, this is Y/N.” Changbin introduced you.

The younger male smiled at you, his dark eyes sparkling.

“I’m Felix.” He said, beckoning for you to follow. “Come with me, someone wants to see you.” He said, leading you and Changbin through a giant hallway.

You heard more voices as you got closer, and you decided to stay closer to Changbin. Felix opened a giant door and multiple heads turned, but only one caught your attention. It was Chan.

“Y/N.” He called to you, a smile on his face.

His lips were still cut up, and he had a bruise on his jaw, but his eyes were shining. He stepped towards you, a big smile on his face.

“It’s good to see you.” He said, his smile faltering when he saw your expression. “What’s wrong? Didn’t something happen?”

“One of Yohyun’s men got into her apartment. I got there just in time.” Changbin told him.

“I made the right decision sending you when I did.” Chan said, his expression completely changed.

He looked down at you and stretched his hand out, gently touching your shoulder.

“You’re safe here, okay?” He said.

“W-Whats going on?” You asked.

Chan sighed but gave you a soft smile.

“When you saved me, you ruined plans for them. You see… I’m a very wanted man right now.” He explained. “And I knew they would find out who had saved me, and I knew you’d be in danger.”

“Why would I be in danger for saving you?” You asked.

“Because like I said, I’m a very wanted man.” He said softly. “You stole a… Big bounty from them.”

You were silent as Chan rubbed your shoulder, his warm touch almost comforting.

“What if they look for me again?” You asked.

“We won’t let them hurt you, Y/N.” Chan said.

“And where will I go?” You asked. “My apartment was on fire… I lost everything…”

Chan’s eyes were soft as he looked at you, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

“You’re going to uh.. Have to stay here… With the eight of us.”

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xxdel-inkxx · 2 years

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Lethal Attraction

Hey! Long time no see. This is a GVF x oc mob story I've been working on. Please let me know if you think I should continue this, I have another whole part already written.

Warnings: Guns, blood, screaming, cursing, handcuffs

Word Count: 1422

Today is going to be a good day. I think to myself as I’m walking out of the house.

“Or maybe not” I mumbled with an eyeroll. It's pouring down rain.

“Well this is just great!” I grumbled as I stormed down the sidewalk, headed to my job at the local bank. It was a 15 minute walk to the bank, and I just so happened to be in a rush this morning. Leading to me not having time to grab an umbrella.

Lydia was already at her post at the front desk, waiting with a tired smile.

“Hey girlie, how was your night?” She quietly yelled to me as I was trying to wring out the water in my shirt. It’s completely soaked through, That’s just great.

“Hey do you happen to have a spare sweater or something I can wear? My white shirt got completely soaked from the rain.” I asked her with pleading eyes, hoping she could spare an article of clothing.

“I’m sorry hun, I don’t have anything with me today otherwise I would let you use it.” She spoke with a now apologetic smile. I quickly sent back a small nod as I ran to the bathroom, maybe I can use the hand blower to dry my shirt a little bit. I thought I heard someone yell but figured it was just Lydia finding another spider trying to protect itself from this dreadful downpour. After trying for about 5 minutes I just said fuck it and went out to my station. I apparently couldn’t have chosen a better time to leave the bathroom however.

There were men dressed in all black, some holding machine guns, and some holding pistols. They stormed the building like they owned the place. I was frozen in place. One man started yelling at me, but I couldn’t comprehend what he was saying for the life of me. It just sounded like complete gibberish. He suddenly reached out, grabbing me which caused me to look up. When I did I saw the most beautiful honey brown eyes. He was wearing a clown mask so that’s all I could see, but I was absolutely mesmerized already.

”Are you deaf bitch? I said get on the fucking ground before I splatter your brains across the walls” I heard the man yell as he was looking directly into my eyes, piercing my soul with the fire behind his. Once I realized what he had said, I quickly dropped to the floor. My face almost hitting his black leather combat boots, steel toed no doubt. The man didn’t move. He looked down on me like he’s the predator and I’m his next meal.

“We’re not done yet” He snarled at me before firing a couple rounds into the ceiling, effectively grabbing everyone’s attention.

“Alright! Everyone listen up! You’re gonna put all the money in the bags. You’re not going to ask any questions, And you’re gonna lay down on the floor, Hands where I can see them.” The man yelled across the bank, still standing threateningly close to me. I tried to crawl away from him but he shot me in the leg, scaring me and everyone else in the room. I let out a guttural scream and held my leg, trying to ease the pain. I looked up at the man in absolute astonishment. I was shocked beyond belief. I couldn’t hold back my cries, no matter how hard I tried.

“Shut up bitch! Or I’ll give you something to cry about.” The man said angrily, obviously tired of my shit.

“Francis! Grab the bag and let's get out of here. Robert, Michael! Grab the girl, she’s seen too much.” The man yelled before walking out the back door, probably to avoid the cops that I could hear coming down the block. Hearing him say they were taking me caused me to freak out even more. The pain got to be too much when the other men tried to lift me. I let out a brief scream, but nothing more. I passed out from shock. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing though. I just wanted to get paid and go home! Now I’ve lost all my money and I’m probably going to lose my life in the process, or at least my leg.

When I awoke, all I could see were blurry silhouettes. Someone was yelling again, and there was a throbbing in my leg. I tried to touch it to make sure everything was ok, but my hands were bound to the rusty bed frame that I was laying on. The mattress looked dingy and old. I don’t wanna think about what all has been on this mattress. It’s now covered in my blood, and I’m probably going to get an infection from the nasty thing. That was the least of my problems right now. Where the hell am I? Before I could answer my own question the door swung open to reveal a tall skinny man. He wasn’t wearing a mask, but I could recognize him from a mile away. He was the guy who grabbed the money bag. This was Francis.

“Hey guys! She’s awake!” Francis yelled excitedly. The other men ran in the room shortly after his little outburst. None of them were wearing masks this time. Francis and who looked to be the main guy, were both shirtless. Effectively showing off their toned abs and what looked to be battle scars of sorts.

“What's your name mama?” The short one with curly hair crouched down and gently asked. I just stared at him, conflicted on if I should answer or not.

“HEY! He asked you a fucking question!” The main guy yelled, grabbing the hair at the nape of my neck and pulling hard. I cried out but I knew no one would help.

“Rose! My name is Rose!” I yelped out as he pulled harder.

“There! Was that so hard?” He said aggressively while throwing my head back towards the bed.

“Jake, cool it!” The short haired man said while grabbing ‘Jake’s shoulder. This calmed the man named ‘Jake down enough for him to glare at me and storm out of the room. When he was gone, the short haired man came over to me, being cautious to not scare me in the process.

“I’m gonna be blunt with you mama, We can’t let you go. You’ve seen too much, so we have no choice.” Before he could even finish the sentence I started breathing heavily, trying to hold back tears. “You’re going to kill me? No! Please! I won’t say anything. I saw nothing!” I wailed, trying to get the men to understand. I didn’t want to die. I didn’t sign up for all of this today. I was just supposed to go to work and come back home to my warm bed. Not this!

“Calm down! We’re not going to kill you. We actually have a job proposal for you.” He spoke in the same tone that he used with Jake.

“What? No! I don’t want to work with you. You’re criminals, I’m a good person. I’ve never broken the law and I refuse to start now.” I said, making myself very clear to the men.

“Well you still can’t leave so you might as well get comfy. I’m Josh by the way.” He said before standing and heading towards the door.

“Sam, stay here and keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid.” The tall one named Sam gave a brief nod before pulling the wooden chair out of the corner and straddling it with his thighs, giving him a nonchalant look. He was so cool and collected as the others left the room.

Sam cleared his throat before speaking softly.

“Um, My name is Sam as I’m sure you heard. I’m sorry about my brothers, They tend to be a little dramatic” Sam spoke with a soft sigh, '' Like it hurt him to talk about his brothers in a negative fashion.

“My head still hurts” I mumbled quietly, trying to keep as far away as the handcuffs would allow.

“Do you mind if I take a look?” Sam asked hesitantly.

“You stay away from me! I wouldn’t be in this mess if it weren’t for you and your little gang of misfits.” I spit the words at him, each syllable dripping with venom.

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that.” Sam mumbled with a sneer.

#jakekiszka #samkiszka #joshkiszka #dannywagner #gvf #mob gretavanfleet #smut #enemies to lovers #crime

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lilchibi-chan · 3 years

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Hawks Mafia! AU x Reader

This post/series is inspired by mailorderfriend on TikTok. I love her videos and when she did this series, my mind started going WILD! Details will be inspired by her videos (obvi) but everything else will come from my head.

CW/TW: THIS CHAPTER DOES CONTAIN MENTION OF ATTEMPTED ASSAULT, SO IF THAT IS TRIGGERING FOR YOU, YOU CAN SCROLL PAST IT, I WILL ALSO INSERT A WARNING BEFORE SAID ASSAULT TAKES PLACE!!

You work at a local diner in the city and make pretty good money. Business men come in on their lunch break and even late at night when they’re working late. A few of them try to impress you and make comments about you being beautiful and how you’re “much too nice of a girl to be working in a place like this”. You know it’s just for them to show off to their friends, although you do make great tips from it. They feel entitled because they work in these big beautiful buildings and look down on everyone, but that stuff doesn’t impress you.

There is one guy that sticks out to you. He has ash blonde hair and these amber/golden eyes and always has on the nicest suits, like really expensive looking and tailor made.Not like the business men that you usually see. You could tell he was rich or at least had more than enough money he knew what to do with, but he wasn’t arrogant. He always comes in when you’re working late, which has been everyday lately (just trying to make a little extra cash). He’s always nice to you and always asks how your day has been. He insists on calling you pet names like baby bird and hummingbird, but you don’t mind them. He says them in more of an endearing way than a i’m-trying-to-get-in-your-pants way.

When you’re closing, he stays until you leave. You don’t find it weird at all. He has this aura about him that just makes you feel safe. He makes you feel at peace, happy even.

It’s been raining for the past week and you have been dreading closing, but you needed the money since your roommate had moved out. You were on the hunt for a new one, but didn’t have any bites yet.

“Excuse me sir,” you say to the very handsome,blonde haired man

“Yes, hummingbird,” he says looking into your eyes, each yours with his

“Um, we’re closing, s-so I have to ask you to leave,” you say nervously.

“That’s alright,” he says with a soft smile,“you have a Goodnight baby bird. Get home safe and be careful out there with all that rain.”

“Th-thank you sir,” you reply,still nervous

“Enough of the sir business, please call me Hawks”

“Yes si-I mean Hawks”

“Good girl,” he says in a low voice, then pats your head

He made his way out the door and towards his car. It was a blacked out Audi R8. He waved to you before he pulled off and you gave a small wave back.

You noticed there was man sitting in a corner booth. He was a regular, but he never came this late.You noticed the scent of liquor as you got closer to him.

“Sir,” you say tapping his shoulder

“Hey gorgeous,” he says drunkly

“Sir, we’re closing. I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” you say nicely, but firm

“I’ll leave... if you give me your number and let me take you out,” he says grabbing your hand

“Sir, I’m not allowed to fraternize with guests and that includes dating them,” you say pulling your hand out of his

“C’mon beautiful. You always treat me well when I come in and I see the way you look at me. You think I don’t notice, but I do. You want me,” he says standing over you

You mentally roll your eyes

“Sir, that’s just me doing my job. It’s called courtesy and being respectful. I’m going to have to ask you to leave now”

“C’mon stop denying it. You and I both want this. I know it, you know, so c’mon. Let me take you out,” he says going to grab your arm, but you back up

“Sir, this is the last time I’m going to ask you. Please leave,” you say in a slightly pissed off tone

“Look, I’m not screwing around,” he says finally grabbing you

WARNING: ATTEMPTED ASSAULT HAPPENS IN NEXT PARAGRAPH, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SCROLL PAST IF THAT IS SOMETHING THAT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE/IS TRIGGERING!

You try to pull away, but this time his grip is much stronger in you. He pushes you into the corner booth and forces you to lay down. He lowers himself to kiss you, but the door swings open causing his attention to go there.

“Well, well, well... what’s going on here? That’s no way to treat a lady, sir” he says smiling

“Stay out of this, it has nothing to do with you,” the customer says,still hovering over you

“Oh, it very much does sir cause ya see, I don’t really care for people disrespecting women in any way, but especially if it’s her.”

“Tch. Get lost before I have you limping out of here”

“Sir, you’re the one that’s probably not gonna make it out of here”

“You think you’re tough. Go ahead and try. I’ll lay you out right here,” the customer says finally getting off you

You’re able to sit up and see that it was Hawks who came to your aid.

You see him remove his suit jacket, fold it, then he lays it over the booth closest to the door. He started rolling up his sleeves and made his way toward the customer trying to have his way with you.

Hawks grabs the man and throws him to the floor. He then joins the man and places a hand around his throat.

“How does it feel to be the bitch now, huh? Come back here and I promise it’ll be the last fucking thing you do. If I see or hear that you’ve been hanging around, I’ll fucking kill you,” he says with a smile

He meant what he said.

Hawks releases his hold and let’s the man up off the ground. He races out of the diner and doesn’t even think to look back.

Hawks makes his way over to you and at first you’re unsure if you should let him near.

“Are you alright, baby bird,” he asks with a tinge of sadness in his eyes

“Y-yeah. Thanks to you. H-how did you even know-“

“I saw him when he came in and something felt off. When I drove off, I only parked across the street. I watched just in case he tried anything and I’m glad I did.”

“Th-thank you Hawks,” you say, still shaken up by the events that just occurred

He looks at you softly. His eyes saying ‘I’m here for you. You’re safe with me’

“Get your stuff baby bird. I’ll take you home, you shouldn’t be alone tonight,” he says softly as to not startle you or make you feel any more uneasy

You simply nod and get your stuff from the break room in the back of the restaurant.

You meet Hawks in the front and you feel the sudden urge to hug him.

This surprises him, but he hugs back and rubs the back of your head.

“Thank you,” you squeak out

He smiles and lets out a small hum.

He takes your hand and guides you to his car, covering you both with a huge umbrella.

He opens the door of the passenger side and lets you get in first. He does a small jog around and gets in on the drivers side.

“Comfortable, baby bird?”

“Mhmm”

“Good, so where we headed,” he says smiling

You tell him the address and starts the car. The drive is quiet, but comfortable. Hawks even put on the seat warmer for your chair to further comfort you.

He makes it to the front of your building and wakes you up gently. You weren’t even aware that you had nodded off.

“We’re here, humming bird”

“Thank you, Hawks...for everything,” you say grabbing his hand and rubbing his knuckles with your fingers

“Anytime...here,” he says handing you a business card

You examine the nicely crafted card and smile

“That’s my cell number. Whenever you need me, don’t hesitate”

“Thank you,” you say mentally kicking yourself because you keep saying thank you,“I promise that’s not the only thing I can say, but I’m appreciative of everything you’ve don’t for me tonight”

He laughs

“It’s fine and you’re welcome. I’m bein honest though kid. In fact, how about I give you a job at my company? It pays more than you working at the restaurant and I have top of the line security, that way you’ll always be safe. You’ll even make enough that you won’t need a roommate”

“I’ll think about it. Thank you though. I just wanna get through tonight. When I can actually think, I’ll let you know”

“Alright, baby bird. Well you get on up to your apartment. I’ll leave once you’re inside.”

You get out the car and enter the code to enter your building, then you take out your key fob to enter the second set of doors and to use the elevator. When you get up to your apartment, you look out the window and see Hawks’ car still sitting in the same spot. You can’t help the smile that grows on your face.

You text him, letting him know you’re in your apartment and you’re safe. He takes a minute, but eventually pulls off.

You head to your bathroom to wash the day off and head to bed.

Art by kawaiitentacle on IG

Hope you guys enjoyed this! I wanted to give you this in the meantime while I figure out how to extend Siren Song (I hate writers block).

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sly-merlin · 3 years

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KILLING ME - 4

(minor friendly chapter)

pairing : law student! Reader + yuta

Genre : angst, mafia au/arranged marriage au

Warnings : none.

Words : 5k

Summary:

"life's never fair y/n. Realise it as soon as you can. It is the only secret for living a regretless life."

"curiosity got the cat hitched"

K.m masterlist

A/n : this series is totally minor friendly now. ✨

Previous morning in Taeyong’s office

“What was that for!” taeyong questioned jaehyun, clearly annoyed by his previous hostile mannerisms towards you. Jaehyun was on the receiving end of taeyong’s infuriation immediately after you departed from his office with doyoung.

“What!?” Jaehyun tried to act oblivious to Taeyong's accusations.

“Why were you trying to scare her? Escort ring! For fucks sake Jae, I expected better from you.”

“But it wasn’t a dead loss. And even you went along in the same wagon, so don’t put everything on me alone.” Jaehyun justified himself by shrugging his shoulders lightly. “And admit it! She was giving you a hard time. That bitch was not buying anything!

Taeyong knew jaehyun was right. Your unsatisfied replies and never ending enquiries were exasperating him, but he would rather preserve his precious ego than admitting that to jaehyun.

He ruffled his well-made hair before replying to Jaehyun, who was expecting some gratitude with a smug face.

“I-- just be careful and refrain from doing and saying anything that might put a dent in my plan. It’s a chance Neo would never get again. So be patient and don’t go around opening your mouth about this to anyone.” jaehyun reluctantly nodded,not hearing what he wanted but his affirmation calmed taeyong’s nerves. He couldn’t trust jaehyun entirely but his options were limited.

