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babyboibucky · 3 years

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Project V

Pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You ask Bucky a favor of a lifetime.

Word Count: 4,233

Warnings: SMUT hehehe

A/N: This was supposed to be short but I enjoyed writing their banter wayyyy too much. And oh, this isn’t a friend to lovers trope lol and I have no plans for a second part to this. It is what is is for these two ;)

Edit: Will be doing ficlets for this AU every once in a while! Check out the first one linked below!

Project V Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

“You want me to what?”

Your best friend, Bucky choked on his own spit upon hearing your question. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he stared at you in disbelief, you didn’t even know his eyes could get that big.

The sun was high up in the sky, it was barely noon and the two of you were simply walking into the campus when you asked him such favor. Bucky almost wondered whether you were drunk to even think of that.

“You want me to what?” Bucky repeated when you didn’t say anything, his elbow nudging your side as the two of you continued to walk along the pavement.

Letting out a sigh, you shrugged and repeated your favor with utter nonchalance.

“I want you to take my v-card. You know, my virginity?” You said, annoyed that he couldn’t seem to comprehend your simple request.

Bucky stopped in his tracks and tugged your shirt, pulling you back when you didn’t stop walking. His face was the epitome of confusion with his forehead creased, brows furrowed and lips open agape.

“Is there no other way for you to say that without making me cringe?” He asked.

Rolling your eyes, you groaned. “What did you want me to say? ‘Bucky, deflower me with your magic stick’?” You said sarcastically.

Bucky gagged at your words and shuddered. “But why? Why the fuck would you even consider that?” He asked. He simply couldn’t understand why.

You continued walking ahead and slowed down your pace until Bucky decided to catch up. “We’re graduating from college in less than a year and I’ve heard you boast about your bedroom skills. I don’t wanna leave college without getting fucked, Bucky. And since I’m still single and probably will be for the next few months, I put two and two and voila!”

Bucky snickered, “You gotta be kidding me.” He said.

“Why? Scared that I might find out that your dick ain’t working well?” You teased, narrowing your eyes at Bucky.

He snorted, “Umm excuse me, this dick is the best dick that you’ll ever have. I just don’t want to ruin other guys for you.” He boasted, shrugging his shoulders.

“Then do me the favor.” You said, as a matter-of-factly.

Bucky turned to you with a smirk, the kind that made any girl on the receiving end, bend down on their knees for him. You were going to admit it, that look made your insides churn. In a good way.

“Oh, I’ll do you alright. When do you want it to happen?” He finally asked.

You stopped walking again and fist pumped in victory. “Friday night. At your dorm. And please, don’t make it weird with romantic gestures. I just wanna get fucked real good.”

“Well, if that’s the case then it’s a deal. Let’s shake on it to make it official.” Bucky said.

The two of you did your signature high-five to seal the deal.

You knocked on Bucky’s room and let out a sigh when it took him quite a while to open it. Although it was going to be your first time, you weren’t really nervous about it. Besides, you trusted Bucky and if there’s any guy you won’t regret having sex with, it would be him.

There were a few noises from inside that made you roll your eyes. The door finally opened, revealing a flustered Bucky with an awkward smile plastered on his face.

“The fuck took you so long?” You huffed out and stepped inside, surprised at how neat his dorm looked like.

His roommate Steve had always been organized but seeing Bucky’s side of the room all neat? It was a sigh to behold. You looked at your best friend with a stoic look, “Why’d you clean?”

Bucky closed the door and locked it, running his fingers through his hair as he shrugged. “I just wanted to.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Fine, I cleaned. I didn’t want you to think I’m disgusting.” he reasoned out.

You stared at him pointedly, “I don’t care about that shit, I’m just here to get fucked. Besides, I’m used to your mess. I said don’t make it weird, jesus.”

Bucky groaned, “You asking me to fuck you is weird in its entirety. How can I not make things weird?!” He complained.

You sat on his bed and unzipped your jacket, revealing a bottle of tequila hidden beneath. “This is how we make things not weird.”

Two shots later and Bucky was finally loosening up to the idea of being the one to take your virginity. He prepared for this to be honest, forced asked Steve to stay over at Peggy’s for the weekend and worked out immediately right after formalizing the deal.

“Do we have rules?” He asked.

“We’ll stay best friends after this. No weird feelings or whatever.” You told him to which he nodded in agreement.

“And just please do your best to make my first time good.” You whined.

Bucky craned his neck and stretched out his arms, “Alright, okay. I got this.” He said. “You ready?” He asked you.

You inhaled and let out a long breath, “Yeah, okay let’s do this.”

Bucky started by leaning in, placing a hand on your neck as he did so. You were ready for a kiss but he immediately stopped before you could even close your eyes.

“Do you know how—“

“I’ve made out with guys, Bucky. Jesus christ, I’m not that inexperienced.” You explained before looking at Bucky expectantly, urging him to continue.

“Should we drink again?” he proposed, obviously still feeling awkward.

“Fuck no, I don’t wanna do this drunk. I want to remember my first time, idiot. Can you just...” you groaned. “Just kiss me?” you asked, well, more like commanded.

Bucky apologized before deciding to just go for it. Snaking his hand back to your neck, he leaned in and kisses your lips. He started off slow and gentle, trying to get a feel of how you liked to be kissed. Bucky was definitely weirded out for kissing you, his best friend that he had known since first grade. Surprisingly, you were good at kissing, like really really good and this spurred Bucky to level up by taking your lower lip in between his teeth.

A small whine escaped your parted lips, allowing Bucky to slide his tongue into your mouth. You let out another whimper when you felt his tongue on yours, your hands falling onto Bucky’s thighs for leverage.

Just as when the kiss was starting to get heated, Bucky pulled away slightly before gazing down at your chest.

“Can I touch your boob?” He asked breathlessly.

And there goes the momentum.

“Oh my god, Bucky. You sound like a fucking virgin. And that’s coming from me, an actual virgin.” You said with disappointment.

“I’m sorry! It’s just... it’s not that I find you unattractive. You’re my best friend and I just don’t want to disrespect you!” He reasoned out.

As much as you wanted to get annoyed, you found Bucky really sweet for considering that. But good god, you’ve been wanting to get fucked and respect was the last thing on your mind right now.

“By all means, Bucky...please disrespect me and fuck me because my pussy’s been wet since this morning and I’m about to explode if you still don’t do anything.” You said exasperatedly.

Your vulgar words were all that Bucky needed because as soon you were done complaining, he wasted no time to grab your face to kiss you. This time, it was all teeth and tongue and you weren’t complaining. This was the kind of performance that you were expecting from Bucky and finally he was giving it to you.

One of his hands moved to cradle your head while his other slide down to your waist, moving you to straddle his lap as he sat on his bed. You let out a soft squeal when you felt the tent in his pants rub against your crotch, causing you to grab onto Bucky’s wide shoulders.

“Fuck, you’re already hard.” You panted against Bucky’s lips.

“Yeah well, I just realized you aren’t wearing a bra.” He responded before fisting the hem of your shirt, bunching it up until you lifted your arms up so he could remove it.

Bucky wasted no time to bend forward, taking a nipple into his mouth making you moan out loud.

“Hoooly fuck, Bucky. That feels so good.” You pant, pushing your breasts forward as you thread your fingers into Bucky’s hair.

Your body trembled from pleasure as Bucky continued to lap at your breast, his hand coming up to palm the other before tweaking your nipple in between his thumb and index finger. Unknowingly, you started rutting your hips against Bucky’s crotch, seeking friction to relieve the growing throb in your core.

Bucky lifted you up off from him and laid you down on his bed as he left kisses from your neck down to the valley of your breasts until he reached your stomach. He unzipped your shorts and pulled it down together with your soaked underwear, groaning at the sight of your glistening pussy.

“Fuuuccckkk...” he rasped out, nipping the insides of your thighs as he pressed them down with his palms, opening you up to him.

“Have you ever been eaten out?” He asked, nudging his nose onto the skin of your bikini line.

You swallowed hard and shook your head, chest heaving as you anticipated for Bucky’s next move. “No.” You answered breathily and threw an arm over your eyes.

“Hold tight.” It was the last thing your brain was able to comprehend because Bucky immediately licked your entrance up until he reached your clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue making your toes curl.

“Ohhhh my god...” you moaned, your back involuntarily arching from the bed.

You felt Bucky’s lips curl into a smirk against your sensitive folds, almost wanting to smack his head for his cockiness. But then again, this was the reason why you wanted your first time to be with him. You’ve heard your friends share stories about how their first time went and majority ended up being either a huge let down or downright scary. You didn’t want your first time story to be like theirs so it was only right for you to ask Bucky a favor of a lifetime.

And so far, you weren’t regretting it one bit. Well, save maybe for what could happen afterwards. Whether this would affect your friendship with Bucky but right now, all you could focus on was how his tongue was skillfully fucking your cunt.

Your eyes popped open when you felt a finger prod at your entrance, your hand quickly grabbing Bucky’s wrist to stop him from further pushing a finger in.

“Wait, I’ve never been fingered.” You admitted, bringing your body up and leaning back against your elbows.

Bucky looked up at you and the scene was straight out of those female POV porn you’ve watched. His hair was sticking up in different directions, face in between your legs and his lips glistening with your juices. Your eyes almost rolled back into your head at the sight.

“You mean you never tried fingering yourself?” He asked, turning his head to press an open-mouthed kiss onto your thigh.

You shook your head, “I tried but it kinda hurts?” You told him meekly.

Bucky grinned before crawling up your body until his face was inches away from yours. He pressed a soft kiss on your lips. “Lay back.” He said, voice rough and low, leaving goosebumps in your wake.

Following Bucky’s order, you lay down on his bed and relax as he positioned himself on his side. He began kissing your ear, sucking your lobe as his hand went down to your pussy, spreading your lips open.

“Just relax, okay? Can’t fuck you with my cock just yet, gotta make sure you can take it.” He whispered into your ear.

Bucky started rubbing your pussy, spreading your wetness around before slowly pushing a finger in. You winced in pain, grabbing Bucky’s wrist to slow him down.

“You can take it, just relax.” He coaxed and you nodded, turning your head to kiss him.

Bucky returned the kiss, helping take your mind off of the way he was pushing in his finger until he was knuckle-deep into your pussy. There was a slight sting but bearable enough for you to let him continue with his movements. You felt his finger slide out and then back in with ease, the pain slowly transforming into a different kind of pleasure as he went on. Next thing you know, your hips were already moving to meet Bucky’s finger.

“Gonna add in another one, okay?” He breathed into your lips before biting your lower lip.

“Ow, ow, ow!” You cried out and slapped Bucky’s hand away from your pussy when he tried to insert another finger without even slowing down.

“The fuck, Bucky! Slow down, sweet jesus...” you snapped, frowning when Bucky responded with a chuckle.

“Sorry! I’m losing my patience here, I want to finger fuck you so bad.” He admitted, whispering another apology against your lips.

You relaxed and let Bucky rub your pussy again, gathering your wetness and pushing a finger in. A few more pumps and he carefully inserted another finger, swallowing the whimpers coming out of your mouth.

You stiffened a bit, biting your lip as you tried to ignore the stretch that you were feeling. “You good?” Bucky asked, waiting for you to nod before fully pushing his fingers in.

His movements were slow and careful then, helping you adjust to the stretch of having two of his fingers pump in and out of your pussy. Soon enough, you were moaning against Bucky’s lips as he increased the pace of his fingers. You could hear how wet you were and you never really thought it was possible for you to be this soaked. All the times you touched yourself, you got pretty wet...but not this wet. When Bucky said that he fingered like a god, you laughed at his face but now, fuck. He really wasn’t lying about it.

“Fuck, so tight. Can’t wait to slide my cock into your pussy.” He grunted and moved on top of you, pulling his fingers out making you whine.

He sucked his fingers while maintaining eye contact, making you blush timidly at the lewdness of his action. But god, you were so right for giving Bucky the honor of fucking you because his fingers alone brought you so much pleasure. What more if he actually started to fuck you?

“Gotta fuck you now. I’m so hard I feel like I’m about to bust a nut anytime now.” Bucky said, sitting up to remove his shirt, followed by his jeans.

He was in the process of unzipping his jeans when he suddenly stopped and looked at you, sprawled on the bed looking utterly fucked when he hasn’t even been inside you yet.

“Will you still suck my dick after I make you cum?” He asked hopefully.

You laughed out loud at his question, “You look so worried right now.” You teased. “But yes, fine. I’ll suck your cock later.” You reassured before sitting up to help him remove his pants.

Bucky then slid his boxers off, revealing his cock that you may or may not have seen in the past. It was an accident though and you didn’t meant to barge into his dorm while he was dressing up. You gotta admit, your best friend was blessed with a huge dick. And now said dick, will be the first one to enter your virgin pussy.

“Like what you see?” Bucky teased when he caught you staring as he put on a condom.

You smirked, “Actually I do.”

Bucky licked his lips as he laid on top of you, supporting his weight using his forearms as he positioned himself in between your legs. You kept your eyes on him the entire time, nodding and lifting your head up a bit to press a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Okay, I think I’m ready.” You whispered.

Bucky nodded too and nuzzled his face into your neck, “You sure?” He asked again.

You hummed, “Good luck and don’t fuck it up.”

Bucky lifted his head and looked at you incredulously, “Did you just...”

“Quote RuPaul before having sex for the first time? Yeah, I did.” You quickly answered.

Bucky scrutinized you, “You planned that didn’t you?”

You made a face, “Maybe.” You said, before the both of you broke into huge smiles.

Bucky laughed before kissing you again, “I fucking knew it.” He said before his face turned serious. “Ready?” he asked.

You nodded your head again, taking in deep breath as Bucky reached down to rub his cock against your pussy, making you whine. Kissing you again, Bucky lined up his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing in until you gasped out in pain.

“You wanna keep going?” He asked worriedly, seeing your frown.

You closed your eyes and nodded, “Yeah. Just...just do it slowly.” You said.

Your hands went to grip Bucky’s back, nails digging into his skin as he pushed and pushed, until he was balls deep inside you. The pain wasn’t that bad, but it did feel like you were being torn apart. The veins in Bucky’s neck started to bulge out from the way he was holding himself back.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Squeezing me so good, I think I’m gonna cum if I move.” He grunted, nosing the skin beneath your ear.

“Please don’t make this embarrassing for both of us.” You said. “You can move now.” You added.

Bucky slid all the way out, leaving the tip inside of you before pushing back in slowly. You let out a moan, both from pain and pleasure. His thrusts started off slow, helping you adjust to his girth and gauging your reaction.

One particular high-pitched moan gave it away. It was at that moment that the pain turned into nothing but pleasure and a few more languid thrusts later, you were chanting Bucky’s name and begging for him to go faster.

You felt so full and you simply couldn’t explain how good it felt getting fucked like this. Bucky kept on whispering praises into your ear, spurring you on as he thrusted in and out of you. The bed started to creak, the headboard hitting the wall as Bucky quickened the pace of his thrusts. You wrapped your legs around his waist, moaning his name as you felt your abdomen tighten. You could feel it coming, an impending orgasm that you’ve only been imagining. Not even your fingers rubbing your clit made you feel this way, like there was electricity running through your veins.

“Bucky, fuck...I think...” you panted, hands sliding down to grab his ass, pulling him further to you.

“Can feel it, can feel you pulsating around my cock.” Bucky panted.

Your body stilled, toes curling and vision blurring when Bucky thrusted into you at a certain angle. Just like that, you let go and moaned out loud as Bucky continued to fuck an orgasm out of you. Biting onto his shoulder, you rode out the remaining waves of your climax before laying your head back onto the pillow, watching Bucky as he followed after you, spilling his seed into the condom after a few more thrusts.

“Holy fucking shit...” he breathed out, letting his body fall onto yours.

There was a moment of silence as the both of you recovered, your pants echoing in the room. Bucky was the first to move, sliding his softening cock out of you and sitting up as he removed the condom. He went into his bathroom and disposed of it before walking back to the bed with a wet wash cloth in his hand.

“Are you still going to suck my dick?” Bucky broke the silence as he casually cleaned you up.

You lifted your head up, “Are you still hard?”

Bucky shrugged, “I can be if you want me to be.”

“I’ll do it tomorrow.” you simply responded.

“So, how did I do?” Bucky asked, continuing to clean you up in between your legs.

You bled a bit, but not to the point of staining his sheets thank god. When you didn’t respond, Bucky worried that you might have regretted this but instead, he found you grinning up at the ceiling like an idiot.

“The fuck you looking like that?” He asked, unable to hold back the smile tugging at his lips.

You laughed and closed your legs, wincing a bit at the soreness but quickly recovering. “I can’t believe we just had sex.” You said.

Bucky set aside the towel and laid back next to you, “I certainly hope I did not fuck that up.” He said.

You turned to your side and smiled at Bucky, “You didn’t. Thanks, Buck.”

There didn’t seem to be any tension nor awkwardness between the both of you after. It was pretty normal actually. After taking a bath, you both decided to order pizza for late dinner. More conversations took place until you both fell asleep on the same bed.

A series of knocks stirred you and Bucky awake. He was spooning you when you woke up, his arm wrapped around your waist while his face was pressed on the back of your neck. You thought you were dreaming but the knocks continued and a familiar chorus of voices made you and Bucky sit up in panic.

“James, honey? It’s your mom. Open up!”

You and Bucky looked at each other, “Why the fuck is your mom here?!” You whispered and frantically searched for your clothes.

You slept in one of Bucky’s shirts and a pair of panties and for some reason, you couldn’t find your clothes from last night. Bucky frantically ran around the dorm, grabbing your bag and throwing it under Steve’s bed.

“I don’t know why she’s here! She didn’t text me!” He whispered, checking his phone for any unread messages.

“James, come on now. We want to visit Y/N too so we can all have breakfast together.”

You knew that voice all too well, it was your mom’s! Bucky’s eyes widened when he heard you mom’s voice. He just took away her daughter’s virginity last night, how the hell was he going to look at her in the eyes after that?

Bucky grabbed your arm and pushed you into the bathroom, warning you to stay quiet. You were about to protest but Bucky quickly slammed the door shut. Pressing an ear against it, you listened as Bucky hurried over to the front door, opening it.

“Mom!” You heard him say before greeting your mom.

“Sweetie, did you just wake up? You look like a mess.” His mom said.

“What are you guys doing here?” Bucky asked nervously.

There were a few movements that were too near the bathroom, you almost readied yourself for a grand reveal. Fortunately, Bucky seemed to have blocked the bathroom and tried to distract his mom.

“Well, we thought of surprising you and Y/N. We missed you both. Go get dressed so we can pick her up from her dorm.” You heard your mom say.

“Ohhh I uhh...why don’t you both head out first and I can go pick her up? We’ll just meet you both somewhere.” Bucky suggested.

“Oh sweetie, I wanted to surprise my daughter at her dorm.” Your mom said.

Fuck. You were so fucked. Your mom’s gonna find out that you’re no longer a virgin and that it was Bucky who took it. The same guy she entrusted you to upon moving out for college.

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t tell her we’ll be meeting you. She’s uhh...I think she might have slept over at a friend’s actually. To do a project. So she might not be at her dorm. I’ll just pick her up.” Bucky quickly explained.

Sleepover at a friend’s? That wasn’t entirely a lie. The project? Well, the task of giving up your v-card could be considered a project. So no, Bucky wasn’t lying to your mom at all.

Silence. A few more shuffling and movements here and there. You heard the front door creak. Finally.

“Oh alright, James. We’ll go ahead. Meet us at the new breakfast place two blocks away from the university, okay?” His mom said.

You heaved out a sigh of relief.

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll be there.” Bucky said and from the sounds of it, he seemed to be pushing both your moms out of his room.

“Make sure to pick Y/N up. I know she tends to skip out on our breakfast dates. Make sure that she’ll come, James.” Your mom warned.

True enough, you tended to bail out on your mom’s breakfast dates. Not because you don’t miss her, but because it was too early! You’ve turned her down a couple of times now so you knew what she meant. But Bucky, god. He just had to make everything into a double entendre.

And without shame, he looked into your mom’s eyes and offered her a charming grin as if he wasn’t balls deep inside her virgin daughter last night.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she does. I’ll make her come.”

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plaidbooks · 3 years

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Dark Secrets: Secrets Exposed

A/N: Here’s chapter two of vampire!Sonny, and boy oh boy is it a doozy. I have another one planned, but it won’t be for the bingo. Also, the reason this is jumping around so much is because it’s an arc; Karen and I can come back at any time and fill in gaps with short chapters/drabbles.

Anyways, this covers the Monster square in @adarafaelbarba moodboard bingo!

Tags: smut, rough p in v sex, blood (is it blood play if he drinks it?), biting kink, marking/bruising skin, squirting

Words: 3105

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Three months. They were the longest three months of your life. Sonny never contacted you, and you worried about him every day. Was he compromised? Hurt? Dead? You had no way of knowing, and it kept you up at night. He had to be okay, right? You’d feel if he was hurt, you knew it in your heart.

You were also upset with yourself; the last conversation you had with him was…hard. Why didn’t you just wait a day, tell him how much you loved him instead? And now, what if it was too late to tell him?

There was a knock at your door, and you braced yourself for the worst. But when you opened it to find Sonny standing there, a sheepish smile on his face, you felt such relief that you cried out before launching against his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close.

“Oh my god, I’ve missed you so much! I’m so happy you’re okay,” you exclaimed, pulling him to you in a deep kiss.

He kissed you back just as fiercely, walking you backwards into your place. “I’ve missed you,” he muttered against your lips before kissing you again.

You wrapped a leg around his waist, scratching at his back, and he groaned. You needed him, now more than ever. You wanted him so desperately. But still, he hesitated.

“W—wait a moment, doll,” he said, panting. You gently released him, looking up into his face. His eyes were blown with lust, a mirror to your own. “We need to talk.”

You gave him a sultry smile, leaning against him. “It can wait,” you replied before kissing his neck.

Sonny groaned again, melting under your mouth as you continued to kiss and suck his neck. “N—no; stop, please.” You stopped your assault, leaning back to look at him. “It can’t wait, I’m sorry, doll.”

You moved to sit on your couch, and Sonny stood in front of you, determined to stay slightly away from you. “What is it, Sonny?”

“First of all, what I’m about to tell you is illegal; we’ll have to fill out all the paperwork later. Second, I’m going to talk, and I want you to listen; it’s a lot of information to get through,” he said.

You weren’t sure what to make of his demeanor “Is everything okay? You’re scaring me, babe.”

“It will be, just…just listen.” He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “I lied about the UC; I wasn’t undercover the past three months.”

“What?!” you yelled in confusion; why did he lie? What was he hiding?”

“Please, let me explain; I spent the past three months in a cabin upstate, alone. I…I wanted to sit and really think about our relationship, about what I feel for you. And I—I love you. I love you so much more than I could ever say. You’re the one I want to spend eternity with. I’ve—I’ve never felt like this with anyone before; sure, I’ve had past lovers over the years, but nothing compared to you. I love you, everything about you, your spirit, your intellect, all of it,” he concluded.

You blinked at him. Was he…proposing? After lying about where he was? “Why lie, Sonny? I would’ve understood if you needed some time.”

“Because I—I wanted to make sure I was alone; I’m not done.” He took yet another deep breath, his piercing blue eyes locking to yours. “I wanted to make sure I could tell you this, without the fear of a…scene.” You rose an eyebrow, and he softly said, “I’m not human, doll. I’m a vampire.”

You blinked at him. “A vampire? Like Dracula or—”

“Oh, Dracula is a bunch of crap; a fictional story written by a human. I’m a real vampire; I have fangs, drink blood to survive, live forever unless I’m killed—”

“I don’t see how this is different than Dracula yet,” you replied, stifling a chuckle.

Sonny’s eyes narrowed as he looked at you. “I’m being serious, here! It’s also highly illegal for me to tell you all of this, since you’re a human.”

“Uh huh. A vampire, you say…” you trailed off, thinking. It did make a lot of sense, with how he didn’t eat or drink often, and why he tended to stay out of the sun. But he still went out and about in daylight, and besides, monsters weren’t real.

He rolled his eyes, then opened his mouth. Your eyes widened as his incisors seemed to grow an extra inch, becoming fangs.

“H—how’d you do that?” you whispered in shock.

Slowly, they retracted to normal size again. “I need them to puncture skin to get to the veins,” he explained.

“You really are a vampire, aren’t you?” you asked, voice hushed.

He nodded. “I am; all those manuscripts I’ve ‘found’? I was around when they were written; that’s why I know history so well, doll. It’s also why I haven’t wanted to move in. I didn’t want you to see that I don’t really eat, at least not human food…. It’s also why we haven’t had sex.”

“Because we’d make some sort of abomination if I got pregnant?” you joked.

Sonny’s eyes widened. “What? No, I can’t have biological kids. But I—I can’t get, um…hard, not unless I feed…. Need the blood and all….”

“Oh…oh! So, it’s not me?” Somehow, this was a relief.

He chuckled in disbelief. “No, it’s not you. I told you, I’ve wanted to have sex with you. I just didn’t think I could go ‘let me feed really quick then come back’.”

You laughed, and he looked at you like you’ve gone crazy. “Well, if that’s all, come here.” You patted the couch next to you, and he seemed skeptical, like this was somehow a trick.

Sonny came around the table to sit on the couch next to you, but he still left space between you, as if touching you would hurt you in some way. “You’re taking this surprisingly well,” he muttered.

You shifted to face him, and you reached out for his hand. He didn’t pull away when you took one of his hands between both of yours. “Dominick, I love you, no matter what you are, human or vampire, or whatever. I only love you.”

“But—but I’m a monster—”

“No, you’re not. You’re my sweet, loving boyfriend. I know you, Dom; I know your morals, your heart. We can talk about what all this means for us tomorrow. Right now, I want you,” you replied.

His eyes widened, and you were sure he’d be blushing if he could—could vampires blush? Gently, you leaned in, pressing your lips to his. He seemed stunned, frozen in shock, and you pulled away. His eyes searched your face for a moment before he was on you, lips colliding with yours almost painfully.

The kiss quickly deepened, his tongue easily forcing its way into your mouth. He pushed you down on the couch, kissing you for so long, you thought your lungs would surely shrivel up. Then he was picking you up, carrying you as if your weighed nothing, heading for your bedroom.

Sonny gently laid you on the bed before he ripped—literally tore—his shirt off himself. He climbed over your body, his lips coming back to yours. You scratched at his back, grinding against his thigh as his lips dominated yours.

His mouth trailed down your jaw, nipping as he went. “Pl—please tell me you’ve fed recently. I n—need you, Dominick,” you whined.

“I did, but not enough for this—I never thought this would go so well,” he replied, his voice husky. He pressed a kiss to your neck before leaning back to look at you. His normally blue eyes were a deep red, and it somehow made him more attractive. “If you want, I can go down on you, then go feed really quick and come back. It’ll be a few hours though; I have to leave the city to find animals.”

You moaned in frustration before a thought struck you. “Feed from me.”

“What?!” Sonny asked in shock.

You smiled softly at him. “Use me, Dominick. Drink from me.”

His eyes were almost completely black with his arousal, the red reduced to a bright ring on the outside of his pupils, and he swallowed hard. “I—I don’t think that’s safe, doll.”

“I trust you, it’ll be fine. Please, babe; I need you inside me, I want you, please.”

His breathing was coming in sharper as his arousal was taking over his rational mind. “And if I can’t stop? If I hurt you?”

“That’s a chance I’m willing to take. Because I love you, and you love me; I don’t believe you’ll hurt me. It’s okay, Dom.” To make your point, you propped yourself on an elbow, sweeping your hair off one side of your neck before laying back down.

Sonny didn’t notice that he leaned closer to you, only realized when his nose made contact with your throat. He sniffed at you, smelling your sweet blood just under your skin, and his mouth watered.

“That’s it, Dominick. Bite me, drink your fill,” you cooed.

“St—stop tempting me,” he groaned, voice full of arousal. He pressed kisses to your throat before he moved to nuzzle the crook of your neck. His tongue darted out, tasting your skin, and you sighed at the feeling.

“It’s fine; I give you permission. I trust you with my life,” you breathed.

Slowly, you reached up to grip his biceps, his arms caging your body. He sucked and kissed your neck, and you felt his lips move as his fangs grew. “Do you even know how hard it’s been to simply kiss your neck, when all I’ve wanted was to taste you?” he growled, his breath hot on your skin.

“Now’s your chance. Do it; drink.”

He grazed his teeth over your skin as he searched for your vein. “I’m so sorry,” he muttered before he sunk his fangs into you. You gasped in pain as he easily broke skin, your grip on his arms bruising a normal human. His fangs retracted, and he sucked at the incisions, drinking your blood. The magic in his saliva had you seeing stars; it was a mix of euphoria, pleasure, and pain all wrapped into one.

Sonny groaned the moment your blood touched his tongue. He had never tasted anything so delicious in his life. He could easily drink until your body was empty of blood…which is why he made sure to pay close attention to you, your heartbeat. But god, he could never get enough of you, your taste. He barely felt the blood entering his system; he was too distracted with the taste and with your heart. When your grip on his arms started to loosen, he used a great amount of restraint to detach from your neck.

He was panting as he leaned back, licking the blood from his lips. It was only then that he noticed how hard his cock was from just that small amount from you. It was true that he had fed recently, that he didn’t need much more, but he didn’t think that little would be enough.

You gave him a soft smile before you sat up, kissing him deeply. You could taste the coppery tang of blood on his tongue, but you didn’t care; you needed him, now. Sonny pushed you back down, then stood just long enough to undress the both of you before he was back on top of you.

“Are you sure—”

“Fuck me, Dominick, please,” you begged. He didn’t need to be told twice before he pushed into you fully. You moaned loudly at the feel of him inside you; his cock was long, curving to brush up against your g-spot perfectly.

“Ready for me, doll?” he asked softly, feeling your walls expand around him.

You gripped his shoulder, light-headed, though from the feel of him or the loss of blood, you weren’t quite sure. “I’ve been ready for you since the moment I met you, my love.”

His expression softened, and he kissed you deeply before he started to move. You could tell he was holding back, afraid to hurt you; he set a slow pace, thrusting deep into you. Your hands traveled down his back to cup his ass, pulling him deeper into you, and he grunted at the feeling.

“You—you feel so amazing. I love you, I love you so much,” he whispered before trailing his lips down to your throat. He sucked marks into you, and you gasped in pleasure; you had told him about your biting kink, something that you now found hilarious.

“S-same; feels so g—good. Fuck, Dom, move faster, please. You’re not going to hurt me,” you moaned.

He kissed your throat once more before he made his way to the two holes on the side of your neck, a drop of blood slowly dripping down your skin. His tongue flicked out, lapping at your blood, and the pace of his hips went up. He dipped his head down to the crook of your neck, kissing your injury, and you moaned again.

“D—Dominick—fuuuuck!—harder, please!” you gasped, trying to match his pace.

With a great force of will, he pulled his mouth from your neck, instead brushing your hair from the other side. He pressed his lips to your skin, kissing and sucking more marks into you.