All the pieces were in the right place, for now. Nothing could go south right!

But jaehyun couldn’t completely understand the rationale behind Taeyong’s design.

and nor could the figure standing outside, completely hidden from the insiders.

The dread of the forthcoming finals substantiated the shortage of vacant seats in the kwanjeong library. You tried your best to arrive as expeditiously as possible for a person who partied, got abducted, arranged her own marriage, and again partied in grief, all in spam of about 34 hours. Finding no available seat, you decided to settle down on the floor. You gulped your cup of Americano in one go and began with the donut. As per a wise saying, Caffeine and sugar were the best combination as a breakfast for someone trying to get through their day with only 4 hours of sleep, the intellect being none other than your own self!

Yesterday was a pretty long day. Though you were worn out from the adventures with wonwoo last night, your brain wasn’t exhausted enough to shut down properly when you tried to close your eyes.The flashes of the events had shrouded you with a mixture of regrets and worries. What was the guarantee that you won’t end up dead tomorrow! What if taeyong was lying! But the fact regarding moon industries was absolutely legible. Maybe you should get a restraining order or something! But the existence of a person is necessary for that and yuta was a fucking corporate in the public eye and you were sure taeyong held some powerful position in the rich hierarchy as well, otherwise, covering the shits without revealing their true identities was not the job of some measly gang leader. There was more to taeyong than what someone could perceive just by looking. Will you be considered one of them now! After the little stunt that landed you straight into yuta’s life, you weren’t sure that he’d not strangle you in sleep. And What were you going to say to them? Chelin, yeom, guk, yeong.

and your thoughts spiralled from taeyong,yuta towards chelin and your friends and didn’t rest anytime before 4a.m. Waking up at 8 sharp , you took a shower and made your way towards the library.

And now you were here. 2 students passed your figure indicating that there were 2 vacant seats. Finally, after 15 minutes. They might have been the overnight students, you thought and walked inside before anyone else could claim the treasure. You had to find a new topic of thesis and do some research for an international paper your professor was writing, and you being his designated so-called subordinate had to help him, involuntarily of course. But in this world, the student who could refuse their professor’s demands was yet to be born! Marking the place by placing your bag, you started the search for last month’ law journals and digests. One and a half hours passed, but you couldn’t find anything on the international court of justice i.e. what your professor hadn’t already included. The urge to go out was profusely weighed down by your own sentiment of avoiding your friends. So you decided in favour of swallowing the bitter pill.

5 hours passed. The vibration of the timer in your phone prompted you to run off and get some food. It was already 2:30 and the lack of real food was making the tasks harder than they already were. Stepping outside into fresh air, instant regret of not bringing an umbrella washed over you. The sun was too bright unlike your mood and walking all the way to your favourite canteen would end up in you getting another headache. But you silently wished that every being from yesterday’s party was suffering from the same treatment of the over-the-top optimistic planet. why to suffer alone!

“Shortie” you lifted your head, spotting the combo of buy 1 get 1 free, heading your way.

“Where were you the whole day? And if you aren’t going to pick calls then please do that poor thing a favour and sell it!” yugyeom barked while running his hand through his hair.

You shrugged jungkook’s elbow from your shoulder and replied “I was busy with prof. Joong’s work. And I have to be somewhere after 4 so I was a bit-

“Joong should adopt you already man!” Jungkook interrupted, nudging your sides with his fingers.

“ but I thought he wanted to be her sugar daddy!” At that gyeom gave a serious and stern look to kook, pretending to ponder over his statement for a second and then suddenly they both started laughing, hands hitting you everywhere to support their doubling figures.

“Get away from me, idiots!” you shouted, trying to get away from them. Once they were done with showing their exaggerated emotions, you all giggled together in unison. they were wearing their fundraiser t-shirts, you noticed.

“When is the fundraiser?”

“At 5. But you won’t be there to support us cause you are busy with your daddy!” kook exclaimed while bumping your shoulder with his arm.

“I didn’t say I’m going for Joong’s work and no, he’s not my sugar daddy, doofus. I’m busy with tutoring. I missed someone’s Saturday class so—

“Okay, chill tiger. You need to breathe. It’s a boring event anyway.” gyeom said in a comforting tone, interjecting your rapid fire speech.

“I’m gonna have lunch, are you two going?” you suggested.

“Yeah, it’s our break and Yeong and Minjun have eaten already, so that leaves you!” kook pouted when gyeom mentioned his boyfriend’s name.

“Let’s go! I want my sugar” your dramatic pout made yugyeom pet your hair lovingly and the three of you started walking on a stone pathway on the way to the canteen.

“Where’s your umbrella?” jungkook asked you. He knew how much you hated walking under the sun after the drinking escapades.

“I forgot but let’s not talk about it. it’s making me grumpy.”

“Okay! but why don’t you cover your head with that scarf instead.” he said pointing towards the silky material around your neck.

“Naahh, it ruins my fashion” they gave each other a puzzled look, shrugging their shoulders for they both couldn’t gather the reason for your weird behaviour.

At lunch, you talked to them about the fundraiser and gave your own contribution for the noble cause. The conversation with them progressed too easily and for about an hour you forgot about the turmoil in your life, which was still unknown to them.

After parting away, you went straight to your professor to show him your progress. He took note of the materials you found on recent cases and dismissed you without showing any gratitude. Not even a word of appreciation.

A ping!

Jaemin: noona, doyoung hyung is picking you up at 4 but he won’t enter the campus. Be out at 4!

You let out a frustrated groan at his text. You had only met him once, when he conferred upon you the honour of connecting your phone to his server but that was not the only favour you received! He also saved his contact number with various hearts that you obviously removed after reaching home. you could only pray to heavens that he won’t be there today as well!

You made your way to the library again, this time to work on your thesis. The time passed faster than you thought. The alarm you placed earlier vibrated, indicating it was 4 already! You hastily made your bag and ran out of the library. It took 10 minutes to reach the gates of the campus. When you passed your dorms building, the idea of ditching doyoung and going to bed sounded tempting but as usual, nothing was going your way these days. You felt like the old catch 22 was in action.

You passed through the gates and looked around the road to find doyoung's car but he was nowhere to be seen. While you were scanning the whole area, a low voice called your attention.

“What are you finding, I’m right here under your nose” a voice said through gritted teeth.

Yes, he was indeed sitting in the car right in front of you and the only one you missed apparently. You walked around the car to sit on the passenger seat, the tinted windows hiding you from the outside funfair.

“What took you so long? It's 4:15 already.”

“I don’t have a car like you so I walked myself here and it’s not like I did it purposely anyway.” You contended, the annoyance in your voice matching his own.

“Whatever, we are already late so turn around. Taeyong would be mad.”

“No I’m not turning around. First that cloth bag, then the handkerchief you tied on my eyes yesterday, its painful man. I’ll lose my eyesight this way. And I can navigate the whole city from this place, you can’t hide your dungeon from me now” you reasoned. He didn’t tie your hands yesterday but your eyes were still covered.

“Then give me your scarf. I’ll cover your eyes with your own choice of article. It’s not painful or else you won’t be wearing it right! he said mockingly, pointing towards your neck.

“Umm, this scarf is act-

“Give me that already. I have some other things to handle as well.” assessing your options, you hesitantly removed the scarf, turning around to face the window immediately. Doyoung tied it across your eyes, checking the knot twice and tapped your shoulder. As you turned around, doyoung’s doe eyes widened, if that was even possible. Your collarbone and neck, which was visible through your v neck top, was covered with pretty purplish bruises. You fidgeted with your hands, flustered, feeling his eyes on you. But he remained quiet, focusing on the task at hand.

The whole drive was quiet and though your hands were not tied, you kept them on your backpack, hesitant to start any conversation. The car stopped finally, the mixed feelings coming back. The same process followed. He guided you inside but this time you passed only one door and the walk was quite shorter as well.

As doyoung was about to remove your scarf, a hand stopped him, or that was what you understood from the movements at that time.

“Silky scarf, blindfold and hickies haan! Being kinky doyoungie. She’s your sister-in-law. Show some respect boy!” a voice remarked, the air around your face suddenly filled with chocolate and coffee. You hiccupped all of a sudden, earning a chuckle from the unknown presence.

You tried to reach for the blindfold, but your hands were caught mid-air, the said hands removing it. You blinked your eyes a few times to make out the figure’s face. He was standing, mostly bending to match your stature, face smiling to show all of his teeth.

Yuta.

You, surprised, took a step back but instead bumped into the one behind you.

“I’ll take over from here, doyoung.” but fortunately, he didn’t budge. Your hold on the backpack tightened, your eyes lowered to avoid his gaze. The only thing in your view were his baggy pants and white sports shoes.

But yuta could see only you and nothing else. Taeyong wasn’t the only one awaiting your arrival. Yuta was equally anticipating you. His night was just as sleepless and anxious as you. He was afterall at the other end of the rope.

He raised your head, fingertips lightly grazing your chin. His hooded eyes roamed around your face like he was expecting you to show some contempt , hatred,nervousness! He straightened up abruptly and started tying the silk around your neck. You flinched at his touch but he remained void of any reaction. His half denim jacket and white t-shirt hid you from the surroundings, his arms almost engulfing you. He repositioned himself to match your height again, arms crossing against his chest.

“Looks like someone had a fun night.” and in a second, his honey smile changed into a smirk, letting go of any trace of earlier softer expressions. And the look on his face was enough to scare the shit out of anyone.

“Stop yuta” a taller man you recognised from yesterday as Johnny, pushed yuta aside from your view. It was then you saw that everyone was there. Including the one you were yet to encounter.

Your eyes wandered from one side to the other. Johnny let you inspect.

“Doyoung, what was the need to cover her eyes?” Johnny whispered to doyoung, breaking your trance.

“Why is everyone nagging me so much” he whined in a screeching voice.

“Karma bitch” Johnny pointed his forefinger towards him before giving his attention to you.

“Hey, how are you y/n.” he asked, his cheerful voice totally in contrast with the weather of the room.

“I’m- ummm.” you cleared your throat before continuing. “I’m fine Johnny. As fine I can be.” you mumbled the last part but he surely heard you.

“You remembered my name!” he clapped, his eyes turning into crescents. You gave him a tight lipped smile in return, waiting for some instructions. As if on cue, taeyong’s loud voice graced your ears.

“Come y/n. make yourself comfortable” he indicated towards the couches that were almost already occupied. Johnny gestured to you to proceed, walking with you. You passed yuta who was still smirking and sat on the single seat available next to taeyong. You placed your backpack on the large table in the middle of the room. It looked like a normal living room for guests, just with too many couches to accommodate the gang. You felt like an uninvited because apparently everybody was watching you like a hawk. Their stares changed sight only when yuta came to take a seat on one of the couches, exactly opposite to yours. You met his eyes briefly before turning your face towards your bag again.

Who knew the rusty zips of your bag were so interesting!

“So y/n I thought you should meet everyone. You are going to be part of this family soon. Better get acquainted with all.” taeyong addressed you while he sat on his couch majestically like a king. You heard a dry laugh and if you had to guess it had to be from jaehyun or yuta.

You didn’t understand why he wanted that. You were just a risk till yesterday and now means to discipline yuta.

And why all the formalities if you were gonna leave anyway.

“I’m going to leave anyway, taeyong. So I don’t see a need to do it!

You were too consumed to notice how your sentence turned all the heads around you. Some started giving side eyes to each other. There was something they were all missing.

“I said you could leave. But not without my permission. So, you’d be stuck for now, maybe till months or years.”

You gulped at his words. Taeyong turned your only hope into a distant dream. Maybe you were too foolish to gauge the situation.

“You want something to eat or drink before we continue” he asked in a sincere voice. Shaking your head, you rubbed your eyes with the palms of your hands to stop them from moistening. There was nothing more embarrassing than to cry in front of a bunch of strangers who didn’t give a shit about you.

“No, please continue.” you emphasised again to not draw any more attention to yourself than already was. And you internally thanked Taeyong who continued as if you weren’t just gonna cry!

“You will move in with yuta on Saturday,” it was Monday. “The wedding ceremony would be held in the morning. So you have a few days to prepare, everything from your dress to every other thing you need shall be arranged. Just name it and you’ll have it!”

Wedding ceremony! That was not on the plate!

“I don’t want a cerem-

“Leave the bullshit ta-

You and yuta both cut off each other simultaneously. You glanced at his side, finding him already piercing his gaze into yours.

“There’s no need for it. The paper signing is enough. It’s not like we are in-

You knew taeyong understood what you were trying to say, so you didn’t continue. But you were already having a feeling of superiority over yuta for being the first to offer your opinion. It felt like a payback for flustering you earlier. You refrained from facing him again, your body turned towards taeyong only, but you felt satisfied with the thought of him being riled up.

“Oh, but I want a ceremony taeyong and mark is going to be the best man. He’s so excited. You can’t do that to him!” yuta emphasised through the variation in his voice. You knew he changed his argument purposely , but you maintain your cool, opting to ignore him . bear and forbear.

Taeyong raised his eyebrow at you but you shook your head again.

“I don’t think it’d be a good idea. It’s not a normal one anyway so why pretend!” you held your ground.

“You aren’t getting married to a mannequin.” yuta retracted. “I’m getting married as well and don’t anyone dare say that I made a mistake and blah blah. At last I’ll be hitching so I want a ceremony and Japanese at that!”

Oh yeah, he was Japanese. You have missed that as well.

All the other men in the room, 9 to be exact, were nodding at everything that was being said. They were unable to decide whose argument was worth taking side for. Finally Johnny spoke-

“I think y/n is right” looking at nowhere in particular, he continued. “What’s with pomp and show when it’s nothing more than an agreement”

“But if yuta hyung wants it, then why not. They are going to live together, he should have his say as well.” It was Mark who took yuta’s side. He didn’t know why but watching yuta losing ground urged him to support his brother.

You looked briefly at the boy who just argued with Johnny.

“He’s mark y/n.” taeyong said the answer you were looking for. “And he’s Jungwoo, jeno, doyoung, you have already met him, then jaehyun, johnny, renjunie, hendery. Others are busy so you’ll meet them some other day probably.”

A few waved towards you, including Mark, who shyly withdrew his hand quickly. They all probably hated you as there was no other reaction towards a person who almost put your life in danger!

“Can we get to a middle ground now? I’m already getting tired of this” jaehyun grumbled, leaning into the couch.

“Ok so, he wants a celebration of a lie! What about me then? You are all here but I have no one. I’m alone and probably will be. Because taeyong, you haven’t told me how am I going to reveal this to my friends? I may not have a family, but still there are people close to me. They are my best friends, roommate, and many others who need to know! How am I going to explain to them that their friend who didn’t even have a boyfriend, is getting married suddenly? I don’t even have parents to cover it with an arranged marriage. How to convince them? Give me a way and I’ll agree” you pointed out the very important detail that they were missing. But they needed to know that there was other side of the paper as well and your reasons were not just a cry in the wilderness.

Nobody made a sound. Everything went quite like a dark night until-

“I hope this is not the calm before a storm!” you looked over to see the person who broke the silence. It was another young man coming with a food trolley, probably from the kitchen.

“I thought we have a guest so I prepared some coffee and donuts. I hope you like sweets y/n” the man was smiling ear to ear, seeming too happy with your visit.

“I-

“I’m kun.” he introduced himself and you shook his hand. He seemed too polite for a criminal. “Have this and tell me how it is” he forcibly handed you a dessert plate with a chocolate glazed donut. You took it out of politeness but felt a bit weird to be the only one eating it. You watched him with quizzical eyes as he took one for himself and sat on the arm of your couch. Everyone was now staring at your movements.

“Eat it, eat it. These are for you and me only.” he cajoled.

You decided to take a bite and then place it back just to stop the awkwardness.

As you bit it from one side, your brain short circuited. “Holy shit, bro. What is this sorcery.” your genuine and innocent reaction made Kun laugh loudly, some of the others joined in as well.

“Thank god, you like it! I’m so glad you aren’t one of weight conscious ones, otherwise it’d have been weird.” he started munching on his own piece.

“I’m a sugar bear. I can’t live without sugar. I just had a donut in the morning but it was bleh compared to this. You are a master chef bro.” and for a minute you forgot the previous tense environment. Everyone was glad that Kun came to save the situation and except to you, it was known that obviously he heard everything from the kitchen.

“You ate one in the morning! Then it’s the last one you’re getting. Everyone help yourself. She’s not having any more!” as if they were waiting, everyone except mark and yuta picked them up.

“Mark” Kun motioned towards the tray and he grabbed one as well.

“What if I was allergic to chocolate, kun” you asked him while finishing your treat.

“Oh please! Even ten eats it.” he laughed to himself at his reference, which went over your head.

“Now coming to the point.” Everyone looked at taeyong who was already done with eating. “Y/n doesn’t want anything special so it’ll happen like that. No!yuta, lemma speak. And you y/n, it’s upon you to make your friends believe. Make up a story or do whatever you want. You don’t want to tell them about the wedding. Fine with me but do let them know at least that you have a boyfriend that you are moving in with! It’s on you both to make this arrangement believable.

“okay , sho now I shuggenly hab a voyfiend” you started speaking without even finishing the bite in your mouth. you continued once you chewed it.

“won't they be suspicious. They know exactly what I do and what I don’t. It’s almost impossible to put a façade in front of them.”

“Oh please, don’t tell me they even know from where you got those hickies” jaehyun’s curt statement was a hit below the belt. Kun was about to scold him when you elaborated his statement further to prove that he was doing nothing but burning his own fingers.

“Yes, actually they happen to know. When, where and from whom I got these. Anything else you want to ask?.” he rolled his eyes on your reply, busing himself with the delicacy instead.

“They don’t know yuta. So if you want you can introduce him to your people. He won’t be posing any problem, take my word for it.”

“I’ll go with you if you also accompany me,that I guess would be a problem for you. You don’t want to be seen with a criminal, or do you!” yuta jabbered. He was trying to push your buttons to measure your limit. But little did he know that you were far from being that easy.

“I just said I don’t want a wedding. I’ll agree to anything that is reasonable and is not degrading to me.”

“Ok then, nobody would force you to do what you don’t want.” Taeyong decided to take matters into his own hands now. “And we’ll organise a small, very intimate gathering at taeil’s office to celebrate as yuta wants. And you’ll be introduced as Mrs. Nakamoto to our corporate world.” taeyong finished gauging both of your reactions. The surname was foreign and cringing to you. But it was going to be yours, so there was nothing you could do, for now.

“What do you mean ‘our’ corporate world.” you got puzzled at his choice of words.

“You’ll find out soon and it's nothing scary, don’t worry.” Kun responded on behalf of taeyong this time, handing you your cup of coffee. “Tell me if it’s cold, I’ll-

“No it’s totally fine.” you assured him, without even taking a sip. He was being nice enough already.

“If my opinion has no value, then what am I even doing here!” yuta shouted, getting up from the seat.

“yut-

Before Kun could say anything, he stormed off. Mark tried to follow but taeyong stopped him from doing that.

“Don’t mind him. He’s a hot head.” Johnny laughed in between his bites.

You only nodded, sipping your coffee. You were glad he was gone. Sugar has always done wonders for you and it was having the same effects now as well. You were able to think more rationally now.

“One more thing” you furrowed your brows at taeyong. What was left now! “Do you want any specifications in the house? It’s my responsibility. A wedding gift you can say. If you need anything like extra closet, a more spacious kitchen-

“Kitchen?” you let out a brief chuckle at that. Everyone’s eyes were on you now. “It’ll be totally fine if I don’t even get a kitchen. I can’t cook anything besides ramyeon and salads. So I won’t even need that.”

“You are a student. Don’t you know anything basic.” It was Jungwoo who spoke in the sweeter voice than Kun's.

“No. I grew up in an orphanage and they provided us everything. I left when I started law. So all in all, I never had anyone to teach me. That’s why if you want to know best food trucks and restaurants in the city, I’m your best option.but, if that yuta knows how to cook, ask him about the kitchen.” you spoke nonchalantly .But you didn’t realise how uncomfortable the air had become. a heavy silence took over the light atmosphere.

“I’m sorry noona” Jungwoo apologised sheepishly.

“It’s fine. After all there are some things that your hacker can’t find out. only I can tell you those.” saying that, you faced taeyong again. “But if you insist, I can always use a study room.” you tried to enlighten the mood again.,ppp

“Ok. I’ll find something suitable for you both.” you hummed, not knowing what to say anymore.

“Can I go back now?”

“Yes, doyoung will drop you.”

“No, I’ll go with her.” Johnny said, grabbing your attention. He didn’t look sulky like doyoung so, it’d be fine, you guess.

They said you goodbyes. Mark seemed hesitant to even look at you, but you couldn’t care less. He was just a stranger after all.

Yuta couldn’t realise why everyone was trying to be so nice to you. Till yesterday, he was allowed to put a gun on her head but now every being was against him. He didn’t know why he was so furious at Taeyong, to force him to marry you or for dragging Mark into this mess. Taeyong knew how to play dirty, but yuta never thought he’d use his own brother. There was no option for him as well, as taeyong has said. He showed interest in a fucking celebration to contradict you, but you were not backing down and that felt like a punch to his gut.

He drove towards his stress reliever. The infamous Japanese club, the only place where he could drown his sorrows.

The club was packed despite it being Monday. That was one thing he liked about it, you’ll never be disappointed in this place.

“ゆた!” The hostess chimed seeing yuta. “久しぶり” [ long time, no see!]

He signed her to give him 2 shots. She did as told but her gaze was following yuta’s, which rested on her cleavage. He came here only for 2 things after all.

He gulped the drink in a second without blinking an eye.

“バックルーム” [ back room]

She wasn’t someone to be told twice. She handed her hand towel to her co-worker and followed the path. Who was she to reject him after all?

He drove back silently again. The relief he felt was all dissipated now. Instead his mind was already wandering towards you. Your headstrong attitude was troubling him. his plans were all down and out. He hated you , from the moment he laid his eyes on you. You acted like you were invincible but he knew it was just a mask to protect yourself.

He had noticed how you rubbed your eyes to hide your disappointment for you didn’t want to appear weak. All he had to do now was to find a vulnerable part of you, to hit you where it’d hurt the most. It’d be last time he lost to you.

Afterall, beginning is always easy, it is continuing that’s hard!

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The Client pt. 3 | kth

Genre: sexworker!au x smut x angst x fluff (for real this time) Pairing: sexworker!reader x taehyung Word Count: 6k Rating: 18+ Warnings: multiple orgasms (m&f) x taehyung and reader are basically switches x oral sex (m&f) x cum eating x fingering x nipple play x cum swapping? x unprotected sex x creampie Summary: The painful weeks after Taehyung’s accidental confession have the both of you living in agony. Just when the both of you thought you were over the other, you quite literally run into each other in the rain. Taehyung walks away from you into the dark night. Do you have the guts to go after him?

Taehyung’s days drug by endlessly. Each day stretched further than the next when all he wanted to do was get home as quickly as possible and pass out just as fast. When he was asleep at least he didn’t have to think about you, that is, if his brain decided to give him a break. Sometimes he’d dream that he got to replay that night again with you being none the wiser and he never said it. He’d get to see you again. But then he’d wake up to the harsh reality that simply wasn’t true. Then his miserable day would start all over again. He knew better than to request an appointment and he had written and rewritten the same email that now sat in his drafts, collecting hypothetical internet dust. He also made sure not to go to that same café again even if it was close to his office. Any thought of you sent a pain into his chest so sharp he could hardly stand it. You had probably forgotten how foolish he had been and moved on from him, just another client lost to the crowd. And in a way, Taehyung wished for that, but he was very wrong.

Your POV

Two weeks earlier

You felt the tears welling up in your eyes before you could stop them. You blinked fast, hoping they would just go away but the emotion was too strong. Taehyung had just told you he loved you and you could barely breathe as you looked at him, watching as his face turned red in shock.

“Taehyung, please clean up and leave.”

He didn’t even bother using the bathroom this time. He fumbled as quickly as he could with his clothes and exited the room but not before shooting a pained expression in your direction. You tried to direct anger at him because you needed him out of the room as quickly as possible and it seemed to work as he shut the door behind him. You burst into tears as soon as the door clicked shut and you curled up on your side as you shuffled under the blankets.

You had been in this line of work for years. This was your life, your passion and you didn’t see it as some skeezy side job that helped pay the bills, no, this was the job. Your interest in sex and various sexual partners was why you decided to go into this line of work, you had never been made out for relationships and you were beginning to think you were incapable of romantic feelings until you met him. But since this was your job, you quelled those feelings because, just as the job entailed, you had to put on an act. You hadn’t hoped that he noticed the little extra you poured into each session, and maybe he didn’t, but you suddenly felt responsible for this. There was no way you could have a relationship with him, not in this line of work. Jealousy was a bitter bitch and you weren’t about to deal with that.

But what if he didn’t care?

No, shut up. You can never expect someone to be okay with your sex work…

You cried a little harder into the sheets. No feelings. It was in all your contracts because you thought you didn’t have feelings, not in a sociopathic kind of way, but…you gripped harder at the sheets as you screamed into a pillow. Why did this have to happen to you? You needed to get home, but you were too miserable to move. Reaching out of the covers you reached to the bedside for your phone, thankful there were no missed calls or texts, you had to give him that. Going into your calendar you canceled all your next week’s appointments and followed it with a lengthy email feigning sickness and some half-hearted explanation on how to reschedule. You weren’t in the mood to see anyone right now and you planned to use the next week to get a little retrospective.

The week didn’t make anything better. You weren’t sure what you were expecting but he hadn’t tried to contact you at all. He was staying true to your contract’s rule of no feelings, staying out of your way and not requesting an appointment. Maybe he thought you had moved past it and was just hoping you’d forget. That would be the best for both of you. So why did it hurt so badly?

You opened your schedule just for the following Monday and a frequent client took one of your two spots immediately. You almost wished that he had at least tried to schedule but there were none. The regular exhilaration you felt about work was gone as you read the client’s requests. Such bland and boring things. Taehyung’s thighs in the white, silk stockings popped into your head as you dropped it into your hands. You squeezed your eyes and willed your brain to shut up as you groaned inwardly. His sharp breaths were in your ear as he held you close to him, his thigh between your legs. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes again. Why did he have to go and fucking say something? The both of you could have continued living this lie for a little longer. Your fingers dug into the roots of your hair as you willed yourself to stay the fuck away from your phone. Do not go texting or emailing anyone. You felt the softness of his curls dust across your fingertips. Your entire body ached, and you felt feverish. What was this feeling? You hated whatever it was.

Your appointment didn’t go well, which caused you to cancel your second slot and left the rest of your week off the schedule. You weren’t in it. He could tell and so could you. A job you once had passion in now felt cold and it scared you. Maybe when you saw your therapist again, you’d tell her about it, but for now you were going to stay home and away from technology.

Taehyung POV

Three weeks later

The pain had started to hurt a little less as time went by. Enough so that he had agreed to go to a party this coming Friday, finally feeling enough like himself to get out there again. His friend wanted to introduce him to some girl that worked at his firm and figured this was the fresh start he needed.

He looked at himself in the mirror as he held the paper bag wrapped bottle of wine he had procured on his way home from work. He wore a large, soft sweater and dark pants. Soft, he thought to himself. You had always liked when he dressed this way. He shook his head to clear the memory from his mind, wiping it clean with one swipe. Setting his shoulders straight he headed out of the door of his apartment and into the night. The air seemed to be charged with electricity. He squinted up through the city lights to see if he could get any glimpse of the night sky, but he didn’t see anything. One block into his six block walk, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled across the sky. He groaned as he realized his clear lack of umbrella. He quickened his pace, hoping he could make it before it started to pour.

Your POV

The night sky lit up above you as lightning streaked across it.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

You pulled your sweatshirt closer, not that it was waterproof, but you guessed it was something. You had two bags slung on one arm as you walked back home from the grocery store but had no idea the weather was supposed to get bad tonight.

“What did I do to deserve this?” you asked, face towards the sky as you felt the first drop hit your cheek.

You still had at least four blocks and by the way the wind picked up, this was going to hit sooner rather than later.

“Just don’t let me get pneumonia.”

You walked a little faster as the raindrops picked up. You heard with dread as behind you, they began to hit the buildings and pavement with more ferocity. Cold wind picked up, whipping around you, and bringing with it, cold ass rain. You shivered as it almost instantly soaked into the back of your pants and you cursed the minute you decided to step out of your apartment. You were stopped by a traffic light on a corner, continued to get soaked as you waited for the light to change. You dodged puddles as you skipped across the street quickly and didn’t realize there was someone else approaching just as quickly on the otherwise empty sidewalk. You didn’t have time to react as you ran square into someone’s chest before stumbling backwards. The stranger reached out for you, and to their credit, grabbed your hand but went down with you anyway. The both of you landed directly into probably the deepest puddle you had ever seen in your life, but at this point you were used to your shitty luck.

“Look, oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

Your entire body seized in fear because you knew that voice too well and it haunted your dreams, causing the new bags under your eyes. You wanted to sleep to forget, but you were afraid to fall asleep in fear that you might see his face.

“S’okay,” you mumbled quietly, gathering your bag and trying to stand quickly.

The rain poured harder and at this point you were soaked to your underwear and fucking miserable. Your back was to him as you attempted to flee the scene.

“Hey! Wait! Are you okay?” he called after you.

“Fine!” you called over your shoulder. The rain was pouring so hard he probably couldn’t hear you.

You felt his hand on your shoulder before he spoke. You were right under the streetlamp when you stopped dead in your tracks.

“This fell out of your bag.”

You had to turn around to get it back. Walking away would just be creepy and weird. Your hood was still up, but he’d know. You swiveled on your heel and looked up before you even fully faced him. His dark curls stuck cutely to his forehead; he was just as wet as you. His eyes widened in surprise and you looked down at the obvious bottle of wine in his hand. Looked like he was going on a date. So he had moved on. That’s exactly what you wanted so you weren’t sure why the pain in your stomach was so sharp. The apple sat in his hand so delicately and you suddenly missed those fingers more than you expected yourself to. You reached for it slowly and grasped it tightly before taking it.

“Thank you,” you mustered up. If any tears were to fall it wouldn’t be like he’d see them.

He looked pained and in shock. You were the last person he expected to see.

“Y-you’re welcome,” he stuttered out. He turned quickly and made his way down the sidewalk and back into the wet night.

You watched as he crossed under the next streetlight, tall frame falling into shadow again as he moved farther and farther away from you. You still stood, raindrops hitting the plastic bags and making your clothes feel ten times heavier. Your chest burned and you barely felt the cold as you cried, telling yourself to turn around and go home, but everything in your body screamed run.

You barely heard the cans, fruit, and glass bottles hit the ground as you dropped the bags and sprinted in the direction Taehyung had gone. The rain hit your face harder and it felt like you were running into the heart of the storm. He hadn’t left that long ago, so you should catch up to him soon, right?

“Taehyung!” you yelled as you tripped around an outdoor restaurant sign.

Tears fell freely now as you ran, feeling your shoes rubbing blisters on your heels as you slipped in them. Maybe he had turned down another block.

“Taehyung!” you yelled again as you stood on a street corner, but the sidewalks were barren.

You turned in circles, sobs coming out freely now as you gave in to the heartache. You had fucked up everything and now you were paying for it.

“_______?” you heard behind you.

You turned quickly and Taehyung stood, equally as soaked, and still clutching the wine bottle.

“Taehyung.” You were so surprised you weren’t sure what to say.

“I heard you calling me.” You saw the puffs of smoke drift from his mouth as the temperature dropped. You needed to get this out fast.

“I love you, too. I know it’s stupid. I know I said no feelings. I know I made you sign a contract. I never thought I was capable of loving someone else, but you did that for me. Over the months,” you gestured as you laughed nervously, “I started feeling things I had never experienced and that scared me. It was something I talked to my therapist about and,” you realized you were rambling and took a deep sigh. “I don’t want to let go of the one person who brought me those feelings.”

Taehyung stared at you, face unreadable as he searched yours. You felt that strange dread you always felt as a kid when you did something wrong, it ran from head to toe and made you feel sick. He was angry because you had rejected him and now, here you were, telling him you loved him. You knew it wasn’t fair, and you wouldn’t be mad at him if he didn’t reciprocate those feelings now.

The wine bottle hit the pavement with a dull crack as he moved forward. He had you gathered in his arms and lips on yours just as the sky opened a little wider, lightning lit up the buildings in an eerie blue glow. Thunder cracked overhead and tumbled across the sky like falling rocks down a mountainside. But Taehyung’s lips were warm on yours and you felt relief wash through you. Though, you felt as if you didn’t deserve it, he had accepted you.

“I don’t want to keep you from your date.” Your words came out shaky as you shivered, cold hands against his wet sweater.

He looked a little stunned at your comment.

“It wasn’t really…a date.”

Your heart plummeted again, despite getting what you wanted.

“Besides, fuck that date.”

He grabbed your hand and headed in the direction of his home, which was coincidentally not too far from yours, but he was in an upscale high rise closer to downtown. The both of you dripped across the marble of the lobby as he directed you to the elevator. You both stood, shoulder to shoulder, shivering, and exchanging awkward glances as you made it to his floor. Once he had you in his apartment, he turned the heater on low, as he guided you through his tastefully decorated apartment. Expensive looking art donned the walls of the hallway he led you down and each had their special lighting. The bathroom he led you too was fit for hotel suite as he stepped into the walk in shower and started the water. He stepped back out and up to you, hands tentative on the bottom of your soaked through sweatshirt. He pulled the dripping fabric over your head and you shivered as the cold air hit your skin. You crossed your arms over your chest to stay warm as he peeled your sweats off your legs.

“Get in the shower,” he said softly.

You slowly walked inside, easing under the stream of warm water, and reveled in the feeling of your limbs finally defrosting. He followed behind you, stepping under the rainfall shower with you, and you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist, holding him close.

“I’m sorry for kicking you out.”

“I breached my contract.”

His hand was reassuring on the back of your head as your cheek pressed against his chest. He was right and you had every right to do what you did, but you wouldn’t have felt bad about anyone else.

“Yea, that wasn’t very fair to throw that at me.”

He held his breath a little, expecting you to tell him the truth, but still not ready when you said it.

“I know. My mouth moved before my brain could catch up and I’m sorry for putting you in that position.”

He sounded so sincere in his apology and he hadn’t tried to contact you at all this entire time.

“What now?”