You dragged one of your hands from behind him, wedging it between your bodies. You quickly found your clit, rubbing yourself as he fucked you into the mattress. Sonny opened his mouth, biting that side of your neck—without his fangs—and it was enough to send you over the edge. You cried out as you came, liquid gushing from you as pleasure washed through your body.

He propped himself up, looking at the mess you made, then smirked. Taking one of your legs, he threw it over his shoulder, sinking even deeper into you. You screamed his name in pleasure as he pounded into you.

“You got another one in ya, doll. Give it to me,” he growled. You brought your hand back to your clit, but he slapped it away, using his own fingers to rub you viciously. You squirmed as he assaulted your overstimulated clit, crying out at the feeling. You grabbed his wrist, but his arm was like stone; you couldn’t pull him away no matter what you did. You screamed as your orgasm crashed through you like a wave. But still, he didn’t stop.

“One more, doll. Be a good girl and cum for me again, I know you can,” Sonny cooed, his hips moving impossibly faster. His fingers were still playing with your clit, and you shuddered at the feeling. His hips hit yours so hard, you were slowly being pushed up the bed until his free hand gripped your hip, bring you down to meet him.

“Dom—Dominick—! Too much—gonna c—cum!” you warned. He doubled his efforts and you gasped as he pulled another orgasm from you. The hand that was rubbing you moved to your hips, and he jackhammered into you, chasing his release. His fingers gripped you hard enough to leave bruises, and you sure you wouldn’t be walking anytime soon.

He leaned down over you, the sound of skin slapping deafening in the room. And then he was groaning your name, his cock twitching as he exploded into you, filling you with his release. He kept thrusting, milking his balls into you, making you whimper. Then he collapsed on top of you, kissing your neck.

“Fucking hell, sweetheart. That was fantastic,” he muttered. It took him a moment, but he seemed to remember in that moment that you were human, and he climbed off you. “Holy shit, I’m sorry, are you okay? Was that too much?”

You chuckled, your body aching. But it was a good sore. “Fine, fine. Just a little tired—”

“Right, I’m sorry. It’s—it’s been a while. Here, let me clean you.” He stood, scooping you into his arms and carrying you to the bathroom. His hands were gentle as he washed you carefully, but you noticed his eyes going back to your neck often. Eventually, he had enough.

“I—I have to bandage that bite; the smell of your blood is intoxicating,” he explained before hurrying to your first aid kit.

While he was gone, you assessed the damage in the mirror. Your neck and throat looked like one huge bruise with how many marks he made. But the two puncture wounds on the side of your neck stood out like a sore thumb. All of this did nothing but turn you on more; you loved being bitten and marked by your partners.

“Was I your first?—human, that is. Uh, human blood?” you asked awkwardly.

Sonny came back quick enough with gauze and tape, and he set about cleaning and disinfecting the wound. “Um, no, you’re not. Definitely first time I’ve had fresh human blood in maybe a century. But you just…you taste like nothing I’ve ever had before. It’s, like I said, intoxicating. I swear I could drain you in an instant if I had a little less control.”

“Good thing you have control, then,” you said, chuckling softly.

He finished bandaging you and looked into your eyes. His were a brighter blue than you’d ever seen before, the red completely gone. “I had control this time, and even then, I should’ve been in full control. I shouldn’t have even bit you, should never have tasted your blood.”

“It’s fine—”

“It’s really not. Now, any time I’m hungry, I’m going to be thinking of you and how good you are. Which just means I’ll have to leave for my feedings earlier than before, to not wait until I’m so hungry,” he explained.

You rose a hand to cup his face, your thumb running over his soft skin. “I love you, Dominick, and I trust you. Now that I know what you are, you can do what you need to survive, without worrying about lying to me.”

He melted against you hand, closing his eyes briefly. “You’re right. Now that you know, I feel so much closer to you than before.”

“And tomorrow, we talk; I want to know everything about you, about your life and your world.”

He smiled softly. “Deal. Plus, we must start working on the paperwork; monsters are not allowed to reveal themselves to the human world. There’s a lot of hoops to jump through—”

“Tomorrow. Right now, I just want you to hold me as we sleep, okay?” you asked, hopeful.

His smile grew and he helped you stand. “I will hold you for as long as you want or need.”

#sonny carisi x reader #fanfic #my writing #dark secrets #monster!au #adarafaelbarbaseptemberbingo #tw blood

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Touch || Lee Jeno - III.

description | In a world where everyone has a soulmate, but not everyone is destined to meet their other half, Ru didn't think she could be an exception. After all, what kind of story starts with an ordinary, teenage orphan like her? However, all that changed when her eyes met his: big, dark and mysterious.

chapter eleven.

The wooden floor of the bedroom wasn't exactly the most comfortable place to study— or to do anything, for that matter— but Ru laid on the floor anyway, her textbooks sprawled across the floor.

It had been over an hour since she gave up doing her homework. In the middle of working on a particularly boring essay, Ru received a phone call from Chohee; it was a group call for the three of them. Since then, she had been on a call with them, her school tasks completely forgotten.

"No waaay, seriously?" Chohee's squeaky voice blared through her phone.

"I know!" Jia's sweet voice filled the air, "I felt so bad, letting him down in front of all his friends like that."

"Hold on," Ru interrupted. She was now lying down on her back, facing her ceiling fan. "Is this the same guy we were talking about last time?"

Jia chuckled. "No, actually, this is another—"

"—Oh my god, we forgot to tell you," Chohee squealed, speaking over Jia. "This one's a toootally different guy! He's, like, not even from our school."

Another guy? Ru laughed in disbelief. She couldn't blame these boys for liking Jia, though. Not only is she gorgeous, but she has this sweet and angelic presence. She'd be lying if she said Jia didn't catch her attention too.

"What was his reaction?" Ru asked.

"Oh, it was bad!" Jia exclaimed. "He got all sad and walked away without even saying a thing. His friends made it even worse, though; they all laughed— made everything so awkward. Now I just have a bouquet of roses and a bunch of chocolates."

Ru could hear Chohee cackling on the other line. "Share the chocolates!"

"Come over and we'll eat the chocolate together! We can paint our nails again and talk about our failed love lives— my nail polish is already chipping."

Ru instinctively raised her hand above her, admiring the viridian green nail polish on her hands as a little smile formed on her face.

Chohee responded, "oh, what do you mean, 'failed love lives'? You've had plenty of chances at a love life. Are you ever gonna accept anyone's confession?"

There was a slight pause, before Jia said, "I will! I'm just waiting for that someone special."

"Oooh, someone special? Are you talking about a particular someone?" Chohee teased.

"No, of course not! Ru's probably bored of my stupid drama, anyway, we should talk about something else."

Bored? Ru spent many nights watching and reading drama-related content, and now she finally has a real one; it was weirdly exhilarating.

"Don't try to change the subject Jia," Ru giggled, "give us all the details."

Chohee's laugh filled her room. "You see, even Ru's invested!"

There was another brief silence, like Jia didn't quite know what to say now. However, Chohee interrupted the silence with a little gasp.

"Oh my god, don't tell me you're waiting for your soulmate or something! That stuff only happens in the movies, babe."

"No!" Jia's soft voice responded quickly. "Are you crazy? I'm not one of those soulmate fanatics."

The three of them laughed boisterously at Jia's declaration. However, Ru couldn't help but feel something tugging at her.

She's not a soulmate fanatic, is she? She never intended on finding her soulmate, she just... did. Nonetheless, she couldn't ignore the fact that for these past few weeks, soulmates had been a pretty prevalent topic in her mind. She befriended a boy just because she stupidly thought they were soulmates— oh god, did Jeno think she was some soulmate fanatic?

Obviously, there's nothing wrong with explicitly waiting for your soulmate, it's just that it has been proven to be such a lost cause, anyone who does so comes across as foolish. She hoped she didn't sound stupid... No, you know what? Having a hunch that you may have found your soulmate but not acting on it is what's stupid.

Yeah, would've been stupid to stay silent, Ru nodded at herself in reassurance.

She was interrupted from her agitation by a voice calling her from a distance.

"Ru, can you come downstairs?"

It took her a second to realize that it was Mrs. Choi calling her from downstairs.

"Guys, I have to go now," Ru spoke into her phone. The girls greeted her goodbye and she hung up.

"Coming!" Ru called out, picking up her phone as she stood up. She walked out of her room and down the stairs to find the entire family by the front door. Dabin was on the floor, putting on his shoes, Mr. Choi putting on his jacket just by the coat hanger.

"Ah, there you are," Mrs. Choi said as she was fixing her coat.

Ru stopped just in front of them, feeling slightly out of place.

"We're all going to the hospital. Will you be okay home alone?" Mrs. Choi asked, finally turning around to face Ru.

"Yes, I'll be fine." Ru nodded. "Is something wrong?"

"Oh, no, no—" Mrs. Choi waved her arm dismissively— "just a hospital check-up."

Ru nodded again, feeling slightly awkward. She didn't really know if she should wait for them to leave the house or if she could go back to her room now. She watched silently as Mr. Choi rummaged through her bag until she finally fished something out of it.

"In case you want to leave, here's the spare key so you can lock up the house." Mrs. Choi handed her a key with a tiny bird keychain.

"Thank you—" Ru reached out for the key, giving Mrs. Choi a polite smile.

As Ru grabbed the key, Mrs. Choi noticed her dark green nails. "Oh, did you get those with your friends?"

Ru nodded as she grinned shyly; a warm smile spread across Mrs. Choi's face. "I used to do those with my friends too, when we were younger. You know, we should go and get our nails done sometimes! I've always wanted to go with someone, but Little Dabin here would throw a tantrum if I ever dragged him to a nail salon."

She glanced at Dabin, who was now scowling at his mother.

Mrs. Choi chuckled gleefully. "Alright, then. We'll see you later, darling. Bye!"

Ru waved them a silent goodbye as they all walked out the door, closing it behind them. She sighed in relief, skipping steps as she climbed up the stairs. She could name a lot of things she didn't want to do right now, and one of them would be spending hours alone with Mrs. Choi.

She felt slightly guilty about feeling that way, but it was weird how Mrs. Choi treated her like a little kid— or even worse, her little kid. At least she didn't have to worry about that today.

Upon entering her room, she was greeted with the messy pile of work on the floor. She groaned, crumbling to the ground at the thought of spending the rest of the day doing homework. She didn't really feel like doing anything particularly productive today, so she collected her textbooks, closing them all and putting them on her desk.

The sun was leaking into her room, giving the space a natural glow. She was tempted to sit all day and do nothing, but she decided against it. She got up to the bathroom, washing her face and brushing her teeth, even though she already did it this morning when she woke up.

Ding!

Her phone lit up beside her. Curious, she looked at her phone to find a new notification.

Jeno:) sent you a message.

She felt her heart skip. She reached for her phone but hesitated for a moment— what could he possibly be texting her for? She was almost too nervous to swipe, but she ignored her irrational anxiety. She picked up and swiped her phone, reading the message:

Jeno:) : Hey

Jeno:) : You busy?

She stared at the text. Was she busy? Does it matter if she's busy? Why does he want to know why she's busy? Confused and slightly intrigued, she replied.

Ru: No, why?

Oh god, the text must sound so dry. Her fingers danced over the keyboard, trying to come up with something else to say. Why was it so hard to come up with anything—

Ding!

A new message popped up on her screen.

Jeno:) : You still have the address for that psychic?

She furrowed her eyebrows. The psychic? She thought back to that day when they got the address; it was written on the back of the list of soulmate books she had written down. She hurried out of her bathroom and towards her backpack, crouching to reach it on the floor.

She rummaged through her bag, flipping through many books and stuffing her face into her bag to look into the deep corners of her bag. However, she was disappointed to find nothing.

Where did she put it? She didn't remember throwing it away, so it must be somewhere here. Her eyes wandered throughout the room cluelessly until they landed on a pair of jeans, barely peeking out of her clothes hamper.

She felt a tiny glimmer of hope surface as she crawled her way towards the hamper. She reached into its pockets, not expecting much. However, she felt a tiny piece of crumpled paper. Pulling it out, she straightened out the paper to find the address written messily on it.

Yes!, she cheered internally.

She took her phone and texted him back, telling him she had it with her. It took a while, but another message finally popped out on her screen.

Jeno:) : Good

That's it? Good? She tossed her phone on her bed, annoyed that she was expecting something else. What did he want with the address, anyway? Did he even want it? He didn't exactly ask her for it—

Knock, knock.

Her head shot up straight. What was that? She looked at her bedroom door. The knock didn't sound like it came from her door. After a moment of silence, she shrugged; it must be from outside.

Just as she was putting all her things back in her bag, she heard another knock— louder, this time. She stood up, confused. The knocks sound like they're coming from the...

She turned her head to the window and yelped.

There, just outside her window, was Jeno. He was crouched behind the window, pointing downwards for her to unlock it. She shook her head as she exhaled in relief, walking towards him. She unlocked her window, pulling the handle upwards to open them.

They stared at each other for a moment; Ru was a little speechless— there he was, just casually kneeling behind the window.

"You know," Jeno broke the silence, speaking in a low voice, "your room's really easy to break into."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "What on earth are you even doing outside my window?"

"We're going out," Jeno stated simply.

"No—" she rolled her eyes as she chuckled— "I mean, what are you doing outside my window? I hope you know what front doors are for."

"Oh." He paused, looking down at himself. He didn't realize how easy it was to climb the tree by her window; the fact that there was a roof conveniently placed under her window also caught his attention.

"I, uh—" he smiled— "as you can probably tell, I sneak out a lot."

He watched her lips curve into a little smile. "You idiot."

She turned around, gesturing for him to come in. The roof of her bedroom was strangely low; he could touch the ceiling if he raised his arm.

"Let me just get changed real quick," Ru announced as she grabbed some clothes from her wardrobe drawer.

"Why?" Jeno asked, trying to hold in a smirk.

She gave him a confused look. "Why? I'm in my pajamas, Jeno."

"So?" Jeno walked slowly towards her until they were in front of each other. He bent a little lower so their faces were at eye-level of each other.

The smirk finally grew on his face, and he watched in amusement as her confusion became more apparent.

"Changing out of your pajamas won't make you look any less like the sleepy little toddler you already look like most of the time, anyway."

"Wha—" Ru opened her mouth in retaliation, but nothing came out. She looked away shyly, before looking back at him with narrowed eyes— "I'm changing."

She huffed softly and turned around, walking into her bathroom. Jeno let out a little chuckle, shaking his head. He sat on her desk chair as he waited for her, pulling out his phone and randomly fiddling with it.

That was when he came accidentally across an email he had received earlier today— the message he wanted to distract himself from, even by visiting a stupid little psychic store he had no interest in.

It was a message from the foster care administration, informing him about his father. He felt his blood boil; what made them think he had any interest in his father's well-being? The man could jump off a cliff for all he cared.

Nonetheless, he couldn't help but re-read the message, his eyes painfully scanning through the paragraphs.

Lee Jeno, We have received updated information regarding your father, Mr. Lee's recent illness, which we are obligated to notify you about. Please be reminded that you also have 37 letters in our possession, addressed to you from said relative, one of which includes an application form to become an inmate-approved visitor. Please confirm your new address below in order to receive these letters.

He stopped reading the message; he let out a breath of frustration, turning his phone off in annoyance. He didn't care. He didn't want to care, nor would he ever care. He stood up, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar room around him as a way to distract him from his anger. Strangely, he felt his breaths steady the longer he looked at her room.

Her bedroom was a plain and small space; there wasn't much decoration or anything that would indicate a teenage girl lived here. All she had in her room was a small twin bed, a clothes drawer and a study desk just by the window.

On her bed was a single pillow, her blanket folded neatly on the corner of her bed. Her desk was a little messier than the rest of her room, the textbooks messily stacked and her stationery scattered across the desk.

His eyes wandered to her clothes drawer, a few bottles of lotions and other bathroom supplies neatly lined up on top of it. He walked towards it mindlessly, observing it. He noticed a little box, on top of it labeled 'Memories'.

Memories? Curious— and completely unmindful of the fact that he shouldn't be snooping around other peoples' belongings— he picked the lid off of the box. He expected to find pictures or letters but instead, he was staring back at a box full of buttons.

He noticed on top of all those buttons was the daisy button she bought with him all those weeks ago. Why does she have so many buttons?

"Ru?" Jeno called out.

"Yeah?"

"Do you sew?"

Her muffled voice responded, "I wish I did, why?"

"Uh, nothing." He looked back at the box of buttons, slightly more confused than he was before. So she just collects them? What kind of person collects buttons?

Suddenly, he heard the bathroom door unlock. He closed the box silently, sliding it back to its place.

Ru stepped out, wearing a slightly large grey wooly sweater, layered with a baby pink overall dress. He glanced at her briefly; he didn't know how it was possible, but she actually looked tinier now than she did before in her pajamas.

"So—" Ru picked up a small sling bag hanging on her door— "unless I completely misread your text, I assume we're going to that psychic."

"We are," Jeno replied.

Ru turned around to face him; now that she actually took the time to observe him, she realized how out of place he looked in her room. For starters, his black shirt and black ripped jeans made him look like an intruder— although she had to admit he'd be one hell of a fit intruder. Being in her low-ceiling room also made him look freakishly tall.

The sight of him against the background of her bedroom took her off-guard, but she regained her thoughts enough to utter, "I thought you thought it was stupid."

"I still do," he stated, stuffing his phone into his pocket, "but I'm a little curious now."

She furrowed her eyebrows skeptically. "O-kay, let's go then."

With that, she led them out of her bedroom and down the stairs by the dining room. They walked out the front door, Ru locking the door behind her.

"Can I have the address?" Jeno asked as they walked down the street.

"Oh—" she pulled the paper out of her little bag before handing it to him.

He read the address on the paper for a brief moment before stuffing it into his pocket. "I don't know the exact address, but I know the area."

She nodded silently, and off they went, into more crowded streets and sidewalks. It was hard for them to talk with all the crowds and chaos of the people around them, so Ru followed him quietly like she always did.

For the first few minutes of their walk, Jeno walked slightly ahead of Ru; his long legs made it really easy for him to do so. Every once in a while, he would look beside him and slightly to the back to make sure she was still there. It flustered her, honestly, making her feel like the little toddler he described her to be.

"Could you walk any faster? I feel like I'm walking with the Flash or something," Ru called out, slightly out of breath.

Jeno turned to look at her, slowing down with a slightly amused expression. "Could you walk any slower? I feel like I'm walking with a toddler or something— oh wait, you are one, huh?"

Ru narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms in protest. Before she could say anything, Jeno started laughing— his mesmerizing, crescent eyes almost distracting her from her frustration.

"Okay, seriously, you look even more like a baby now," he tittered as he approached her.

"Come here—" he pulled her in front of him. She didn't even process what he was doing yet, and suddenly they were walking again.

"Just walk," he instructed her as he chuckled.

"Wait—" she tried to look back at him without tripping— "I don't even know where to go—"

He grabbed her shoulder on both sides, steering her to the right just in time for a crosswalk. She tried not to stumble as she took one step after the other. He let go of her shoulders, but hovered closely behind her.

She took a deep breath— there it goes again, her stupid heart.

For the rest of the journey, she found herself trying hard not to think about his hands gripping her firmly to guide her through the crowd, about their bodies colliding with every abrupt stop, with every difficult path they had to navigate themselves through.

She cursed herself for feeling this way, but the truth was, she felt safe. The bustling people, the disorder she found herself whirled into as they passed little markets and underground malls; she had no clue where they were going, but she felt confident that they'd get there— that he'd get them there.

Soon, they entered a new stretch of road. Ru's mouth was slightly agape as she tried to take in the new scene before her.

The streets were lined on both sides with traditional structures, the red paper lanterns decorating the sky in a zig-zag pattern. The scorching sun blessed the landscape with a surreal glow, emphasizing the bright colors before her. The sea of people bustled about like a swarm of scattered ants, and in that moment Ru could only blink.

They were finally in Chinatown.

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chapter twelve.

Ru had never been to a chinatown before, but this was exactly what she imagined it to be.

Her nose was greeted with the rich scent of various street foods, an abundance of little stalls settled along the long stretch of road, some even in the middle of it. Ru hated the crowd— she always has— but the life and excitement around her was undeniable.

Every nook and corner of the place, there were people going about their day. A little boy running after his mom with a miniature traditional lion dance puppet, an old man in a battered old undershirt fanning the skewered meat on his open grill.

"Buy four, get one free! Buy four, get one free!" The man boomed, inviting nearby passers with his sonorous voice.

The new and invigorating atmosphere almost made her forget about why they were here in the first place. That was until Jeno leaned in from behind her and spoke up, "how are we gonna find the psychic?"

How were they supposed to find the store in the middle of all this? She started to fan herself, the heat of the place finally catching up to her. Maybe she shouldn't have worn such a wooly sweater.

She leaned back so that he could hear her. "I guess we'll just have to look around."

They pushed their way through the crowd, keeping their eyes peeled for some sort of psychic store. Ru didn't actually know what she was trying to spot. What would a psychic store even look like?

As her eyes scanned the vast area, she spotted an otherwise ordinary stand that displayed two words Ru didn't know she wanted, but definitely did now— Cold Smoothies. Suddenly, it felt like the heat around her increased two folds, her throat instantaneously dry.

"Jeno—" she tugged on his shirt, her excitement building— "let's get smoothies!"

"What?" He leaned down, their height difference apparent as he bent down to hear her better.

"Let's get those smoothies!" She spoke up, pointing at the stall; the poorly drawn cup was starting to look tempting.

It seemed the crowd was relentlessly loud, as Jeno gave her a confused look and again, asked, "what?"

She sighed in mild frustration. With her mind occupied with the smoothie, it didn't even register in her brain when she took his hand in her's, pulling him with all her weight across the mass of people.

This time, it was her hand tightly bound around his, her small fingers wrapped eagerly around the palm of his hand. He followed her helplessly, his arm tugged forward as he took large strides to keep up with her fast pace. She couldn't walk this fast before?

They finally reached the stall; she dropped his hand without a second thought, letting his hand fall down to his side. He stood quietly beside her as she scanned the small menu board taped to the front of the stall, trying his best not to think about the tingling feeling that lingered on the palm of his hand.

"Excuse me, sir, I'll have the peach smoothie, please—" she looked up at Jeno excitedly— "do you want anything?"

Jeno stepped forward and gave the man a polite smile. "I'll have the chocolate smoothie."

The man gave them a jovial smile before he started cutting up fruits and crushing blocks of ice. Jeno's eyes lingered on her. She stood patiently, waiting for the man, but he couldn't help notice her head slightly bobbing to the rhythm of the crowd, her eyes glued to every move the man made.

The man finally finished the smoothies, handing it to them as they paid for it. They were about to walk away when Ru suddenly stopped.

"Wait—" she turned around, taking the piece of paper with the address on it and presenting it to the vendor— "excuse me, but do you know where this place is?"

The man wiped his hands on his apron as he took a closer look at the paper.

"Ah, that one—" he nodded— "red window over there."

The two of them looked simultaneously at where the man pointed. Barely visible from across the street, Ru spotted a small store cramped just at the edge of an intersection. Though rather plain and unassuming, her eyes easily found the red-painted door frame and windows.

They thanked the man and made their way across the four-way street while sipping their drinks. Ru had gotten used to the rowdiness by now; she slipped in between people with ease, her eyes locked on the psychic store.

Finally, they were in front of the store. On top of the store was a large sign written in Mandarin, presumably the store's name. The paint on the walls were already cracked and fading, although she could tell they had recently tried to paint at least the doorframe and windows a bright red— it didn't really do much for the store.

For such a crowded environment, this store looked as dead as they come. People walked past it like it didn't exist; if Ru didn't know any better, she'd imagine there were some sort of force field around the store that pushed the people around it further from the store.

Jeno walked up to one window, taking a quick peek inside. "Pretty empty."

"Oh, wait, look—" Ru pointed.

There was a sign just by one window: a silhouette of a burger and a beverage, with a large, red slash over it.

"No drinks inside." Ru shook her half-finished peach smoothie at him.

Jeno took another peek in contemplation. "There's no one inside."

"The shopkeeper's gonna be there. I'll just finish my drink here." Ru plopped down on the curb in front of the shop.

He wanted to protest, but couldn't be bothered. He sat down next to her, shaking his head. "You're such a goody-two shoe."

She gave him a cheeky smile, her teeth clasped on the straw.

Together they sat, people watching as they slurped down the rest of their drink. Ru didn't think it'd be so hard to finish the entire cup, but she felt her stomach expand further and further as she swallowed the drink. Jeno was almost finished with his drink, taking small sips as his eyes jumped from person to person.

He didn't even notice her glancing at him; she traced the outline of his lips with her eyes, the natural yet subconscious pout evident on his face. He always did it when he was distracted— pout.

It was the softest little pout she had ever seen on anyone— so tempting, so intriguing. Her eyes wandered to his; the secrets it hid behind, she wanted to know. His eyelashes were thick and long, giving his eyes an alluring charm.

She wanted to know.

"Jeno," she called suddenly, her straw still wedged in between her teeth.

His head snapped in her direction. "Mhm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

He furrowed his eyebrows skeptically, taking the final sip of his drink. "Shoot."

"Last week, when you guys almost fought with Jinwook..."

His face dropped; his jaw clenched.

"Jaemin, he uh—" she fought to keep her eyes on him even though she wanted to look away— "kinda told me about all your history with him. And his brother."

"He kept talking about a favor, and uh..."

Jeno looked away, taking in a sharp breath. God, maybe she shouldn't have asked. Her eyes started blinking in nervousness.

"You don't have to answer it if you don't want to—"

"No, it's not a big deal." He faced her, his eyes emotionless. "Jinkyu knew all about how I came into the system— about my dad. When he heard that my dad was only going to be sentenced to ten years with a chance of parole, he offered his help, told me he could get him to stay for longer."

Jeno shook his head subtly. "I wanted nothing to do with my dad, so I agreed. I don't know how Jinkyu did it or what he did for it, but my dad somehow ended up being sentenced thirty years with no chance of parole."

Oh. She looked down at her almost-finished peach smoothie silently. She didn't quite know why she was surprised. When he first told her about his mother's murder, she immediately assumed that prison was where his dad would be. But it felt different, hearing it come out of his mouth. It was like a bitter reminder, almost.

She bit her lips, not sure how to react. "Sorry."

She looked up and to her surprise, the stoic expression was gone. He shrugged nonchalantly. "Don't be. If I could have him sentenced for the rest of his life, I would."

She shot him an apologetic look, partially relieved that he wasn't mad.

He cleared his throat as he stood up. "Come on, let's go in."

They threw their cups into a nearby bin before finally entering the little shop. The little bell above them rang as they pushed open the door, and they stepped into the shop.

When the door closed behind them, it was like the crowd was muted. The hectic chinatown atmosphere faded into the background as Ru found herself in a new little world.

The room was so much dimmer and cooler than the brutal sun outside, with velvet curtains hanging on all sides of the wall. Rows of shelves held numerous little trinkets, many of which were unfamiliar to the two of them. In the centre of the room was a round table that displayed colorful gems and flashy tarot cards.

Ru looked over at the cash register. Nobody was there. Behind it was a door, slightly ajar. The shopkeeper must be back there; Ru reckoned the person could stay in there all day and it wouldn't really matter.

Next to it was a rotating bookshelf, and as Ru discovered, the entirety of the shelf showcased only one book: 'The Game of Chance: a Memoir'.

It finally dawned on her that she didn't quite know why they were here. Jeno was across the room, picking up a gem keychain off of a basket.

"So—" she walked over to him casually— "what are you looking at?"

He chuckled, lifting up a gem to show her. "Apparently this gem speeds up the Binding process between you and your soulmate so you could be Bound faster."

The bright teardrop-shaped opal gem hung motionlessly from his hand. She giggled at his comment, looking down at the collection of gems in the basket.

There were all sorts of colors and variations, each of them with a little tag that explained what the gem could do.

Who came up with these?, she wondered as she picked up a random, yellow stone.

She almost gagged. It was an irregular shape— probably the strangest one she could find. It was a rough textured, cylinder-like shape, and attached at the bottom of it were two big blobs of crystals protruding from its sides.

She tried so hard not to let her jaw drop to the floor. Do they not know this is shaped exactly like a...?

At that point, Jeno looked over at the gem in her hand. Just like telepathy, they both made eye-contact, their lips pursed in shock. A second later, they both burst out laughing, his nose scrunched in bewilderment.

Jeno took the gem from her hand, uncontrollable laughter now escaping his lips. Still in disbelief— and slight amusement— he opened its tag and they both read:

like the compass points due north let this crystal set forth your journey towards the beauty of spiritual re-unity

She shook her head, a wide grin forming on her face. Seriously?

She still couldn't believe the shape of the gem; how could nobody have realized while making this?

She read the tag again and scoffed. "Like the compass that points due north? More like due south—"

Eyes wide, she stopped mid-sentence, feeling awfully out of place that she had said that out loud.

Jeno, on the other hand, looked at her; his eyebrows were raised in pleasant surprise. "What did you just say?"

She shook her hand and looked away, burying her head into her hands as she tried hard not to burst into laughter again.

Beside her, Jeno nudged her in protest. "Say that again, you dirty—"

"Greetings, my dear soul searchers! Are you looking for anything in particular?"

The two of them jumped at the sudden voice, immediately dropping the gems back in its basket.

Before them was a lanky middle-aged woman, dressed in a silky patterned dress that reached her ankles. She wrapped herself in a concerning amount of dark scarves, her long nails digging into the fabric as she stared at them through her thick-rimmed glasses.

Ru gave the lady— who must be the shopkeeper— a kind smile. "Oh, no, we're just looking around, thank you."

She looked away on purpose, hoping the lady would do the same. However, she could still see from the corner of her eye that the lady remained. Ru gave the lady another glance, and was surprised to see she was actually approaching them.

The lady had her beady eyes on Jeno. He seemed to have noticed this as well; he plastered an awkward smile, his eyes avoiding her gaze.

It was safe to say the lady was mesmerized by him. She walked towards him with subtle steps, her arms slightly outstretched like she wanted to reach him. As soon as she was in front of him, she stopped. Her hands cupped his face in amazement. Maybe it was her glasses, but her eyes looked wide in fascination.

"Beautiful boy—" she studies his face, oblivious to the fact that she was touching a random stranger's face— "strong bones, pure skin. Your nose brings you fortune, my boy, and your eyes— wisdom!"

Ru bit her lower lip; she didn't know it could be so difficult to try not to laugh. Jeno's cheeks looked soft and squishy under the woman's grip.

All of a sudden, she let go. Her gaze switched towards Ru now; her abnormally large eyes looked at her like it were its own creature. Just like that, Ru's smile faded. The lady displayed a crooked smile, eyeing her up and down.

"You're not so bad yourself, darling. I believe if I focus enough energy, I ought to discover your fortunes."

What's that supposed to mean?

Before she could say anything, however, the lady grabbed ahold of Ru's arm, wrapping it around both her hands as she hugged it and pulled her in the direction of the back room. The lady gave Jeno a brief glance, not stopping. "Now, boy, you must come with her."