Taehyung’s POV

What were you supposed to do now? He hadn’t really expected to be here in this position. Across the bathroom, his phone vibrated on the counter. Probably his friend wondering where he was as he stood up his somewhat blind date. But he was exactly where he wanted to be three weeks ago, standing here with you in his arms. He wanted to ask if you were real. You shivered slightly as you continued to warm up and he held you closer to him. He missed the feeling of your skin against his. You were here with him and it wasn’t an appointment and he wasn’t under any contract.

Instead of answering your question, he released his hand to tilt your chin upwards so that he could kiss you properly. You sighed softly against his lips and he felt the familiar flutter in his chest that he only associated to being in your presence. His lips were against yours in a gentle kiss, touching just for a moment when he whispered.

“Use me.”

You looked startled by his statement and somewhat confused.

“W-what do you mean?”

His thumb was against your chin, rubbing lightly along your skin as he continued to stare into your eyes. He wanted you to know that everything he said from this point forward was from his heart.

“Use me like everyone uses you. I know it’s your job, but when was the last time you did something you wanted? Use me in any way you want, anywhere you want. You name it, and I’ll do it.”

You were biting your lip as he spoke. He knew you were doing it in thought, but the action had him wanting to bite down on the pink flesh himself, but he waited. You searched his face as he watched the gears in your head turn. It seemed as if this were the first time you were being asked this question. He slid his hand along the small of your back, drawing you closer.

“I’ll give you anything you want,” he said as he dipped lower to your face again. You blushed deeply as he brought his face closer. “Are you shy now?”

“No,” you whispered.

“You know,” he started, “the last session; the one I—anyway, you were behind me one day in a coffee shop by my office, but you were on the phone so you didn’t notice me.” Your eyes widened in surprise. “You looked so casual, so relaxed, so you. I wanted that version of you, so that’s who I created for that session; that was the only way I could really be close to you.”

A knowing sigh passed your lips and cooled the water on his face. “I had begun to wonder…I suspected you had feelings some time ago.”

He felt ashamed for letting too much through and putting you in a difficult position. In a sick way, it worked out for him, but he was hoping that with time you’d let him make it up to you.

“What would you like me to do?” He let his voice drop, sounding gentle, but tried to entice something from you.

Your POV

Your body shook at the timbre of his voice and you wanted to basically climb him right here in the shower. What fantasy of yours did you want? There were so many. A few didn’t fit into this situation, some were questionable, maybe a few were embarrassing, but you knew he would do literally anything you asked of him.

“Do you still have the stockings?”

You felt him grow a little bit harder against you, cock twitching on your stomach as the hand on your back tightened.

“Yes,” he breathed.

“The shirt?”

“It’s at the dry cleaner, but I definitely have a substitute.”

Reaching behind you, you turned off the shower.

“Put them on.”

Taehyung complied immediately, stepping from the shower to grab you a towel before grabbing one for himself. He dried himself quickly as he slipped into the connecting closet. You towel dried your hair so that the cold water wouldn’t drip down your back as you waited. A few minutes passed before he stepped back out of the closet. Instinctively, you started at his feet, admiring the silk wrapped around his calves and then his thighs. His cock was fully erect now, a subtle pink glow to his skin. The shirt he had on looked expensive and tailor made. He left it unbuttoned, but it fit perfectly across his broad shoulders, sleeves ending at his wrists. You walked forward and rubbed the fabric between your fingers. It was the softest cloth you had ever felt, and it flowed like air across his skin. The white of the shirt only accentuated the honey color of his skin as you ran your fingers over his stomach.

“Will this be okay?” He sounded like a child waiting for appraisal from its elder.

“This is perfect, Taehyung,” you said while still running your hands over his body. They now rested on the outside of his thighs. You really did like the way he looked in these.

Slowly, you eased yourself to your knees in front of him. He looked surprised as his eyebrows disappeared beneath his hair. Something primal inside of you stirred as he stood towering over you, wrapped in soft fabric, with his hard cock right in front of your face. To say you missed him would be an understatement. You wrapped your hand around him gingerly, knowing just how sensitive he was. His hips barely moved as your soft hand closed around the base. You ran your other hand up his stockinged thigh, feeling his muscles flex beneath your palm. He groaned as you reached around to grasp a handful of his ass in your hand. Pushing him forward, you guided his cock between your lips and sunk as far as you could, your nose kissing your finger. His hands flexed at his sides as he further became submissive in your hands. He was falling and was more than willing to receive whatever was at the bottom. You held him there in your mouth for a few seconds, letting him feel the warmth of you wrapped around him, tongue moving along the sensitive skin on the bottom of his cock. You watched him as his head tilted down to look at you. His hair hung in half dried curls, framing his perfect face and suddenly you thought you had never seen anyone more beautiful than him. You slipped back slowly, leaving your hand at the base, until just the tip was nestled between your lips like a lollipop. Sucking lightly, you came off with a pop, never breaking eye contact. His body flushed with goosebumps as your eyes continued to dare him to look away. Precum still leaked from his cherry red tip. It glistened in the bright lights of the bathroom, beckoning like a sweet dessert. You wanted more of him, to devour him whole and make him yours forever. Taking him in your mouth, you sank down quicker this time, pulling back and setting a rhythm. His muscles twitched beneath your hand as you kept it on his ass, almost pushing him in time with your mouth. His moans pitched, echoing off the marble walls, a symphony with the most beautiful note. He was biting harshly into his bottom lip as he kept his eyes locked on yours. He wanted so badly to screw his eyes shut but didn’t dare look away. You saw his eyes well with tears, a few escaping down his nose until it dripped perfectly underneath your own eye. Your name tumbled from his lips in quick gasps now.

“_ ____, I’m g-gonna come, oh my god.” He didn’t seem to be getting enough air as he forced his orgasm to wait. His skin was hot beneath your hand and his cock was so hard in your mouth you were sure he was using a great amount of self-control.

Not wanting him to lose it, you pulled off quickly saying, “Come.” Before you sank back down on him, removing your hand and pushing him far back into your throat. His groan was guttural as he almost doubled over, fingers soft on your shoulders in case he lost his balance, as he came in hot spurts down your throat. He was against your gag reflex, but you focused on breathing through your nose and concentrated on your breath. Both hands were tight on his thighs now just so you could feel the way they moved beneath your hands. His hips stuttered forward into your mouth in a few shallow thrusts until you felt the last drops. No longer able to breathe this way, you pulled off his cock and quickly swallowed so that you could exhale.

“Fuck,” you whispered through a raw gasp.

Taehyung’s hands were on his knees as he stumbled backwards, ass meeting the cold counter, and he slumped back. He looked like a perfect statue carved from the most precious stone. His dark hair stuck to his cheeks in sweat or water, you weren’t sure which. The white silk shirt was soaked through and plastered to his skin and it accentuated the soft muscle of his chest. It opened perfectly to expose his stomach and frame his bottom half. His cock was still hard, and the stockings had stayed in place. You licked your lips and rubbed your thighs together as you drank him in. He cocked an eyebrow when he looked at you, finger coming up in a ‘come here’ motion. You stood, sauntering over and his eyes raked over your body hungrily. Slotting yourself between his legs, you ran your finger under his chin, and then your thumb over his bottom lip. He was looking into your eyes, waiting for your next command.

“You have to make me come no less than three times.” You let your eyes flutter innocently to his lips and then back up to his eyes. “By any means possible.”

Taehyung inhaled deeply as he closed his eyes. He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you closer again. With a sigh he kissed you and you fell into it, body, and soul. One of his hands went between your legs as he continued to devour you. You moaned, fingers digging into the stockings as he rubbed his fingers along your slit, gathering every bit of you that spilled on his fingers before circling your clit. You gasped in his mouth as he pinched your nipple between his fingers and twisted lightly. You moved your hips over his fingers, and he stilled, letting you do the work. He pinched a little harder on your nipple as he bit down on your bottom lip. You moved faster now, circling, and grinding your hips on his fingers. God, how you missed these fingers. You were all but crying into his mouth when your muscles began to tense. Your calves ached as your toes curled painfully, but the pain wasn’t going to make you stop the rhythm that was soon going to send you over the edge. As your whines pitched and your entire body began to shiver, Taehyung twisted your nipple harshly and pressed harder against your clit. You ground against him, breathing heavily through your nose as Taehyung seemed to be intent in gathering every moan you had. You couldn’t help the clench in your jaw when you came, making your lips immobile against his. You keened and your breath seized in your chest. His lips were at the corner of your mouth as you wet his fingers even more, hips slowing to a halt as you finally let out an exhale.

“One,” he whispered as he placed a kiss to your cheek.

Your body was already beginning to feel the sleepy side effects of your orgasm, but you knew you could take it. He pushed you back lightly as he stood in front of you, placed his hands on your shoulders and switched positions, picked you up and sat you on the edge of the counter.

“Now it’s my turn,” he smiled as he dropped to his knees. He spread your legs as wide as he could, warm hands on the insides of your thighs, so that he could get a better look. Your skin shone with your cum and Taehyung didn’t want to waste another second without tasting you. He leaned forward and licked a long, slow stripe up your center. His tongue dipped inside of you quickly and curled. He drew it back out and swallowed.

“How does it taste?” you asked as you buried your fingers into his hair and pushed him a little harder against you when his lips were back on you.

“Mmpf,” he moaned into you as he fucked you with his tongue. His nose pressed against your clit as you wound your fingers into the hair at his nape. He shook his head quickly against you and with your other hand planted on the counter behind you, you began to move your hips against his face. Taehyung wrapped his arms around your thighs so that he could pull you as close as possible. His eyes opened to meet yours and his pupils were so blown that you could no longer see the chocolate color there. He looked beautiful between your legs on his knees, almost as if he were born for this. His mouth told you this truth. He knew your body more intimately that any other client you had ever had. He knew the perfect ways to edge you, and at the end, have you coming so hard that your vision darkened. He moaned now, sending vibrations straight into your clit. Your entire body was so hot, and it was soon hard to keep your sweaty palm from slipping against the counter. Holding his head, you ground as hard as you could and with the combination of his tongue and the deep rumbles escaping his throat, you came again. He kept his mouth on you, tongue hot inside as you clenched. He drank you in as if you were his last meal. Gently, he nuzzled his nose against your swollen clit, licking up all that he could of you. When he sat back, you saw your creamy cum on his lips and chin. You grasped his chin, forcing him to rise on his knees as you came down, licking the cum from his lips slowly. It was bittersweet against your tongue and Taehyung moaned. Your tongue was past his lips and the taste of you was even stronger on his.

“Are you tired yet?” he asked smugly when you pulled away.

“You wish.”

His smile was devastating as he stood. What you wouldn’t give to see that smile every day of your life. Were you willing to sacrifice for him? Mid-lust ____ probably shouldn’t think about this right now. He placed his hands on the counter on either side of you as he leaned, looking at your face.

“Can I make love to you?” he asked.

Your body flushed and shivered involuntarily, and you felt new arousal bloom in your stomach. Something about the way he said it had you wanting to simultaneously coo over him and fuck his brains out.

“Yes.”

What more was there to say? He rubbed his cock along your slit and your gaze cast downwards to watch. The stockings still looked perfect and the shirt was still giving him every favor. He pushed in slow, feeling your swollen walls take him in fully. When he bottomed out, you gasped and clung to his shoulders as his hips began to move. His breath shuddered against your skin as he buried his face into your neck. His fingers dug into your hips as he quickened his pace. You weren’t sure what you did to get blessed with someone whose cock curved perfectly into your g-spot, but in this moment, you weren’t complaining. Your clit was already so sensitive that any move against it had your stomach clenching and your eyes rolling. It really wouldn’t take much for him to make you come a third time and you were really hoping he wasn’t taking this as a challenge. You wove your hands under his arms and dug your fingers into his shoulder blades as you pushed yourself more into him. Taehyung breathed heavily against you.

“Are you going to come, princess?” He picked his head up and was now placing hot kisses to the underside of your jaw. Your body felt as if it were about to melt through the counter and you clung desperately to him. You couldn’t even talk, your chest burned, and he was hitting your g-spot so rapidly that you could barely form a simple word. But for him, you would do this.

“T-tae,” you stuttered.

He didn’t stop as his lips that were against your cheek, parted. “Yes?”

“I love you,” you whispered as you gave into the feeling of him. Your third orgasm hit and this one melted into your body, soothing and erasing all the bad things that had happened in the past few weeks.

You weren’t sure if what you heard from him was a choked sob or just the sheer force of his orgasm, but seconds later he spilled inside of you, hips still moving. He shivered in your arms again. You let him thrust through his orgasm even though you felt as if you were on fire. You’d do anything for him. When he looked at you again, you realized that he had begun to cry. Tears welled in his soft eyes as he cupped your cheeks. He sniffed and his eyes moved rapidly as he looked at every part of your face. Your hands were on his wrists, gently applying pressure.

“Tae, what’s wrong?”

He shook his head as he sniffed louder and laughed. The tears spilled freely now and the juxtaposition to his smile was almost haunting.

“Nothing’s wrong.” His tears slowed and his dewy cheeks began to dry. His hands were still pressing softly into your skin as he seemed lost for words. “I just still can’t believe you’re here.”

The full weight of his feelings for you and all the emotions you flowed through the last few weeks, came rushing down on you like a tidal wave.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry, too!” he cried as he quickly wiped at the tears escaping the corners of your eyes. “I’m sorry. We’re meant to be happy right now, I’m sorry.”

“No,” you said as you gently shushed him. “I am happy. That’s why I’m crying.”

“So,” he whispered softly, face open and innocent, “do you think we can make this work?”

Could you? Who knew? There was much to talk about, and you weren’t even sure where you would start. You definitely needed to talk to your therapist about this but, right now, you knew you didn’t want to let this feeling go. You had gone years thinking you weren’t capable of love or being loved. Who knew it would take a client of yours to pull out those feelings you were sure your brain had dumped at birth? How far were you willing to go?

All you knew was that you were ready to traverse even the most difficult path if it meant Taehyung would be waiting for you at the end.

“Yea,” you whispered back as you squeezed his wrists a little more, “I think we can make it work.”

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missinghan · 4 years

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what if we ⤖ lee minho

❖ genre : college au; roommates au

❖ word count : 4,1k.

❖ warning : explicit language

❖ summary : Minho is more than fed up with your nonsense of not having a roommate until you graduate because he’s desperately in need of a new place after getting kicked out.

❖ a/n : the continuation of roommate lino is out now!

one.

Minho takes dreadful strides into M.I.A Cafe, completely waterlogged from head to toe like a wet rat, drained from trying to walk back home without an umbrella—even if he had one, the wind would have taken him along with it on an exhilarating ride while Poseidon is throwing a rampage at Zeus or whatever gods up there.

He slumps into the nearest seat possible, sinking deeply into the cushioned surface only to stain the blue velvet with his sodden leather jacket. Anyone else happening upon the scene might notice a more than average looking college kid; Minho’s mesmerizing, he really is. But not just because of his catlike smile or stupidly good hair without even trying, it’s also because he’s the president of the dance club despite being a business major. It’s not hard for him to gain even more attention since he works at the cafe on campus anyway.

However, all Woojin sees from overlooking his workplace is his idiotic coworker who left ten minutes ago has officially given up on going against the bloody family feud above and come back to make his life miserable. Kang is going to give him shit for the wet cushions because Minho’s shift has fortunately ended. And it only gets worse from there. The younger boy pushes himself off the chair and flings his dripping bangs away from his face before taking off his jacket, deciding it’s a good idea to sway it back and forth, splashing water all over the clean floor.

“Lee Minho,” Woojin raises his voice slightly but Minho simply ignores his threatening tone and stuffs his leather jacket into his backpack.

The brunet makes his way over to the countertop, hopping effortlessly onto one of the bar stools. “I would like a Vietnamese coffee, please,” Minho shows his friend those ridiculous looking sparkly eyes like he just stepped out from an anime, and Woojin forces a smile through gritted teeth. “Come on, I’m tired, don’t look at me as if I’m in charge of the weather or something.”

Woojin remains silent, and so does his death glare. Hence, Minho gives in and props his head onto his hand lazily. “Fine, just give me a hot chocolate, I’m freezing over here,” he shivers stoically as his brain is multitasking (yelling at him and considering his options at the same time). With the sky roaring as if it’s raging on with other supernatural forces, Minho isn’t overly fond of heading outside by himself again. Meaning, plan A: get a ride or plan B: stay with Woojin until his graveyard shift is over. Minho’s having an eight AM tomorrow and he’s not about to walk up to the nurse’s office with a broken ankle for skipping three steps at a time. But in what world would a guardian angel appear out of nowhere to drive him home?

A random Twitter notification pops up and he swipes it away dejectedly, wholly uninterested. When Woojin slides the paper cup across the countertop, he catches a glimpse of Minho’s lock screen and gasps as if he just saw something out of the ordinary. It’s not. “You replaced your cats’ photo with Y/N’s instead? Okay, I see you, you sly little bitch,” he chuckles creepily while wiping his hand onto the white apron.

“It’s temporary,” Minho sneers like a cat having someone step on its tail. “Besides, she hates it, that’s why I put it there.”

“Yeah yeah, keep telling yourself that.”

Woojin is making a big deal out of this as if it’s a picture of you cuddling Minho or something. But in reality, it’s just a really ugly photo of you taking too big of a bite when he decided to flex his paycheck and took you out to a pizzeria. You forgave him because 1) you had the opportunity to eat real pizza after months of stocking up frozen ones from the supermarket, and 2) it’s only a matter of time until he’s over it and returns to his typical photos of his cats at home.

“Yo,” Minho says after a sip of the hot beverage. “You’re moving out of Seungmin’s next week?”

Woojin replies, silently appreciating one of the rare civil conversations with his friend. “Yep, you? Don’t tell me that you haven’t found a place yet,” he stops himself right there, only to be met with complete dead silence. “Wait, you’re kidding, right? Aren’t you getting kicked out on Monday? How are you gonna find a place within three days?”

“Tough luck?” Minho shrugs nonchalantly, staring rather deeply at his lock screen, and an idea pops up inside his head. He feels the need to kick himself because he should have thought of this sooner. Biting his lower lip, he’s slightly nervous when his thumb taps onto your name in his contact. It’s not like you’re gonna rip his head off, why is he so jumpy about this anyway?

His train of thoughts get cut off when your raspy voice rings through his eardrums, “What do you want?”

two.

Your white Rover pulls up in front of the cafe after five minutes of cursing at him through the phone while dragging yourself out of bed and another ten to drive to your unwanted destination.

“Get in before I rip your head off,” you deadpan, pushing your bangs away from your face.

“I love you, did you know that?” Your heart totally didn’t skip a beat at that. He didn’t mean it, he couldn’t have meant it. It was lighthearted, it sounded lighthearted but was it supposed to be lighthearted? Great, now your heart just gives up on you while your brain is harassing you with some stupid assumptions without valid shreds of evidence.

Minho smiles sheepishly at you after waving to Woojin—who isn’t very interested in his departure and enters your car in relief. Although you were doing nothing but spitting strings after strings of curse words at him, it genuinely made him feel at ease when he heard your voice through the phone, hanging by three percent of battery left.

“Also, spill the hot chocolate, and I’m gonna throw you on the highway,” you warn him before starting the engine. The only problem with your morbid remarks is that Lee Minho is exclusively immune to them because he too, shares the same amount of insanity with you like how you both shared a sad tuna sandwich last Tuesday when the school canteen tried to recreate a Chipotle bowl. You both tasted it. And you were offended.

Minho tosses his backpack to the backseats and replies in monotone, “I won’t, just don’t kill us. That’s all I’m asking from you.” He looks awfully good for someone who’s completely rain-soaked. How fucking unfair.

“That’s all?” you question without looking at him in the eye. He only hums a random melody from a song that you can’t quite remember before plugging his phone in with your speakers. Your face morphs into a frown at his vague reaction, “Usually one thing leads to another, you never ask me for a single favor and just leave me alone, are you sure that you didn’t forget your wallet and now you wanted a new tattoo?”

He breaks into a fit of giggles at that, three are already enough for his ancestors to haunt him in his sleep. And your heart magically comes back more alive than ever at the sound; it really needs to stop doing that before you’re found dead on the street just by talking to him on the phone or something. “It’s not that,” Minho scratches the nape of his neck. “I’m basically gonna be homeless next week if I don’t manage to find a new place in like...three days.”

The car grows silent for a second there before Didn’t know me by Heize starts blasting through the speakers when he puts one of his playlists on random. You look over at him deep in the eye, thinking rather thoroughly about this. And Minho starts feeling knots in his stomach when you avert your gaze back onto the road. Are you perhaps...mad at him?

“Don’t-even-think-about-it,” you deadpan. “You know how Yeji pleaded to move in with me after freshman year, and..failed miserably.”

“Come on! You can’t be this heartless, are you really gonna let me sleep on the sidewalk for a good three weeks?”

You click your tongue in annoyance while making a turn to the left. “I never said that you moron,” An eye roll soon follows your statement, and before Minho can even say anything, his mouth snaps shut, eyes wide. “You know that Chan lives alone right?”

He protests, “Chan always let Changbin and Jisung crash to make music. Besides, it’s a studio apartment, like hello? I’m not planning on losing my beauty sleep here. ”

“Woojin?”

“After the mess I made back there? He will murder me, Y/N,” Minho says without a single shred of fear in his voice, yet he’s giving you those Puss in Boots eyes as if he’s gonna let Woojin snap his head off that easily. Jeongin is still living on campus, and Minho would rather be sleeping with dead rats than sharing a room with Jisung because Seungmin would never let him step a foot onto his white carpet.

You scrunch your nose and ignore the golden specks in his eyes, “You didn’t even try asking him, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind housing you for a few weeks. He’s a good guy and definitely doesn’t hate your ass enough to not let you sleep in the living room.”

“But,” he pouts sadly, in which you’re completely unaffected by. But here’s what makes your chest swell. “I like spending time with you,” he mumbles under his breath. Huh? Your heart rate falls flat before coming back to thunder inside your chest cavity twice as fast. Did he really just-

Minho sighs, and suddenly his shoulders start getting heavy. He feels rejected, but he shouldn’t since it’s not mandatory for you to let him stay with you. Perhaps, he’s nothing but a complete nuisance in your eyes after all. “But if you say so,” he murmurs, eyes turning stormy and you can feel a pit at your stomach. “I guess I’m gonna call Woojin then..”

And he ends the conversation there, abruptly.

Raindrops knocking at your car’s windows. The sounds of his fingers tapping against the keyboard. Even your own rhythm of breathing. Everything’s piling onto your back as if you’ve just committed a terrible sin.

Woojin is really busy this year, preparing for grad school and everything. And your current courses are pretty easy to handle, it’d be mean of you to let him contain Lee Minho while working two jobs. Especially when he’s constantly turning in assignments at a single minute right before the deadline. So with the little amount of morality left, you tell yourself to stop being a little bitch and start considering the possibilities of having a roommate for the very first time.

“Fine,” you grumble after a good twenty seconds of thinking. “You can use my old air mattress, a month should be good before you’re able to find a new place. So we’re taking turns washing the dishes and splitting the bills in half, cool?”

Minho’s brain suddenly demands every part of his body to stop, his finger hovering over the ‘send’ button. “Gee okay, I get it, you don’t like having roommates. But you don’t have to be so pressed about it,” he concludes almost too fast for your brain cells to comprehend what’s going on in his mind. Was he even listening to you? “I knew you weren’t gonna let me stay with—“ His words instantly come to a halt, eyeballs ready to pop out of their respective sockets any second.

“What?” he blurts, round eyes staring right at you expectantly.

You scratch your nose with your ring finger when a coral tint rises on your cheekbones, something that you do a lot whenever you’re nervous. “I said you can come and stay with me for the time being,” you say lamely, having a spontaneous interest in the row of Sumikko Gurashi figures that Minho gave you on your birthday last year. “I don’t want you to poison Woojin with your cooking, roomie.”

“You’d better feed me then, Ramsay,” he beams with a bright smile—far brighter than the Sun itself and any of the stars above. And who were you kidding? It’s not his cooking that you’re worrying about. It’s not even Woojin that you’re worrying about. It’s him, you’re worried about him.

Besides, maybe you like spending time with him too.

three.

After a whole night of hauling three gigantic cardboard boxes along with two suitcases into your apartment, you drag Minho’s ass out of bed at nine in the morning, push him into your car and slowly reverse out of your apartment’s parking lot.

He’s not very attentive to his surroundings when he’s tired so he didn’t mind the monotonous voice of the news reporter coming out of the speakers. Whereas, he would have yelled at you by now to shut it off so he can blast his Spotify playlist at maximum volume to annoy people who apparently don’t know how to park their cars properly. Still, he only finished unpacking half of his luggage at four so it didn’t occur to him how little time he spent half-sleeping against your car’s window.

It didn’t occur to him how you managed to maneuver him out of the vehicle either. But when his eyes start hurting from rubbing them too much, Minho realizes that you’re piloting him through an old couple shopping hand in hand, a sweaty man in his mid-forties wearing a tracksuit and a child tugging at his mom’s skirt, begging for a lollipop. He gazes downward, eyes stop dead in their tracks seeing your hand intertwined with his while your free one is scrolling through the list of groceries on your phone.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty, glad that you’re finally awake,” the amount of sarcasm laced in your tone just makes the blush on his cheeks disappear in the span of half a second.

Minho makes a face and pulls his hand back to grab a cart, trailing after your footsteps grimly like an obedient puppy. “Waking up early was not in the contract,” he lets out the loudest yawn possible without covering his mouth, no manners whatsoever. “That lawsuit for child labor? Pending.”

You chuckle dryly and toss a box of oatmeal cookies into the cart, not really caring that he’s sleepy and tired. You’re the one who’s driving after all. “It technically is,” you say with a meek smile and turn around, watching him throw in a bag of popcorn, barbecue flavored chips, and other junks that scream college staple food. He told you that he’s making use of the school’s gym five times a week but seeing the amount of trash that’s piling up, you doubt that his efforts are gonna matter at this point.

“I told you that we’re grocery shopping every Monday morning because we both don’t have classes on Monday mornings.”

Minho only groans loudly like a damsel in distress until you both reach the vegetable aisle. He immediately goes for the asparagus and broccoli, probably to water down the amount of sodium from the chips.

You’re not sure if it’s just because he’s sleepy but the rest of your banter while raiding the supermarket is fairly civil. In short, it’s the most normal conversation you’ve ever had with him. Not that you’re complaining, it's actually really nice to see how he also has a soft side to him. Not only did Minho grab the chicken breasts for Chan because that guy cannot live without them, but he also called Changbin to check which flavor of the protein bar that he prefers. It seems like he’s gonna crash at Chan’s place for an upcoming secret project.

When you both queue up at the self-checkout line, he observes the light blue packaging of your shampoo curiously. He notices how you stopped getting the twelve ounces bottle and went for the twenty-four ounces one instead.

“You’re still using this one? I thought you said you wanted to change it up every time?” He asks, propping his head onto your shoulder lazily. Minho remembers how you started to try out this brand three months ago and he laughed his ass off at you for being so determined to go through all of their scents. It’s dumb, yes, but he commented on every single one of them anyway.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?”

Your body tenses up when he sniffs at your hair, nose brushing against the back of your ear, and it’s not helping either when his forearms are resting against the lines of your waist so he can hold onto the cart while you’re too busy bombarding Yeji with questions about the frat party she attended last night. You’re basically trapped between him and the cart; you can’t believe you’re only realizing that just now.

“Hold up, I thought you usually go grocery shopping alone?” Yeji flips the table and inquires slyly on the other line, then she lets out an audible gasp. It’s so loud that Minho staggers backward from surprise, almost hitting the cart behind. “Is that Lee Minho?! Y/N, what are you two doing at the Asian market at ten AM? Together?!”

Words spill out of your mouth before you can even process them properly. “We saw each other coincidentally and ended up using the same cart.” And now you want to put your head through a wall because what kind of an answer was that? Your brain had to malfunction at that very moment, in the middle of that very call, it just had to. “Okay, whatever, I’ll tell you about it tomorrow during Park’s lecture, see you,” you hang up just like that, not knowing how to act because now you have to tell Yeji about how you—a complete loner—is finally having a roommate. But that roommate isn’t her specifically.

“You good? You look a bit..feverish,” Minho rests a hand on your forehead while his free one pushes the cart forward. Still in a daze, your heart shudders, and your back accidentally comes in contact with his chest, making you drop your phone onto the carton of eggs in a panic. “Careful there, that’s two months worth of eggs,” he reminds you, clearly not having a single clue of how giddy you are right now.

Also, saying that you’re giddy is an understatement.

You shake your head and mutter, “Right, sorry, you were saying?”

“I just asked why you stopped trying the rest of the scents and committed to April Cotton so easily.”

“It’s because you said it’s the best one so far,” you answer honestly, almost too honestly because right now, Minho feels like someone’s using his heart to juggle right inside his chest cavity.

four.

That night, after Minho’s monstrous shift at the cafe and three hours of you FaceTiming Yeji to procrastinate about a writing assignment, you both are sprawled across your white fuzzy carpet that sheds more than three of his cats combined.

In between is an empty cup of McFluffy, a sad piece of pepperoni pizza and leftover fries, all being placed on a piece of newspaper because Minho’s promised you that if he ever dirtied your carpet, he’d take you to a concert. His bank account isn’t ready for that yet. A Dog’s Way Home just ended two minutes ago and as the ending credits roll, you’re all curled up inside your over-sized hoodie, sniffling into a piece of tissue.

“Day one with your new roommate here and you’re already shedding tears Jesus Christ,” Minho tells you after stretching his limbs out tiredly, eyes becoming droopy.

“Shut up,” you punch his arm and laugh, wiping the remaining of your tears with your sleeves. “I swear I saw your eyes watering when Bella reunited with Big Kitten.”

“They did not?” He shoots you a shit-eating grin when he settles back down onto the floor, supporting his head with his hands. To be fair, the CGI was kinda shitty, a little bit noticeable but the reunion was too emotional for him to care about something as meaningless as that.

Minho ignores how you’re mumbling something and instead, turns onto his side and grabs a piece of fries, chewing obnoxiously. “So, Y/N,” he inquires rather cautiously. “How does it feel like to finally have good company along with good food?”

You hum for a while but answer with little consideration, eye closed, “I could use someone with a smaller mouth, and a smaller ego too but yeah, it’s kinda dope.” And you open one side of your eyes to see him being the literal CTRL+V of the surprised Pikachu meme. He looks betrayed, as if someone just sneaked into your apartment and snatched all of his packets of instant ramen in one go, just like whoosh, out the door they go with his daily breakfast.

“It feels kinda nice too,” you proceed to continue, staring at the ceiling to avoid eye contact with him. “Because I know although this person acts like an asshole most of the time, he’s just a really big softie on the inside. I like how he called his friends in the middle of his shopping trip to see if he’s getting them the right flavor of protein bars, how he paid for the groceries even though we’re equally broke, and how he skipped dance practice to volunteer at a nursing home every weekend.”

You’re not looking, but you’re pretty sure that Minho’s smile is growing so big, his cheeks are about to crack in half. “I didn’t tell anyone about that,” he stifles a laugh. “It’s either you’re somewhat a creep or you’re just really cautious about what kind of people you let into your life.”

“I’m a loner, what can I say?” You chuckle lightheartedly, feeling slightly fuzzy inside for no particular reason. “I am really cautious when it comes to stuff like that because the more you let people into your life, the more it hurts when they decide they’re gonna leave you.”

“Hah! So that’s why you’re so stubborn about the whole not having a roommate thing?” You nod sheepishly at that, feeling kinda embarrassed because it feels like he’s unraveling your secrets right under your nose.

The signature catlike smile lingers on his lips when you turn on your right to face him, and your useless heart thinks it’s a good time to skip a beat when your eyes meet his round ones with ridiculously beautiful lashes. You’ve never felt like this towards anyone before, it’s risky, you know it but you think you can trust him. You can trust Lee Minho.

Although he wasn’t this big, sassy persona that has a questionable obsession with cats and dancing when you first met him. You encountered Minho for the very first time backstage at the school’s music festival to support 3RACHA’s performance. Initially, he made absolutely no effort to even greet you like how a civil human being would, but he was intrigued when he saw the SpiderMan plush keychain on your backpack. And it seemed like fate was only trying to push both of you closer together because you kept bumping into him on campus. So it’s only a matter of time before he decided that he hated eating lunch alone and asked for the empty seat next to you, offering you his watered-down cup of coffee.

“What made you change your mind then? Why not just reject me?” Minho scoots closer to you, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“Because I feel like..you won’t be leaving me anytime soon..”

“Damn right, I can never stop bothering you.”

You don’t know where, how, or why you can muster every fiber of courage left inside of you to tell him that. But that doesn’t matter now, does it? Maybe this is a sign, the universe wants you to stop being so closed up all the time and open up to new people (regardless of how shitty you think they are) because life’s way too short to play the role of the lone traveler on this planet. And it’s madness to think that all it took this boy was half a cup of Vietnamese coffee and a call at such an ungodly hour for your heart to be completely his. Nothing’s gonna change much, you think. You’re gonna still free-fall into this hellhole called ‘college’ with your first world problems like everyone else but the only difference is that you don’t have to be alone anymore. There’s a hand for you to hold, a shoulder for you to lean on and your heart has found its new home. You don’t think you’ve ever felt it being so alive before. However, you’re not against it even when you’re still dubious.

Because that’s how you’re supposed to feel your entire life.

❖ p/s : I hope you enjoyed this little monster that I managed to whip up in the past few days, I thought it’d be nice if I could give you guys smth as a “parting gift” for my [rest]. I was very, very sleep-deprived as I proofread this so please don’t come for me & I’ll see you in the next fic!

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xbellaxcarolinax · 4 years

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Heartbreaker

Pairing: Modern Ivar x Female character/ reader (She)

Word Count: 3057

Warnings: Language mostly, implied sexual relations and angst.

Beautiful moodboard made by the amazing @peterquillzsblog Thank you again 💙

This was written for the lovely @youbloodymadgenius 400 Followers Writing Challenge. I'm super late, but thank you so much for letting me participate 💙 I had fun writing this and I hope you like it.

I used prompts #12 and #28. They are highlighted in bold.

I tagged those who might be interested.

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“I told you not to fall in love with me.”

The words hit her like a fucking truck. They tumbled so easily from his lips with that dreaded nonchalant tone she'd only ever heard him use on others whenever he spoke over the phone. It was never aimed at her.

He had his arms crossed over his naked chest with brows raised, sitting comfortably up against the large fancy black headboard of his equally large and fancy bed, the very bed he had her in only nights before. His long hair was messy, shooting out in all directions from being tugged at mercilessly. A pretty blonde had snaked her way from under his black satin sheets, her naked body in full view. She makes a show for him, pulling her denim jeans over her sad excuse of a behind slowly, obviously interested in hearing the rest of their exchange.