Ru turned around and gave Jeno an alarmed look. He merely shrugged, following closely behind her without saying another word.

The lady dragged her past the cash register and through the staff door, her arm still wrapped around Ru like a child hugging their favorite teddy bear.

Ru didn't know what she expected, but it definitely wasn't this. Through the door was a small room, the walls covered in the same velvet-like material that hung outside like curtains, only this time they covered every corner of the wall.

The room was cramped, big enough for only a single round, wooden table and a few cushioned seats. There was a shiny crystal ball sitting in the middle of the table, a variety of gems and tarot cards along with several wood-scented candles lit around the room.

Of course it's a reading room, she thought, wondering why she hadn't expected this before.

The lady finally let go of Ru and rushed to her seat at the further side of the table.

"Come, sit, children—" she gestured at the seats opposite her, waving her hands in what felt like an attempt at mysticism.

The two of them gave each other a very brief, yet very telling look before they sat down awkwardly. In front of her on the table was a name placard, presumably one that belonged to her. Esmeralda, it read— definitely a stage name.

Esmeralda put both her hands on the table, the palms of her hands opened, facing up. The room was silent for a moment; Esmeralda looked at the two of them, her eyebrows raised. "Come on— your hands, please."

"Oh—" Ru took her hand and placed it on top of her hand reluctantly; Jeno did the same.

Instantly, Esmeralda gripped both hands tightly, swaying them slowly on to the spot as she closed her eyes. Her hands were rough; Ru could feel the calluses on her palm.

Ru was tempted to look at Jeno because she knew for a fact that he was trying his absolute best not to laugh. However, she looked straight ahead, terrified that if she looked his way, she would burst into uncontrollable laughter and ruin everything for this poor lady.

Esmeralda started to sway herself, humming incoherent little tunes. With her eyes still closed, she started to whisper, "I feel it... the energy. From the moment you walked in, I felt the energy. Yes... yes, it's true."

She opened her eyes. "Two soulmates, re-united."

This time, Ru looked at Jeno and he was already looking at her. He raised his eyebrows at her, and she instantly understood what he was thinking— she's delusional.

Jeno cleared his throat, trying to play along; the lady looked at him, her eyes wide and lips slightly parted.

"But ma'am, how is that possible? I don't have a soul mark."

Esmeralda's eyebrows went rigid; her eyes shrunk a little, and it actually almost looked normal now. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

Oh god, this is so embarrassing for her.

Ru was waiting for her to stutter, to take back her words, or even kick them out but instead, she closed her eyes again, the dazed expression back on her face.

What was she doing?

"Of course, no soul mark... How fitting! The energy still prevails. I feel it, I can feel the energy. The story demands to be told."

Esmeralda opened her eyes and this time, she faced Ru.

"You, darling... You had a twin in the womb—" she nodded in confirmation— "Yes... But you swallowed dear Seoyeon before she had the chance to see the light of day."

What?

Did this lady just conjure up a fake sister for Ru and give her a name?

Esmeralda's eyes glided over to Jeno, causing him to lean back in apprehension. "Stripped... She was stripped of her birthright: re-unity with her soulmate."

"But of course—" Esmeralda shook her head in conspiracy, her eyes darted back to Ru— "you still have a piece of Seoyeon within you, which is why I felt the connection between the two of you."

Ru's lips were slightly parted in confusion. She must be joking.

Slowly, the lady let go of their hands, a solemn look on her face as it seemed like she was trying to focus on something. There was a weird moment of tranquility, almost like time was frozen.

Esmeralda looked up at the two of them and in all seriousness, said, "I can still feel the lingering aura, the prevalent energy begging to be brought forth. But with both your energies bouncing off of each other so magnificently, I'm afraid it makes it hard for me to further read your auras."

Ru sighed in relief, feeling the tension on her shoulders loosen. She anticipated her to draw an end to whatever it is they were doing, but Esmeralda crossed her arms, a certain intensity in her eyes. Now Ru was beginning to feel like they were far from over.

Esmeralda placed her hands on top of Ru's hand, causing her to flinch. The lady looked at Jeno and began to speak in a low tone, "I would like to further read this young lady's energy. Would you care to step outside for a moment?"

Jeno lifted his eyebrows skeptically, glancing at Ru.

It seemed that Esmeralda sensed the hesitation, because she continued, "don't worry, dear— you'll have your turn."

Her eyes continued to linger on Jeno, giving him no choice but to leave the room. He stood up, giving Ru a brief sucks-to-be-you kind of smile before he finally left the room.

Silence hung over the room once more as it was now just the two of them. Esmeralda's grip on Ru's hand tightened as their eyes connected. As much as Ru was weirded out, she found it very hard to break eye contact.

"I sense it... The strong connection you have towards that boy. You feel yourself yearning for him, your soul reaching out for him like two halves wishing to be whole, your primal instincts overpowering you, like two lovers wishing to bond in each others' naked embrace—"

Okay, what the f—

"—your chemistry raw, synchronized, eager to explode into a firework of passion. Am I right?"

Ru was speechless. What?

She struggled to register whatever hyperbolic symbolism this psychic was trying to sell.

"Um..."

Esmeralda's eyes looked eerily child-like, waiting for her response.

Oh, screw it.

"...I guess?"

A wide grin spread across Esmeralda's face. Ru regretted her answer immediately, watching the excitement and validation light up instantly on her face.

"Now, listen carefully, young lady. You must ignore the energy, ignore the instinct. Because you are not the master of these desires. I sense it— the foreign energy within you, small but powerful. You must know that it doesn't belong to you, but your deceased twin."

Oh, for god's sake—

Esmeralda's face remained stoic, almost hilariously so. How could she say that with such sobriety?

"Now, close your eyes."

At this point, Ru was in no capacity to even question the lady, so she obliged.

Again, Esmeralda began to speak in a sultry tone. "Relax your mind. Let the darkness sink in, but focus on the light. Let the light grow, let it spread. Your soulmate is calling, let it guide you."

Esmeralda squeezed her hand; Ru's palm started to feel sweaty.

"Listen for his voice, and feel as you slowly lose your inhibitions. In the core of your soul, you see him."

Strangely, the calm yet commanding voice drifted Ru to a bit of a trance. She sat with her eyes closed, her shoulders beginning to loosen.

"Now, what do you see? Explore his features— the shape of his nose, the gloss of his eyes. Yearn for it, reach for it..."

As Esmeralda continued to speak, Ru felt the voice slowly drift away, shutting it out completely.

Within her mindless daze, her thoughts wandered into a whimsical daydream.

Curious, brown eyes. Crescent like the moon, the way they fluttered when he spoke. Lips, red like cherry, the way they glistened when he licked his lips. The crinkle on his nose when he smiled, cheeks flushed.

She could trace the lines of his jaw with ease, feel the hollow shape of his collarbones. The curves on his arms; his hands— soft, warm. The mesmerizing sound of his deep voice, calming and alluring all the same.

The scent of peppermint; a bitter reminder that he's there, but out of reach.

"Miss?"

Ru's eyes shot open, her senses coming back to her like a rush of blood in her ears. Her eyes fluttered nervously as she stared back at Esmeralda.

"Do you see him? Can you picture your soulmate, dear?"

Ru was at a loss for words. A sudden realization hit her, quick like the prick of a finger— but it lingered.

She withdrew her hand from the lady's, rubbing them together in discomfort.

"No—" Ru snapped, looking down.

Before Esmeralda could say anything, Ru stood up from her chair.

"I'll, uh—" she gestured at the door awkwardly— "go get my friend for his turn."

She turned around, quickly walking away from the table and out through the staff door. The bright sunlight greeted her with a warm welcome as she stepped out of the stuffy back room, her eyes immediately searching for Jeno.

"How was it?"

Ru jumped on the spot; she looked to her left to find him leaning against the wall right next to the door.

She sighed in relief. His expression was curious, although he had a hint of anticipation etched in his eyes.

"Just get in," she chuckled, shaking her head as she playfully nudged him towards the room.

With that, he disappeared into the room, closing the door behind him.

She sighed once again, strolling aimlessly around the shop. She tried hard not to dwell on her imagination, but she couldn't ignore the thumping of her heart.

She knew he wasn't her soulmate— that was the whole point of all this, wasn't it? To help her figure out why her soulmate wasn't here with her yet, to figure out who it was.

She rounded back to the basket with the gems, absent-mindedly picking them up as she bit her lips.

She had been so preoccupied trying to find her soulmate, but she never once thought to wonder what he would look like, what he would be. It was only when Esmeralda urged her to picture him, that she did.

Well, she didn't, though— she pictured Jeno.

Her mind trailed back to her image of him, back in the reading room. As soon as she did, however, the image shattered into a million pieces as it hit her— he doesn't belong to her.

Someday, her real soulmate would finally find her, and that person won't have his smile, his shy chuckles, his mysterious presence.

It won't be him.

Her jaw clenched in bitter frustration. She knew this— this wasn't a newfound revelation, so why does it feel like this?

Why does it feel like she's actually lost a soulmate? What did she expect, really? For it to be him waiting on the other end? Maybe she has lost her mind—

"Why are you holding the dong?"

She snapped out of her internal dilemma, whipping her head to the left. Jeno stood there, looking at her with a puzzled— yet slightly amused— look on his face.

Only then did she realize she had been twirling the suggestive piece of gem around her hands, too deep in her thought to have realized.

Without missing a beat, she looked at him, gem still in hand.

"Oh, don't be so crass—" she narrowed her eyes at him, waving the gem in front of him— "and his name is Mr. Shlong."

It must've taken him by surprise; he let out a breathy laugh, his shoulders shaking as he scrunched his nose— "god, that was so bad."

Ru giggled in response, partially glad that she made him laugh. "Hey! You laughed—"

"Well, that was a transformative session, wasn't it?"

Their laughing ceased gradually, and Ru quickly dropped the gem back in the basket as they turned to see Esmeralda walking out of her reading room. She approached them with a certain sway. In her hands were two brightly-animated tarot cards.

She handed one tarot card to Jeno— "for spiritual empowerment."

She looked at Ru, handing the remaining card. "This will help you expand that light within you."

Though she felt awkward, she had to admit that it was a nice gesture.

"Thank you," Ru gave her a sincere smile.

"Of course! They're free for first-timers," Esmeralda chuckled.

"Oh!" Esmeralda held up a finger, gesturing for them to wait as she shuffled across the room. She took a book from the shelf by the cash register before she came back to them.

She handed Ru the book she had seen earlier. "Here you go, darling. For you guys, it's free!"

Ru laughed nervously, taking the book almost hesitantly. With that, they both thanked her and walked quietly out of the store and back out into the busy commotion that Ru had almost forgotten about. They took a path around the side, avoiding the crowd.

As they walked, Ru flipped the book to read the blurb on the back. She noticed that on the book was a price sticker, crossed about three times to display a new discounted price.

She couldn't help but snort. Esmeralda was something else.

"What did the lady talk to you about?" Jeno asked.

Ru looked straight ahead; frankly, she felt a little too sheepish to look at him. "Nothing that crazy. She, um, just asked me to visualize my soulmate or something, let the image form in my head."

She looked at him. "What about you?"

"That woman's convinced your twin is my soulmate. She kept talking about it, for a second I was convinced you had one— you don't, right?"

Ru let out a hearty chuckle, shaking her head. "No!"

He laughed in return, the wrinkle on his nose apparent under the bright sun.

"She messed up that first time, assuming we were soulmates. After that, it's just her trying to convince us she's legit. She kept insisting we were connected."

Ru laughed, but this time, she felt a little weight on her chest. She watched the way his lips move so subtly when he talked, and she felt a knot form in her stomach.

"I don't know—" Ru shrugged dismissively, looking down— "maybe she has a point."

Jeno looked down at her, his eyebrows furrowed in total bewilderment. "You're joking."

She looked up and laughed at his shocked expression. "No, seriously! I mean, obviously she's crazy— nice, but crazy."

There was a slight pause when she looked into his curious eyes.

"I know we're not soulmates—" she didn't think it'd be so hard to say that sentence out loud; she took a deep breath, trying her best not to let it show.

"But maybe us meeting wasn't really a coincidence. Maybe the reason my soulmate's missing has something to do with why you don't have one."

Jeno's face became stoic, his little pout showing as he pondered the thought. "Maybe."

He looked straight ahead, but her eyes remained on him.

It was true that her soulmate was out there, waiting for her to find him. She knew this.

But god, she wanted so badly for it to be him.

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chapter thirteen.

Ever since that visit to the psychic store, Ru couldn't stop thinking about her soulmate— or more specifically, how Jeno wasn't.

She tried not to, distracting herself with school and hanging out with Jia and Chohee. Mostly, she had been avoiding it— and him, for that matter.

Although, she didn't really have to put much effort into the latter; she hasn't had the chance to talk to him ever since that day.

They always seemed to miss each other; whenever she was having lunch, he was either in the court playing basketball or downstairs by the mini mart. She had been busy with extra projects, so she would stay back after school and he'd leave early on his own, for god-knows-what reason.

Today, she had more assignments that kept her in school for another hour and a half. Jaemin offered to wait for her, but she knew she couldn't have him wait that long so now she found herself walking home alone.

She was pleasantly surprised to see that the sun was still bright out; it felt like she had been cooped up in school for several hours.

She tapped on her phone absent-mindedly, her eyes darting back to the time every once in a while. It seemed she still had some time before the sun would set. It didn't really mean anything to her, however, so she marched on in the direction of the Choi's.

The city ambience, the traffic and the chatter had become a little bit like tradition to her. She was so used to it that it blended into the back of her mind. The road back home had also become another natural routine. Past the little shops, busy markets and quiet houses until finally— home.

It had been a long day, that's true, but a part of her didn't want to go home yet. Her heart was tugging at her, and her feet itched to move.

In the peaceful silence, her eyes wandered to her bedroom window on the side. The roof below it sat in a fixed position, the orange tiles faded with time.

In her mind, she pictured it: him, crouched outside her window, the hood above his head. The knocks on her window, she could hear clearly. Another adventure awaits, just beyond the window.

A hopeless sigh escaped her lips; she shook her head and looked away. She couldn't fathom why, but her legs kept walking. Back up the street she just came from, through the corner and past the convenience store.

Her eyes glazed lazily over the bright, green and purple neon sign above the convenience store. Where was she even going? She didn't have a plan. All she knew was that she didn't want to be alone.

Actually, no, scratch that— she wanted to be alone, but she just didn't want to be alone with her thoughts.

She pulled out her phone from the pocket of her bag, instinctively looking through her contact list. It wasn't a long list, so she found herself scrolling up and down numerous times in a daze. She finally decided on texting Jia, just to see what's up. She wrote:

Ru: Hey, are you busy?

Did that sound weird? Why was she even texting Jia, it's not like she had anything to say to her—

Ding!

Jia replied:

Jia<33 : Nopeee

Jia<33 : What's up?

Uh... She stared at her phone, unsure how to reply.

How does she explain that she potentially likes someone but couldn't be with them because she is already tethered to her soulmate, but that soulmate is someone else. Oh, and that soulmate is also nowhere to be found.

She rolled her eyes. This is ridiculous— forget about it. She texted Jia back on a whim:

Ru: Do you wanna hang out?

She waited for a few seconds, and got an immediate text back from Jia, agreeing to hang out. She sighed in relief; maybe Jia could help her get out of her mind. A few moments after, Jia sent a location— a cafe— where they should meet up. At the end of the text, Jia signed it with:

Jia<33 : See you soon, cutie ;)

Ru smiled at the text. She stuffed her phone into her pocket, suddenly feeling very much excited about the mini date.

Walking felt a little more relaxing; the skies were a subtle orange now, the sounds of distant traffic somehow soothing. She walked and walked, blended in with the city ambience. Before she knew it, she found herself standing in front of the cafe.

She entered the cafe to find that Jia hadn't arrived yet, so she picked a corner that was vacant and sat down. She didn't have to wait for long before Jia came walking through the cafe doors. Ru waved her hand in the air so that Jia could notice her.

Her hand caught Jia's attention; she flashed a cheeky smile and skipped in her direction.

"Hey there," Jia greeted in a sweet tone.

Ru smiled in return, patting the seat next to her. "Come sit."

Jia sat next to her on the sofa, her luscious hair tucked neatly behind her ear.

"Should we order?" Ru asked.

"Let's just wait for the others."

The others? "Is Chohee coming?"

"Oh, no she couldn't come; she has some sort of family gathering—" Jia tilted her head— "aren't the boys coming?"

"Oh—" Ru raised her eyebrows, feeling slightly sheepish. She thought that this was going to be just the two of them; she didn't know Jia thought differently.

"I didn't invite the boys, actually."

"Ah—" Jia's shoulder slumped ever so slightly, but it was gone as soon as it came— "no worries, then, we can just order now."

Ru felt slightly awkward all of a sudden, but she tried to shake it off. Together, they stood up and walked towards the line at the counter.

"Hey, actually—" Jia gave Ru an apologetic look—"I can't stay for long, my dad's gonna need me soon. Is it okay if we take this to go?"

Ru nodded immediately, giving Jia a reassuring smile— "of course, yeah. I don't actually want anything, so you just go ahead and order."

Jia gave her a bright smile as they finally made it to the front of the line. Ru stood by Jia as she ordered a complicated drink she couldn't be bothered to try and understand, specifying that it was a take away.

After Jia paid, they walked back to their seats, plopping down on the sofa next to each other.

"So," Jia began, her head slightly leaning to the side, "why'd you wanna hang out?"

"Oh, nothing, really— it's fun hanging out with you guys."

Jia gave her a cheeky smirk, in which Ru returned with a slightly giggly smile. It was true, though. Hanging out with Jia and Chohee had been the highlight of her days, besides being with the boys, of course. They spent a lot of their after-school time hanging out at cafes, visiting karaoke rooms just for the sake of it.

"Hey, I actually have something to tell you—" Jia shifted in her seat, facing Ru.

Ru raised her eyebrows, her lips curving in anticipation.

"Alright, so please don't laugh, cause I know this is stupid—" Jia fiddled with her fingers, looking down with a silly grin on her face.

What was she going to say? Ru didn't realize but she inched closer towards Jia, excited to hear more.

"I, uh—" Jia looked up, the light shining perfectly on her bright eyes—" actually like someone."

What? The Jia finally likes someone? Ru burst into an excited giggle, letting out a little squeal. She didn't quite know where that came from; she was hoping Jia would be too occupied with her situation to bother making fun of her weird squeal.

"I know, it's stupid—" Jia shook her head, looking down again.

Ru interjected. "What— no, it's not, tell me about it!"

Jia looked up and smiled, before her lips curved into an 'o' shape in new excitement. "Also, I know Chohee's gonna kill me for telling you, but she's got her eye on someone too."

What? Chohee, too?

"You guys!" Ru teased, lightly nudging Jia. "Now you're making me feel left out!"

They both laughed, Ru's curiosity for these boys growing even bigger. "So, who is it?"

"Oh, but please don't laugh," Jia pouted dramatically.

"Why would I laugh? I get to know who finally caught your attention."

"Alright..." Jia took a deep breath.

"It's Jeno."

The stupid grin was wiped off of Ru's face. She felt her shoulders tense and for some reason, her neck started to feel hot. Her heart felt heavy; all she could think to do was stare blankly as her heart started to thump at an irrational speed.

"Oh, it's stupid, isn't it?" Jia looked concerned, her eyes looking slightly sad.

Ru managed to shake herself out of her little stupor. "What— no! Of course not, why would it be? He's a really cool guy—"

God, why was she still talking?

"—and honestly, you guys would look good together!"

Oh, just shut up!

"Really?" Jia's slight pout was now turned into a relief smile. "Aw, Ru, you're such a cutie. Also, seriously, Chohee's gonna freak out that I'm telling you this, but she likes Donghyuck."

...Seriously?

"At first I was a bit worried that she liked Jeno, too, but then she told me yesterday that it's Donghyuck she likes."

Ru was speechless. "Wow..."

"I know! Actually the reason why I'm telling you is also because I kinda need your help."

Ru felt her heart deflate a little.

"My help?"

"Yeah, could you help us out and set something like a double date for the two of us?" She made puppy eyes as her lips curved into a childish pout— "I know you guys are super close to each other."

Oh god, no.

Ru chuckled nervously. "What? We're not that close— and besides, you guys are friends too, why don't you ask them? I'm sure they would like that."

She hoped to God he wouldn't.

"I knooow," Jia groaned, "but I'm still super shy around them and I don't want to come off too strong in front of them, you know? Maybe you could pretend to invite them to a hangout and then let the four of us have a double date, how does that sound?"

Ru spaced out. Before she even realized, she was replying, "yeah, of course!"

A bright grin spread across Jia's face. "Yay! Thank you so much, Ru, you're just the best, really!"

Ru smiled, but that was only to cover whatever she was feeling underneath. What in the world did she just agree to? She didn't quite know what to feel, but all she knew was that she didn't really want to be in this cafe anymore.

She jolted up from her seat, not quite sure how to play things out from here. "I, um— I kinda have to go, actually. I'll talk to you soon!"

Jia seemed a bit taken aback, but it didn't last long; she nodded her head with a satisfied grin on her face.

Ru didn't waste another second; she nodded awkwardly, turning around and taking quick steps out of the cafe. The streets weren't as busy as they were before she entered the cafe, but she still felt claustrophobic, like the people around her were closing in on her.

Well, it's safe to say that she has it down bad for him. She groaned in frustration. What was she even doing? She tried her best to ignore the heat in her chest— it truly felt like it was on fire.

She bit her lip subconsciously, marching through the peaceful passersby with her thoughts running like bullet trains through her head.

But seriously, of all people, did it have to be him? She could picture it already: the two of them, hunched under a tree with the beautiful view of the city landscape somewhere, his jacket draped over her because it's raining and they didn't bring an umbrella.

Alright, maybe that was a little too dramatic— she's only asking for a double date. But regardless, Ru felt a knot in her chest she wanted so badly to untangle, but didn't know how to.

She hated the thought of them together; she wanted to be mad at Jia, but how could she? She's feeling the same thing Ru was feeling.

Why? was all she could muster up in her head as she walked past a crosswalk towards her neighborhood. She was still trying to come to terms with the fact that he wasn't her soulmate, that she shouldn't even have feelings for him— she didn't think she'd have to see him with someone else.

She slowed down, finally coming down to a halt just at the entrance of her neighborhood.

Shut up, Ru, she scolded herself.

Stop thinking. Stop thinking about him, stop thinking about your soulmate, just stop.

Maybe it was her desperation to forget about it, maybe it was her anger, but in a split second decision, she broke into a sprint. She dashed down the street past the trusty convenience store, letting the house blur down on her peripherals as she rushed to her house.

She didn't stop there; she burst into the house (although she had a moment of panic, hoping none of the Chois caught that) and ran up the stairs into her bedroom.

She shut the door behind her, plopping onto the floor dramatically. Her lungs were on fire now, her legs wobbly. Maybe this was a sign that she needed to exercise more.

She groaned, ignoring the thought.

No, this was a sign that she just wanted some sleep.

Hopelessly drained, she curled into a fetal position on the floor by her bed. The hard, wooden floor cooled her down and she let each deep breath lull her into an uncomfortable, yet much needed nap.

⭒⭒⭒

The first thing she felt was the deep pumping of her heart against the hardwood floor. The only thing she could hear was her husky breathing, her body sprawled across the floor in an awkward position.

Feeling slightly disoriented, she sat up from the ground, rubbing her eyes in circular motions. Her room was dark now; all the lights were off, the skies outside were glum. However, she noticed that her door was now slightly ajar, the dim yellow light seeping in a thin, straight line.

As soon as her heart quieted down, she finally noticed another soft, subtle noise repeating itself— sniffles.

She looked across her room and her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

By the door to spot a boy huddled in the corner, his knees clutched closely to his chest. It took her a second, but she finally recognized him as Dabin. A feeling of relief washed over her for a second, but it was soon replaced with concern.

Still on the floor, she crawled her way to him in the dark.

"Hey," she whispered, placing her hand gently on his shivering shoulder, "are you okay, Dabin?"

He didn't answer; he continued to sniffle, his head buried into his arms.

"Dabin?" she whispered again, tilting her head downwards in an attempt to glimpse his face.

At that moment, Dabin looked up and quickly wrapped his arms around Ru's neck, sobbing into her shoulders. It took her by surprise; she was almost knocked backwards from his sudden hug.

"Woah, Dabin—" she gasped, hugging him back in alarm— "what's wrong?"

The longer he cried, the harder his body shook. Ru could tell he was trying his best to hold it in, but it must've been really hard for him because he continued to cry into her shoulder.

"Mom—" Dabin hiccuped, trying his best to control his breathing— "mom is sick, I think she's very sick."

Ru's breathing became shallow and she sat there in silence, waiting for more words to come out of his mouth.

"She has a tumor."

She felt her whole body ice up, the feeling of instantaneous cold enveloping her as she sat on the ground, a crying boy in her arms.

She held her breath in shock. Mrs. Choi: such a warm person, with such a unique smile, full of life and full of questions. She didn't dare think it, but what would life be like without Mrs. Choi?

She felt a wave of guilt surge through her; all those times Mrs. Choi had been so nice to her, constantly asking questions, all her efforts to be part of Ru's life. Ru was always irritated by it, feeling as though she was just a charity case, but what would she be now without it?

In her silence, Dabin's crying grew louder. She forced herself not to dwell on the guilt— she needed to comfort him.

"Hey—" she pulled herself away from him, just enough that she could see his face— "don't you worry about it, okay? Your mom will be just fine, because she's strong."

He looked at her, the innocence barely holding on in the tears threatening to fall down. There was a slight pause, then he whispered, "but what if—"

"—No," Ru interrupted, her voice cracking slightly, "no buts, no what ifs. Just focus on how strong your mom is, okay? You have to believe in her, because that gives her strength."

The pout on Dabin's face was short of devastating. He sniffed once more, and then nodded silently.

Ru plastered a reassuring smile. "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"

This time, he nodded much more quickly.

She smiled as she got up. "I'll go make something for you, alright? You can stay here if you want."

He nodded, still sitting cross-legged on the floor as he wiped away his tears with the long sleeves of his sweater.

She took quick steps down the stairs and towards the kitchen. She opened one cabinet after the other, re-checking the fridge about three times before she realized she didn't really know how to cook anything.

Damn it, she muttered to herself as she continued to search through shelves.

She finally landed on a big pack of instant ramens. She paused for a moment, then shrugged.

This'll do.

She opened two packets and dropped it into a pot, letting the water boil. It didn't take long for the noodles to finish cooking; she poured them into two separate bowls and placed them on a tray.

Hm. She quickly circled back to the snack cabinet, taking a few packets of marshmallow-filled chocolate pies and a packet of seaweed. She placed them neatly on the tray, looking at it with somewhat of a satisfied look on her face.

She was just about to head out of the kitchen when she started hearing a soft cry.

Was Dabin crying again?

Her eyebrows furrowed.

The sound seemed like it was coming from the hallway, though.

She peeked into the hallway right by the kitchen, where the bathroom, living room and parent's bedroom would be. As she tiptoed into the hallway, the crying got louder. She creeped slowly towards the noise until she found herself a few steps away from the slightly opened parents' bedroom.

There she was: Mrs. Choi, sitting at the end of her bed, her head buried in her hands and shoulders shaking. Beside her was Mr. Choi, solemn as he placed his hand on her back, rubbing circles.

Ru wanted to cry. Why did this have to happen to someone as kind as Mrs. Choi? Not that she wanted it to happen to anyone else, but of all people—

"Ru? What's taking so long?"

She flinched, turning to find Dabin standing at the end of the hall. He walked towards her lazily, trying to get a peek at what she made.

She gave Mrs. Choi one brief look before turning to Dabin.

"Here you go—" she passed him the tray gently— "why don't you go in there and share this with your parents? They must be hungry, too."

He nodded, taking the tray and slowly walking into the room. She watched as Mrs. Choi quickly wiped away her tears, forcing a smile for her son. Upon seeing the tray in his hands, it seemed both Mr. and Mrs. Choi were momentarily distracted; Dabin sat down next to his mother as Mr. Choi ruffled his son's head playfully.

She didn't even realize when Mr. Choi looked up in her direction; she suddenly felt like she was imposing on a family moment.

As she was about to turn away, Mr. Choi gave her a quick, grateful smile.

She returned the smile, feeling a tear build up in her eyes.

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chapter fourteen.

"Are you okay?"

"Huh?" Ru looked up to Donghyuck staring at her.

"Are you okay?" He chuckled, "you've been quiet all day."

She shook her head dismissively— "yeah, no, I'm fine."

Ru wasn't exactly fine, but what else could she have said? She tried to focus on the board, but it must've looked like she was just staring at it; Donghyuck leaned closer to her, whispering so the teacher wouldn't catch them.

"Are you sure? Jaemin bought you that strawberry jelly drink you like so much and you didn't even drink it."

She tore her gaze from the teacher, giving him a funny look. Was it that obvious?

She chuckled, "yesterday was just a weird day, is all."

"Well—" he shrugged— "today's not yesterday anymore, you know? So if it's still bothering you, it must be more than just a weird day."

Her eyes were stagnant on him, her mind slowly wandering away.

"You can talk to me about it, if you want."

His little smile pulled her back, and she couldn't help but smile back.

She was upset about Jia's sudden confession. But after what she found out at home, she felt guilty feeling bad about something as silly as that.

She looked down at her textbook, fiddling with its pages.

"My foster mom—" she uttered softly, glancing at him— "we found out yesterday that she has a tumor."

Donghyuck's eyes widened.

"Jeez, Ru—" he sat back on his chair, rubbing the back of his head— "that's more than just a weird day, that's terrible."

"Yeah," Ru sighed. "Now I kinda wish I drank that jelly."

Donghyuck chuckled silently, leaning closer to her again. He glanced briefly at the teacher to make sure she wasn't looking their way, before he whispered, "let's just ditch school after this."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "What?"

"Yeah, I'll buy you the jelly downstairs and we can all just walk around."

She looked at him incredulously. "ditch school? We still have half the day to go!"

"You're not gonna die from missing out one day of school," Donghyuck pointed out like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Besides, you need it."

She bit her lips and stared at the board... She had never ditched school before.

She watched as the teacher continued to write on the board, the endless words spilling on the board like scattered, illegible letters.

It's not like she could focus if she stayed.

"Fine," she conceded, "but we're not making this a habit, okay?"

Donghyuck flashed her a cheeky grin, giving her a small salute. "You got it, ma'am."

She rolled her eyes playfully; a little smile lingered on her face.

⭒⭒⭒

The hallways were always packed with students during recess time. Ru stayed close to Donghyuck as they walked down the stairs, jostled in between other students also rushing to get to the courtyard.

Donghyuck stuffed his phone into his back pocket just as they reached the bottom of the stairs.

"I just texted Jaemin and Renjun to meet us by the mini mart. Meanwhile, we'll get you that jelly you really want—" he squished her cheeks.

She swatted his hand away, nudging him playfully on the ribs. However, she stopped midway. "Wait, what about Jeno?"

"Oh—" Donghyuck shrugged— "he's not in school today."

Oh? "Why isn't he in school?"

"I don't know, he was kinda sick last night. It's those headaches again. You have no idea how cranky he was this morning, I just told him to skip school," Donghyuck explained, "he's scary when he's cranky."

Oh. She forgot about the headaches he used to get. Well, technically he still gets them.

She felt a sudden, hollow feeling in her stomach. She couldn't believe she was bummed that he didn't tell her, which was stupid in itself. Why should he have told her?

Even worse, she was upset that she didn't know. She couldn't have known, but she wanted to. She couldn't believe she was thinking it, but she wanted that aching pain on her chest, even if it meant she knew.

She took a deep breath, letting reality sink. Even if she did feel anything at all, it wouldn't be because of him. It would be because of her soulmate.

"Hey, we could buy Jeno some snacks, see if he feels better," Donghyuck suggested, pulling Ru out of her own thoughts.

Ru smiled. "Yeah."

They stopped by the mini mart just by the courtyard and like Donghyuck promised, he bought her a jelly drink, along with other snacks they thought the others might want. As he laid out the snacks on the counter, Ru waited behind him, tapping incessantly on her phone.

Maybe Jeno felt better already, so there's no need to check up on him... But what if he's still sick in bed? It would be nice to receive a message when you're not feeling well.

Ru contemplated, her thumbs hovering over her phone's keyboard.

"Hey—" Ru looked up from Donghyuck's voice— "can you text Jeno, ask him if he's feeling better?"

"Oh, u-um—" she stuttered, but he was still too busy with the snacks to notice— "okay."

She typed out a quick sentence, sending it before she thought too much of it.

Ru: Hey, I heard you're not feeling well. Are you okay?

The message delivered.

No answer.

She scoffed internally; it's literally been a few seconds, of course he hasn't answered. She dropped her phone into her backpack just as Donghyuck finished paying for the food. The two of them walked out, a jelly drink in Ru's hand and a small lollipop in Donghyuck's.

Students were scattered across the courtyard, some girls sitting at a corner watching boys play basketball. Ru remembered when her school was just an all-girls school; the courtyard was always much more quiet then.

"So," Ru asked in between sips, "how are we going to sneak out?"

"There's this hole on a wall behind the school, and it's covered with a bunch of these metal sheets. I don't know if the teachers even know they exist, but nobody watches the place."

She raised her eyebrows, impressed. She's been here for four years now, but has never heard of this hole. They've only been relocated to this school for a few months and they've already found it?

"How did you even find it? I've been here so much longer than you and I didn't even know you could sneak through the back of the building."

Donghyuck laughed. "Yeah, that's because you're not looking. A quick getaway's the first thing we always look for in new places."

Why, of course. It was easy to forget how delinquent they were.

Her eyes wandered mindlessly as she sipped the last bit off her jelly drink. She waited for the familiar faces of Jaemin and Renjun, but as she looked into the courtyard, she spotted another set of familiar faces: Jia and Chohee.

Her eyes widened, the memory of yesterday flashing in her mind. They were talking casually amongst themselves as they walked slowly— but surely— in her direction.

"Hey—" she started pulling at Donghyuck's sleeve— "let's just go to the back first, they'll catch up with us."

"What?" Donghyuck looked at her, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Yeah—" she nodded, trying not to sound too rushed— "if the four of us went to the back together, it'd look too suspicious."

He pouted for a moment, but with her subtle nudging, he shrugged. "I mean, we do it all the time but I guess you have a point."

She nodded again, barely hearing what he said as she pushed him towards the building and away from Jia and Chohee. She didn't even realize, but soon she was dragging him. It didn't take them long, but the sound of the crowd began to fade away and they were finally at a deserted section of the school.

She sighed, finally coming to a halt. Yes, she felt bad avoiding them like that, but she really didn't have the energy to think about the favor she promised them. She really hoped they'd just forget about it, however unlikely it may be.

She finally took in her surroundings: a few broken tables and chairs were piled on a corner by the building wall. The walls enclosing the school were tall and undisturbed, and just like Donghyuck told her, a tattered metal sheet leaned against one section of the wall.

"I guess it isn't that hard to sneak out, huh?"

"It's a piece of cake, really," Donghyuck shrugged as he pulled his phone out of his pocket— "anyway, I'll text them to meet us at the court, it's better than waiting for them here."

"The court?" Ru asked, her head tilted slightly.

"Yeah, we always just chill there when we sneak out."

Ru couldn't really imagine 'chilling' at a basketball court, but at this point she just wanted to be anywhere but school.

"Alright—" Donghyuck put his phone back in his pocket, walking right up to the metal sheets he described earlier. He lifted the sheets slightly to reveal a big hole in the middle of the wall.

"Ladies first."

It was hard to see what was on the other side, but all she could see were overgrown grass. She crouched under Donghyuck's arm that was holding the metal open for her and slowly, she crawled out through the hole.

Her feet planted firmly on the ground below her and she felt the tall grass tickle her feet. Behind the school seemed to be an empty plot of land, covered with an ocean of unkempt plants and weeds. Not far off where the plot of land ends, an empty road stretches out towards the corner and out of view.

She could hear the slight shuffling behind her; Donghyuck finally crawled out of the hole. They walked carefully through the tall grass until they finally reached the side of the road.

It was mostly silent as they walked, until Donghyuck broke the silence.

"So... How are you feeling?"

"Um..." She kicked the tiny rocks beneath her feet. "I don't know, really."

"Are you close with them? You know—" he looked at her and bobbed his head lightly— "your host family."

She bit her lip in contemplation. "Honestly, I've only ever seen them as people I share a house with. But after yesterday, it's like... I know them, you know? And they know me. That must be worth something, right?"

She looked over at Donghyuck, who nodded back in consolidation.

She swallowed the lump on her throat. "I want her to be okay."

He put one arm around her, pulling her close to him as he rubbed her shoulder. "She'll be okay, you just have to believe it."

She hugged him back. It wasn't much of a reassurance, but it was nice to have a hug.

She pulled away gently from his embrace, nudging him playfully. "Look at you, being such a sweet boy and all."

"Shut up—" he rolled his eyes, a cheeky grin evident on his face; Ru could swear she glimpsed a slight rosy tint color his cheeks.

Before they knew it, they finally rounded a corner and were greeted by the sight of a big basketball court. Unlike the other basketball court Ru's been to before, this court had no barrier net. The court was bright and empty; it was certainly much cleaner, too.

There was a thick collection of trees right next to one side of the court, with little benches placed nicely on either side of the area. They walked towards the bench closer to the trees to get a good, shady spot to chill.

"Alright—" Donghyuck plopped himself on the bench— "which snack shall we eat first?"

He dumped the snacks on the spot beside him as Ru found herself a comfortable spot on the ground, taking off her bag next to her. They didn't waste another second before diving into their snacks, too eager to even wait for the others to arrive.

Unnoticed by Ru, the odd beating on her chest steadily subsided; the warm breeze and delicious snacks brought her out of her own head. She looked over at Donghyuck— it seemed like he was enjoying himself just fine.

"Hey, so—" Donghyuck crunched on a big bite of chips— "you and Jeno have been spending a lot of time together, huh?"

Her heart skipped a beat.

"Well, yeah—" she cleared her throat— "I guess."

"You know, if I didn't know better, I'd think you two were, like, soulmates."

There it was again! Her heart...

She tried to mask her nerves by chucking a snack at him.

"Hey—" Donghyuck blocked it from hitting his face, chuckling.

Ru looked down. "It would be easier if he were, though."

There was a brief pause, but Donghyuck continued, "trust me, though, once your soulmate shows up I can guarantee you'll forget you ever thought Jeno was your soulmate."

She sighed. Hopefully, that was the case. At this moment, she couldn't even fathom it.

Her thoughts started to slip through the cracks of doubt, so much so that she didn't even notice Donghyuck pick up a large rock littered on the ground next to the bench.

"Ru, get up." Donghyuck instructed her suddenly, his tone so much deeper.

"What—" she looked up and finally saw his face.

His eyes were steely and alert, one hand behind his back and the other balled into a fist. She stood up immediately, heat spreading through her body in alarm. She barely had time to look at what's causing his apprehension before Donghyuck pulled her behind him.

Then she finally spotted them— six guys walking towards them at an alarmingly fast pace. They were all wearing uniforms— presumably from another school— but the way they were wearing them, you'd need a double take: collars up like thugs, sleeves rolled in a pompous manner, ties hanging loosely around their necks.

There was a tense silence when they finally approached them. The one in the center stood a little higher than the rest of the boys; he was tall, his messy hair greasy under the sun. He had this permanent scowl on his face like he just smelled shit nearby.

"Well, this is a rare sight." The one in the center spoke with smug lips. "Where're your buddies at?"

Donghyuck stared straight at him. "They're coming."

The boy smirked a little too confident for Ru's liking. His finally flickered in her direction, and the smirk grew into a malicious grin. "And who's this chick?"

His question was met with silence.

"Come on, Donghyuck, introduce her, why don't you?" The boy stepped forward slowly.

Donghyuck's hand reached for her, pulling her closer behind him. She didn't know what to do; her eyes peaked tensely from over his shoulder.

The boy started to chuckle; other kids behind started snickering along to him.

"Don't worry... I won't bite."

Donghyuck scoffed and this time, he took the step forward until they were face-to-face.

"Are you that desperate for another beating?" Donghyuck questioned, his eyes narrowed.

The boy kept his stance, his smirk ever so apparent on his face.

Donghyuck's voice turned into a low growl, a challenging look now plastered on his face. "We fucked you up once, we'll do it again."

"Don't start acting all smug now, your shit friends are nowhere to be seen! Actually..." the boy paused, raising his hand in conclusion. "Maybe now's a perfect time to teach you a lesson."

He took a quick step towards Donghyuck again, this time grabbing him by the collar.

Ru gasped as she was shoved slightly from the boy's force on Donghyuck. She grabbed onto the back of his uniform in apprehension.

What the hell do they do now?

That's when she finally noticed the rock on his hand. He held a tight grip on the rock, the rough surface of it dangerous to the touch. Something told her that she should take a step back and away from the rock.

"You think you're all high and mighty, maybe it's time someone made you think twice." The boy spoke, barely above a whisper.

"Well—" Donghyuck adjusted his shoulders— "I don't really have to be all high and mighty to do this."

"What?"

In a flash, Donghyuck swung his hidden hand as hard as he could, the jagged surface of the rock making brutal contact with the boy's face. He immediately stumbled backwards and down to the ground.

She couldn't even register the scene before her when Donghyuck took her hand, pulling her in the opposite direction and into the trees.

Before she knew it, she was running.

Her breaths were shallow as they sprinted, tree after tree. She could hear the harsh shuffling behind her; she didn't need to turn around to know that they were all hot on her trail.

"YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!" She could hear a vague voice scream somewhere in the collection of trees.

It didn't take them long, but they were finally out of the trees. She no longer had any idea where they were. They were met with a tiny stretch of road, with a few shops lined up on one side.

They didn't take a second to catch their breaths as they ran down the street in a direction she didn't recognize. She followed him until they reached a main road. Looking back once, she saw that they were gaining in on them.

She could only barely glimpse the blood trickling on the thug's head before she was whisked into the crowd of the busy road.

Donghyuck's hand never let go of her's, pulling her through crowds and occasionally shoving people to get through. As fast as she felt like she was going, she could still hear the ruckus behind her; she knew they weren't going to back out anytime soon.

The longer they ran, the smaller the streets became. Gradually, the crowds started to thin out; he began to lead her through weird turns. After a dramatic few minutes, they found themselves in the midst of a few abandoned buildings.

"This way—" Donghyuck muttered.

He finally let go of her hand as they approached a run-down building; it looked like an old, abandoned apartment. They dashed up the stairs in the entrance, moving past one floor after the next.

When they finally ran out of stairs, he stopped moving, and she halted promptly behind him. Her breathing was ragged, her heart pumping right out of her chest.

Did they lose them?

It seemed like Donghyuck was trying to find out just that; his eyes stared into the space in concentration, trying to listen for noise.

It was silent. She listened for any unusual noises, but there was none.

Still afraid that they would get caught, she whispered, "are they gone?"

He looked at her, his eyes focused and alert. "I think so, but we have to wait—"

Clang!

Loud, clanging of metal caused her to flinch. Donghyuck didn't waste another second— he grabbed her hand again and led her down the dank hallway, past peeling wallpapers and rotting floorboards.

Along the hallways were about a dozen identical doors. He tried each one as they went, but they were all locked. She felt her stomach curl into a nauseating knot; at this rate, they'd be cornered and they'd beat him up real bad. Judging by their character, who's to say they wouldn't beat her up too? They looked like the type of boys who would beat up a girl—

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a clicking door. This one's unlocked!

They rushed inside, closing the door behind them. Even though they were completely hidden now, they instinctively crouched. Both of them were breathing hard, but were trying hard to minimize it.

"We can't stay here, they're gonna check every room and they'll find us unless we get out of here," he whispered.

"What do we do now?" Her voice came out raspy and dry, the panic obvious in her tone.

He didn't answer her. Instead, his eyes flicked towards the only window in the room. He stood up and looked out the window, before he finally turned to her.

"We'll go out through the window."

What?

"Are you crazy?" She hissed, trying her best to keep her voice down.

"Come on—" his hand reached out to her, gesturing for her to come— "there's a balcony on the building beside us, we'll jump."

"What? I can't jump buildings, Hyuck!" She whisper-screamed, her throat scratchy and dry now.

"Well, do you have a better idea?!" His eyes were wide in exasperation.

Before she could even respond, the sound of muffled footsteps shook the floor. They were getting closer.

She groaned. This can't be happening.

Donghyuck pulled the window upwards, sliding it open. "Just climb out of the window and jump to the balcony— it's lower so you should jump easily."

She was speechless. She peeked her head through the window to find another similar building right next to the one they were in. There was a balcony one floor lower, protruding out of the building.

Slowly, she slid her legs out of the window, securing them on the ledge before the rest of her body followed suit.

"Careful—" Donghyuck grabbed onto her arm as she wrapped her hands along the line of railing conveniently placed along the sides of the building.

She took timid steps, sliding her legs so that she could reach the edge of the building and closer to the balcony. Eventually, Donghyuck had to let go of her when she was too far out of reach.

"Alright, now jump, Ru!"

Oh, god.

Her eyes were blurred now. She knew it wasn't much of a jump, but in her panicked state, it felt like she was attempting a parkour stunt.

Thumping sounds grew louder, more violent. She looked over at Donghyuck to see that he wasn't looking at her anymore; he was looking inside in a frozen position. She wanted to ask him what was wrong but before she could even say anything, his body disappeared back into the building. The window shut quickly after.

Oh, hell no.

He wasn't going to leave her, was he?

She wanted to cry. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Alright. She has no choice but to jump. She let out a subtle breath, focusing her energy on the jump.

One...

Her heart was beating out of her chest. Ignore it.

Two...

A vague thump could be heard somewhere inside the building. Ignore it.

Three!

She mustered all of her strength and let go, pushing herself off the side of the building and towards the opened balcony.

The air rushed past her until she finally fell on the hard floor of the balcony. The wind was knocked out of her lungs as her body crashed harshly against the tiles. It took her a moment, but she finally regained her strength and stood up, dusting the tiny debris off of her clothes. She tried to ignore the subtle aching on her back. That's definitely going to bruise.

Her eyes lingered on the closed window. Where was he?

Where does she go from here? She stood, hopelessly confused. She wanted to call his name, but she knew she couldn't.

A sudden movement in the corner of her eyes caused her to look down. Her heart did a little somersault as she spotted two boys step out of the building she was just from, scanning the area eagerly.

She immediately ducked down, peaking out ever-so-slightly. She didn't even realize she was holding her breath, her chest constricted as she watched them stomp back into the building.

Shit, what should she do? Donghyuck's in there— she couldn't just leave him like that.

She retreated into the balcony door and luckily, it wasn't locked. She tiptoed through the room, making as little noise as possible as she walked out of the room and into the hallway. The building had almost an identical structure to the previous one, so Ru found herself navigating the place easily.

She found the stairs and took quick steps towards the ground floor. What in the world does she do now?

Walk out of the door and she would risk getting caught by them. Stay in the building and Donghyuck has a very good chance of getting caught by them. Fuck! She wasn't good at this at all.

She creeped towards the main door leading outside. The door wasn't shut all the way, so it was perfect for her to peek through. Her eyes adjusted to the bright sun that made its way through the crack of the door, and she spied for the thugs.

She almost yelped when a figure walked past her building; she shut her mouth with her hand, terrified that her irregular breathing would give her away.

Three boys met up just a few steps away from her, in perfect view from her hiding spot.

"We searched the building, we couldn't find them," one boy reported to the leader; the crimson tinge on his forehead was now dry.

"He's in there, search again—" his hands balled into a tight fist— "NOW!"

The other boys soon disappeared back into the first building. The infuriated boy stood there, pacing around like a hawk waiting for its prey.

How was she supposed to help Donghyuck like this?

She looked around frantically in search of any ideas. There was nothing around her except the debris and a few metal rods laying on the floor under the stairs. Her eyes furrowed in contemplation, her heart burning from nerves.

Maybe she could distract them. Yeah, she could do that— get them out of the other building. She took a deep breath as she picked up two metal rods. Her hands were shaking at this point; this was either a genius idea or a stupid one.

This could work.

She didn't know if she was just trying to convince herself, but it wasn't really working. Her eyes scanned the first floor of the building. Near the flight of stairs was a hallway that ended with another door, the tiny window on it allowing the sunlight to shine naturally on the dusty ground.

She just had to make sure she wasn't inside when the boys swarmed this building. Just create a diversion, then run out through the backdoor of the building.

She crawled back towards the crack of the door. The boy was still standing there, waiting.

Alright, here goes nothing.

With all her strength, she hit the two metal rods against each other, letting the loud clanging echo throughout the building. She felt her chest heat up as she watched the boy's head snap in her direction.

She didn't wait another second; she dropped the rods and sprinted for the back door. She couldn't even manage to slow down, bumping into the door with a loud thud. She pulled on the doorknob, but a daunting realization finally set— the door was locked.

Fuck! She felt her eyes tear up as she turned around, desperate. She ran along the hallways, turning each doorknob with ragged breaths.

This can't be happening, this can't be happening—

Just as she was about to give up, she finally pushed one open. She rushed inside, closing the door behind her.

The room�� unlike the one she was in before with Donghyuck— was packed. There were a bunch of old furniture, all of them covered in white cloth.

She rushed towards a small rectangular piece of furniture. She pulled up the sheet to reveal a small cabinet, opening its doors and crawling in. She could feel her skin scrape against the splintery surface of the interior, but she didn't care; she forced herself into the tight space, closing the cabinet doors in front of her.

With that, she fell silent. She covered her mouth, her cheeks damp from the tears.

She focused on the sounds, all of them clear as day. She could hear distant thumping, getting closer each time.

Please don't come in the room, she begged in her head, hoping for anyone— or anything— to listen to her prayers.

Just a few seconds after she settled into the cabinet, she could hear the door open, its heavy creaking taunting her. Maybe someone listened to her prayers, but it certainly wasn't God.

She crouched, helpless. Her breath was held, and she tried with all her might not to let out a sob.

Suddenly, a low voice echoed throughout the room.

"I know you're in here."

Her lips trembled. She could no longer control her tears; they were flowing down her cheeks, her hands now wet over her lips.

"You have nowhere to run, so why don't you make this easier for the both of us—"

His voice was cut and he fell silent.

Her eyes shifted uncomfortably in the dark. Why was he silent all of a sudden? As much as she hated him talking, his silence wasn't any more comforting.

She held her breath as the vague footsteps outside the cabinet retreated, slowly fading away.

She anticipated him to come back at any moment, so she stayed put.

The minutes rolled by; she didn't dare make a move. With each daunting second, she felt her heart start to regain control.

Maybe he's gone now.

Her body was frozen; she didn't want to check, but she didn't want to stay here either. She slowly reached for the cabinet door, pushing it forward.

The natural light seeped in and she paused.

Nothing.

She made tiny movements, slowly reaching for the sheet that covered the cabinet and lifting it upwards—

Heavy footsteps suddenly erupted; her heart leapt out of her chest as she immediately retreated back into the cabinet, closing its doors quickly with a loud thump.

Shit! He must've heard her cabinet shut.

This was it.

She wanted to scream— He was going to find her. This was it, wasn't it? She's definitely dead now—

In a swift, daunting motion, the cabinet door swung open and she let out a terrified screech. Her eyes were shut, her body pressed against the confining walls of the cabinet.

She felt an arm on her thigh and suddenly—

"Ru."

The soft and deep voice jolted her; her eyes flickered open and she finally saw the boy kneeling before her.

She didn't hesitate, jumping out of the closet and hugging him. Her heart was still beating out of her chest, but this time her body was light and frigid.

"Jeno," she whispered, her face buried into his neck.

His arms were wrapped around her, his hand cupping the back of her head. She felt her breathing slowly start to steady.

"Ru, thank god!"

She let go of the hug to find Donghyuck running into the room, immediately kneeling in front of her. He pulled Ru into a tight hug.

"I'm so sorry I left you, but they were coming and I knew we'd be caught if I went out the window too, so I had to distract them—" he pulled away from the hug, observing her face with guilt and concern— "are you okay?"

She mustered up the best smile she could. "Yeah, I'm okay. Are they gone?"

Donghyuck nodded back. "Yeah, they heard the others coming and thought they were the police, so they ran."

The others?

"You made Ru climb out of a window?"

She looked up to see Renjun and Jaemin standing by the doorframe. Seeing all four of them here with her, she felt an intense feeling of relief wash over her.

"Dude, we were surrounded!" Donghyuck retaliated.

As shaken up as she was, a vague smile escaped her upon Donghyuck's casual, defensive tone. She finally gathered the strength to stand up. She dusted off the dirt from her skirt and blouse, trying her best to fix her hair.

Jeno had already stood up and was now peering out of the dirty, translucent window. Jaemin approached her, giving her a quick side hug in reassurance.

"You okay?" He asked.

She looked up at him and nodded. This time, she really meant it.

Renjun was standing in front of her, a reassuring smile on his face. Now that she had calmed down, one question finally popped into her head.

"Hey—" she looked at Renjun— "how did you know we were in trouble?"

"We came to the basketball court and you weren't there, but all your things were— Donghyuck even left his phone."

"Wait, how'd you find us, then?" Donghyuck interrupted.

Renjun reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and showing them the screen. "Your location's on."

Ru did a mental face-palm. On his screen was her little icon on the map. She had her phone this entire time, but didn't think to call anyone.

"Come on, let's not stick around to see if they come back," Jaemin advised, gesturing for all of them to get out.

Ru looked in Jeno's direction. He had been silent ever since they got here. She wanted to thank him, also possibly ask him if he was feeling better now. However, before she could even approach him, he walked out of the room ahead of the others.

Maybe next time, she thought.

As they all walked out of the musty and dim room, Donghyuck muttered to the rest of the group.

"So, are we going back to the court?"

Everyone groaned simultaneously— "No!"

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chapter fifteen.

Ru was lucky the school didn't notice that she skipped school; the Chois were none the wiser about what happened yesterday. Nonetheless, it's safe to say that Ru wasn't going to skip school anytime soon.

Thursday was a quiet day for Ru. As soon as school ended, she bid the others goodbye and walked home— alone, this time. Jaemin and the others had offered to walk her home as usual, but she didn't really feel like having company at the moment.

At least that's what she kept telling herself. The truth was, she didn't know if she could spend another second around Jeno.

Why?

He was ignoring her again. She had been racking her brain all day, coming up with a reason why he had barely spoken to her. They had been fine all of last week but now, it felt as if they were back to square one.

She pushed the house key into its keyhole, the bird keychain dangling as she twisted the key and unlocked the door. She took off her shoes and walked towards the stairs past the dining room.

Ru was surprised to find Mrs. Choi sitting on the dining table, looking at a bunch of opened envelopes, one hand rubbing her temple. Her presence distracted Mrs. Choi from the papers, however, as she looked up at her. "Oh, hello Ru."

Ru returned a sweet smile. "Hi, Mrs. Choi."

Mrs. Choi got up from her chair, scrambling to collect all the sprawled out papers, barely looking at Ru— "would you like anything to eat, darling? I can cook you something from the fridge, I think there might be some leftovers from yesterday—"

"—Oh no, I'm good, Mrs. Choi," Ru replied quickly, shaking her head.

Mrs. Choi paused, looking at the abundance of paperwork on her hands. She sighed, dropping them on the table and looking over at Ru.

"Would you like to go out for some ice cream?" Mrs. Choi blurted.

Ru paused for a moment. Ice cream?

She watched Mrs. Choi's hopeful expression, and something told her the offer wasn't really just for Ru.

"Yes, that'd be nice, thank you." Ru gave Mrs. Choi a grateful smile.

"Perfect—" Mrs. Choi sighed, looking down and gathering the mess of papers on her hands— "let me just put this away and we can go."

Ru nodded awkwardly. She excused herself and went up to her room to get changed. A few minutes later, she came back down to find Mrs. Choi already waiting for her by the door.

"Shall we?" she invited, opening the door for the both of them.

She unlocked her car and they both got in, driving off in silence.

It was weird being in a car with just Mrs. Choi. Normally, the whole family would be together and all she had to do was be silent or occasionally answer questions from the usual prying Mrs. Choi.

This time, she didn't ask Ru any questions. They rode in silence, the saturated orange hue reflecting against the interior of the car like a warm, cartoon movie. Mrs. Choi made turns in directions Ru didn't really recognize, but she didn't mind. She thought that the silence was going to make the car ride feel like an eternity, but before she knew it, the car came to a halt.

The engine stopped, and Mrs. Choi pulled on the hand brake.

"We're here," the poised lady announced in a mild sing-song voice; she was definitely in a better mood already.

Ru stepped out of the car to find that they had parked across the street from a quaint little ice cream shop, its pastel pink and blue striped awning giving the place a homey vibe. Their car was right next to a big community park overlooking a nice, little lake.

Together, they walked across the crosswalk and into the ice cream parlor; the little bell rang as they pushed the door open. It was a tiny shop with only a few round tables aligned on the wall and several ice cream-related decorations hanging from the ceiling.

A long ice cream display freezer was situated right by the door and Ru could immediately spot the overwhelming variety of ice cream flavors: chocolate chip cookies, matcha delight, strawberry swirl, lemonade, Ferrero Rocher, peanut haven, mandarin pistachio, bubblegum...

Ru felt her mouth water from all the colors, all the choices.

The girl behind the counter gave them a warm smile, showing them some of their best-sellers. Ru wasn't really listening— she had already decided which flavor she wanted: Ferrero Rocher.

The rich chocolate color tempted her, pulling her in like a child in a, well, ice cream parlor. She could only remember eating the Ferrero Rocher chocolate once when she was fourteen; one of her many foster families had bought a large box of the round delicacies and she snuck down the pantry at midnight to steal one. She remembered it was heavenly— both the treat and the fact that she got away with it.

"Do you know which flavor you want?" Mrs. Choi asked.

Ru nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, I'll have the Ferrero Rocher, please."

Mrs. Choi gave her a warm smile before turning to the employee and placing their orders.

Just as Ru was watching the girl scoop her ice cream into the cup, she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She pulled out her phone to find a text message.

Jia<33 sent you a message.

Oh, no. Normally, she'd be excited to receive text messages from Jia or Chohee. But this time, she knew what the text was going to be about. With an uneasy feeling in her stomach, she opened the text:

Jia<33 : Hey cutie!! How are you?

Ru bit her lips as she sent a short response:

Ru: Hey Jiaa, I'm just out with my foster mom

It wasn't even a minute before Jia responded:

Jia<33 : Sounds fuuun

Jia<33 : Btw, what's the status on the double date? I told Chohee about it and she got so excited you should've seen her scream uWu

Her lips turned into a bitter frown. Before she could even think of a response, Jia sent another few texts:

Jia<33: We're actually free tomorrow, can you check if they're free?

Jia<33 : I know a super cute cafe that just opened up

Jia<33 : I'll send you the location

Jia<33 : Hopefully we can double date there! <3

Ru sighed. She didn't respond to the text messages, stuffing the phone back into her pocket. She'll respond later.

"Here you go, Ru—" she looked up to see her glorious ice cream in her foster mother's hand.

"Thank you!" Ru took the ice cream, her excitement growing. She forced the thought of the text out of her head and luckily, the mouth-watering ice cream in her hands was an effective way to do so.

The two of them found a seat in the corner of the shop, plopping onto their seats across from each other. It was silent for a while as the two indulged in the first few bites of their ice creams, until Mrs. Choi finally looked up at Ru, clearing her throat.

"So—" she took a quick scoop off her ice cream— "how's the ice cream?"

"It's delicious."

Mrs. Choi presented a grateful smile, looking down at her own ice cream. If Ru didn't know any better, she wouldn't have noticed. But she did.

Ru cleared her throat— "How, um... how are you, Mrs. Choi?"

She looked up, slightly taken aback. "Oh—" she shook her head dismissively— "I'm alright, I'll be alright."

Ru wanted to put on a brave face for her. It should be her telling Mrs. Choi that she'll be fine. But maybe she wasn't that good at hiding her feelings.

"Don't you worry about it, Ru," Mrs. Choi reassured instead. "What about you, how are you?"

"Oh, you know, I'm fine. Just usual school stuff," she dismissed.

"No, no—" Mrs. Choi leaned in closer, a hint of gloss in her eyes— "tell me about it, I want to hear it."

Mrs. Choi's expression was hard to read. Normally she just looked eager and nosy, but this time it was different. Was it desperation? Maybe there was a bit of sadness in it.

Ru wondered back to Jia's text, Jeno's cold shoulder, even the frightening run-in with those thugs yesterday. How could she explain any of it to her? None of it would make sense, would it?

Mrs. Choi's expression now shifted into anticipation.

It's just Mrs. Choi.

Ru cleared her throat. "There's this boy..."

Mrs. Choi's eyebrows raised in enthusiasm, but she kept quiet. Ru looked down at her ice cream, feeling too awkward to look directly at Mrs. Choi while she told her story.

"I thought he was my soulmate, but it turns out he wasn't. I know I've touched my soulmate, but I don't know where he is... I feel guilty, because I kinda wish that boy was my soulmate, while my real soulmate is out there waiting for me. Even worse, I think the boy wants nothing to do with me."

Ru shifted uncomfortably; she looked up to see Mrs. Choi smiling at her endearingly.

"Honey, soulmates are a tricky thing."

Ru chuckled; she didn't have to be told about that, definitely.

"It's one thing to wish you'll find your soulmate, but when you know you've touched your soulmate? You have absolutely nothing to worry about. He's getting here as fast as he could, and so are you.

Everyone has something to say when it comes to soulmates, but at the end of the day, you have to let your heart decide. Forget about the rules and let your heart guide you. Just relish this moment, every emotion and uncertainty. When your soulmate finds you, you'll just look back at this and laugh."