Ivar licks his lips, his blue eyes following the soft lines of that broads basic body before shifting them back to her. “You’d only get hurt in the end.” He finally says.

What a low blow.

She swallows the lump forming in her throat, knowing the tears would be forcing their way out of her glossy eyes soon. How fucking stupid was she? She stood there, hands balled into fists as her eyes flipped between him and the smirking blonde. Her lower lip trembled like a goddamn child, standing awkwardly in front of the pair. From the looks of it, this dalliance with the blonde had been going on for a while. The girl seemed far too comfortable.

Ivar was right. He did warn her not to fall in love with him. It was just supposed to be a fling, nothing more. They had met at a mutuals party, Ubbe’s friends cousin or some shit. They couldn’t remember the details now if you asked them, but they both knew the guy, and when they met, it was instant physical attraction. And that was when their “friends with benefits” relationship began. She had been a phenomenal plaything for him, and she seemed to know exactly what Ivar needed. She was pretty, had an amazing body, shiny hair, long fluttering lashes. She looked perfect on his arm and he liked her enough to keep her around, but he didn’t love her. How could he? He wasn’t meant for that shit. He was Ivar the heartbreaker, a hot young bachelor born into the old money of the Ragnarsson family. He could have any woman he wanted. And he did.

She was so fucking stupid, but Ivar was fucking stupid too. He’d given her a key to his flat, allowing her freedom to come and go as she pleased as if they were a fucking couple. And she was stupid enough to believe that was the relationship they were forming, that somehow they had silently crossed this bridge of uncertainty that went from nothing to something. They had been “together” for months, almost an entire year. Ivar wasn’t a bad person, he was just bad at relationships. He couldn’t settle with one girl, so he played with many. She wondered how many others he played with when she wasn’t around.

Not much regret could be detected in his eyes, his blue orbs shimmering with the words she could read so clearly: Get out. So that's exactly what she did. Turning swiftly on her booted heels, she walks back into his fancy kitchen, slamming his key with this cute pastel blue pom pom keychain she bought onto the marble island counter. Digging into one of the totes full of groceries that she intended to use to cook the fucker dinner, she pulls out a small tub of Häagen-Daz strawberry ice cream, shoving it in her bag. She'd need it later. With a shaky breath she looks around the modern sleek flat one last time before slamming the door behind her.

She could hear that bitch giggling as she left.

…

“Did you see the look on her face?” Freydis giggles, slipping on her low cut cropped top before pouncing onto the bed beside Ivar, “Poor thing. You really had her hung up.” Ivar did see the look on her face, and although he’d seen it many times before on countless other women, it hit him a little differently this time. Dammit.

She looked heartbroken, eyes wet like that day her cat had gotten sick and she begged Ivar to rush them over to the vet that was an hour away. He didn’t really care much for the cat, it had sharp claws and was always hissing at him, but he did it for her. Her cat was saved from whatever the fuck was wrong with him, and she was happy. She’d given him the sweetest smile he’d ever seen.

That night had been a great fuck.

Ivar releases a breath from his nostrils, ignoring Freydis babbling on and on about god knows what. The blonde was a fool if she thought she would be next to take her place. Fucking bimbo. Was only good for a measly fuck. And she was terrible at it. He pushes away the satin sheets, completely nude, before turning to peer at her from over his sculpted shoulder with a look of indifference.

“Get out.”

“Ivar?” She looks up at him through her lashes, her lips forming into a frown at his sudden disdain.

“I didn’t stutter,” He states calmly, but a stern tone laced his words that had her sitting up at attention,” I said get the fuck out.” Freydis rolls her eyes, pushing herself off the bed and grabbing her purse she meticulously hung in his closet.

“Douchebag,” She mutters, but she offers him a sickly sweet smile, pushing a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear, “You know I’m always available. I’ll be waiting for your call.” She winks at him, blowing him a kiss before slinking out of his room. Once Ivar heard his front door slam close he sighs, shuffling over to his bathroom for a much needed bath.

For some reason, he felt dirty.

…

It had started raining as soon as she left Ivar’s flat. She had forgotten her umbrella at home and she was soaked to the bone from the heavy droplets by the time she stepped foot into her own flat.

It was cute and cozy, with fairy lights and tapestries that were the complete opposite of Ivar’s stupid modern sleek bachelor pad. Ivar preferred simplistic Scandinavian living, while she gravitated towards that boho atmospheric vibe with scented candles that she had in practically every room. He joked about it whenever he slept over, which wasn’t very often. It looked childish to him. The scented candles made him sneeze and the cat was a bitch, but he’d settle under her warm quilted covers just fine, gazing up at her ceiling that reflected a projection of a star lit sky. That was actually kinda cute. She was always a romantic, but that was the problem.

She kicks off her tall boots, tossing her keys atop the little ceramic dish by the door. Moving over to her tiny kitchen, she puts away the ice cream in the freezer and makes a b-line towards her bedroom. She hangs up her bag on the very corner of the door to her closet, shedding her jacket and the rest of her clothes on the floor without a care before heading to her bathroom. She immediately lights all her candles, setting up a relaxing bubble bath with a lavender scented bath bomb. Lastly, she grabs her phone, searching for the right playlist before sinking into the warmth of the bubbly water.

As soon as her eyes fall shut, her mind goes back to Ivar.

Fuck him. And the blonde.

She didn’t want to berate herself anymore than she already did while taking that miserable walk home, but she couldn’t help feel like her heart was burning a hole right through her chest. It beat faster the more she thought of him, and her eyes pricked with the sensation of tears, until finally, she let them fall. The fat drops roll down her cheeks as she cries into her hands to muffle her sobbing.

This would be the only night she’d shed tears for him, she promised herself. Tomorrow was a new day.

Benji, her fat calico cat, slinks his way into the bathroom, curling up in a corner to enjoy the warmth of the bath for himself. She brings her teary eyes to him, the calm state of the feline having her wish she could feel such peace. Sometimes she wished she were a cat herself, only having to worry about sleeping, eating, shitting, and doing it all over again day after day.

Sinking deeper into the water she forces herself to relax, listening to the soothing sounds of Moonlight Sonata, a dreary tune for a dreary day off. When her eyes fluttered with sleep, the classical playlist was interrupted by the obnoxious sound of her phone's vibration over the plastic toilet seat. With a scowl she reaches over to snatch her phone, biting her lip as Ivar’s name flashed on the bright screen. Without hesitation, she taps her finger to end the call, sending him straight to voicemail. She had nothing to say to him.

Fuck him.

After 30 seconds, her phone vibrated again. Ivar was fucking persistent.

Again, she ignored the call, and after the 4th call, she angrily slams her finger on the green button, bringing the phone to her ear.

“What do you want?” She spits, shivering now that the water had significantly dropped in temperature. She runs a hand down her gooseflesh covered leg as she awaits his answer, but so far he was silent, only a frustrated breath could be heard on his end, “I detect guilt.” Her words were dripping in pure venom, something he honestly found rather attractive. But now was not the time for that.

“Are you okay?” He asks softly, so unlike him, and somehow, so fucking irritating.

“Peachy,” She replies sarcastically, sinking into the water once again. The bubbles had long disappeared and she was getting cold, “Why do you care?”

“I don’t.” Was the weak scoff. There was an awkward silence after that, which was strange considering she felt she could talk to Ivar endlessly about anything really. That’s the sort of pair they were, or maybe it was her doing all the talking and soul baring while Ivar patiently listened and...kept his own secrets. She sighs, just about ready to hang up until she hears him mutter something.

“I can’t hear you.” She counters, annoyed.

“I didn’t want you to see this,” He clears his throat, “I didn’t want you to see us. Me and Freydis.”

“You did a great fucking job hiding it.”

“Is this really a good time for your sarcasm?”

“Fuck you, Ivar.”

“I’m being serious,” He hisses in frustration, “That was nothing for you to see. I had no idea you were off today.” He sounded irritated, as if it were somehow her fault he got caught. It shouldn’t have mattered if they weren’t anything to begin with. “I don’t even know why I’m explaining myself to you!” He ended his little childish rant with a sigh, the kind of sigh where he needed to run a hand down his face to keep his shit together.

“So then why the fuck did you call me?” She hissed back, and in her annoyance she splashed water from out the tub, the cold droplets sprinkling over Benji. It had the cat screeching for his life before running out of there.

“I don’t even fucking know myself.” She hears him take in another frustrated breath, grumbling something about the complications of women. Asshole. He was the complicated one.

The splashing of water was heard on his end. He must have been having a bath of his own. That was their thing, after a particularly rough day at work, or whenever the actions of their lovemaking called for a bath, they didn’t hesitate to slip in together and enjoy each other again. It was clear she valued those moments more than he did. It all meant nothing to him.

Her traitorous mind conjured up images of how his body must have looked, water droplets running down his glistening chest and chestnut colored hair plastered on his face. Fuck.

“I’m fucking stupid.” She groans, already feeling another wave of tears surging through her. She sniffles, bringing her knees to her naked chest as she stares at the flickering candles surrounding the tub.

“You’re crying,” Ivar says stupidly, his tone unreadable, “Please, don’t cry. I hate it when you cry,” He was speaking gently, as if that would be enough to soothe her, “I told you not to fall in love with me.” He repeats the phrase softly, almost sadly, like the corny lead of some fucking corny romantic comedy that did trash in the cinema.

“Yeah…” She says, fighting to hold back the sob she wanted so badly to release, “Yeah, I know.” And with that, she hung up, tossing her phone aside and sinking deeper into the now freezing water.

Maybe if she stayed in there long enough she’d feel numb.

…

She had stared at her ceiling, the star lit sky projection twinkling down at her, much like they always did when she was a little girl back in her hometown. They always did serve to calm her, making her feel safe and helped her sleep a lot better. They didn't help much this time around.

She stared all night, even after the stars disappeared with the sunrise, thinking about him. She was getting too old for this, crying like a fucking teenage girl.

She barely slept and was desperate for a cup of coffee the moment she rolled out of her cocoon-like bed. Dragging her feet over to the kitchen, she brews a pot of the caffeinated liquid before preparing Benji’s breakfast. The cat slithered between her legs, meowing uncontrollably as he awaited his food.

“Shut up, Benji.” She mutters to him tiredly, placing down his food bowl and giving him a quick pat. She leans against the counter, her eyes following the slow drip of the coffee into the glass pot, wondering how the fuck she’d gotten to this point. Her eyes hurt, swollen from all the crying she did last night, and everything felt hazy and slow.

After last night’s conversation with Ivar, she decided to block him, erasing whatever memories she had of him. Ivar was always a generous man with her, sometimes buying her little things that caught her eye, probably just things to appease her with she realized. She gathered all the items up in a cardboard box she had laying around, leaving it by the door to throw away once she left for work.

Finally, the coffee was done. She poured herself a much needed cup, adding a few drops of her favorite vanilla creamer. Taking a small sip of the hot beverage, she groans in delight as it coats her taste buds, ignoring the burning caused by her impatience.The fusion of bitter and sweet was helping her recharge for the day. She’d need at least 2 more cups if she was going to do these guided tours at the museum today.

There was a knock on her door as soon as she moved to get ready. In her confusion she pauses her morning playlist, turning to look toward her door as if something were about to burst through and devour her whole. It was 7:30 in the morning, an unusual hour to knock on anyone’s door. Her first thought was Ivar, but why would he even bother showing up to her door? He was never awake this early as he got to show up to his office whenever he wanted. Ruling him out, she finally makes her way to the door, peeking through the peephole. No one was there.

She unlocks the door, turning to look towards the left and right of the hall before looking down. She blinks, stunned.

Flowers. A huge bouquet of flowers. Her favorites actually, Gerbera Daisies, all in a soft powdery pink color with bright yellow centers. They were placed in a monstrosity of a vase of white porcelain, painted with stunning blue designs like fine china. Beside it was a small bag with a generic looking orange tabby cat on the front with its paw up. Those were Benji’s favorite treats.

Taking one last look around the hallway she bends down, carefully picking up the vase of flowers and the cat treats, all while pushing Benji back in before he tried to make a run for it. She tosses the treats aside, staring long and hard at the pretty flowers with a scowl. There was a white card clipped within the stems, wet from the vase water. Snatching it, she runs her finger over the parchment-like surface before opening it to see a familiar scrawl in the blackest ink. The water spreads the ink, staining the white card in black streaks like tears. She read the simple message:

I know these are your favorites. You deserve pretty flowers. I’m sorry you felt the need to fall in love.

-Ivar.

Her brows arch and a frown tugs at her lips. She felt her heart drop instantly as her brain finally processed the simple words he’d written. Reading it was enough for her to sense the emptiness of the message. She knew him well enough to know he slept just fine last night. Probably next to that other chick. How could he possibly think that flowers would make it all better?

She quickly rips the card into little pieces, tossing them into her trash can. She lifts the bouquet of daisies from their stems, removing them from the vase and throwing them harshly into the trash with a snarl. She squeezes her eyes shut, the tears already coating her lashes, rolling down her cheeks and onto those stupid flowers. She already broke her promise of no more tears and it wasn’t even 8 am. She bites her lips, glaring down at the daisies as if they were the root of the problem.

“Fuck you, Ivar.”

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Part 2

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darlinvandijk · 4 years

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Okay since i can sing i can just imagine reader and Ruel singing Best Part or something while it rains outside or he finds out that reader can sing when shes just singing to herself thinking that shes alone and freaking out being like "BABE WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME" "OHMYGOD WE CAN DO DUETS NOW" etc and just being obsessed with the fact that his gf can sing as well

So honestly this was written very fast and I kinda just manically typed it up and decided it was the move so I hope y’all enjoy this jumbled mess I made and I added some cute touchy fluff and a little making out because it’s quarantine and why not fuck with y’alls hormones (holy shit I’m adding in this rn before I post it and oh god I think I fucked with my own hormones as I wrote it, I’m dyING) (it’s also like kinda uhm sexual if you didn’t get the hint, NO smut, but definitely sensual towards the end!!!) :) xx

~Secrets & Rainy Days~

I pick up Ruels dirty clothes off the floor, throwing them into the hamper we have in the corner of the room, deciding that today’s rainy day would be dedicated to cleaning. Trust me, I’d rather sleep and watch Netflix all day, but when you live with a walking tornado of a boyfriend, you sometimes just don’t have a choice. We have a system though, since he does all of the cooking and errand running (usually making me go with him because he gets “lonely”), while I just tidy up the apartment once it starts to look a little messy. It’s not like he doesn’t clean at all or leaves his mess everywhere, he just doesn’t know a thing about organizing and loves to leave his dirty socks on our bedroom floor.

As I finish up our bedroom, only having to pick up a few articles of clothing, and fix our bedside tables, I hear him start to strum on his guitar. I instantly get excited, since one of my favorite parts about cleaning days, is that he always sings, giving me my own private concert. I softly smile and grab his hoodie off of our desk chair, taking it outside to him since he’s only in a t-shirt and sweats, knowing he’d sit out on the balcony and play regardless if he gets cold or not. I stop in front of his favorite outdoor sofa, laughing at the way he has an umbrella strategically placed to block the light rain coming down just so he could stay out here.

“Thanks my love, since today is cleaning day, what songs do you want to request? I also opened the other windows so you could still hear me” he softly questions, giving me a boyish grin while grabbing the hoodie from my hands. I ponder over his question before giving him a small shrug, choosing to rush from the doorway and to get under his umbrella, so I could climb up on to his lap. He lets out a laugh, setting his guitar against the chair where it could still be protected from the rain, but give him space to wrap his arms around me.

“Hm I don’t know, surprise me? You already know I love everything you sing” I mumble, pressing my lips lightly against his neck, laughing when he shivers from the contact. I press another kiss to his neck, slowly making my way around the base of his throat, leaving a trail of light pink marks as I go. I get to his favorite spot, a little bit below his ear, and lightly bite down, smirking when he lets out a groan and digs his fingers into my hips. Before I can even try to keep going, my face is pulled away from his neck, his lips instantly smashing upon mine.

I let out a light gasp as he kisses me, my mouth instantly being filled with the taste of cherry chapstick, the chapstick I know he stole from my purse. I grip on to his shoulders, his own hands gripping my hips and pulling me against him, before I start to become restless. My hands move up into his hair, lightly tugging on it as he groans into my mouth, before I swipe my tongue across his bottom lip. He pulls away from me with a chuckle, lips and face flushed red, and a light smirk on his face.

“As much as I love having you on top of me, I already know you’re going to be mad tonight if you don’t get all your organizing done, so let’s postpone this for when you’re done” he laughs out, eyes focused on the pout that forms on my face, knowing I was about to start whining. I open my mouth to complain that I want attention, only to get cut off right before I can even speak since he leans in and gives me another kiss. “Lets make a deal, once you finish up, we can do whatever you want. Sound good baby?” He says with a soft smile, knowing exactly what I was going to ask for.

“Cuddles and kisses?” I ask, resting my hands on both sides of his face, feeling the soft skin move as he presses a kiss against my palm. He gives me a small nod of approval, knowing just exactly how I like to spend our lazy days together, which is with him absolutely showering me in love and attention. “Fine, I guess I’ll go finish what I need to do, buuuut I want a kiss. Just one more” I tell him, giving him a small pout as I run my thumb across his bottom lip. He chuckles at my whining, giving my thumb a kiss, before grasping the side of my face in his hand.