A smile formed on Ru's face as she felt a warmth in her chest, easing her shoulders from its tensed posture. "Thank you, Mrs. Choi."

Mrs. Choi nodded in return, taking another spoonful of her ice cream. "Despite all the drama, it's still exciting that you've found your soulmate, right? It's such a special and rare thing to happen to someone!"

Mrs. Choi's eyes perked up as she made a barely-audible gasp— "You know about astral capabilities right?"

Ru tilted her head slightly— the word did sound familiar.

Ru's eyes shifted as she tried to recall where she'd read it before.

"I'm sure you've learned it in class before—"

Right, that's where she's heard it.

"—but if you think soulmates re-uniting are a rare thing, astral capabilities are even more so. There's this one documentary I watched once about soulmates with astral capabilities; some soulmates get these powers after they Bind with each other. Isn't that cool?"

Ru nodded; Mrs. Choi looked genuinely excited as she continued to explain.

"This one couple from Costa Rica can breathe underwater when they touch each other. Apparently, they experienced the Binding while kissing underwater in the ocean, and researchers speculate it's why their astral capabilities are related to the water. Amazing!"

"Wow..." Ru heaved, her face a little blank.

They could breathe underwater? She was surprised she had never heard of it before.

"Isn't it crazy to think that you have the possibility of getting astral capabilities, too? Oh, this is exciting, isn't it?" Mrs. Choi squealed, her eyes crinkled in excitement.

Ru took the last scoop of her ice cream as she imagined herself with astral capabilities. She had to admit, it would be so cool to be able to breathe underwater, or whatever other astral capabilities she might be able to get— if she got them at all.

As soon as the two of them were finished with their ice creams, they bid the girl behind the counter a nice goodbye and walked out of the ice cream parlor. The afternoon sun greeted them warmly, the view of the park ahead of them serene and bright.

"Shall we take a quick walk around the park?" Mrs. Choi asked.

Ru nodded as she smiled. "That would be nice."

They walked across the street right past their car and into the park.

The last time she was at a park, Jeno told her he had no soul mark. The atmosphere was so different then; everything was dark and the air was positively chilly.

Now, the sun was out in a warm hue like from the movies, watching over the birds as they chirped joyfully, smiling over the flowers as they swayed with the wind.

The two of them walked through a wide and long stretch of road in the middle of the park, past little stands selling various little trinkets. She didn't even realize when Mrs. Choi stopped in front of one stall, her eyes scanning the rows of accessories on the table.

"Ru, come here—" Mrs. Choi called her— "we should get matching necklaces!"

Ru walked over to the stand and observed an array of matching accessories. A set of necklaces with the sun and the moon, another one with a yin and a yang.

Mrs. Choi gasped lightly as she picked up one set of necklaces— "these ones look beautiful, Ru, what do you think?"

At the end of the necklaces were two tiny, silver robins. Both their heads stuck right next to each other with magnets, like they were leaning against each other. Ru was immediately reminded of the keychain on their house key, which she now realized was also a robin.

"You must really like robins, Mrs. Choi," Ru chuckled, holding the necklace in her hands as she observed its smooth texture and intricate details.

Mrs. Choi laughed. "I used to have a robin when I was a child. I've always thought about getting another bird, but I never got around to doing it."

It was strange hearing Mrs. Choi talk about her childhood. Quite frankly, Ru never really imagined that there was a time when Mrs. Choi was just a child.

She watched Mrs. Choi admire the little birds with awe.

"Well, you should," Ru piped up, "we have a really nice porch out front; it would be a perfect place for its cage."

Mrs. Choi looked at Ru. "You think so?"

Ru nodded. Mrs. Choi gave her a wistful smile and avoided her gaze. There was a moment of silence before the elder finally said, "let's get this necklace then, shall we?"

"Looks perfect," Ru confirmed.

As Mrs. Choi was paying for their necklaces, Ru felt her phone vibrate again. Her little date had caused her to completely forget about her whole Jia and Chohee situation.

She fished out her phone to find that this time, she got several texts from Chohee. Her heart dropped a little as she struggled to click on it; she couldn't bring herself to open the text messages.

Ru stared blankly at her chat history: Jia's texts from earlier that she hadn't even replied to yet, the unopened text messages from Chohee.

Her eyes wandered a little lower until she came across her chat with Jeno. She clicked on it subconsciously, almost like she thought she would find answers in it.

The latest message was one that she sent him yesterday— she had asked him if he was okay. Her eyes flickered down to the bottom of the text, where it said one simple, yet disappointing word: read, 21:36.

The words blared at her. Maybe this was her answer.

On a whim, she exited the chat and clicked on Chohee's messages. It read:

ChoheeO.O : Ruuuuu I'm gonna give u a big fat HUG

ChoheeO.O : As soon as I kill Jia for spilling my secret, you'll get ur hug babe

ChoheeO.O : Ily thank you for the date, we owe you

ChoheeO.O: MUACH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She really had no choice but to move forward with the date, huh?

Her fingers lingered on top of the keyboard. She wanted to type something— anything— but no words came out.

Ru looked up in mild frustration. She watched Mrs. Choi admire her newly-bought necklaces. The crinkles by her eyes were accentuated from the subtle smile playing at her lips. The sunlight hit her face perfectly, casting a golden glow on her brown hair. She suddenly looked so much younger, so much more alive than she had ever realized.

Ru knew it then.

There are more important things in life.

She typed in her responses to both Jia and Chohee, telling them both that she was glad to help.

Her fingers hesitated, but she sent them.

She'd be lying if she said there wasn't a heavy weight on her chest. Despite the sad little pit she had dug for herself, Mrs. Choi was right— she'll laugh about it later.

At least, she hoped to God she would.

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DAD 2PM A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Jang Wooyoung

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Whenever he could, Wooyoung would be around you and hugging you tightly. He can’t get enough of you and your bump, making sure that he’s there to always remind you how incredible you look with plenty of affection.

B ⇴ BUMP

Your bump is Wooyoung’s biggest pride, he loves to show it off whenever the two of you are in public and make sure that everyone knows that he’s an expecting dad. You can only shake your head in disbelief at the wide smile on his face every time he spots someone so much as looking in your direction, knowing exactly where they’re looking.

C ⇴ CRAVINGS

The boys had told you several times about how in love they were with Wooyoung’s ramen, but you never understood it, until you fell pregnant. It suddenly became a meal that you couldn’t get enough of, as soon as Wooyoung came home most evenings you were suddenly onto him, begging for him to make you ramen, several portions of it too.

D ⇴ DUE DATE

Your due date was certainly always in the back of Wooyoung’s mind, especially when he was organising his schedule. He was never one to turn down an opportunity, and no matter how good of a chance it was too, Wooyoung knew that he needed to be at home, and he needed to be a dad, and so reluctantly he’d decline. He didn’t care about the consequences either, those dates were busy with something much more exciting anyway.

E ⇴ EMOTIONS

Wooyoung had always hoped one day to have a child, to be able to pass on everything that he’d learnt to his little one and show them the world. But never did Wooyoung expect that having a child would make him as emotional as your pregnancy had. Most nights he found himself completely overwhelmed whenever he laid down beside your bump, struggling to understand how he ever got so lucky in life.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Spending time with your families was most important to you both whilst you were pregnant, allowing them to see you whilst you were pregnant and do all of the things that you wanted to do before your baby arrived too. Both of your families were beyond excited for the two of you and were keen to squeeze as much time out of the two of you as they possibly could before your priorities began to lie elsewhere.

G ⇴ GENDER

You couldn’t deny Wooyoung the chance to find out what you were having when the sonographer asked you both. From the very start he had been hoping for a little girl, praying in fact that he’d have his wish granted, and as his eyes looked to you in hope, you weren’t cruel enough to make him wait any longer to find out.

H ⇴ HEARTBEAT

The beat of your baby’s heart always filled Wooyoung’s heart with a lot of emotion, and yet somehow, he’d manage to hold it together. However, as soon as the two of you got back to the car, he would allow his tears to fall, excited and proud that his baby was growing so healthily and happily inside your bump.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Wooyoung loved to remind you that he loved you with plenty of gestures that would bring a smile to your face. He paid close attention to all of the things that you loved, especially whilst you were pregnant, often going out of his way to get them for you to make sure that you knew how thankful he was for everything that you were doing.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

There were a few times when Wooyoung would find himself getting jealous, especially if he was getting teased about becoming a dad. He hated whenever someone tried to rain on his parade, but he couldn’t help but let things get to him, even though he was so excited. Most others wouldn’t realise, but you would, the way his smile would drop would be enough for you to know that he’d let meaningless comments get under his skin.

K ⇴ KICKS

His hands would always rest against the left side of your bump as Wooyoung had figured that was the side that your baby loved to kick the most. From his many nights of feeling kicks he’d managed to deduce the most likely spot, and therefore claimed that spot as the place where he would always rest his hands at night.

L ⇴ LABOUR

Wooyoung hated seeing you go through labour, no matter how many times he tried to assure himself about it throughout your pregnancy, he could never prepare himself for how terrifying the real thing would be. Although he tried to be there for you, you could see the panic in his eyes every time that you looked across at him, unsure as to which one of the two of you was actually more scared.

M ⇴ MORNING SICKNESS

Whilst Wooyoung was far from a fan of sick, he knew that was something that he needed to put to one side in order to be there for you. Even once your battle with morning sickness was over, Wooyoung still hated it, unable to find his relief when he could go back to waking up without the sound of retching greeting him.

N ⇴ NURSERY

Your nursery was the one thing that Wooyoung was keen to work on, he had plenty of ideas in his head for themes and accessories, and after plenty of planning, those ideas ended up creating the perfect nursery for your baby.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Wooyoung was obsessed with your walk, he couldn’t help but fall in love with how you carried yourself, especially as you neared the end of your pregnancy, having to manoeuvre yourself around something almost every other step.

P ⇴ POST BIRTH

After you gave birth, Wooyoung was very conscious of the fact that you loved to run before you could walk. As soon as you got home, he placed you in bed with your baby, promising you that you could trust in him to take care of the house for a little whilst you recovered and took care of your little one too.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Wooyoung loved to tease you by letting you know that he was going to prepare ramen for himself at various points in the day, waiting until you were practically desperate before offering if you wanted him to make you one too.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Your pregnancy gave Wooyoung the perfect inspiration that he needed to get busy in the studio as he tried to write songs in preparation for whenever the next comeback would be. Fatherhood had given him experiences he’d never gone through before, gifting him plenty of material to try and combine into something special.

S ⇴ SCANS

He loved whenever you were given a scan photo at the end of appointments, looking down at in his hand in awe. His eyes would often flicker between the photo and your bump as he tried to correlate that such a small little thing was growing inside of you, especially with how strong its kicks were against you as well.

T ⇴ TEST

Your pregnancy was a complete accident, you hadn’t planned to fall pregnant quite so soon, but neither of you could deny how happy you were when your test came back as pregnant to become parents together.

U ⇴ ULTRASOUND

Wooyoung was with you for every appointment, he loved to listen to all of the information, absorbing it in and acting upon all of the advice you were given.

V ⇴ VISITS

Once Wooyoung was confident that you were feeling back to your usual self again, he doon began to invite your family’s round to meet your little one, not quite ready to venture out into the big wide world with your baby quite so soon.

W ⇴ WAITING

Most of the time, Wooyoung wasn’t patient at all, he couldn’t wait for your baby to arrive and to throw himself into fatherhood.

X ⇴ XXXX

Whenever he had the chance, Wooyoung would kiss you, he couldn’t help himself, especially whilst you were pregnant too. He was completely in awe, and always keen to let you know just how amazing he thought you were.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were a blessing for Wooyoung, he never quite knew what he did to deserve you.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

He loved to go to sleep whilst humming along to a song to try and keep your baby nice and calmed by the sound of his voice, never stopping until he was able to glance up from beside your bump and see that you were asleep.

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t-o-m-hollands · 4 years

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Summery: Tom is part of the Firm, a fearless London gang. You knew each other as children, before everything changed. Now your paths cross again.

Pairing: Tom and y/n.

Themes: Mob!Tom, Peaky Blinders inspired, period piece – this is set in 1961, London.

Warnings: This story will contain themes such as kidnapping, murder, violence and smut. Also a lot of swearing. Also descriptions of injuries. Death of characters (never tom or y/n). Also alcohol, smoking and mentions of drugs. this is a +18 story

Trigger warnings for this chapter: Smut in this chapter. Sort of dom/sub vibes but nothing extreme. female oral, male oral. unprotected sex. smoking. mention of gun. one single spank. Sort of edging.

A/N: This is a relationship that I wouldn’t recommend in real life. Also, the Firm was the name of the Kray twins gang. I was just too lazy to come up with a name of my own.

READ PART I HERE

READ PART II HERE

READ PART III HERE

READ PART IV HERE

READ PART V HERE

London, 1961

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my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder

jeff buckley

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On a hard mattress, in a dusty room in Mile End, Tom makes you honey-voiced promises in-between kisses.

“One day I’ll take you to the Ritz” he says as he’s moving his way down your body, leaving sweet wet kisses in his wake.

“I’ll have them fill the bathtub with pink champagne and we’ll swim in it until we’re loose-limbed and starry eyed.” He places himself in-between your legs. Lifting your tight he kisses you open-mouthed on the sensitive skin.

“I’ll feed you dark and ripe and sweet cherries directly from the stem. You’ll never have cherries again without thinking of me. They’ll never taste the same after.” He bites down of your soft flesh, though just teasingly so; the sensation sending bolts of pleasure up your spine.

“I’ll dress you in silk, and lace, and pearls and diamonds” he continues before blowing hot air on the tiny bite mark and involuntarily you moan, not expecting it to feel as intense as it does. He smirks up at you.

His hair is a mess. You imagine yours is as well. You’ve been at it all night, only stopping for short intervals of sleep before one of you would start grinding against the other again. You’re sore all over, in a way that makes you feel blessed.

“Like a gentleman I’ll take you to the nice hotel bed” he says as he cups your cunt, teasing you; unnecessarily so since you’re already wet and ready for him. You buck up against his hand but he just removes it.

“Then I’ll fuck you like the bastard I really am” he finishes, lightly spanking your cunt, not with a lot of force, but with an open hand.

“Tom” you whine.

“Princess?” he teases, a grin on his face.

“I want to taste you” you say and watch as his face freezes, his eyes moving down to your lips.

“Really?” he asks, somewhat stunned.

In response you shove his chest gently, until he’s laying on his back beside you. You move, so that you’re in perfect position. You peek up at him through your lashes and he looks at you with something like amazement in his dark gaze as you lower your head closer to his cock. You can see the muscles in his stomach tensing in anticipation. You place your hand around him. He’s thick. Pulling the foreskin back you lick him around the crown. A sharp intake of breath from Tom, and then you place your mouth around his tip and you suck.

Slowly you learn to take more of him down your throat. In between efforts there’s wet and playful licks around his shaft, one of your hands around his girth; moving up and down, the other hand teasing his balls. You wish you could take all of him inside you. You suck on his tip, where he’s leaking precum, and you find you love the musky taste of him. He has a hand in your hair, not forcing you down; just gently holding on to you, almost as if in support. He’s helping you find a rhythm, moving his hips in the pace you set. Broken sounds and groans falling from his lips unrestrained. He’s calling you his good fucking girl. He’s getting closer, you can tell, and he’s so hard in your fist. You suck him harder. His thrusts get wilder and the hand in your hair turns into a fist as he holds on to you for dear life. His groans and moans grow louder and louder and something like a whimper falls from his lips as you finally manage to take all of him down your throat. When you do you look up at him and meet his eyes.

“Fuck” and his voice is a broken sound “gonna fucking come” he warns, releasing his hand from your hair, giving you the option to pull away. You don’t, and he comes down your throat and you swallow every drop of him, sucking him all the way through his orgasm.

You lay down beside him on the bed. You can feel how your cheeks are flushed and you bite your lower lip, looking at him with a grin. His chest is heaving, his eyes half-closed.

“Fucking hell” he says, almost in disbelief. He turns to look at you with dark, bewildered eyes. “You know, you look so sweet and innocent. Was worried about corrupting you, you know? But now I’m starting to think you’re the one who’s corrupting me”. He reaches out a hand and cradles your face, before pulling you closer with his other arm, pressing you tight against him. His naked body is warm against yours. He strokes with his thumb over your cheek and it’s gentle and sweet and a feeling flutter like the wings of butterflies in your stomach. The exact same feeling people have been singing about since they knew how to sing. You take in his face. Freckled skin stretched over white bones, dark eyelashes framing his sleepy star-filled, caramel eyes, crinkling at the sides as his thin lips widen in a smile.

He holds his arm around you, holding you to his chest, your foreheads pressed together. Like this you fall asleep for a few hours.

It is raining outside.

Maybe it had always rained, even as he held you and fucked you against the wall in the living room. It seemed a meaningless detail to have noticed at the time. You had been to occupied with Tom, too full of him. For all you would have cared the world could have crumbled around you.

You look at yourself in the bathroom mirror. Your lips are swollen from kisses, your eyes still heavy with sleep and you wonder if the blush will ever fade from your cheeks. Washing your hands you walk out to rejoin Tom in the bedroom.

It’s early afternoon now. He had woken you a few hours earlier. Had brought a plate and a knife and a pomegranate to bed and you had watched as he cut the fruit wide open, spread it out in front of you. He fed you the sweet seeds along with excuses for not having anything else to offer you.

It was messy and raw and delicious. Juice dripping down your chin and he’d kissed you clean.

Raindrops are crashing against the window in the bedroom as well and it’s blowing up a storm outside. The walls are of a faded green pattern, and the only furnishment in the room a wrought iron bed and beside it a wooden bedside table, on which lay an ashtray, a copy of Goethe’s Faust and a gun.

And on top of the bed is Tom, still without clothes, and smoking. He’s unashamed in his nudeness; not attempting to hide any part of himself but laid back against the white pillows, cigarette in hand. For a second you stay on the threshold, just observing him. His wide muscular shoulder and defined stomach; a happy trail leading down to his partially erect cock.

You’re lay down beside him, lean against his shoulder. You’re fucked out and exhausted; your whole body still numb from bliss. The wind blows even harder outside, the windows rattling from the force of it, and you shiver. Tom stretches out his arm and picks up the blanket from where it’s been discarded on the floor and he throws it over you, covers his own lower body with is as well. For a while you lay there in silence and listen to the storm.

“Who did you lose it to?” he asks at last and blows out smoke into the room.

“Lose what?” you respond, confused.

“Your virginity” he says. He doesn’t sound intrusive or insistent, just curios. “I mean, we went to the same school after all, did I know him?”

“Yeah” you say, hesitantly, “well, after you left school I went out with Jamie for a little bit”.

You feel his entire body tense beside you. “Jamie Easom?” he asks, disbelief clear in his voice. You don’t look up to meet his gaze, though you can tell he’s angled his face towards yours. Instead you keep your eyes on your blanket-covered feet.

“In his car” you admit “when we were seventeen”.

He huffs, and maybe you’re imagining it, but you think the arm around your shoulder tighten slightly. Otherwise he seems unfaced as he drags in another breath from his cigarette.

“Can I taste?” You ask, looking up at him through your lashes.

He raises his eyebrows but looks amused. “You never tried it?”

You shake your head in response. “Daddy would have lost his mind if I came home smelling like smoke”.

His smiles widen and the corners of his caramel eyes crinkles. “You won’t like it, you know. No one does, not at first”.

“Then why do you do it?”

He shrugs. “It sticks with you”

“I just want to try it” you press him.

He sighs, “alright” he says, though there’s still a slight hint of amusement to his voice, lacing his words, “just one drag”.

Slowly he moves his hand to your lips and you see faded cuts and scars all over his knuckles, his brown eyes sparkling as he looks down at you. His other hand is cupping your face, stroking your cheek. You place your lips around the cigarette and inhale smoke. It feels dry and warm in your throat but somehow you manage not to cough as you blow the white smoke out into the air.

You wrinkle your nose and look up at him. “Taste awful” you admit.

He smile widens, “told you so” ha says and moves the cigarette away from you, placing it between his own two lips again.

You snuggle up closer to him, and his arm tightens around you.

After that first night you’d met part of you had wondered if maybe you’d made him up. Wondered if he truly excited. If a man like him really could exist; so full of opposites. It was as if he was more than mortal man. More smoke and mirror than person; more idea than human being.

You want to unwrap him, un-layer him; spread him open and make sense of him. You want to understand him and see through the smoke and facade.

You touch his chest and feel a heartbeat underneath, steady and slow.

“What did you think of me, back then, when we were in school?” you ask, because you’ve always wanted to know. With your hand on his chest you wish you could count the heartbeats it takes for him to answer, but it is an impossible feat.

“Thought you were too good for the likes of me” he says and takes a final draw from his cig, before putting it out on the ashtray. “Thought you were too good for the likes of Jamie too” he says and the smile he gives you is laced with something tender you don’t yet have a name for.

“Thought you were the prettiest girl I’d ever seen” he says and smiles. “Used to dream about you all the time.”

“That’s not true” you say before you can stop yourself, because honestly, the idea of him having wanted you already then feels unfathomable.

“You calling me a liar?” He asks, eyebrows raised as he looks at you, mock stern written all over his face.

“Well, what did you use to dream about then?”

He’s silent for a while as he takes you in, eyes dancing over your features. Then he moves a hand down under the blanket, and cups your cunt with it. He leans down until his mouth is against your ear and he whispers, “I used to dream I could kiss you here”. Gently he presses his finger over your clit.

He pulls off the blanket guides your bodies until you lay spread out in front of him. “Used to wonder what you’d taste like, if you’d taste as sugary as you look”. He leans down and licks your slit, and you want to whimper. He licks you again and he groans.

“Fuck, you taste just like heaven”. He kisses the inside of your thighs, the slight stub on his cheeks burning your skin in the best way.

“I used to lay in bed at night and wonder how you’d like it” he confesses, before giving your other leg the same treatment, leaving kisses little love-bites all over your skin.

“I thought l’d start off slow, just kissing you here first” he continues and looks at you, spread out as you are for him, with hungry eyes. Then he does kiss you, in almost a gentle way he presses his mouth to your cunt, just dipping his tongue inside, before really going in for it, almost fucking you with his tongue. You bite your lower lip as you watch him, his mop of brown, dishevelled hair in-between your legs.

“Or maybe you’d want me to suck you right here” he says and moves his mouth to just above your clit. “Maybe you’d want me to flick it with my tongue until you’re so wet and desperate for my fingers you’ll beg me for more.”

He licks your entire cunt with wide strokes before moving his mouth back to your clit, pressing the gentlest of kisses against it. “I laid in my bed and i thought, circles” he continues, “just around, and around, and around, and around; slow and steady until you’d claw my back and your back’s arching and you are screaming for more. Until you won’t even know your own name, just mine”. He blows hot air on your aching bud and you buck up against him instinctively. Looking up at you he smiles cockily.

“Tom, please” you beg, desperate for more; for his tongue, for his fingers, for his cock, for anything.

“Please what?” he asks. Then he places his mouth around your clit and he sucks.

Your back arches and your tights tighten around him. “Please, fuck me” you beg.

“No” he says and smiles smugly. He moves up until he’s hovering over you, his face just centimeters from yours.

“You kept me awake all night, rubbing up against me and begging me to fuck you. Begging me to fuck you harder and faster. To fucking come all over you”. His voice is hoarse and low and he inserts first one finger, and then another inside you, spreading you open. He’s looking at you with hungry eyes.

“Begging me to fuck you again” he starts to pump his fingers, in and out of you, “and again” he twists them, hitting your spot and for a second everything goes white as sheer pleasure goes thunders through you, “and again”. You’re a moaning mess and he smiles down on you, mouth in a crooked grin.

“You really are a wicked fucking girl, aren’t you?” he murmurs in your ear.

He moves his long fingers faster, fucks you with them in such a speed all you can do is buck your hips against him and beg. Beg for him to please, please, please fuck you.

But the more you beg the slower he goes with his hand, all the while wearing a Cheshire cat grin. You slap your hands against his chest in frustration; buck your hips up against him even higher.

“Now, now” he says in a warning. He grabs hold of your hand, stopping it from slapping his chest again. His other hand keeps torturing you; continues to push his long fingers in and out of you. His brown locks fall over his face and there’s a glint of mischief in his warm eyes. He really does look devilish.

“You’re just like a little kitten, aren’t you?” he says huskily, pressing his fingers against the sweet spot inside you, but with nowhere near enough pressure. You are teetering on the edge of an orgasm that will shake your entire world and he knows it, is intent on keeping you there, just on the brink of it. You can feel wet running down your slit and pool in-between your legs and honestly, you would have felt ashamed if you hadn’t been so turned on. You have never known desperation like this.

“You’re all big eyes and teeth and claws when you want something, aren’t you?” He adds, before he leans down to kiss you, it’s opened mouthed and wet and slow. You bite his bottom lip, hard enough to show him that yes, just like him you’re all teeth and claws when you want something badly enough.

He pulls away, still smiling down at you with that smug face. “No one ever told you princess? You catch more flies with honey than vinegar”.

“Please” you beg again because it seems to be the only word left in your brain, the need to come having destroyed everything else. Your voice is thick with want.

“Say pretty please” Tom says, kissing your jaw, continuing to massage your g-spot with his fingers.

“Pretty please” you whine as you try to buck up against him again.

You can feel him smile as he kisses your throat. “Say pretty please, Tom”.

“Pretty please, Tom”

He moves away from your neck and looks down on you again. His cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling, dark curls askew and wicked smile in place. You finally know why they call him the devil’s boy.

He moves his thumb over the outline of your lips. They are swollen and wet from his kisses. He’s examining the handiwork.

Then, in a lower voice he says, “say pretty please Tom, fuck me so hard I forget I’ve ever met Jamie Easom”.

He grinds the fingers inside you both faster and harder, wet slapping sounds filling the room as he hits just the right spot every time. He moves his thumb over your lip again, resting the rest of his hand against your throat. “Say pretty please Tom, fuck me so good I can never have sex again without thinking about you.”

It’s like there’s a live wire inside your body, sending out sparks of pure unadulterated pleasure. It’s like you’re looking up at him through a cloud of nearly painful bliss.

You repeat his words.

He removes his hands from you and in a swift movement he flips you over before grabbing you around your stomach, pulling you until your back is pressed flush up against him. He guides himself inside you a mewling sound fall from your lips and a low groan from his. With a hand around your throat, not pressing; just holding you there, and the other on the place where both your bodies meet.

“Alright?” he asks, the single word coming out breathless and rough in your ear.

You nod feverently, and honestly; had you felt more at your senses you would have laughed, for alright didn’t cut it. Alright didn’t describe the ticking bomb inside you, waiting to go off and leave you in a state of white bliss. You place your hands on his, over your throat and on your cunt and together you start moving.

Like this he fucks you. Moves you up and down his hard length until your both fighting for air, a thin layer of sweat covering your bodies. And outside the winds grow stronger and the rain fall harder, though you both ignore it. And in the living room a phone keeps ringing and there’s a banging on the dooor, though you both ignore it.

The entirety of the world has been reduced to is his body, moving in and out of yours.

Wet slapping sounds as you move against each other. His hand on your throat, his groans in your ear, as his rhythm grows wilder and thrusts grows harder. Your hand, placed over his; placed over your clit, moves in rapid pace. You’re both touching you and his groans in your ear grow louder and your whimpers more desperate.

“What’d you need?” he asks, his voice so low and gruff in your ear, his south London accent clearer than ever.

“Harder” is the only thing you manage to press out between mewls of pleasure.

He lets go of your body, pushes you forward until you’re on your hands and knees for him and with his hands on your hips he slams in to you; one time, two times, three times.

And then the whole world goes white as you come around him.

***

In the other room there are hushed voices. You stir, feeling disorientated for a few seconds as you look around.

Tom is gone, and you are alone in bed.

You look around for your clothes but then remember that your dress still lay discarded in the living room. So you pull up the sheets around you, making sure you’re completely covered, and you open the door.

Tom is standing in the hall in just his trousers, facing a blond man your age with a bandaged shoulder. They both have frustrated looks on their faces and they were clearly in the middle of a discussion, but upon hearing the bedroom door open they both turn to face you.

The blond man’s eyebrows raise as he takes you in, naked part from the sheets you’re clutching to your body, hair askew and dark hickeys all over your neck. Then he looks to Tom and the claw marks he has all over his chest and back.

“This is why you didn’t come back to give your report to Fabien?” he says to Tom. “For a fucking shag? Do you have any idea how fucking livid he is with you?”

You can’t see Tom’s face, as he’s turned to face the other man again, but it’s like the air in the room changes in the silence. Like the very atmosphere around the brown eyed boy is loaded with silent threats.

“How about you let me deal with Fabien, Haz? Yeah? Like I’ve always been able to do”. His voice is low and quiet, yet chills travel down your spine. “So how about you go down the car and wait for me and I’ll come with you in a minute, alright?”

Haz doesn’t answer, but throws you a last glance before heading out the door. He hadn’t looked annoyed or angry, but rather he’d looked at you with eyes full of curiosity. Tom closes the door behind his friend, leans his forehead against it and sighs heavily.

Then, head still pressed against the closed door he mutters “sorry, I gotta go”.

“Can I stay?” you ask, trying not to sound as hopeful as you feel.

“Your daddy will be wondering where you’ve gotten to” he says, turns around and walks right passed you and into the bedroom, where he picks up his shirt and suspenders and begin to pull them on.

“I’ll call and tell him I’m sleeping at a friend’s house” you say, though you hate how desperate it comes out. “He never asks any questions.”

Tom sighs again, sit down on the bed and begins to lace up his boots. “Sorry, but I’ll don’t know how long it’ll be until I’m back. It’s better if you leave.” You can’t help but notice that he’s avoiding your eyes. “So put on your dress and me and Haz will see you safely home, alright”.

It’s the way he says ‘alright’. He had sounded the same when he was speaking to Haz out in the hall. It wasn’t a request, it was an order. He takes the gun from the nightstand and place it in his holster, hides it under his jacket.

You clutch on tighter to the fabric around you, and bite your lower lip to keep yourself from crying. “Will I ever see you again?” you ask, voice trembling slightly.

A final sigh, and then he’s standing in front of you, fully dressed and ready to take on the world all on his own again, while you’re here clutching on to a blanket and trying not to weep. He cups your face; makes you look him in the eye. He looks sad behind his stoic façade.

“No” he says eventually. “No, not if you have any luck”.

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crowleesi · 3 years

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Devil Doesn’t Sleep

Recommended music: Delicate Weapon - Grimes, Lizzy Wizzy

Jackie is dead.

Johnny is gone.

V feels completely alone, and seeks comfort in the only man that makes her feel alive.

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Every night was the same.

Dark. Quiet. Empty.

It had been two weeks. Two weeks since Alt had saved her life. Two weeks since she had lost Johnny.

And every goddamn night since, she lay on her bed, unable to sleep, reliving the events that led her to where she was now.