“One more kiss and then you gotta go do whatever it is that you do when organizing” he whispers, his mouth pressing against mine right after. I lean in more, adding more pressure in hopes of distracting him, only for him to pull away with one last peck against my lips. “I know what you’re trying to do, it’s not gonna work this time sweetheart” he laughs, a lazy grin spreading across his face as I roll my eyes, knowing I’ll have to wait till later for him to give me more attention. I climb off of his lap, turning so I can get out from under his umbrella, when his hand flys out and roughly smacks against my ass.

“Rueloff” I screech, jumping from under the umbrella, only to end up standing in the rain, a glare heavily directed at the lanky bitch. His head is thrown back as he laughs, a sound that would usually be music to my ears, now making me want to punch him in the head. “You’re literally so annoying” I grumble out, walking back into our bedroom to change, already feeling to spots where the shirt was sticking to my skin.

“You weren’t saying that like 2 seconds ago when you were basically trying to get me to strip on our balcony” he says trying to get a rise out of me. I let out a scoff, a small smile picking at my lips though, since I could never genuinely be mad at him. I finish putting on one of his sweaters, before making my way to our living room, since that was the room that needed the most fixing up.

I start picking up the random things we leave laying around, when I hear him start to play on his guitar again, waiting to see just what song he picked out to surprise me with this time. He starts strumming the beginning chords of self control by frank, before his voice starts to drift throughout the room, a smile of pure adoration on my face as I hear the voice I love more than anything. I finish picking up all of the things left out, rearranging pillows and blankets on the couches, before deciding it’s time to do my least favorite thing. Dusting. Some might ask why I hate having to dust things off, well let me tell you why. Whenever I dust things off, it always somehow manages to just get the perfect amount of dust particles in the air, making me sneeze like crazy every time. Usually to the point where Ruel has to stop singing because he’s laughing so hard. Laughing so hard at my pain, because he’s a terrible person like that. Such a sadist honestly.

I get out the duster, completely filled with dread, only to end up filled to the brim with excitement as I hear the new song he decided to play. My heart beating out of my chest with love as he sings the song he dedicated to me, saying it almost perfectly described the love he felt for me, but not quite since no words could ever fully describe it. The sounds of him singing, with the light rain mixed in, causing me to feel nothing but pure bliss.

“You're my sunshine in the rain when it's pouring, won't you give yourself to me” I softly sing, creating a harmony only I could hear with both of our voices, lightly dusting off the tv stand that was starting to form a layer of dust. I move around the living room, singing to myself, while surprisingly not sneezing from the dust flying up into the air. Also surprisingly not hearing the guitar stop and light footsteps heading into the living room. “I just wanna see, I just wanna see how beautiful you are, you know that I see it, I know you're a star” I sing, a smile on my face as I dance and dust around our living room, completely in my own little world as the lyrics blissfully spill from my lips. Not noticing the love of my life, also in complete bliss as I sing our song, the song that has now become even more important to him. He finally decides that he can’t stay silent anymore and instantly tackles me on to our couch, absolutely smothering me in kisses.

“Baby!! You never told me you could sing, like holy shit this changes so many things” he all but screams out, his eyes almost glowing with affection as he stares down at my horrified face, which is burning in complete embarrassment as I realize he heard me singing. “Fuck I already know we have to do a duet with this but now I need to figure out all the other duets we can do” he mutters, completely ignoring me underneath him, and getting lost in all the ideas forming in his head at a rapid pace.

“Oh my god no, Ruel I literally barely sing. That wasn’t anything special” I groan out, face completely buried in his neck, not wanting him to see how red I was turning from all of his praise and attention. He roughly pulls back and stares at me in shock, acting like I just told him I ate Wilbur for breakfast. “Stop looking at me like that” I whine out, knowing he’s going to make this a huge deal, since he’s always been a bit more on the dramatic side.

“Are you kidding me? You were insane, like literally fucking legendary” he cries out, the giant grin on his face still there, and not leaving any time soon. I reach my hand up and cover my face, trying to not get even more flustered than I already was, if that’s even possible. “I’m being serious baby, you know I wouldn’t try and get you to sing with me for the fans if I didn’t think you were going to do great. You’d honestly be better than me, don’t underestimate yourself” he softly says, pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose as he finally takes in how apprehensive I am about this.

“Can we talk about this later? I’m still very mortified that this even happened and just want cuddles now” I mumble, looking up into his eyes as he stares down at me with a cute smile on his face. He nods his head before leaning down, pressing his lips against mine in a soft but love filled kiss, before he gets up and extends his hand to me. I grab his hand and get off of the couch, only to get thrown over his shoulder as he jogs to our room. I let out a shriek as he tosses me on the bed, jumping on top of me meee seconds later, before he smashes his lips on mine in a rushed manner, leaving me completely dazed.

“God I’m so fucking in love with you” he mumbles against my lips, his hands traveling all over me as he picks up the pace of our kiss, grabbing one of my legs to wrap around his waist. I let out a soft gasp as his lips travel down my neck, leaving little marks all over as he mutters how much he loves me in between kisses, my back arching up into him on instinct from his touch. “So fucking in love with you” he groans out, leaning up to press our lips together, his hands finding mine and interlocking them above my head, before I pull away completely out of breath.

“If I would have known you’d react to me singing like this, I would have sang for you a lot sooner” I gasp out, my chest heaving up and down as I try to steady my breathing, Ruels breathing just as staggered as mine. He leans in and gives me a slow kiss, completely taking my breath away again, before pulling back with my bottom lip between his teeth, letting it fall back into place slowly with a smirk on his face. “Maybe this singing thing isn’t gonna be as bad as I thought” I mutter, eyes locked on his mouth as his tongue swipes out along his bottom lip. He lets out a quiet laugh, watching the way my eyes seems to twinkle as I stare at him, his mind completely and utterly focused on me.

“Oh trust me, you’ll be singing alright”

#one ruel #ruel #ruel van dijk #ruelvincentvandijk #ruel imagine #ruel imagines #ruel one shot #free time ep #imagines #one shot #x reader #imagine #ruel fanfic

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the-cookie-of-doom · 3 years

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Good morning! Whats your favorite show/movie? Who are your favorite characters? Why do you like them so much? Also!! Did you have a good sleep?

Okay so I was a film major for a while, and I have opinions.

Penny Dreadful

I love this show. Like, so much. I adore it. I can not get enough of that show. Just all of the imagery, and the fantastic writing and acting. The episode intro alone is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. Eva Green is a goddess and I love everything she’s been in. The take on classic horror stories is So Good, and it actually became the inspiration for my Gay Frankenstein story! (Started as a stitch AU, and then went completely OC after I had Ideas) but the show itself is so intimate? I think it’s largely that the period they’re in, everything was so repressed and restricted. So when the characters break out of those moments, it’s more meaningful. And the love-hate relationship between Ms. Ives and Malcolm in season one? Exquisite. I could literally write essay’s about this show, but I’ll restrain myself and just say: it’s the best ensemble show I’ve ever seen. The characters come together, but they also each have their own distinct lives that sometimes intersect, but in s2 especially, are quite separate. They are constant with one another like ensemble shows usually portray. Also gothic horror and romance? My absolute favorite.

Anything by Guillermo del Toro

This man Owns My Entire Soul. I’m not even joking, everything he writes and directs is perfection. Crimson Peak is probably my favorite (I have a stitch AU for this too ;) ) because again, Gothic horror and romance. I’m a slut for that shit. Also Tom Hiddleston and Jessica Chastain? Delightful casting. I think it’s obvious by now that I love tragic relationships, so their dynamic is *chef’s kiss* amazing. they’re so damaged. And this quote right here is one of the BEST things I’ve ever read:

“But the horror... The horror was for love. The things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret. This love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out. It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all.”

Engrave that on my headstone, please?? I’ve got a sort-of Dorian Gray AU (it’s delightful) that’s basically built on this entire premise. Mitch makes the mistake of falling in love with Stiles, and does many terrible things because of it. Mostly to himself, at least.

I think my love of Crimson Peak is very closely tied with The Shape of Water. another beautiful movie, I could wax poetic about this forever. it was beautifully written, and such an artistic movie. I love the way it was filmed, and the set design, and all of the subtle imagery. Such as Elisa’s apartment being cast in cooler tones, it always felt very damp and had evidence of water damage, compared to Giles’, a mirror image of her own, in more warm tones. This is another one I could (and have) write essays about. There is so much packed into this movie, from the themes on toxic masculinity and entitlement, to the conversation on queerness and race and disability, and how all the various relationships are portrayed. Like. there is so much to pick apart in this movie.

Aside from that, ofc Hell Boy deserves an honorable mention because i grew up on those movies. I’m pretty sure the Golden Army especially is responsible for who I am today, given all the lore on the fae in that universe. Wow, that explains so much about me... Also one of my first WoW characters was an elf named Nuala xD I still have her, too, and it’s been like 12 years lol

Near-Future Sci-Fi

Sci-fi is one of my favorite genres, I am a huge nerd for theoretical and astrophysics. But my favorite kind of sci-fi is the stuff that still takes place on Earth, rather than epic battles in space. Ex Machina and Annihilation are at the top of that list. Alex Garland is another writer/director that I love. He has the same kind of approach as del Toro, where he puts a lot of fine details into his work. And I love that it’s very cerebral; there are so many layers to Ex Machina. My English 101 prof actually refused to analyze it in class when I suggested it to him, because he didn’t think my class could. Basically handle? Dissecting that movie? Because a lot of it comes across as very surface level, but in some cases when you look deeper, it’s actually suggesting the opposite of what you might think at first glance. (And he was right, my fellow students were awful. I miss that class though, it was one of my favorites T_T Mr. Ryder was an awesome dude and super chill.)

Morgan is another good example. As you can see, I fucking love androids lol. Which brings me to another of my all time favorite movies: Cloud Atlas. I could literally watch this movie endlessly, I love it so much. The acting, the writing, the filming, all of it is top notch. And one thing they did in the movie that didn’t come across in the book, was reusing the same actors through the different eras in the book. That was just so neat, because it really encapsulates how connected these souls are, as we follow the threads of their story throughout time. If you haven’t seen the movie, I can’t recommend it enough.

Another one I always think of alongside Cloud Atlas, even though they aren’t related at all, is Predestination. It’s a great movie that explores the idea of fate and free will in a really clever way, utilizes time travel in a very organized way that I think was neat (think Umbrella Academy. They even use briefcases! As you can see, I love sci-fi bureaucracy, it’s fun. In fact The Bureau is another movie I enjoyed) and the main character is actually, explicitly trans, which was cool. You basically get to see the entire story of their life, and I don’t want to spoil anything, but it’s just. So good. Mindfuckery galore.

Shoot, and I almost forgot! Arrival! That is one of the best movies, and another one I could watch nonstop. It focuses on mathematics and linguistics and I swear to god, I almost altered my entire college course because of this movie. Amy Addams is brilliant, Jeremy Renner is so soft and nerdy, and again, it has an amazing take on time travel. I am very particular about how time is handled in Sci-fi, and this portrayal was one of my favorite. (Most of my physics studies have been dedicated to the theory of time, so like. Strong Opinions.)

Fantasy

Stardust! It wasn’t until Good Omens can out that I realized Neil Gaiman is responsible for most of the stories I loved as a kid lol, and I had no idea he wrote stardust! But that is such a beautiful movie (I have a Stardust AU lol) and it’s definitely one of my comfort movies. Captain Shakespeare is one of the best characters ever, bless Robert de Niro. I would die for him. Fun fact, i had no idea Ipswitch was a real place until like. 2019. I 100% thought it was made up for the movie 😂

Alongside Stardust, I’ve always loved The Golden Compass. It’s fantasy, but also with that old-timey steampunk science feel, which is so fun and surprisingly difficult to find!

Mortal Engines also has the same kind of feel, and it was such an epic movie in every sense of the word. I’m a little sad that after all the work that went into it, it didn’t get a dedicated following or fan base, because I feel there’s so much potential in it. But at the same time, fandom tends to gather around media that has plenty of flaws for us to repair with gold, and there wasn’t much room for that in Mortal Engines.

I’m going to put Jupiter Ascending here even though it technically fits with the sci-fi, because that section is long as fuck and also this movie has such a fantastic feel. Mila Kunis? beautiful. The CGI? beautiful. Eddy Redmayne? One of the best villain portrayals i’ve ever seen. The whole oedipal vibe he had was immaculate, as was their portrayal of reincarnation, and just. The world building. GOD. I get so weak for through world building. Also the fkn intergalactic bureaucracy when they’re basically at the space DMV? One of my all time favorite scenes in movie history.

Horror

I have very little room in my life for horror. As I said, I have strong movie opinions, especially when it comes to horror movies. I don’t like how most of them rely on cheap jump scares and overused gore and gratuitous rape scenes, instead of, y'know, actual good writing.

Which is EXACTLY why I adore It: Chapter 1 & 2. It has none of those things, but still manages to be so terrifying. They are my favorite horror movies, and I’m saying this as someone who has genuine childhood trauma bc of the novel. Like. I couldn’t shower/take baths alone until I was almost 10 T_T When I was 6-7 and saw kids play by storm drains, I would run over screaming about how Pennywise was going to get them. Like, I had issues man. I was terrified to see the first one, and wouldn’t go until I could go with my best friend after she had already seen it, so she could warn me when something scary was about to happen 😂

And, one of my favorite aspects of the movie, and the thing that gave me Mad Respect for Any Muschietti? The way he filmed Bev and her father. They have a character who is literally being molested, but they never once have to show it. And yet their interactions are still so viscerally upsetting to watch. Sexploitation puts me off of most horror, and the fact that Muschietti doesn’t use it here, even when it would be actually somewhat justified? *chef’s kiss*. I love him.

I love horror as a concept, I’m just really picky about it because I expect the writing to be good. I don’t like short cuts. But in a lot of cases, even if I don’t enjoy the movie itself, I love to watch analysis videos on youtube! I love to see the philosophy and symbolism in different horror movies, even if i don’t like to watch the movies themselves. It’s a fun hobby.

Misc.

Then in general, some other stuff I love in no particular order:

The Internship (Bless Dylan, Stuart is such a bitch and I love him)

American Assassin (ofc. The writing itself is eh, but Mitch is my man)

Dylan’s episode of Weird City. (I actually have a lot of feelings about this one. Jordan Peele is another amazing writer/director, I really need to catch up on his works.)

Dorian Gray (*chef’s kiss*)

Rogue One (Makes me cry every time)

WARCRAFT (Obviously this is a fav. It made me so happy, words cannot express.)

Coraline and most other stop motion animation. I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart for that.

Literally anything associated with Tim Burton. Fun fact, when I was 12 and in middle school, I planned to decorate my future house inspired by tim burton. Like, i had Plans.

Most adaptations of Alice in Wonderland!

So! this got long as fuck! But you said you like that kind of thing lol 😂 I had kinda Eh sleep since I was up so late lmao, and I kept waking up (as usual, rip). And I’m so mad I go up for nothing! The dude I was supposed to show my listing to never showed, and is refusing to answer my calls >_> It’s been 2 hours now, and I still haven’t heard from him. But whatever, I already have a full price cash offer on the house so who cares. And that means I can play WoW all day, now!

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fic writer tag.

i was tagged by @/literally no one, i just like filling in these tag games instead of writing my wips. 🥰

1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?

harry potter, marvel, the umbrella academy, 5sos.

2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?

ateez, will be expanding that list soon though.

3. how long have you been writing?

basically since i developed the ability to spell, but started writing fan-fiction when i was way too young to be doing so, like most of us. i stopped for around a year or so before starting up again in march, when i opened this account.

4. on which platforms do you post your stories?

only tumblr. if you see my stories anywhere else, they've been plagiarized and i would really appreciate being informed about it.

5. what is your favorite genre to write?

i hate this kind of question because it feels so open-ended but ig angst. useful angst though, not just sad shit happening for the sake of putting the characters and the reader through the pain.

6. are you a pantser or a planner?

a very chaotic combination of both. i write out a bullet form of every scene for a fic and then just randomly add details as i write. shorter fics tend to just be spur of the moment word vomit.

7. one-shot or multi-chapter?

both, even thought right now i've only posted one-shots so far. a multi-chapter fic is in the works though.

8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?

every story requires a different word-count to be correct. sometimes, you can say more with 100 words about a character than you could with 10k words.

9. what is your longest published story?

a touch of frost, but i'm pretty sure siren will overpass it in word count.

10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?

overdrive. fuck i'm in love with that fic and so unashamed to admit that. wrote the second half of it the day it was set to be posted and it was the most chaotic yet enjoyable 9 hours of my life.

11. favorite request you’ve written and why?

i've not done many requests, because i'm terrible at fulfilling them but it's a tie between my wooyoung greek mythology au drabble, yeosang apocalypse au drabble or my mingi ghost au drabble.

12. are there reoccurring themes in your stories?

i have this incessant need to make half my characters mentally ill and i refuse to accept that it's just self-reflection. i also enjoy having realistic obstacles and troubles for my characters. not everything has to be life or death for it to be a valid concern in someone's life.

13. current number of wips?

i hope you all know i'm about to break out in a nervous sweat as i admit this but,, 26.

14. three things you have noticed about your writing?

1) i tend to repeatedly use the word "and" instead of just adding a damn comma.