The fucking heist that lost V her best friend. The biochip that almost killed her. Johnny Silverhand setting up camp inside her head. The relentless fighting at Arasaka. The final encounter with Alt and Johnny in Cyberspace. All of it replayed in V's mind, over and over. Every single night, images swarmed behind her closed eyes, sounds swam around her apartment, forcing her to relive it all.

V sighed, rolling onto her back. She looked across her empty apartment, lit only from the neon lights outside of her window. God, it was so fucking quiet.

Jackie's voice. His laugh. His dying words. The tears in his eyes and faint smile on his lips as he whispered Misty's name. The blood.

God, the blood.

She screwed her eyes shut, bringing her hands up to press her palms against her eyes.

She waited for Johnny's voice, his presence, anything - but it never came. Her hands fell to her bare chest, a heaviness squeezing her heart. She was alone. So fucking alone. A lump formed in her throat. She swallowed it down.

She felt like she'd tried everything. Any time she finally managed to drift off, she'd startle awake, shaking, sweating, struggling to catch her breath.

She was exhausted. She hadn't worked since it all happened. She'd taken it easy - Misty's advice. She'd even tried meditating, but it only allowed the scenes in her head to become clearer, the voices louder. Earlier this evening, she'd turned off all the lights, left her radio playing quietly. She'd had a long, hot shower, most of which she’d spent sitting on the floor, leaning against the tiled wall, knees pulled up to her chest. When the water ran cold, she'd reached up to shut it off and remained there, staring at the water draining away, until she was shivering and sought the comfort of a fluffy towel.

She was trying to adjust to life without Jackie. Without Johnny. She was the first to admit he was a colossal fucking pain in the ass, but… she didn’t expect anyone to understand the relationship they’d developed. The oneness they’d shared. She felt so fucking alone without him; it was too quiet in her head now. She still had those close to her - Panam and the Aldecaldos, Judy, Kerry, Misty… and above all, she had Viktor Vektor - but none of them could ease the numbness she felt now that Johnny was gone. None of them except Viktor, at least.

She thought of the night she woke up on his table, mere hours from certain death. He could barely look at her and he was so fucking angry. He'd told her to figure her shit out, to fix it, his anger laced with worry as he’d turned his back to her with a heavy sigh. She remembered how painful the sharpness of his words were. She’d picked up the gun he’d laid out for her, slipped the pills into her pocket and glanced at him before turning away. As she'd reached the gate of the clinic, he'd said her name. Her real name. She'd turned back to him, heart in her throat, and he was leaning his clenched fists on the desk, head hung.

He'd said, "You come back to me, y'hear?" and looked up when she didn't answer. She'd limped back over to him, and he'd looked down at her with a furrowed brow and clenched jaw. She'd touched his shoulder, gently turning him to face her as he stood upright. She’d reached up to stroke his cheek, and his eyes had softened; she'd slid her hand round to the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He'd been stiff for a moment, before relaxing into her and bringing his large hands up to hold her face firmly against his. Vik had parted his lips and kissed her again, tilting his head a little, his mouth moving slowly and tenderly. In that moment, with V so close to death and sharing her first kiss with the man she loved, she knew she had to come back. She had to come back for him. She'd pulled away, nuzzled her nose against his, whispering a promise to return before leaving. They hadn't brought it up since.

She thought of the way he'd stared at her, wide eyed and dumbfounded, when she'd stumbled back into his clinic a few days later; free of Johnny, free of impending death, mere hours after it was all over.

“It’s done,” She’d said, and Vik had staggered to his feet.

“The chip?”

“Gone.”

“And you-” He’d swallowed hard. “You’re okay?”

“Alt,” She’d said with a weary smile. “She saved me.”

Vik had nodded slowly, staring at her before dropping the equipment in his hands and rushing over to her, wrapping her up in his arms and holding her tight. He'd pressed his face into her neck, breathing shakily, mumbling against her skin that he knew she'd come back. She'd threaded her fingers through his hair, breathing him in, her heart swelling and fluttering and damn near ready to burst through her chest. He'd pulled away slightly, their noses brushing, staring at her with pure disbelief in his eyes. He'd cupped her face in his hands, parting his lips to say something when Misty had come flying in through the door, throwing herself at V's back, tears flowing freely as the three of them hugged.

She missed the feeling of his strong arms around her, especially now as she lay alone, unable to sleep.

She reached for her phone, the background a picture of herself, Jackie, Misty and Viktor. Misty was sitting on Jackie's lap, taking the selfie with an arm stretched out to get Viktor and V behind them. V had jumped onto Vik's back, arms around his neck, grinning from ear to ear and Jackie had his eyebrow raised, a devilish smirk on his handsome face. Tears filled V's eyes and she blinked them away, gaze returning to the man in the back.

Vik.

Her thumb traced his smiling face, and before she knew what she was doing, she was opening her messages.

V: You up?

She stared at the screen, a hopefulness curling in her gut as she waited. The message appeared as 'read', but no reply came. She placed the phone face down beside her, looking over to the dreamcatcher, a gift from Misty, that hung above her bed.

Then, a call came through on the holo. It was Viktor.

"Hey, kid."

"Hey." She replied weakly, sitting up, bringing her knees up to cover her bare chest. His head tilted a little.

"You all right?" His voice was gentle, laced with concern. She could see he was in his clinic, despite the late hour.

"Yeah," she said unconvincingly. "Can't sleep." She paused and he smiled sympathetically. "You workin'?"

"Had a patient come in as I was closin' up shop. Sent him on his way just now." She nods.

"Can you, uh," The words suddenly died in her throat. Was it too much to ask of him? He looked tired. She swallowed. "Can you come over?" He smiled.

"Gimme 10." He said, and V let out the breath she didn't realise she was holding.

“Thanks, Vik.” She offered him a small smile, which he returned.

“Sure thing. Be there soon.” She ended the call, breathing out slowly, looking across her apartment.

Dark. Quiet. Empty.

She shook her head, swinging her legs over the edge of her bed, reaching for a cropped t-shirt and pulling it over her head. She picked up her cigarette case - a sleek, metallic design that Judy had gifted her - and put one between her lips, lighting the end and inhaling as she got to her feet. Leaning against her window, she blew out the smoke, trying to ignore the numb feeling curling in her gut. Vik was coming; she wouldn’t be alone for much longer. She got lost watching the neon lights outside of the megabuilding, feeling like she’d stepped outside of herself, so much so that she almost didn’t hear the buzzer ring out at her apartment door. Stubbing out her cigarette, she dropped her cigarette case on the table in front of the couch and headed over to the door, waving her hand over the sensor. Light from outside of the apartment poured in, and she squinted against it, stepping aside to let the tall figure come inside.

"Hey, sweetheart." Vik stepped in, kissing the top of her head. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing him in, and looked up at him when he nudged her arm with a coffee cup. She gratefully accepted, thanking him with a tired smile before taking a sip, turning to head across the apartment to the sunken couch as he slipped off his jacket. His eyes trailed over the small section of her back that was visible between the bottom of her cropped t-shirt and the top of her underwear, down the gorgeous curve of her hips and her slender legs. He tore his gaze away, throwing his jacket over the back of the chair at her desk.

V settled down on the couch, sipping the coffee, humming as the deliciously warm liquid slid down to her stomach. Vik sat beside her, one leg tucked under the other to face her as he lay his arm across the back of the couch. She fought the urge to reach out and grab his hand, instead taking another sip of her coffee.

"So,” He said gently. “What’s goin’ on?” He waited patiently as she set her coffee down on the table and picked up her cigarette case, pulling one out and sticking it between her lips. She held the case out to Vik and he took one, leaning in when V flicked the lighter and held it out to him. She lit her own, inhaled deeply and blew out the smoke, leaning her elbow on the back of the couch and resting her head on her hand.

"I don't know how to move on from any of this." She says finally. "I miss him." She takes another drag of her cigarette.

"Jackie?" Vik asks, and V shakes her head.

"I mean, yes," She says, blowing out the smoke. "Of course I miss him."

"So… you mean Johnny?" V nods.

"He was a part of me, Vik," She says, almost pleading for him to understand. "He was always with me and now that he's gone, I-" she cuts herself off, a lump forming in her throat.

She takes a drag of her cigarette, hand shaking as she pulls it away and squeezes the bridge of her nose with her fingers. He laid his hand gently on her arm, an anchor, and she leaned into his touch.

"I can't explain the connection we had." She says. "It's like we were one person, y'know?" Vik nods. "He was a fuckin' asshole. God, he was infuriating,” She smiled sadly. “But… we understood each other, I think. He fought for me, in the end. Made sure Alt fixed me and sent me back in one piece." She leaned over to stub her cigarette out in the ashtray, sighing as she sat back on the couch.

“I feel so... lonely,” She says quietly, and Vik tilts his head to the side a little. “It’s so quiet without him. And then I think about Jackie-" Her voice cracks, then, and she swallows the lump in her throat, tears filling her eyes.

“Hey,” Vik discards his cigarette before shuffling closer and pulling her legs over his lap, reaching a hand up to stroke her hair. “It’s okay, V.”

She can’t bring herself to look at him. She’d never allowed herself to cry in front of anyone - not at Jackie’s ofrenda, and not after Panam had dropped her off at Vik's clinic, when it was all over; even then she hadn't cried. She'd just let herself get lost in the safety of his embrace, breathing him in. It wasn't until she'd gone home later that night that the gravity of it all hit her like a ton of fucking bricks and she'd broken down, crying like she'd never cried in her life. All of the grief she'd held inside poured out of her, and she’d cried until her throat was raw, her eyes were sore and she was heaving into the toilet.

“Jackie was family.” She whispered, a tear sliding down her cheek. She quickly wipes it away, staring across the apartment. “And I-” She screwed her eyes shut, bringing a hand up to cover her face, silently begging for the images to get out of her head. “I watched him die.” Vik clenched his jaw, gently running his knuckles over her tear stained cheek.

“Sometimes it feels like everything is just… pressing down so hard on my chest,” She said, gesturing to herself. “And I can barely breathe, and,” She paused, voice shaking. She inhaled sharply, letting out a shuddering breath and whispered, “It’s fucking unbearable.”

Vik remained quiet, watching her, brow furrowed in concern as he held her knees against his chest. She took a deep breath, the heaviness clutching her heart forcing the lump straight back into her throat again. Her bottom lip was quivering, and she sniffed, wiping her eyes.

“But then there’s you,” She said suddenly, looking down at the floor and Vik’s hand hesitates on her cheek for a moment. “The only person that makes me feel like I can take a fucking breath.” He considered her for a moment, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"What are you saying?" He asked tentatively, and V looked at him, tears brimming in her eyes.

"I'm saying that if I lost you too, that's just not something I could fucking survive, Vik."

"V," he whispered, thumb tracing her jaw. "I ain't goin' anywhere." She leans into his touch, closing her eyes and reaching up with both hands to cup his own. A warmth enveloped her heart, then, and she sighed, letting her breathing return to normal.

"Stay with me?" She asked, opening her eyes. He smiled, pulling her hands towards his lips. He kissed her knuckles, stroking them with his thumbs.

“Of course.” She watched him for a moment, before a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips and she thanked him as she got to her feet.

"I'll be back in a sec." She said, squeezing his hand before letting go. "Make yourself comfortable." She gestured to her bed and headed to the bathroom. She leaned against the sink, looking at herself in the mirror. For a moment, she half expected Johnny to appear behind her, and something twisted in her gut at the thought. She sighed, turning on the faucet and cupping her hands underneath the water. She leaned down, splashing the water over her face and around her neck, closing her eyes and breathing deeply.

Johnny’s gone, she told herself. He’s not coming back.

V grabbed a towel, patting her face and neck, glancing one more time at the mirror before tossing the towel down and switching off the light, heading out of the bathroom. Stepping back into the dark space that didn’t feel so empty anymore, she looked over to find Vik sitting on the edge of her bed, resting his arms on his knees, looking out of the window. His shoes sat on the floor beside him, his shirt and tank top folded up on top. She’d never seen him without his signature ripperdoc attire, and swallowed at the sight of his bare chest, broad and firm and thoroughly inviting. His boxing glove necklace hung over his clavicle, the light from outside bouncing off of the golden charm.

She stood in front of him, and Vik looked up at her, his stomach in knots. Fuck, he thought. She’s so beautiful. Her long, dark hair hung over her shoulder in messy waves; the cropped white t-shirt she wore hugged her chest, exposing her navel, and the sight of soft skin disappearing underneath lacy underwear left his head spinning. The lights of Night City cast a blue hue over her dark apartment, with pink neon lighting the side of her body, caressing every curve of her gorgeous form.

"There she is," he said quietly, shuffling back a little and holding out his hand. "C'mere, sweetheart." V positively fucking melted as she took his hand, allowing him to guide her down as she knelt either side of his hips, straddling his lap. She sat back on his knees, hands tentatively on his chest, and his large hands gently stroked the small of her back.

"I'm gonna be with you through it all, all right?" He said, and she slid her hands up around his neck, resting her arms lazily over his shoulders, fingers stroking the hair at the top of his neck. "However long it takes, whatever it takes. You don't have to do this alone."

V suddenly thought of their first kiss - their only kiss - and wondered how the hell two weeks had passed since she felt his lips against her own. Her heart was swelling in her chest at his earnest words, and sighed, the love she had for him filling her up and forcing every negative thought out of her head.

"Vik, I-" She cut herself off, unable to tear her eyes away from his own. He smiled, warm and genuine and full of love. She slid a hand around to cup his cheek, tracing her thumb over his lips, and he turned his face into her hand, kissing her palm. Her heart absolutely soared.

"I…" She said again, and he looked up at her. She'd never said the words. He waited patiently, hands sliding round to her thighs, stroking the soft skin gently. V found herself leaning in, nuzzling his nose with her own, a gorgeous smile lighting up his face as she pressed her lips against his. God, she wished she could stay here, like this, forever. Nothing had ever felt so right in her entire life. She felt the grief, the pain, all of it wash away with every brush of his lips against her own.

She pulled away suddenly, throwing caution to the wind.

"I love you." He pulled back, considered her, and said nothing. Her cheeks flushed and she was just about ready for the ground to swallow her whole, when he chuckled.

"Well, I'll be damned," he said, and she smiled nervously. "I love you, too, V."

She heaved a sigh of relief, dropping her head onto his shoulder as he laughed - a truly glorious sound - and wrapped his arms around her back.

"How could I not, hm?" He said, and she sat back. He tucked her hair behind her ear, pulling her in for another kiss, running his thumb across her jaw. It was a sweet kiss - slow, soft, loving. Vik pulled away, smiling up at her, and kissed her once more.

"Waddya say we try to get some sleep?" He asked, and V nodded.

"Okay." He scooted back on the bed, one arm wrapped around V's middle, bringing her with him as he clumsily laid back. She couldn't help the giggle that escaped her lips, a sound that made Vik's heart positively fucking ache with adoration. They settled on the pillows, facing each other, and Vik's glasses tilted off his nose. V tentatively pulled them away from his face, breath hitching in her throat when she was met with a sea of gorgeous turquoise. She’d never seen him without his glasses before, and reached blindly behind her to set his glasses on top of his clothes. She traced the outline of his face, her gaze locked onto his eyes, and smiled.

"You're beautiful." She said suddenly, and Vik laughed, his cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink. "Viktor Vektor, are you blushing?" He snorted as he buried his face into the pillow. V couldn't help but grin, and the ripperdoc's eyes returned to her own, cracking a smile that made her dizzy.

"Not somethin' I've ever been told," he said, and V smiled, running her fingers through his hair. Vik watched her, his hand absentmindedly stroking her hip. Her eyes soon grew tired, and she shuffled closer to him, burying her face into his chest, tangling her legs with his own. He wrapped her up in his arms, stroking her hair.

"Feelin' any better?" He asked quietly, and felt her nod, humming against his chest. She yawned, and he smiled, kissing the top of her head.

“Night, sweetheart.”

#viktor vector #viktor vektor #victor vector #cyberpunk 2077 #viktor x v #i've spent way too long writing this fic but i'm finally really happy with how it turned out #KSJDMFJKSL I HOPE YOU LIKE IT

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famej · 3 years

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Model

Mammon x Reader

Camera flashes filled the room, capturing the demon’s face. Poses after poses, from cute to extra hot and with or without clothes, every little patch of Mammon has been immortalized.

I was sitting on a bench, far away from all the lights, on the side of the shooting spot. Mye yes were glued to the handsome demon, unable to understand how this man who always made bad decisions for himself and getting himself in trouble most of the time, coudl also be a model for the most famous fashion brandin all the devildom.

Apparently, his thirst for money could make him do anything and « anything » meant becoming hot to the point he’d make you wanting more.

The flashes died down and the photographer put his camera down.

-« Five minutes break and we’ll do the swim suits » he said before the crew scattered around in the studio.

Mammon looked in your direction and waved before leaving his spot and trotted twoard you.

He stopped right in front of you with a bright smile, you stood up.

« How was it ? Did I make your heart melt with my beauty ? » he teased, flexing his muscles exageeratingly.

After rolling my eyes and chuckling at his antics, I answered :

You were really good ! Honestly I have trouble admitting that the Mammon I kno can be that good looking and charismatic »

« Ah thanks ! I knew you… Oi ! What does that mean ? I’m always good-looking and charismatic ! And you forgot smart as hell ! »

« Sometimes more than others… » you teased « Want some water ? » you asked, grabbing the bottle of fresh water you’d kept especially for him.

He accepted your gift and took a big gulp ; he didn’t even finish drinking that a member of the staff came to take him to get changed.

« See you later, MC, don’t take your eyes off me or you’ll miss one of my glorious pose » he shouted through the room before running off.

I shook my head and let myself fall back on the bench.

While Mammon was in the changing room, the background completely changed . The color whent from white to night blue and on the floor was a sort of low pool of water . Going with this set up came hoses placed above the water. Only with the materials before your eyes, you had a brief idea of what could be the incoming photoshoot.

Next thing, Mammon re-appeared, wearing a white swim trunk, matching his hair and fitting perfectly i ncontrast with his tanned skin. Oh and were those abs I was seeing ? Yeah they were ! It definitely wasn’t the same person you were living with ! The one doing stupid things, who stole his brothers’ stuff to buy ridiculously luxurious items, and who ended more often than not hung by his feet from the chandelier. But this Mammon walked past you, throwing yo a wink over his shoulder before settling in his previous spot. He stepped in the water while the photograph ordered two of his minions to work the hoses.

« This one will be for summer, you’ll make all the girls fawn over you and the other demons will be crazy jealous ! Give it your all and you’ll be our next face, Mammon » he told his model

The staff turned the hoses on and the avatar of greed received the water from above, switching to super model mode. Arms extended and head lighlty thrown back, eyes closed with a satisfied smile. The water poured down on him, drops glistening on his exposed skin.

« Yeah ! Just like that ! »

Mammon brought his hands to his hair, pushing his wet mane back, then gave a seductive look at the camera. Followed, was a cliché of him sliding his hands from his neck down to his lower belly, stopping a few seconds on his defined abs. The photographer was capturing every bit of his sexiness as, well as you, trying to immortalize this image in your mind forever.

« For the last one, be sexy as hell, we want our readers to drool »

The demon grabbed the hem of his swim trunk and lowered it enough so the white hair of his happy trail was exposed. He lowered it even more to show off the very last few of his pubes before his engine. V-line perfectly shadowed and garanteed to please all Majolish fans.

The photographer let out a bunch of satisfied noise and obscene onomatopeias before putting his camera away.

« Perfect ! Mammon, dear, you will be Majolish next man model, you’re amazing ! »

The latter looked at you and gave you thumbs up, punctued by a wink, with an exaggerated mouth movement. Yeah, usual Mammon was back.

I waited quietly until he came back from changing, all the previous sights of Mammon clear in my head.

« Y/N are yo uready ? »

I shook my head, chasing my impure thoughts away and followed him out of the studio, eager to got my hands on a copy of that magazine.

Two weeks later, Majolish had published their new edition of their ashion magazine and on the cover was an unknown handsome demon.

Knwoming the release date, thanks to that unknown demon who kept throwing hints your way, in case you forgot, you decided to wait for the morning opening and buy as much as you could.

When you left, a bunch of girls were gushing over Mammon’s pictures and you thanked yourself for being so well organized, ‘cause the news had spreaded and all the copies have been sold out within the first minutes of the shop’s opening.

The house of Lamentation was rather quiet at this hour, weekends meant that the inhabitants, except Lucifer would sleep in, leaving the household in utter quietness.

So, itw as easy to trottle back to your room without been seen. Arrived there, you sat on your bed and spreaded all the copies on your blanket. Your took one and admire dit. The picture was beautiful, Mammon’s skin was wet, his hair pushed back and trunk low on his hips. Sooooo hot !!! You couldn’t refrain a squeal of happiness. Yo uhad to keep those copies somewhere safe where no one especially the second born, who has the curious habit to rummage through your stuff like a raccoon, would find it.

Speaking of the devil, he bursted through your door, screaming, terrorizing you in the process.

« MC ! Have you seen the cover ?! I received the picture by e-mail a minute ago. I’m so hot ! »

He speed walked to your bed, not caring that he was still in his pajamas, his hair looking like a bird’s nest.

Before you could do anything, his eyes fells on the numerous magazines.

« Ugh… »

None answer came to your mind due to the embarrassement you were feeling.

« How many of these did you buy ? Damn, this picture is amazing ! What do you think ? »

He looked at you intently, his self pide evident on his face.

« Why do you think I bought some many ? You look marvelous ! »

It was too much to look at him, you kept your eyes on the magazine, hoping that not seeing his face would prevent the incoming blush. The silence became heavy, normally Mammon would blabber nonsense to fill the blanks.

« AHAHAH Of course I am ! I always look fabulous , I’m the great Mammon after all ! »

It shoulve have sounded so confident but the stutter and blush didn’t make it very convincing.

« You’re right. I’ve seen you during the photoshoot and it’s not surprising, you’re a really good model. Here, take one as a souvenir, I keep one for myself and distribute the others to your brothers, I bet they’ll be proud of you » you smiled at him, handing him one of the copies.

He seized it and looked at the cover, before lowering the magazine, and looking at the floor.

« Do…you really think that ? »

He looked adorable when he was flustered. Oh Mammon…

« Of course ! And if you ever get the other pics I can make an album so you’ll have you own professional book that we can look at whenever we want »

He perked up at your words and dared to show you his flushing face.

« Well, thanks, I’ll think about it. But… you know, you have the real me to look at right ? »

That made you get off your bed and walk up to him. And got on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek, which made him blush even more than he already was.

« I know that . But I’m just showing how proud of you I am, Mammon »

And then you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

The avatar of greed was speechless, his arms laid at his side, under his disbelief. But he slowly encircled your little frame, letting himself slump against you, even burying his face in the crook of your neck.

« Thank you » he whispered , holding you thight

« Don’t thank me for pointing how amazing you are, Mammon »

That was the only thing he need to start tearing up in their embrace, thanking whoever decided to send you to him.

#Mammon #obey me #otome game #obey me brothers #mammon x reader #lucifer #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #belphegor #beelzebub #obey me imagine #mammon imagine

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lupinsx · 4 years

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What You Do to Me

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Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: Ever since the beginning of your fifth year, Draco became unpleasant towards you, and you’re determined to find out why.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Kissing, but that’s about it.

a/n — Hello, this is my first writing prompt on here. Feel free to request a one-shot in my inbox and I’ll try to get back to you as soon as possible!

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"And then she had the audacity to run away! Can you believe her?"

A chorus of exaggerated gasps and responses echoed in the Slytherin common room. You gave a light chuckle at the nature of your friends as you took a sip from the bottle of butterbeer laying around before briefly glancing up at the clock.

Blaise, Pansy, Theo, Daphne, Draco, and you laid sprawled across the couches and floor of the common room. It was a usual thing for you guys to hang out there before curfew whenever an escape from studies was collectively needed. Given the intensity of a fifth year's workload, it was nearly every other day when you guys would gather together with some drinks for a couple hours. You weren't complaining, though — this is much rather preferred than working on Snape's essays.

You suddenly put down your bottle and stood up hazily while brushing down your skirt. Five pair of eyes instantaneously turned towards your way as you shot them an apologetic smile. "Sorry, but I promised my brother I'd meet up with him and his friends in the library."

It wasn't uncommon for you to receive disapproving looks whenever your brother and his Gryffindor friends were brought up. You chose to ignore it, as they never verbally expressed their dislike towards them. Until now, when Draco Malfoy decided he suddenly had something to say.

“Those Gryffindors? You could do so much better," he remarked without sparing you a glance. You scoffed at his immaturity and crossed your arms against your chest.

"I don't recall asking for your opinion, Malfoy," You said, clenching your jaw. "Besides, they make better company than you do." He smirked to himself before turning his head slightly to meet your gaze. There was a moment of hesitation before his response, in which he simply scanned your face before staring into your eyes again.

With an infuriating grin plastered on his face, he said, "Please, we know the real reason is that you want to snog Potter. Your attempts are pathetic, anyone can see that."

Your face heated up with rage and embarrassment — How dare he imply that? "Go to hell, Malfoy," you muttered just loud enough to be heard before storming out of the portrait hole.

He was never this rude throughout your time at Hogwarts. You two were the least closest within the group, as you'd normally never speak to him unless it was alongside the others, but he still remained civil with you. It was only the beginning of the school year when this had changed.

He began giving you snide comments about your closeness with the Golden Trio and you being a Weasley. Most people didn't mind that fact, as you were still a Slytherin despite all of your siblings being otherwise, but Draco never failed to insult you about it somehow during any given circumstance.

You attempted to brush your thoughts of him away once you approached the library. However, the question of why he was being like this towards you remained in your head until the end up the night, making you fall asleep with a clouded head and a heavy chest.

~~~

"Settle down, class, unless you intend on receiving a string of detentions," Professor Snape said languidly, silencing the room of Gryffindors and Slytherins. You sat next to Harry, with your brother Ron seated with Hermione behind you two. "Today, we will be brewing a particularly difficult potion in groups of two. Open up your textbook to page 394 as I put you all into pairs."

Harry gave a slight groan next to you upon hearing Professor Snape. You squeezed his hand reassuringly and offered an encouraging grin. You two would often pair up with each other, given how you have a greater talent for Potions than he does. A partner willing to lead most of it is often hard to come across when the pairs are pre-picked, to Harry's dismay.

Professor Snape began listing pairs of his piece of parchment, causing fear to erupt in the stomach's of most. You didn't pay much attention to the names being said as you pulled out your textbook. It was only until the last pairing when you hear your name being mentioned that you finally looked up.

"Y/N Weasley and Draco Malfoy."

You winced at the mention of your partner for the day. Turning your head tentatively, you glanced at Draco. He held an empty expression, void of any emotions indicating how he felt about the pairing. Upon noticing your gaze, he stood up silently to approach your desk.

"Let me know if he is being a dick to you," Harry said softly, squeezing your shoulder before leaving his seat. You notice the glares Draco gave to Harry's departing figure and rolled your eyes, gesturing him to sit down.

"Don't miss your boyfriend too much," Draco said with a scowl on his face. You raised your eyebrows in disbelief. He never quits, does he?

"I'll get the ingredients, you set up the cauldron," You muttered, not wasting any time to get up and briefly depart with him. You quietly groaned in anger once out of his earshot. Out of the twenty-something students in the class, you, unfortunately, had the luck of being with him.

While muttering some less than appropriate words to describe the platinum haired boy, you grabbed the ingredients listed in your textbook. Unicorn hair, you thought to yourself as you try to locate it along the shelves. Upon seeing it in the uppermost compartment, you sighed before placing your materials down and reaching for it.

Come down already! you thought to yourself as you stood on tiptoe with your arms extended. Still, you barely managed to brush your fingers on the bottom of the container. As you contemplated giving up and simply calling someone else to grab it, you felt a presence appear behind you.

Dangerously close behind you.

You could feel their breath tickle the lobe of your ear as they reached for the ingredient with no hassle. Their hand seemed to delicately brush over your outstretched arm on its way down, making shivers appear instantaneously.

You lowered your heel and dropped your arm by your side. Your positions lingered for a brief moment before they took a step back and you turned around. That's when your eyes met a pair of ash-gray ones boring into your own.

For a moment, the room was still, or it at least appeared to be. Nothing else was registered in your brain besides those foggy eyes in front of you. You wanted to take a picture, to capture the beautiful sight, but you knew regardless it would be implanted in your brain for life.

Suddenly, Draco diverted his eyes with a slight cough saying, "You looked like you were struggling." He then strode across the room to return to your desk, looking solely at the work in front of him. As you gathered your materials swiftly and returned to your desk as well, you failed to notice the tinge of pink appearing on his cheeks, similar to your own.

The rest of the class was spent in silence, avoiding his occasional glance and trying to ignore the harsh beating of your heart.

~~~

It was nearly a week after the Potion's incident, and you haven't come across Draco since. To be fair, you were also doing your fair share of avoiding — coming to breakfast and dinner earlier than usual and leaving when the crowd came, as well as hanging out with the Gryffindors more often than the Slytherins. But Draco hasn't been attending the get-togethers in the common room before curfew. It was almost as if he dropped off the face of the Earth.

As you turn the corner in an empty corridor with no clear direction in mind, a tall figure colliding with yours abruptly broke your trance. You fell on your butt and grimaced. Why must this happen to me, you thought in mild pain. Your eyes were too squinted to notice the hand offered in front of you.

Suddenly, the person grabbed your forearm and lifted you up onto your feet. You stumbled for a moment, gripping onto their shoulder for balance, before your eyes fell on the face of the stranger.

Fate was being real funny today.

Draco stood in front of you, making you hyper aware of lack of space between you two. You immediately retracted your hand from his shoulder, but his grip lingered on your arm for a moment before he took it off. Then, he simply scowled at you and rolled his eyes before walking away.

"Watch where you're going next time, Weasley."

You let out a dry chuckle, amazed by his duality. One minute, he'll be extremely close, staring into yours eyes softly. The next, he'll be acting like an absolute git, taking any chance to insult you.

Before he managed to get far, you grabbed the end of his tie and pulled him back so he was at eye level with you. You glared at him for a moment before speaking slowly, "What is your problem with me?"

Draco gulped tentatively, meeting your harsh stare with his striking silver eyes. After a moment of him simply taking in the appearance of your eyes, he opened his mouth to speak. "It's what you're doing to me."

You paused, your grip loosening on his tie as your expression morphed into one of confusion. "What am I doing to you?" you asked in a soft whisper. You didn't know how to react to his statement — you generally steered clear of him unless he spoke to you first. What could you have possibly done to make him hate you?

Draco pulled his tie out of your hands and stood up to his full height. He then took slow strides towards you, making you backup to maintain some space apart. Eventually, your back had hit a wall, and there was no avoiding his strong gaze when there was merely centimeters between you two. He raised his arm to the spot of the wall next to your head, partially trapping you in this position.