2) i'm awful at describing surrounding scenes, and perfectly okay with that. personally, when i read, i'm far more interested in the characters and how they feel rather than reading paragraph after paragraph about the different architectural descriptions for the actual setting that do nothing but bore me and steal my focus away from the actual story at hand. this isn't shade, by the way, just me sharing a preference.

3) everyone buckle up, i'm about to actually praise something about myself. shocking, i know. but i feel like i'm good at making everything in a story count, even if it takes some time to make sense. dialogue, details, different facts about the characters, pretty much everything that i share is there for a reason and drives the story towards where i want it to go.

15. a quote you like from a published story?

"no one warns you about how lonely being an adult is.“

16. a quote from an unpublished story?

"we let you on board our ship, let you move into our home. we trusted you. i trusted you. and all you've done is lie to us. (...) get out of my sight.”

17. space for you to say something to your readers~~

how does it feel to be the sexiest, biggest brained bitches out there? no but fr, i have such an unhealthy amount of appreciation towards all of you. you've all been nothing but kind and encouraging since the start and have really given me a place where, even if i sometimes doubt its value, i feel comfortable enough to post my writing and feel welcome enough to share my dumb ass shit posts. i hope you know i see every like, every reblog, every comment left in tags, every ask or mention sent my way and i couldn't be more thankful for having met/interacted with you all. i promise to do my best to repay you all with chaotic fics fueled by my own existential crisis and dread.

as for tagging, i'm not tagging anyone because i really just think you guys should answer this tag game if you feel like it. ain't no shame in wanting to entertain yourself for a few minutes.

#hyde master of attention seeking #we need to normalise filling in these things because you /want/ to rather than hoping someone will tag you to do it #screw waiting i'm impatient and trying to procrastinate #hyde.games

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RWBY Volume 8 Chapter 5 Review/Remix

PAIN! PAIN! EVERYTHING IS PAIN AND SADNESS AND FEAR AND AAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!!!!!

*Ahem...* So this was a great chapter, let’s talk about it.

We start on a lovely view of Amity floating over the mines with the purple lightning of Salem’s storm in the background. Pietro is near the top of the tower doing some wire repairs when he gets a beep on the comms from Penny. She expresses her dislike for their current plan, but Pietro explains that even if it’s not an outright good idea it’s the best one they have right now. Turns out that plan is setting a series of bombs inside the mine and blowing up all the volatile Dust. With what repairs and renovations they’ve gotten done up to this point they will be able to broadcast the pre-recorded message and keep Amity in orbit, but getting it launched up there is gonna be the problem. The solution is apparently setting off a massive chain reaction of explosions beneath them and using that as extra thrust for the launch. Maria is piloting a construction mech to help carry heavy components, so that’s a cool way for her to be helpful, and she’s the one who reveals the plan to use the Dust for thrust. Pietro finishes laying out the plan: once in the proper atmospheric height they’ll stabilize their orbit and send out the message for the whole world. Turns out the big contraption Maria was carrying is the terminal from which the good doctor will be making this all happen. Once the message is done, they’ll fly Amity away from all the chaos in Atlas. Penny is unsure if they will actually receive the aid they are asking for, and again expresses her desire to stay behind and provide her impressive might to the fight. Pietro puts his foot down, metaphorically of course since he’s in his walking chair, and insists that she stay with him and Maria on board the tower. It’s notable that when Penny agrees to this with a great deal of sadness she calls him sir instead of Dad. It’s a professional order, not a kind request, and she treats it as such. Maria is finally the one to point out that Penny has had a lot of people telling her what she has to do and not a lot of chances to do what she actually wants or feels she should do. Pietro seems to ignore that and just asks that they prepare for the launch. Penny zooms out of the tunnel entrance to the mine and flies up to the tower. We next see her sitting off on the edge of the platform while Pietro does the set up work, before he gets her attention and tells her they’re ready to send the permission request through. The moment of truth, the reason RNBW and May snuck into Atlas HQ with her and what Nora got so badly hurt working towards. Penny gets the request instead of Ironwood, just like they planned, and greenlights it. Success, at least so far. The thrusters fire up, and the bombs are set to detonate in 30 seconds. Better hang on to something...

But before even this can go quite right, a fireball bursts up through the arena and gets their attention. Penny flies to the edge to see what’s going on, and sees a sizable hole burned in the floor. Through it rises Cinder, standing atop the airship still being flown by Neo. They’re not going anywhere that easily. Penny knows she has to fight, to stop that madwoman before any more destruction befalls the tower or her father. But of course Pietro doesn’t want her getting involved at all, he’s so afraid of what could happen to her. Heroic duty calls though, and she swoops down to confront Cinder, Maiden vs Maiden. It’s of course at that moment that the bombs go off and a very visually pleasing explosion of many colors goes off beneath the tower as its own thrusters roar to life and indeed get that boost up up and away. Cinder is better prepared to handle the jolt since she’s standing on firm ground while the floor comes rising to meet the floating Penny and knock her off her guard. Bad start already. Ironwood gets an alert in his war room about the tower launching, and doesn’t seem shocked about it at all. In fact, he’s ready for it with a next step of his own. That’s also a very bad sign. Cinder taunts Penny, saying she wishes Team RWBY were here but she’ll settle for the tool they sent to do this job for them. Penny tries to refute that in favor of her own autonomy, but Cinder is too busy summoning fiery glass blades to listen. Once the thrusters stop and target altitude seems to be achieved, Cinder launches into action by shooting all her blades at Penny, who has to dodge backwards and parry them way with her own spinning array. But its a few more than she can quite take. Luckily, Maria jumps in the way and tanks the hits. She charges at Cinder and does her best Ripley from Aliens, but Neo crashes the ship into her before she can finish the line “Get away from her, you bitch!” Convenient censorship. While Penny gets Cinder’s attention and starts flying around, Maria struggles against the ship trying to push her down. She tilts it so it slams into the ground instead, but Neo slaps the very convenient reverse thrusters screen and staggers Maria by pulling out of the grip. She’s lost sight of the ship, and with Emerald seen on the sidelines it’s not hard to guess why. Suddenly the ship appears out of nowhere and mows her down into the wall of the arena. Neo lands her ship and hops out, Maria isn’t so lucky. She pops off the top to the cockpit and is greeted by a smug Neo. Emerald yells for her fellow illusion master to get going and presumably follow Cinder’s fight, but Neo wants to stay and play with the old lady. Maria is aware enough to ask what Neo wants if not to go help her cohort, and Neo explains through disguise. She wants Ruby. “Ruby” tosses Maria out of the mech, but surprisingly the old girl lands on her feet with a grin. While all the fighting is going on, Pietro rushes back to check on their status and thankfully sees they’re still at transmission altitude. He powers on the stabilizers, but therein lies a dire problem. When Cinder burned her way inside she made the hole right next to a stabilizer, and now its been damaged to the point it can’t function. They’re be dropping out of broadcast range in 3 minutes, and Pietro immediately gets to work trying to find a solution.

Penny and Cinder continue to fly around the outside perimeter of the arena as Cinder tries to take Penny down. Penny dodges the hits the best she can, but what attacks she doesn’t receive is damaging the tower instead. Cinder has the nerve, the nerve I say as one of many who loved Pyrrha, to make a bow again after all these seasons and starts shooting arrows at Penny. She avoids those too, but it causes rumbling trouble for Pietro. To avoid that kind of collateral, Penny flies into the open skies and Cinder follows, shooting fireballs and going as fast as she can to catch up. But then she realizes she’s being lead on and instead turns around to go back and start wrecking the tower before Penny can catch up and stop her. Back in the arena, Maria is having the time of her life. She’s dodging and blocking just about everything Neo throws at her, and when the girl does hook her can on her umbrella and tosses her in the air, the devilish missy just turns her cane into the short scythe it hasn’t been for years and pulls herself back in to kick Neo in the face. Guess she’s still got a little of that Grimm Reaper spirit in her after all~ Neo continues to fail at beating the fiery granny, and ends up knocked to the floor. I would guess Maria’s Preflexes helped out here, but I really hope she continues to live long enough to give Ruby some pointers on how to fight this mute minx. Pietro is doing his best to work the computer, but that becomes more difficult when Cinder flies in and starts torching the steel beams keeping this platform hanging where it is. Penny comes to stop Cinder, much to her apparent delight, and tries to appeal to her better nature by saying she doesn’t have to work for Salem. The Fall Maiden is still very deluded as to her place in the world, and thinks she isn’t serving anyone when really terror and the cycle of abuse has her wrapped around Salem’s finger tighter than that spider ring she wears. Cinder insults Penny’s ability to act for herself yet again by saying she was built to only serve others. It takes her a moment to come up with a rebuttal, but Penny says she choses to fight for this side, because it’s in service of the people who care about her. The beams are at their breaking point, so Penny anchors her swords into the floor of the platform and pulls on the strings to try and keep it all staying up. She uses her powers to freeze the melting steel on either side of her, but that takes both her arms and leaves her open to attack. And attack Cinder does, locking her legs around Penny and trying to grab her face with her Grimm hand. Penny, naturally, screams in fear and loses concentration. She does go back to freezing one of the beams that needs more ice, but that leaves her with only one arm to hold back Cinder’s nightmare grab. Cinder thinks fast and uses her own Semblance to heat Penny’s hand to the point she has to pull away, and that gives her the chance she needs. Stifling her screams like a facehugger, Cinder starts sucking out Penny’s Maiden powers as the two flail through the air. Amazingly, through all this the swords are still jabbed into the floor, even as they fly below it and hang like bungie jumpers. Penny thinks fast and does something new with her powers, or at least new for her, by summoning ice spears to jab into Cinder and try and shove her as far away as possibly. The Grimm arm hangs fast, but eventually the two are separated when Penny hits her with her rocket boots.

Emerald watches in dread as Cinder is pinned to a wall by her cape on one of those spears, while the momentum of the separation sends Penny falling to the arena floor. This distracts Maria long enough for Neo to kick her to the floor, while Cinder frees herself and smirks in Emerald’s direction. Before Neo can finish Maria off, she’s blasted with a laser beam and slams into the side of the airship. Bye bye Aura, and so bye bye Neo for the rest of the fight. Penny is back on her feet, and rises to face Cinder again. The sleazy bitch has the audacity to summon a spear, when we know damn well Pyrrha used a spear AND that Cinder last used one to stab Weiss back in Volume 5. But there are suddenly a dozen Cinders surrounding Penny thanks to the aid of Emerald’s Semblance, not that Penny seems especially phased. She just summons a thundercloud to power her up with electricity and uses her sensors to scan for which one has a heat signature. She finds the right one and ANNIHILATES her with a laser beam. Emerald is none too happy to see her mentor get blasted into a wall, while I replayed the sound of Cinder screaming a dozen times just while writing this review. Get wrecked, scrub~ Penny comes to finish the last of the trio, but she sees the poor girl is utterly distraught at the site of her fallen leader and willing to let herself be taken down if it means filling the terminal with bullet holes as she goes. With some amount of pity and mercy I don’t know if I could muster in her situation, Penny lets Em leave with the battered body of her sadly still breathing boss. Neo is none to happy to have gotten her ass kicked by an octogenarian and now be told to drive, goddamn you. Meanwhile Pietro is very relieved to see Penny and Maria are both okay, but sadly they have fallen out of the necessary orbit and their transmission window is gone. They’re drifting and likely going to crash north of... well we don’t hear where exactly because a loud thud distracts them. The place really is coming apart around them. But Penny believes she can fix this. She can use her own thrusters and strength to push Amity back up as high as they need to be, if only for just long enough to broadcast the message. It’s only a couple minutes long, she’s sure she can handle that. But again Pietro says no, citing her current level of damage and risk factors like the cold. It’s their only option though, their one chance to make all of this hard work mean something in terms of the big picture. Papa Polendina says to hell with the big picture, he wants to keep the things safe he would put in a wallet sized picture. His daughter, dammit, what about his daughter?! He’s already lost her once, no way he’ll risk that again. He wants to see her live her life. But what sort of a life will it be if he keeps her from living it to the fullest and doing what only she can to make a difference? She’s trying to live her life, he needs to trust her and let her do that. With a quiet nod, he knows she is right, and she flies off to get to work. Not before taking a long look at the beautiful night sky though, possibly the last she’ll get for a while... She starts pushing, using rocket thrusters and Maiden magic alike to put all her might into it. And it works, they get back up as high as they need to be. Pietro just slams his fist on a button and suddenly every TV screen in Remnant is taken over with a single broadcast.

Ruby Rose, 17 year old Huntress, addresses the people of Remnant.

And she tells them all that Atlas is under attack, not from a neighboring Kingdom or some new enemy but from the oldest and darkest force there is. Ruby tells everyone that Salem exists, that she controls the Grimm, that she orchestrated the Fall of Beacon and the attack on Haven, that her agents hacked the Atlas drones and manipulated the actions of the White Fang into aiding her goals, and that she is indeed immortal. In addition to the worried evacuated people in the crater and Whitley holed up in Jacques’ study, we see so many old and familiar faces take the news with varying levels of shock and confusion. Saphron and Terra back in Argus with Adrian, Neptune and Sun in the deserts of Vacuo, Ilia on a rooftop in what might be Menagerie but could still be Mistral, and even dear Glynda Goodwitch in the Shopkeep’s Dust shop back in Vale... I would like to say that I was so happy to see all these faces and to know some of them are where they are, doing what they’re doing. Seeing the SN boys made me realize we’ll be seeing them and Team CFVY when RWBY finally go to Vacuo, and I’m excited for that reunion. Ilia gets a call from Ghira almost as soon as Ruby’s message mentions the White Fang had been manipulated by Salem, so clearly that’s going to be a deep conversation I want to hear. Glynda is shown at the same time that Ruby says she and Vacuo’s Headmaster Theodore know about Salem and can probably help organize a way to fight back, and it was so nice to finally see her in the Maya engine. No voice yet, but looking better than ever~ Ruby does deliver the rough news though, saying Ironwood can’t be trusted anymore. He’s watching the broadcast with the Ace Ops, and this callout pisses Harriet off so she turns it off. He turns away from the screen to address Watts, who is fiddling with the inner wirings of Penny’s commandeered sword. He explains how they’ll be able to assume control over her by hijacking a single blade and the rest will follow, and has the flair to replace the computer chip with Penny’s emblem with one that has his own stylized W on it. Theatrical even in this... Speaking of villains taking this broadcast well, Salem pets Tyrian’s head as he plays it on his Scroll and listens with a smile to Ruby talk about how the other kingdoms will have time to prepare now. Guess she wants them to put up a good fight, prove that even then she is smarter and stronger... We shift again to see Nora covered in bandages and lying in what I assume might be Weiss’ bed while RWB sit together on the floor and watch Ruby’s impressively inspiring speech. Not one to leave the world without hope, Ruby tells everyone that immortal does not mean unstoppable, if it did Salem wouldn’t have hid herself and bided her time so long. She can be beaten, if we all work together and trust each other. Just as she’s at her most inspiring, Watts replaces the chip and something starts going wrong in Penny. She starts writhing in pain, fighting with herself to stay and keep the tower floating or go to the Vault. Her eyes flicker and flash red to green and back, and she has no idea what’s wrong with her much to Pietro’s confusion. The loss of concentration was enough to make a difference, and the message stops before Ruby can get her final triumphant word. 99.99% of a speech is still a good damn speech, but the premature cut is more than our last cameo can take. Taiyang cries at home, desperate for one more moment to see his baby girl again and hear her voice. Thank goodness he’s got Zwei to comfort him.

Speaking of struggling fathers, Pietro begs Penny to come back inside now that her job is done, but she can’t get ahold of herself. With more human fear and pain than I hear in most great cinema, this young “machine” finds her own mind again long enough to whimper “Dad...” before shutting down and falling to the ground below. Burning up on reentry like a shooting star of fading life and inner turmoil. Pietro tries to get her to say something else, anything else, and as she’s engulfed in heat she tells him “I love you”. He falls into a coughing fit that becomes weeping.

Back to the room of smug Atlas assholes who I’d rather be seeing burn in a fire, Harriet reports on global communication going back down while Ironwood is none too happy with the fact that he still doesn’t have control over Penny despite Watt’s work. Watts argues she’s probably rebooting, and the tower not working anymore could be a result of Pietro being a shoddy craftsman after all. Clearly, the twat is still bitter his science project wasn’t picked all those years ago and he’ll take any chance to bully the nerd whose project was... Ironwood throws his Scroll at the smirking fucker, and he knocks it away to land broken on the desk. Ironwood sends out the Ace Ops and a fresh out of bed Winter to go find Penny and bring her to him or to the Vault, whichever come first. Winter clearly has a problem with seeing Watts here aiding her boss, but this isn’t the work environment to let you take up such concerns with HR. While everyone’s attention is on getting their orders, including Harriet being the one tasked with taking Watts back to his cell, the mustached ass swipes the broken Scroll while he packs up his tool kit. Clearly he’s gonna use that to break out, and I’m mad as hell no one searched him before leaving the room.

Back in the tundra, Jaune Yang and Ren rush out onto the ice to look at something Jaune saw in the distance. What they find is the honest to gods River Styx, flowing from somewhere below Monstra through the icy wastelands and directly into Mantle. A river filled with Grimm. As is things couldn’t go any worse this episode...

Ah, but don’t worry, it really goes to hell next week! Stay tuned for that dream come true turned waking nightmare!

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