"You wanna know what you're doing to me?" He tilted his head very slightly, searching your face for any sign of emotion. "You're running through my head every minute of every day. You're making my heart beat rapidly and my face red at the mere sight of you. You- you're making me feel things I've never felt for someone before."

There was a slight pause in his speech when he simply gazed into your eyes, observing your reaction. Your lips parted slightly in shock, your eyes widened, your cheeks painted with crimson. He took that as an opportunity to continue, in a breathy whisper, "That's what you're doing to me."

Your outer expression displayed merely surprise, but you were jumping in glee on the inside. You have always liked Draco since the second year. You admired his confidence and pride, his sheer ambition, and admittedly, his handsome appearance. Upon hearing the revelation, it's natural that you'd feel quite joyous.

Still, you had to remind yourself of his behaviour during the past two months. Clearing your throat in an attempt to briefly mask your feelings, you said in a sarcastic tone, "That definitely excuses how you've been treating me this year."

Draco's face suddenly turned pale as his eyebrows furrowed in regret. He looked down, ashamed of himself, and dropped the arm trapping you to his side. He mumbled an apology under his breath and stepped back sadly.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you threw your arms around his neck and brought him closer to you once again. "Don't worry, I forgive you," you said, slamming your lips onto his before he could respond. His eyes widened as he stood still for a moment, but he quickly melted into your lips and brought his arms around your waist shortly after.

The kiss started off passionate, filled with the raw, unadulterated desire built up inside them over the years. He gripped your waist as if you would flee when he let go, and he kept bringing you impossibly closer to him. However, it gradually developed into a sweeter, more slower kiss as it went on. You melted into his arms, and neither wanted the moment to end.

After what felt like a century of having your lips connected, you finally pulled away, heaving a euphoric sigh. His breathing was accelerated, and your lips were red and swollen. A grin slowly stretched across his face, and a laugh other than the sarcastic ones you were used to hearing was released. An airy, untroubled one, which sounds absolutely magnificent.

The moment was suddenly disturbed by a loud bang. You and Draco abruptly pulled apart, looking at the surprise visitors. At the end of the hall, Ron, Harry, and Hermione stood shocked, and a textbook laid on the floor in front of Ron's open arms.

"You and Draco are d-dating?" said your brother with a horrified grimace painting his face.

Draco faced you with a slight smile. Grabbing your hand and giving it an affectionate squeeze, he prompted, "Only if you'd like to."

"Of course. What more would I want?"

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a/n — Horrifyingly enough, I almost deleted it. Thankfully I put it in a google doc. Anyways, reminder that requests are open! Thank you for reading :)

#draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco one shot #draco malfoy one shot #draco fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter one shot #writing #my prompts #draco x reader imagines #draco malfoy imagines

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buck-nialled · 4 years

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Two Million Minutes (3) - N. Horan

NOTE: THANK YOU FOR ALL OF THE ASKS AND MESSAGES TO CONTINUE THIS STORY! AS REQUESTED, HERE IS PART THREE! IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS OR PARTICULAR SCENES YOU’D LIKE TO SEE HAPPEN FEEL FREE TO ASK OR MESSAGE ME!

PLAYLIST // PART ONE // PART TWO

The following day, Bobby drove Niall home from the hospital once he was discharged. Veronica spent an hour moving all of her belongings from Niall’s old bedroom and into the guest room so as not to leave any traces she was there. The woman even went as far as to remake the bed and switch out the sheets so the scent of her perfume would not disturb him. All while doing this, Maura was preparing dinner for the night to distract herself from hovering over her and making sure she was okay. She knew she was not. Maura knew it too, along with everybody but Niall. And for now, the unspoken plan between Veronica and his family was to keep it that way.

When Niall entered the house with Bobby and Jake close behind him, his eyes caught sight of his mother in front of the steaming pot of roast.

“Hey, mum.” The boy grinned widely, being engulfed by his mother’s arms only a moment later.

“Finally, you’re home.” She breathed out in relief.

“Yeah, the tour really drags on when you’re homesick.” Maura and Bobby meet eyes, sharing a wary glance.

“About that, honey. There are some things we need to catch you up on.” Maura begins, grabbing Niall’s broad shoulders and leading him to the table. Veronica observed the sweats and tee-shirt donning Niall's build. Bobby waltzed into the room earlier while Veronica was cleaning it, trying to be unobtrusive while he gathered some fresh clothes for the man. Since the previous night, his “On the Loose” hoodie remained on her top half. He surely would not remember it belonged to him if he recognized it, she concluded. He could hardly remember the person wearing it.

“Yeah…the doctor said I forgot some things...how much?” He locked eyes with everybody in the room as he spoke, including Veronica. The desperation in his voice made her heart twist and she had to glue her eyes to the floor to avoid any more tears.

“Five years…that’s what we’re estimating, at least.” Jake answers, voice steady as he spoke. Niall blows out a breath, looking as though a strong wind knocked him down into the dining room chair.

“F-five years?” And the blows just kept coming at him, one after the other. It made Veronica wince each time his lips curled down when an answer was given to one of his endless questions. When dinner was laid out on the table, Veronica’s fingers twitched to graze the back of the chair beside Niall’s, but the screeching of a different one on the tiled floor made her eyes flick up.

“Here, love.” Jake nodded down at the chair his hands were rested upon. Veronica felt Niall’s head turn and stare at her profile while she stood frozen momentarily. After surrendering the chair beside Niall with a nod, she shuffled around to the other side of the table and sat, completely adjacent to the man and right beside Jake. Veronica and Niall could not be further apart at this point.

“So, the band broke up…and now we’re all doing our own thing?” Niall looks across the table with raised bows. He noticed him and Veronica were the only two picking at their plate, rather than engorging themselves with everything off of it.

“Yep. You’re a solo artist now but me, Gerry, Lou, and John all play as your band.”

“Really? How many…songs—albums—do we have out?”

“Two. Heartbreak Weather just dropped at the beginning of the year.” Niall nods, yet his brows stay furrowed. It was an odd thing to embrace, and like. At this moment, he felt like a child in a grown man’s body and not just because of his bad knee. In five years, he had grown to be an act of his own, with two albums, which--judging by the titles--seemed way more complex than the bubblegum pop he had grown used to singing.

“You have them on your phone. If you ever want ta give em’ a listen. Might help jog the memory back.” Greg suggests.

“Uncle Niall!” A small cheer and succession of thumps are heard tumbling down the stairs before a small boy who captured Niall and his brother’s features stood before him with a smile. It almost stunned the man, how tall his nephew had grown, and how he was speaking in full sentences.

“Theo?” He whispers, almost in disbelief. The young boy hands him over a folded piece of paper eagerly, which Niall took. The front is labeled in red crayon that it was meant for Niall and from Theo.

“I made it myself!” The child boasts as Niall flips open the paper to see a picture of two figures—one short and labeled with ‘me’, and a taller stick figure labeled with an identical arrow and ‘you’ beside it. It made Niall clear his throat and his vision began blurring the words “GET WELL SOON” on the other side of the card as a glossy sheen overcame his eyes.

“Thank you, bud.” Niall brought the boy to his chest and dug his face against his small shoulder to wipe his eyes against Theo’s shirt. His fists clenched into the back of the cloth and gripped them tight.

“Please feel better. Auntie V is sad.” Theo attempts to whisper, but it still manages to reach every person sitting at the dinner table, including Veronica. Niall’s eyes shift up to find her looking down at the cloth napkin in her lap, refusing to meet anybody’s eyes. He only nods and sets Theo down, his small gift resting by his plate.

When dinner concluded, Veronica offered to clean the dishes with no hesitation. Maura, of course, refused she clean every plate herself.

“I’ll help.” Jake raised a hand and scooted out from his chair.

“Actually, Niall, why don’t you?” The woman suggests, giving her son a glance fueled by fire. It was a look Niall would not dare fight against, whether he is six or sixty.

“Mum, he just got home from the hospital. He’s probably got a lot to mull over.” Greg cuts in. Veronica is still staring down at her hands as she twiddles her thumbs and can feel a few pairs of eyes burning into her profile. Like a target, Niall’s eyes were focused right on the woman’s forehead.

“Well, I’m sure Veronica could help him with that, also.” She insists, sending her other son the same look she had delivered to Niall. Slowly, the table clears of people with Greg, Denise, Theo, and Jake all bidding goodbyes. Jake's arms stay wrapped around Veronica the longest and leave Niall questioning why he only got a pat on the back and “feel better, buddy” from a person he was supposedly close with. The duo removed all glassware and cutlery from the table and traversed into the kitchen with stacks of cups and place.

“I’ll wash—”

“You wash—”

For the first time since Niall was brought into the hospital, both of them laughed. Their chuckles swirled and bounced across the kitchen while Veronica situated herself in front of the sink. Niall stood close by, but still further than he normally would be. Just the other night both volunteered to be on cleaning duty and Niall could not keep his hands off of her. Rather than drying—which Niall will whine to do anything but—his arms slid around the girl’s middle and pressed their bodies against one another. Lowly, he serenaded her to the Elvis song emanating from her phone, voice husky.

She shivered at the memory and felt moisture grown in between her legs. A small frown droops on her face, knowing it would be a while until that itch of hers could be scratched. Niall pretended her smile was just washed away before him and continued the conversation.

“I only like drying.”

“Yeah…I know.” Veronica murmurs as she twists the faucet, filling the basin with warm, soapy water.

“Do we clean dishes together often?” Niall asks, a smirk teasing the corner of his lips. A slight laugh passes through her mouth as she journeys to a drawer containing clean rags.

“Yeah, back in…” The woman pauses upon grabbing a dry washcloth.

“Back in…” Niall presses.

“L.A.”

“Los Angeles?” He questions. “I live there?” Veronica hums and grabs another washcloth, handing him one on her way back to the sink. For the first time that night, the lock eyes.

“We both do.”

“Oh…” Niall thinks for a moment, trying to puzzle things together in his head. But there were so many pieces absent, so many unanswered questions and suspicious claims, Niall is unsure what to think of his current life. “So we’re roommates,” Niall concludes. It comes out sounding like more of a fact than a question, so much so that Veronica felt hopeless to correct him. It was better than a family-friend, the girl thought, she was getting closer.

“Yeah.” She begins scrubbing at the first plate, wiping away any crumbs or stubborn sauces, before passing it to Niall. The continued this process during their conversation.

“How long have we lived together?”

“Awhile.” She responds, trying to solve the math in her head. “We met in 2016, you bought a house out there, but I didn’t move in until about two years ago.” This part of the act was all truth and the one thing she had said to him with her voice unwavering.

“Why?” Niall wonders aloud. “Where did ya live two years ago?”

“There. But leasing was up at my apartment and I didn’t like the place too much. Your place was also closer to where I worked.” She shrugs. This was also true, but Niall being closer was the real reason Veronica said yes when he asked her. Because he wanted her close too. The man hummed as they continued cleaning the dishes in silence, but in only a few moments it was his broken with his chuckles filling the room.

Veronica turns her head up from the pile of bubbles to look at him laughing to himself and shaking his head. Like usual, she did not question the sound, and simply enjoyed the sight of the man and the beautiful sound his body created in front of her.

“Sorry, I just…I’m an idiot.”

“Yeah, you are.” Veronica’s mouth spoke before her mind could, and the wet slapping of her hand colliding with her mouth was all that resided between the two for a few seconds.

“I-I’m sorry, that just slipped—”

“It’s okay, love. I agree with you.”

“Care to explain?”

“I thought…earlier at dinner when Jake pulled ya chair out and sat next to you. It kinda looked like…you two—”

“Oh, no. No, no, no…” Veronica repeats through many giggles, not even letting Niall finish his explanation.

“Wow,” Niall snorts, “you must really not like the guy.”

“No, I mean, I do. He’s nice and all but…he’s just…” Not you, she could hear herself saying it in her mind so simply, but her mouth clamped itself shut instead.

“It’s alright, I get it.” She was thankful Niall could read between the lines (somewhat). Veronica only ever saw Jake like a brother, and she does not think that could ever change. Even beneath the current circumstances. Now up close, Niall's eyes cannot stop themselves from traveling down her attire while her eyes stayed focused on the sink. The small letters on her vanilla hoodie make his throat tighten once he realized they spelled out his name. Below lies a graphic of a woman's face surrounded by flowers and holding a heart which reads "On The Loose". His mind started to wander, but eventually, he decided not to say anything, no matter how familiar the hoodie appeared and how he somehow knew it belonged to him.

“So you don’t get anybody tyin’ you down?” From his tone, Veronica knew it was playful curiosity. There was no “move” he was playing or flirtatious wink after he asked it. As much as she did not want to, the woman forced herself to shake her head back and forth. This was her new normal. She had to learn to live with Niall not remembering just as much as he needed to himself.

“Nobody.”

“What? Ya joking! With a top dishwasher like yourself?”

“Hard to believe, right?” Veronica rolls her eyes at her sarcastic mutter, grabbing one of the final few dishes that need cleaning.

“No, not at all. Hell, I’m still single.” Niall pauses at this before his eyes flick up to his forehead. “At least, I think I am.” He murmurs before he’s laughing to himself once more.

"You are." Veronica murmurs through tight lips. She wishes immediately for the words to fly back into her but it was too late.

"Good," Niall mutters. "A relationship is the last thing I need right now."

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prince-toffee · 4 years

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Entrapdak Month

9. Human AU

“Oh sorry. Is Hector home?” The short woman in purple asked with a smile on her youthful tanned face. Freckles on her cheeks and nose, spread out like stars in the night sky. Her smile wide enough to go ear to ear. Two purple pigtails on the back, a beanie hat covering the top of her head. She wore a sleeveless shirt with ‘Dexter Morgan is my role model’, two strange fingerless gloves, a pair of dirty purple sweat pants and a pair of high welling boots. Also dirty. And muddy. She stood proud, she gave off a feeling of mighty height, always towering with her personality. A bag hanged across her left shoulder. She stood on the welcome mate - which had a red ‘not’ sprayed on it, probably one of V’s pranks. She seemed unphased by it or by the light drizzle of rain that night.

Infront of her, in the doorway of the dark mansion, stood eight or so oddly similar looking siblings. Most towering over her, with the exception of Moe in his wheelchair, and Zed who was ten. All of them looked at each other, heads and eyes turning from side to side, disbelief plastered on their facial expressions. After a few moments of awkward silence of staring at each other the disbelief turned to satisfaction and smug happiness. A smirk formed on each of their faces, except for Lee who never smiled, and Zed who was too young to understand. They looked as if they had won a deal or a prize, which they did.

“Sure. He’s in the living room. He’s been waiting, all nervous like.” said V, he was the one with the short shaved hair dyed red, even though all of them looked identical, boys and girls alike, yet he had a more vulture-y look to him with his pointy chin and even skinnier form then Hector, which Entrapta thought was impossible. His voice held a cocky tone to it.

“Please come in.” The woman with the blue mohawk welcomed her in, moving off to the side giving her space to move past them, gesturing with her hand to come into in the house. This was Dess.

“Oh, thank you.” Entrapta tapped her boots on the not-welcome mate getting off the mud before entering the household. The tap was half-hearted so the boots still left semi-muddy imprints on the nice wooden floor. Which had Moe scrunch up his face at the sight, he decided to just pass it, he was going to take care of that later. But hey, it’s the thought that counts. She was kindly asked to take them off and walk around freely in her socks. Dess gestured to the living room. Once again all observers stayed under the door frame of the living room, looking in on the interaction with giddy expressions on their faces.

Sure enough the short visitor spotted Hector in the centre of the room pacing back and forth, looking down at his phone screen. He looked nervous. Entrapta, from over his shoulder, saw her and Hector’s photo from the science fair, with her name above in contacts. She suddenly realised her phone was buzzing the entire way here, Hector must’ve been texting her all this time. He was always so worried, so self-conscious and unsure of himself, but only around her. She found it cute, in a way. Hector still hadn’t noticed her. Entrapta pulled out her phone and glanced at her messages from ‘Hordikins’, 48 messages unread. A giggle almost escaped her throat, she looked at the stream of continuous texts, her lips curling up. Messages were minutes apart. First:

‘Entrapta, you wished to meet. Where would that take place?’

‘Did you mean at your house? I would like to make sure, I wouldn’t want to intrude unwelcomed.’

‘WAIT, did you mean my house?! Because it is a bad idea!’

‘No. No. No.’

‘That is an awful idea. My Brother would kill me.’

‘My Brother will NOT allow it!’

‘Pls stay away!’

‘No please hold on, that sounded wrong. I’m sorry!’

‘I did NOT mean it like that!!’

‘Entrapta please answer!’

‘I am sorry!!!’

‘We can meet at your household. I could come over to your place.’

‘NO wait i didnt mean it like that either!’

‘Plase text bak’

‘Or call’

‘if you wish’

Entrapta had never seen Hordak’s grammar diminish as it continued, well not in text, he turned to an intelligible red tomato in real life every time he talked to her. And just as she finished reading over the last text bubble a new one blipped in. Hector must’ve heard it, because he turned around, his gaze was met with her own eyes, and for a moment he froze. A blush ran across his face, he was paralyzed on the spot with a heatwave storming inside him. Entrapta took the sight in, he wore a black turtle neck, his standard glasses and a black and gold dress with none of his famous slits - which slightly disappointed her. But it got better when she noticed he was wearing the pair of Star Trek socks she gave him for his birthday, she couldn’t believe he actually wore them. She felt her heart melt a little. She could barely hold back an ‘aw’ and it took all of her willpower to do so.

Hector’s blue dyed hair was messy, like he was, prier to her arrival, running through it frantically. A single lock of hair hung down his face, she looked to see Hector nervous, confused and paniced. They maybe realised that they stared at each other in silence a little too long, so Hector cleared his voice. He combed back the rogue lock of hair to look more presentable. His gaze shifted to the cluster of his siblings in the door way to the living room, pocking their heads in with smiles on their faces. Some suggestive ones too. He scowled at them. He set his phone aside.

“Entrapta, could we step out for a moment?” He asked with a wobble in his voice, trying his best to act tough and strong like he always did.

“No, no. We were all just going out for the game anyway... So you two will have the house to yourselves.” Dess stated as she directed her brothers out to the front door. She and Hector locked eyes, she was up to something he felt like. He narrowed his eyes at them, but didn’t do much else. Entrapta was pretty oblivious to the tension and implication.

Hector rubbed his nose, the unwanted audience wasn’t leaving quick enough for him, so he barked at them to chase them off, “Get out!” he yelled as they exited the house with V being the last one out, showing his tongue to him. The doors closed. He returned his gaze to Entrapta. He gestured with his hand to the coach as he himself sat down, Entrapta gladly followed suit as she plopped down on it. “I- um- I’m sorry about them... W-why are you here, Entrapta?”

Entrapta smiled back at him, “Because I wanted to see you silly. I missed you.” Hector wanted to reseed into the coach and never come out, she missed him? He didn’t know she cared that much for him. He found he didn’t know what to do with his hands so he had them strangely intertwined with each other. “And also because I wanted to show you something!” Stars in her eyes, Hector loved looking into them, he could do so all day. Entrapta unzipped her bag and plunged her hand into it and retrieved an item from it. She held it high into the air, “Ta-Da!”.

“What is it?”

“It’s a movie! I thought we could watch something together. Haven’t seen you all week. I missed you.” There it was again that confession, she missed him. He could not believe it, he couldn’t wrap his head around it. He looked at the DVD cover his guest waved in his face, he did not recognise it, he didn’t watch many movies. Nonsensical activities were not allowed in their household by their big Brother. The first game he ever played was Candy Crush on Entrapta’s phone, two weeks ago. He had very limited knowledge and interaction with pop culture. He did not go out much.

“Again, what is it?” Hector asked discombobulated.

“Well, I don’t exactly know, the blurb is super enigmatic. But I heard it’s really good, or that it’s a sin against god, no real middle ground when it comes to it. But I thought we could watch it together!” She rotated the rectangle container side to side, like a mother dangling keys infront of a baby, “Come on, I know how much you love being negative and critique things. You could actually have fun with it.”

“Fun?! You take that back.” He actually managed to make a joke, and it seemed to get Entrapta as she started to giggle. He really hoped it was genuine rather than a pity laugh. The short woman got off the coach and slotted the CD into the DVD player. Hector almost had a heart attack, they weren’t supposed to use it, it was off limits. He thanked the lord that his older Brother was out of town. Entrapta hopped back to the couch. And laid her own head on his shoulder. He stayed quiet, his pose stiffened, his breathing became heavier, his heart rate became more rapid. He hoped his heart wouldn’t jump out of his chest. He looked down on the resting angel woman, she was otherworldly, outstanding, absolutely gorgeous. He then turned to the screen of the television, and saw the movie starting. Perhaps this wasn’t going to be so bad. This could be fun.

Well, it would’ve been, if he didn’t spot his siblings spying on them through the living room window from the outside.

#entrapdak #entrapta #hordak #entrapdak month #entrapdak positivity month

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mariahthelioness29 · 4 years

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Differences

pairing: Sam x Bucky

words: 3.5k (how did I write this ?, I don’t know)

Warning; pinning, fluff, a smidge of smut, cursing (a little), alcohol consumption and 2 idiots in love, slow burn

A look of Sam and Bucky in New Orleans, A party, and maybe feelings being resolved. A conclusion (I guess) of No Plan and Going Back.

I was listening to Differences by Ginuwine and the tracks that follow on Youtube and I got inspired.

A special THANK YOU to @avintagekiss24 and @siancore. Your comments, suggestions are gold to me. I am so grateful.

@siancore @xbuchananbarnes @avintagekiss24 @helahades @euh-say-what-now @here-for-your-bullshit @rasberrylemon @blackmissfrizzle @sapphirescrolls @babiiface95 @27dis @captainsamwlsn

Face claim for new characters:

Nelsan Ellis- Lafayette

Rutina Wesley-Leyla

Miroslava Morales-Miriam

Mood board for the party:

The humidity and the temperature were unbearable. Today is his no-shirt- shorts on-day. It is so hot, that his insecurities about his scars are taking a day off.

It is so peaceful, he does not want to think about the mission they just had. Missions are always blocked from his mind. They are a heat in the moment thing. He thanks his mind for blocking them, otherwise he will be a nervous wreck.

This heat reminds him of Wakanda. That paradise on earth. He goes through his bag and takes a colorful notebook with patterns. His photo album.

Looking at the polaroid pictures of him in Wakanda. Shuri had some vintage items. She loves polaroid’s pictures so she gifted him a Polaroid camera.

One of him and Shuri in the lab.

One of him with the village kids and the goats.

G’cobisa, Tabo, Tinashe, Buhle, Khanyiswa, Kholiwe, M’tobheli, Anathi, Bonghani, Fikile Gugulethu. Those children are angels on Earth. Bucky ‘s not religious but whoever is up there, be it Bast or Jesus, he will ask them this:

“Please take care of those children, the people of Wakanda, allow them to be happy and let nothing bad happen to them”

Sam, I wish I had the courage to tell you how I feel, I really love you and I want you so bad, he thought while remembering last night's dream. He bites his lip and sighs.

Last night dream and his early-morning wood were: Sam giving him a show, having the best sex ever all while he takes pictures of him with the polaroid. Him going down on Sam, while Sam records him.

“FUUUUCK !!” Sam groaned.

“Keep goin’ like that, you’re so good at that, look at me baby boy”, he said out of breath in between moans, grabbing his hair with one hand. He looks up to him, teary eyed. Sam was recording him.

He shakes those thoughts away with a chill on his spine. He does not want to go to eat with a tent on his pants so he focuses on the other pictures.

One of the rivers and one of Birnin Zana. The Royal Palace. The market. Him eating at the market. Him drinking a gallon of milk cause his mouth was on fire due to the hot sauce on his food. That hot sauce is a torture device.

One of him in all white fur, when he was in Jabari Tribe land as Shuri and T’challa’s bodyguard.

When the days were like this pure sun and barely wind, he just bathed in the river for hours. He stayed under the trees and the kids playing with his hair. He was the children's favorite pastime. Asked him all types of questions. Used him as a biology example, for the older children, when they needed to take their biology exams about genetics. As a doll, the village children and teenagers were always experimenting on his hair. They quickly realized that his hair could not withstand some of their hair-dos. He looks at the picture of him with Bantu knots and the other with braids in rows. He guffawed with tears in his eyes.

He remembers the Bantu knots fiasco. How hard the kid’s moms needed to detangle his hair with all types of combs and products, because the children literally caked his hair so that the knots stayed intact. He stayed with the knots because it was refreshing not having his hair loose during that heat wave until wash time arrived. It became a nightmare. Their moms taught them that Bucky’s hair is not apt for African hairstyles. The kids learned their lesson and did hairstyles that were suitable for his hair.

He was looking through the pictures until he saw his old pictures of him in the 40s. Those pictures were always weird to see . He fixated on those pictures till they became a little blurry. He closes the album

He wanted the confidence of James Buchanan Barnes. The Barnes that would steal girl’s and guy’s breath away. The same Barnes that rocked Steve’s world after they left that bar but he knew he and Steve could never be. He chose Peggy. He does not blame him in the slightest. It was the best way. What they were was a crime back then. He and Steve could’ve end up in a psych ward or with sodomy and indecency charges and dishonorably discharged from the military. He probably would’ve settled with a woman he loved too. Living satisfied but within a lie. Hiding half of himself. Would that have been a better life than the Hydra ordeal he went through? Who knows?

One thing he is sure of is that he will be proud and loud to be Sam’s man. He will live his truth. He got a second chance so he will not waste it. Anyone who does not like it, can get fucked.

He went out of his room and went to the dining room.

“Morning”, he said.

“Morning”, Sam and Sarah answered in unison.

Sam and Sarah were busy in the kitchen.

Bucky inhales the various smells coming from the kitchen, his mouth waters.

“How did you sleep?”, Sam asked

“Like a baby”, Bucky answered him with a smile.

Sam looked at him impressed and responded: “that’s wonderful, nightmares are appearing less”.

“Yeah, they are appearing less'',Bucky answered trying not to wander to last night’s dream.“Hey guys, can I help with preparing the food?”, Bucky asked. He always wants to be of service.

“Buck, no offence, but you are a white man raised in the Depression era, I don’t trust you with the kitchen but you can set the table though”, Sam answered. Bucky rolled his eyes at that.

Sarah was pressing her lips together to stifle a laugh.

He lifted his hands in surrender and answered: “Alright, I set the table”.

Sam pointed where the kitchenware and plates were. Bucky began to set the table.

Sarah looked at Sam with wide eyes and they both looked at Bucky up and down discreetly. Bucky was shirtless and with shorts. His shorts hang low. His v-line was showing. His abs all out and that vibranium arm shining a little.

Breakfast was a quiet thing, with Bucky’s story here and there about Depression era food and how they used to boil everything. Sam & Sarah gagged at the thought of boiling everything. Bucky laughed at them.

Bucky offered to wash the dishes. After washing the dishes, Bucky said he was going to meditate and do breathing exercises outside.

After they checked that Bucky was far enough that he could not hear their conversation.

Sarah exclaimed: “WHEW, CHILE!!”

“pipe the fuck down”, Sam whisper yelled. “He is a super soldier, he has enhanced hearing!”, Sam whispered with worry

“No wonder why you got the hots for him, shiiiiiiit if you don’t tap that ass, I will ‘cause HOT Damn,” Sarah answered in a lower voice. “He might be the first white man to get this work”.

Sam glared at her and frowned at her with a faux offence.

“Were you not with Ricardo, Ricardo was white?” Sam inquires

Sarah scoffs. “Boy Ricardo was Latino. I mean he white. But not WHITE, you know what I mean”.

Sam shoved her gently and said, “Not you, wanting my future man. Get your own shit why you riding mine”. They both snickered and had Cheshire cat grins.

“Hey, but seriously, when are you going to tell him how you feel?” Sarah asked softly, putting her hand on top of Sam’s.

Sam sucked in a breath and exhaled, dropping his head down. Sarah’s heart softens, looking at her brother.

“It is hard Sarah; I want to but what if he is repulsed by that. I know Steve and him used to be something. But there is the chance, he does not like Black guys for that. He is still a 40s guy, so I am weary.”, Sam answered. Sarah cocked her head and nodded in understanding.

“The guy was literally tortured and brainwashed for decades. He is now getting to live his second chance at a normal life. I don’t want to put more weight on him because I really, really like him a whole fucking lot.” Sam continued with a defeated tone.

“Sammy, wake your ass up, that man looks at your ugly ass mug like you hung the moon”, Sarah said with confidence. “He likes you too and a lot, just explore that feeling and let it be one step at the time”. Sarah offered. “You don’t have to marry his ass. Just give him support, like you are doing but extend that support more on the physical side of it. God knows when was the last time, you and that man were laid”. Sarah laughed and ran away from the kitchen before Sam pushed her.

Sam chuckled in disbelief at what Sarah said.

It could all be so simple, then why is it so difficult.

He has always had this predicament when it came to liking men. He is who he is. After years of hiding his sexuality in the military, it cost him to shake that state of being. He sighs and thinks of what getting with Bucky can mean to him as a man but also as Captain America.

Since the Accords fiasco, the Captain America mantle depends a whole lot about public perception.

He can hear Fox News, already. #handtheshieldback. That was a real hashtag and it could be revived this time by him being more openly Bi. Second, not only just being with a man, but THEE world’s deadliest ex-assassin and longest POW in US history. Bucky will get outed. Then Bucky will get dragged. Though Bucky has always said he doesn’t care about the views of the people, they can all get fucked (Bucky’s words). He saves lives and calls it a day.

As a man, he would be over the moon to have Bucky as his man, however he is still weary. Interracial relationships are hard. Imagine it now with a person from the Silent Generation, whew.

“Chile, I can hear the gears grinding from across the room”, Gideon disrupts his thoughts as he sits next to him on the couch.

“You thinking about the white boy, aren’t you?”, Gideon asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“UGHHH STOP IT”, Sam exclaimed, putting his hand on his face. “Where he at?”, Sam asked, scared that Bucky might hear.

“Chill, he outside with Sarah, Miriam and the kids”, Gideon responded. “You know what you need? A nice party with the fam and friends, some BBQ, some booze and music”.

“Hell no, I am in no party mood”, Sam responded exasperated while laying on the couch.

“Well too late, Sarah, Miriam and I have already made the list and we are going to go shopping, food, snacks and booze for normal folks”, Gideon responded with a Cheshire grin. “Don’t worry, I got our homeboy covered, aged Absinthe, special brewed Moonshine, Asgardian mead, y’ know, some liquid courage so that he can finally tell you how he feels and put you out of your misery”, Gideon said while rubbing his hands together.

Sam rolled his eyes and kicked Gideon. Gideon laughed at that.

Gideon stood up from the couch and went to the table, where there was a box on top. “I’m serious, I already went to the Asgardian shop for some Asgardian unleaded and some booze”. Gideon shows him the box with fancy bottles filled with an Amber liquid, fluorescent green liquid, and the other with a clear liquid.

“Asgardian shop? Asgardians in Nola?”, Sam questioned.

“Yeah, he met Aaliyah, married her, came to live here, and put an Asgardian liquor store, ain’t that some shit”, Gideon responded. Sam's eyes blinked in surprise at knowing Aaliyah is married, not only that but with an Asgardian. Aaliyah was Gideon’s high school sweetheart and Gideon’s heaviest heartbreak when they split because they went to different colleges.

“See? You are thinking too hard. If ol’ girl is married with literally an alien and they fine what about you with the metal armed white boy, ya’ll gonna be okay, ai’ght”, Gideon pats Sam’s shoulder with force.

Sam smiles at his brother, “you’re right, if he will not tell me how he feels, I will.”

“That’s what the fuck I’m talkin ’bout, my brother ain’t no punk”.

It turns out that Gideon was right. What he needed was a party.

He was greeting everyone; he was the life of the party. He was dapping everyone, hugging everyone.

Sam was feeling himself with his white tank top and yellow open up shirt with white shorts. Cuban cigar on his lips and Hennessey on his hand. He took the cigar off his lips and began to sing out loud;” It’s getting’ hot in here (So hot) so take off all your clothes, I am getting so hot, I wanna take my clothes off”. He was dancing with a woman in a suggestive manner. The woman was grinding her ass against his crotch to the rhythm of the music. They were gyrating their hips in sync with each other and the music. Sam turned the woman around and talked to her ear. He was smiling. They look at each other briefly. Bucky lifts his drink up at him with a forced smile. Sam and Leyla decided to dance like this, since he saw Bucky getting cozy with Lafayette after playing domino, when Bucky won a couple of times. Needless to say, Sam’s mood sours after seeing that so he asks Leyla to dance with him to make Bucky jealous, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

Bucky was wearing tight black jeans and a blue Henley, hair in a half up and half down hair do, feeling uneasy to say the least, nursing a shot of aged absinthe.

He was feeling a myriad of emotions. He did not know if he wanted to be the girl so he can cop a feel of Sam or be Sam so that he can cop a feel of a woman. Either way it has been so long since he felt someone’s skin against his. He thinks about having Sam that close in the privacy of his room. Moving into him like he is moving with that woman. There was a feeling eating him piece by piece. If it was a man, he'd definitely use his Winter Soldier face to scare him off. He realizes it is jealousy, he is jealous. He just stares at the tree next to them till it blurs along with the image of Sam and the woman he is dancing with. He feels his heart tight against his chest.

“You think is working?”, Sam whispered to Leyla, his high school friend

“Oh, yes, it is, the man a wreck, he was boring holes into us”, Leyla laughed and put her arms around his neck. “Believe me, you will have him in your hand, he needs to get a preview of what he is missing, otherwise he will never tell you how he feels.’ Leyla turned around and put her hands on his knees. They were about to give Bucky a heart attack with the next song.

Bucky got up and went to the table with all the liquor, wanting more absinthe.

He saw everybody rushed to the center of the makeshift dance space, as violins began to play. Bucky was confused and he concluded that the song must be quite popular.

Gideon was the DJ, he screamed: “Cash Money Records, taking over for the 99 and the 2000!!!”

Everyone either cheered or repeated that sentence in response, Bucky turned to see Sam and his eyes could not believe what he was seeing.

The woman was bent over wiggling her ass rapidly against Sam to the beat of the music. Sarah was doing the same to a guy.

He did not understand the dance or the music. He asks the Kimoyo beads to tell him what this music and this dancing are about. The beads started explaining what twerking was: “ twerking is a type of dance that came out of the bounce music scene of New Orleans. It originated in the 1980s. Individually-performed, chiefly but not exclusively by women, dancers move by throwing or thrusting their hips back or shaking their buttocks, often in a low squatting stance. Twerking is part of a larger set of characteristic moves that were unique to the New Orleans style of hip-hop known as "bounce". This dance move has roots in African culture and has spread to all scenes of hip-hop, current popular music and in Latin American music such as reggaetón. This is what you are seeing and hearing, Bucky”.

“God, I am such an old man”, he contemplated in defeat.

He could never be this jovial, he feels like he would hold Sam down. In order to drown his jealousy, he began to drink that Asgardian mead, mixed with the absinthe like it was water.

He was feeling a little better with the alcohol in his system. It is refreshing to have the buzz of alcohol in him for the first time in 70 years.

He started to sway to the rhythm of the music too not knowing how to dance but he likes the music. The violins and piano remind him a little of the music back then.

“I like this song”, “What is the name of the song and the genre?” he said to the beads.

“You don’t need to ask the beads”, he hears Sam’s voice.

Bucky stopped the bead’s explanation. Bucky chuckled at the sound of Sam’s voice and turned around.

“Who was I supposed to ask? You practically ditched me after dominos and spades” Bucky responded.

“Well, you could’ve asked your lil’ new friend Lafayette”. Where he at by the way?” Sam asked with a taunting tone looking around.

“You were pretty boo’d up with him”, Sam responded with a mean glint in his eyes.

Bucky smirked at him and said; “Ditch me too after I told him, I was interested in someone else”, looking at him while drinking the special brewed Moonshine.

“But turns out the person I like has someone to be “cozy “with, I guess.” Bucky said, while getting into Sam’s space and tracing his finger on Sam's shirt. “He even got a dance on him called ``twerk'', by the way I had to ask the beads what that was.”, Bucky responded a little hurt.

Sam’s breath hitched, feeling Bucky that close.

“So, I think, I need to mingle more, see you around Sam”, Bucky said while stepping out of Sam's space.

He needs to act, and fast.

Before Bucky could go, Sam grabbed Bucky’s forearm harshly and brought Bucky up to him. They look at each other with defiance for what seem ages. He then tilted his head and his lips were ghosting over Bucky.

You make the first move, I won’t, Bucky thought with Sam’s lips ghosting over his.

Sam gives him a bruising kiss.

Bucky was not prepared for that; he found support by putting his hands on his forearms. He matched Sam’s pace and brought Sam closer.

He feels so good, his lips feel so nice, Bucky thought while kissing Sam with force, all tongue.

After that kiss, they both needed to take a breath. He can see Sam not looking at him.

“Hey, let’s not”, Bucky said sternly while tilting Sam’s face up with delicacy. “If you want to regret something do it in the morning, not tonight, please”. Bucky whispered.

“I regret nothing”, Sam stated.

“That’s the spirit”, Bucky said, caressing Sam’s face, smiling and blushing.

“Ayee, this is one of my favorites, dance with me”, Sam said, taking Bucky’s hand in his and began walking with him to the dance space.

They saw Gideon and his wife, Miriam kissing and dancing to the song. Sarah and the guy she was twerking on earlier, also swayed with the song.

The song was pretty, light. They did not need to talk cause the song was doing all the talking.

“My whole life has changed

Since you came in, I knew back then

You were that special one

I'm so in love, so deep in love

You made my life complete

You are so sweet, no one competes

Glad you came into my life

You blind me with your love

With you I have no sight”, boomed through to speakers.

Sam and Bucky swayed to the rhythm, pressed against each other, Sam’s head resting against Bucky’s shoulder, both of their eyes closed savoring the moment.

They were surrounded by other couples dancing.

But no one else matters, only them exist.

Bucky’s eyes open for a moment. He saw Leyla and Lafayette lifting their glasses at him and smiling, nodding in support, then clicking their glasses together. He smiles at them back and closes his eyes continuing to savor the moment.

“They have a lot to go through if they want a relationship, but he will learn and go through it cause it is not only about him, it is about Sam and him.” Bucky contemplated. That does not matter right now, he feels fulfilled, at peace hugging Sam like this.

Sam is still weary about how they can bond. They are such different people with different experiences, but that does not matter right now. He feels loved and protected with the way Bucky’s warmth is enveloping him.

#sambucky #Differences #milliwritesnowiguess #conclusionmaybe?

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Intruders

“I give! I give!”

The man’s voice rang out over the moans and cries of disbelief from the audience. Juan Salazar stood up immediately and backed away from the ma, back to his corner of the cage. He was handed a towel to wipe the sweat from his face and a bottle of water.

He turned and looked over his shoulder to where a muscular fighter was being helped off the ground by his crew.

His opponent could have fought better than he did. He didn’t know Juan, so he looked at the young man’s well built but unscarred body with the calculating air of someone who just wanted to ‘make this quick’. He was an experienced fighter and Juan wasn’t worth his time, but the money offered on this fight made it seem worth coming out to this forgotten corner of Chicago.

It should have warned him. Who puts down a million dollars on a single win unless they were certain they wouldn’t lose? But the other fighter had circled the ring leisurely, confidently. Juan had gone in like a snake, his legs swept under his with the power of a battering ram, and he bent his arm so far back it nearly dislocated his elbow. Now his coach was pale, turned his back to the scene, huddling and speaking in low tones with another man.

“Juan, hurry and go shower, I need you to be presentable for school.”

He immediately lowered his eyes. “Okay, Mama.”

In truth he was more experienced then the opponent was.

His early memories were in the boxing and wrestling ring, in the dojos. He was learning to fight people many times his size. His muscles ached every night and he felt exhausted. But after a short time, he stopped crying when he was hit and he stopped caring about if the other person was hurt.

It was his mother who set him on this path, but he didn’t think of his mother as a cruel woman. She had explained to him very clearly his situation. They had very little money. Even if he went to school, he wouldn’t be able to afford a university that could give him a good paying job. Why go to school if he was just going to work in a field and die penniless? But there was one way out that she knew of and that was Cassell College.

She told him he was very special but because of the civil unrest, she had to run away and he was deprived of his opportunity to go abroad. Gunshots and bodies in the streets were just a part of his life. But she could see it in his eyes. He was a demon in a world that needed demons. And she would raise him as a demon.

Cassell was a College that valued people like them. She said. He didn’t understand why, but he imagined that every student there was a monster just like he was.

In the shower, he picked up the shampoo bottle and mouthed the words on the label to himself, skipping the ones he couldn't decipher. He did something similar with all the words he encountered and little by little had developed a rudimentary literacy based on every day words. Unless someone got to know him, they wouldn’t know that he didn’t know how to read well.

That wasn’t unusual where he was from. Few people could go to school regularly. Schools were turned into refugee camps or makeshift hospitals. Children could learn but they were in large classes of mixed ages that made it hard to get the focus necessary to learn anything.

But it was easy to learn how to fight, how to use a gun, and how to kill.

The money earned from the prize fight today would pay his first year of tuition at Cassell plus lodging for himself and rent for his mother. The deposit they’d received from the opponent paid for his clothes. His mother laid them out for him. Jeans, a v-neck t-shirt with flannel button down over tit and navy colored sneakers. The fabric felt new and soft against his skin.

Next to that was a long, dark, cloak that he would wear for the convocation ceremony. The rest of his clothes would be delivered to his dorm.

He also had a backpack. It was black, made of leather with the name brand riveted to the side. He realized that despite being a young adult, he was having his first real day at school he could remember.

He grinned and butterflies filled his stomach. He’d seen children in school uniforms. The white shirts with dark blue jackets and black shoes. They always shined and stood out from the dusty and trash-littered streets. He did occasionally feel envy when he looked at them, wondering if school was really like the posters. If it was really a place where enthusiastic young faces eagerly raised their hands for acknowledgement from the teacher.

There were many places like this for him. Shopping malls, grocery stores, libraries, discos, theaters… these are places he had never been. He’d hear of them, but he was forever trapped in his mother’s home, driving or walking from place to place with an escort. His heart tugged at him to find a way to maybe sneak out and visit these places, but if something happened to him, his mother would be forever lost.

But now he was in Chicago. Perhaps now he could imagine going to see a movie, visiting a museum, or eating at one of the world-famous pizza restaurants.

But he kept all his dreams to himself. He was sure that little by little those experiences would come. His mother was right: fighting like a demon really did get him places.

When he was done dressing, his mother was waiting for him. Without a word, she turned and walked outside to where a car idle at the curb. His mother handed him a small envelope. “This is your ticket to the Cassell train.”

“You’re not coming with me?”

She shook her head. “This is only something you can do, mi’jo.” She then leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Then she leaned in further and whispered fervently in his ear. “Your mother has done everything she can, but it won’t be enough for them. Nothing ever is. Those people there? They think they can get anywhere with their family name and their money, but not you. You have what it really takes. You have the blood and the body of a devil… a monster. That’s all that really matters. When they look at you and stop you… you do what you do best.”

She gripped his arms tight enough to leave imprints from her manicured nails. “You fight like your mama taught you.”

She gave his arm a pat and turned him around and shoved him toward the car. “You’ll do great honey!”

She’d gone from a fierce person to what appeared to be a normal mother waving her son off to school. Juan kept glancing back, but the sting of her nails told him that it wasn’t a mirage. He only had to do what she told him.

He got into the car and his eyes caught the sight of another pair of jeans and a midriff baring white shirt with a deep scoop neck that revealed a handsome cinnamon cleavage.

“Julia… what are you…”

“Surprise!” Even though she was in the car, she wore a wide brimmed straw hat and tiny lensed sunglasses that she dipped over her delicate nose. “Bet you didn’t know I was coming too!”

She held up a ticket for the train that would lead to Cassell College. “I wanted to keep it a secret. You should know I wouldn’t let you go anywhere without me by now… right?” She batted her big brown eyes at him as she crawled over the seat.

Juan immediately felt better about his day. No matter what happened, he was happy if Julia was by his side. They were the same age and shared the same birth month. While he was forbidden from making any relationships outside the home, for some reason, his mother allowed Julia to follow him throughout his life. It was only too easy to fall in love with her, since she seemed to be in love with him at first sight. When forbidden from seeing him, she poisoned the guards outside his house.

“Julia… this is no ordinary school. I hope you’re ready.” He pulled his seatbelt over his shoulder.

“Of course I’m ready. I’m not light weight and no matter what kind of school it pretends to be, they’re not ready for you. Come here. Let’s take a selfie.”

She pulled out a pink phone covered in many fake jewels and leaned over. Together they smiled for the camera. Then she looked at him. “Here, give me a kiss.”

The kiss started out sweet and just for show, but she pulled him close and soon the Uber driver got to enjoy a bit of romance as they hung onto each other, softly moaning in the back seat of his car. “Hey, just keep your clothes on…” He said.

Julia turned from him. “Hey! You keep your eyes on the road!”

“Shhh… hey, take it easy…” He turned her face back to him with one hand. “Relax.”

She trembled with fury. “He doesn’t have any right to tell me what to do. He should mind his own business.”

“This is his car and technically his business.” He reminded her.

Julia sat back, crossing her arms and pouting like a child. “You’re always so sweet and understanding. Me? No. If anyone comes between us, I’ll just rip their face off. Then see how much Mmm!”

He kissed her again, this time to silence her. “You’re going to get us kicked out of the car!” His hissed.

She just giggled. “If you kiss me like that again then it’ll be worth it.”

He sighed. “I guess then, it is okay that you’re coming.”

Juan made sure that he left an extra tip for his girlfriend’s mild death threat. Julia had already gotten out of the car and was stretching, her long muscular body attracting more than a few glances. “Hurry up slow poke!”

As soon as he stepped out of the car and saw the train station, Juan’s heart leaped into this throat. He’d never been in a train station or on a train before. And this station was cavernous and , bustling with hundreds of people. The schedule was nothing but a loud black board that somehow flipped with hundreds of letters with a loud clattering sound. But he couldn’t read any of them. How was he supposed to know where to go?

“Honey, don’t worry, I got this.” Julia gave him a kiss on the cheek and hurried to the nearest person. “Excuse me, I’m looking for this train!”

The man looked at her and her ticket and shook his head in confusion. “I’ve never seen that train in my life. It might be a special order one… uh…”

The man turned to another and showed him her ticket. But no one he asked knew about any train with this number on it.

“Why is everyone so dumb? Don’t you know about Cassell College?” Julia snatched her ticket back.

Juan looked around and saw two police officers looking at them and walked up to her. “Hey… keep your voice down. Don't’ start trouble.”

Julia rolled her eyes upward. But stopped yelling. “Look let’s just look for people who look like us waiting for a train. We’re not the only students starting, are we?”

“Good idea. But there’s hundreds of people here.”

“Let’s just look around. It’ll be like a tour!” She hooked her arm around his and smiled, once again seesawing from barely contained rage to a sweet girlfriend.

Together, they walked up and down the tracks, looking at the people and trying to find those their age. Several times they passed a bench where youngsters were gathering. They did look like they had money. One lay on the bench looking at a large black cellphone. The others stood around quietly. They all had backpacks that might signal they were students. When Juan and Julia approached, a few of them looked at them but then they ignored them.

Only when he looked down and spotted someone with an envelope that held the half wilted half alive tree did he realize they were on the right track. “Look there, I think this is it.”

“When does the CC1000 train get here?” Julia asked.

That turned their heads. Then one on his cellphone lowered it. Their receptions weren’t hostile, but they weren’t warm either. They just stared at her and looked her up and down.

Juan remembered what his mother said. The people here were rich and educated from good families. They wouldn’t accept him.

Julia just smiled brightly. “The name is Julia Mendez. And this is my boyfriend Juan. So don’t try to steal him alright?! He’s taken.”

Juan watched the other guys chuckle at that. For as crazy as she seemed sometimes, he wasn’t sure how he could get by without her more often than not. He was glad she was here.

“Sooo… when does the train get here I said?”

One finally answered, a dark haired young man already won over by Julia’s charm. “We’re not sure. It’s not a set schedule. But given the number of us here and the time... it won’t be long… in fact, I think that’s it right now.”

A train was pulling in, emblazoned with a custom paint job of the half dead tree. Julia clapped her hands and danced in place. “Sweet!”

She then ran back to Juan and grabbed his arm. “Hurry, get in line!” The other students were already making their way up to the platform. Juan felt his nervousness rise as it came to be their turn to get on.

The conductor looked them over in confusion. “And you are…”

“I’m Julia Mendez and this is Juan Salazar!” She held out her ticket.

The man took one look at it and his eyes narrowed. “I’m afraid your tickets are not valid and you are not permitted entry.”

“Not valid?! How can it not be valid?!” Her eyes went wide and Juan flinched. Her voice rose and she took a step forward. “I want to talk to your manager.”

“The train will be leaving now..”

Juan heard a ding-dong sound. Julia rushed forward to try to make it on the train before the doors closed. The conductor grabbed her arm. “Let go!” She shrieked. She grabbed him, kicked his legs out from under him and sent him to the concrete floor. Juan leaped forward as the doors were sliding shut and managed to get in just as they closed. Julia ran alongside, looking desperately at him. Her eyes filled with tears as the train went faster and faster.

“Julia!” He pressed his hands against the glass as she started to retreat from him.

“Hey! Stop the train! He’s not supposed to be on here!” Someone shouted.

Juan turned his head. The other students were ringing him, eyes narrowed. He quickly took stock. He was outnumbered. Part of him told him that he couldn’t take on five other students on his own. But another part of him had a different rationale.

There was a sermon in the Catholic church about how God created everyone, including all the animals. And that God wanted us to be kind, gentle, and gracious to others.

Juan had felt sad, thinking that, as a fighter, he could never live up to that ideal. As he walked out of the cathedral, a feather drifted in front of him. It was pearly white save a blood red blotch on the shaft.

In the tree above his head, a hawk had a pigeon in his talons. One of the black talons sank into the bird’s eye. The pigeon’s mouth was open and he could see it was still breathing as the hawk bent down and ripped its feathers from its back. It was a cruel, torturous scene. But God had created this merciless creature.

God had created Juan too.

He had allowed his opponent from earlier that day to dance round him and size him up a bit. He gave these students no such chance. He went from standing among them to immediately attacking the one near him, seizing his arm, twisting it behind him and using his as a shield to ram into his friend. The two fell in a heap over the luxurious subway seats.

Juan turned from them, raised his fist and in two strikes turned the next man’s face bloody.

The final opponent ran, diving for the train’s emergency brake. But the glass next to him shattered without any apparent reason. In swung Julia from the top of the train. Her heel collided with his head and he was knocked out, stunned on the floor.

“Quick! Let’s go to the front!” She grabbed his hand and together, they ran to the end of the train car towards the engine. The train was going full speed into a forested area and the sun turned dark under the trees. Juan yanked on the door and slid it open just as the engine uncoupled from the passenger car and an alarm began to blare. They leaped over the gap just in time to make it. The passenger car and the other students were left behind.

They looked towards the front of the engine through a window in the door. Someone had to be driving this thing, but they didn’t see a conductor. “Is this a self driving train or what?!”

“Intruder! Intruder alert!” A female electronic voice sounded. “Unauthorized entry will not be tolerated.”

“It’s moving faster!” The track ahead split into two, one leading to a tunnel, another leading to a dead end.

“Julia! Jump!”

The train veered onto the dead end track just as they leaped off and in a second there was a loud bang and the crunch of metal.

The two lovers held each other, out of breath, but then Juan got up, grabbed her hand. “Are you okay? Come on, let’s just follow the tracks! Go! Go!”

They ran into the dark of the tunnel. It lit up with many tiny electric eyes. “Keep going!”

There in the ceiling, turrets fired at them, following their movements! The shots were close, closer!

Juan’s eyes filled with a fiery golden glow. When his foot hit the ground, it was like a shockwave of a bomb going through it. The solid rock underneath heaved like a ripple on the surface of a pond. The shaking undid the mortar brick of the tunnel and it collapsed.

He glanced behind him and nodded. “We can’t follow the tracks. Let’s just go through the woods.”

----

“What do you mean, you lost them?” Professor Schneider and Vice President Flammel stood side by side facing the floating image of Norma.

“There is no radio signal in this area and they’ve destroyed the tunnel monitoring station.”

“Can we send out a scouting party?” Flamel blew smoke from his cigar.

“Send the scouting party to collect the injured students. I’ll send Zihang for the intruders.” Schneider picked up his phone.

Flamel’s eyes widened. “Deadly force? Really?”

Schneider nodded, zooming into the satellite image of the ruined tunnel. “They’re still outside the boundary of the suppressing zone. They’re dangerous. Have Adams follow him.”

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Julia laughed as they ran through the woods. “You know.. This is kind of romantic!”

“Only you would think that.” Juan muttered.

“I’m not wrong. Look at these trees. They’re so beautiful! Hey!” She craned her head up, heedless of tripping. “Do you think we’ll have to fight more once we get into the school? Do you think we’ll have to fight the whole school?”

Juan pressed his lips together. For the first time, he started to doubt his mother. Nothing about what happened back there suggested that what they were doing was expected by Cassell. Cassell seemed serious that they were not actually students. But it was too late now.

“Look! I think I see the buildings!” Julia pointed at the large spire of a church on a hill.

Odd. Chicago was normally flat land. Why were there such high hills in this place?

A shadow caught his eye. A person, running toward him. He was alone, armed with only a sword but he was fast, unnaturally so. Julia let go of his arm and retreated. But before either of them could make any more moves, the air around them grew suddenly unbearably hot, like they’d been shoved into an oven. The trees around them glowed and sent off embers and a low, demonic snarl filled their ears.

“Julia!” His eyes glowed and the ground rippled toward him, but the man took one jump to close the distance. Flying at him like a dark angel was a man with golden eyes. Had he not leaped out of the way, the man would have taken his head off as soon as he drew his blade.

Juan’s whole body felt scalded, but he didn’t mind the pain. He got up and caught the other man’s arm before he could strike him and slammed his forehead into his face. The man staggered back and he stepped forward to close the gap and seize his neck to take him down. He didn’t think, he didn’t have to. Years of training kicked in and he was fighting by rote muscle memory. In this state, Juan would only stop when his enemy stopped moving.

Together, they grappled in a deadly dance. Juan kept close quarters with him, slamming his elbow into chest, kneeing him again and again to get his enemy to yield, but this swordsman was like a bull, determined to stay close but unlike a bull there was no life in his eyes. It was more like fighting an android.

The man suddenly let go and stepped aside. Julia came up to strike him with a burning branch and he moved just in time to escape it. Julia brought it down on Juan instead. It snapped in half, and Juan went down, crying out.

Julia stood for a brief moment in horror at what happened. Juan… her beloved Juan… she’d hit him. He made her hit him! Her eyes turned to golden pools and she stared at this swordsman in intense rage. She opened her mouth and screamed in a voice reminiscent of a wild cat’s cry only longer and sustained.

The swordsman clapped his hands over his ears in pain at the sound, but it wasn’t sound that mattered to her. She could see the frequency at which the bones in his body would shatter, including the bones of his skull and her voice rose to match it! She only had one thing in mind. Kill this man. Kill this man!

She felt something strike her in the back and she turned, furious. A small toy robot was floating nearby. Her vision blurred and she stumbled. Something struck her again and she looked down. A strange red substance splashed on her chest. She looked over at Juan in growing mental confusion. Juan was already on the forest floor, a splash of red on his back.

“Shot me… it… it...s hot me…” The world spun as she collapsed.

#Meet my new babies #Dragon Raja Fanficton

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“Farewell, son of Sparda.”

And with those final words, Fleminger left him.

V felt the whole world around him fall apart as the Dreadnought - (S/N) - started firing her destructive lasers once more.

And who could blame her? After seeing her beloved sister suffer at the hands of the man she loved, could she still think of anyone worthy of redemption?

His hand went to the fatal wound on his stomach. The pain was actually going away as he slowly felt numbness taking over his whole body. Well, he was truly dying now.

And he will die just like that - alone, weak,…

… pathetic,…

And he knew he deserved it.

He crawled towards (Y/N) and reached for her cold hands. He, then, made an effort to pull her towards him for one last embrace.

It was then that he remembered their conversation inside the abandoned studio just after her dance.

“Can you quote something from Shakespeare?” He fondly remembered her asking him with a shy and awkward smile. “After all, Griffon always calls you Shakespeare,…”

“Oh, here will I set up,… my everlasting rest and shake the yoke of,… inauspicious stars from this,… world - wearied,… flesh!”

V quoted, then coughed blood once more. He wrapped (Y/N) in his embrace, not wanting to let her go in this final moment.

“… eyes look,… your last. Arms, take your last embrace. And lips,… oh you the doors of,… breath,… seal with a righteous kiss,… a dateless,… bargain,… to engrossing death,…”

He gently kissed her forehead and took a deep breath, feeling the whole world around him vanish with complete darkness as his eyesight became blurry.

“… if only,… I could go back,… and change,… everything,…”

He whispered, regrets drowning him as his eyelids closed,…

“Master, open your eyes!”

“G - gala - t - tea?”

***

I See My Future Before Me - Alternate Endings

***

“Go on, Shakespeare.” the bird whispered. “Ask her for a dance.”

His eyes snapped open.

"Well?" Asked his familiar one more time. He looked up, and, sure enough, there was Griffon flapping his wings just a few inches above his head. "Ya gonna ask the chick, or what?" He reiterated.

"I,... don't understand." V uttered more to himself than to his demonic familiar,... who was supposed to be dead. "How can this - ?"

Then, he remembered,...

Him commanding Shadow to chase after you in the demonic ship, Dreadnought,...

Him commanding his most powerful demonic familiar, Nightmare, to assault you,...

Him driving the Yamato through your fragile body to take back what's originally his, the Sisters Of Fate,...

Him forcing Galatea to go back to him so he could achieve the ultimate power he so craved and longed for,...

He saw the world in ruins, the sky, the color of blood. He saw the death of many, their familiar faces haunting him. He turned his back to his own son, and he even destroyed his pact with the demonic familiars who saved his skin many times in the past.

All for the sake of that one thing.

I choose,... POWER!

He could still hear his own, greedy and evil voice resounding in his head, the image of your broken and bloody body plaguing his mind to insanity over and over again.

He took everything away from you. Your happiness, your future,...

... your own life,...

... all because of power.

And what happened to him when he achieved this unbelievable power through hate, violence, coldness, and cruelty? He was stabbed on the back by the person he thought he could trust.

The same man who convinced him to turn his eyes away from the truth,...

... and away from the one person who truly loved and protected him.

That man took everything away from him and left him to die.

Left him to die with the woman he loved.

And once again, he realized his own mistake of throwing everything away, even his own humanity, in his pursuit of power. He lost what's truly important to him, and this time, there's no going back,...

Or, is there?

"V, ahh, are ya just gonna stand there?" Griffon asked him, the question still not fully awakening him to his current state.

"I,... ah,... " V mumbled as his eyes scanned everything in disbelief around him, the peaceful atmosphere, the clear and starry night sky,...

... and the beautiful woman leaning on the railing of the balcony not far from where he was standing.

His eyes basked in your sight, of your (H/C) hair, of that form - fitting dress that only rivalled the many stars above,...

And your scent,...

Flowers. Freshly blooming in the morning.

That one scent,... that connected you to him.

It was,...

... the scent of his most precious childhood memory!

How,... was he not able to see through this?! You have been beckoning for him to come and be with you, he just chose to be blind about this from the start!

How,... could this heavenly and innocent creature be the Demon that would bring destruction to all of mankind?

Unforgettable,

That's what you are.

Unforgettable,

Though near or far.

Like a song of love that clings to me,

How the thought of you does things to me,

Never before has someone been more,...

Griffon watched in awe and excitement as his master took a few, simple steps towards you. And before V could reach you, he turned around one last time and threw his metal cane towards the demonic bird, who caught it with his sharp talons.

And still, the sweet music inside the mansion ensued.

Unforgettable in every way.

And forever more, that's how you'll stay.

That's why darling it's incredible,

That someone so unforgettable,

Thinks that I am unforgettable too,...

You felt a pair of eyes staring intently at you. Your eyes wide with anticipation, you turned around and saw the mysterious man V looking at you with such adoration in his eyes.

With a sweet smile that ripped another wound of guilt and regret in his own heart, you met him half way, looking up at him as if he was the only person that mattered to you in the whole world.

"Isn't it," You began, feeling the fabric of his dark suit brush against the tender flesh just above your bodice. " ... such a wonderful night?"

"It is." V almost choked on the words, unable to believe that Galatea has granted him another chance to be with you like this.

Another chance,...

Maybe that's the reason why Galatea brought him back! To undo every blunder! To right every wrong!

To show you how much he loved you and how much he wanted to be with you!

Galatea, V thought as his arms went around your waist. Thank you,... so much,...

"Ah, V?" You asked, your little voice almost drowning as his face inched closer towards yours, his hot breath fanning your delicate face. And with a wildly beating heart of both excitement and anticipation, you went on, "I - is there,... something wrong?"

V chuckled, his low, dark, and velvety voice sending shivers of the wrong, and yet oh so right, kind, down your spine. "My dear, you were asking how to thank me for earlier."

"Y - yes, I was." You stuttered, his voice sending warmth all over your system.

And when he laid his forehead against yours, his eyes going deliciously dark with his untold desires for you, he said in a clear voice,

"Be,... with me."

And with a swift and unhesitating move, he pressed his supple lips against yours, moving them against yours in such a hypnotic way that made you forget everything else in your mind.

Unforgettable in every way.

And forever more, that's how you'll stay.

That's why darling it's incredible,

That someone so unforgettable,

Thinks that I am unforgettable too,...

"HOLY MAMA IN HELL!" Griffon squawked in shock and surprise as he witnessed the tender show of affection right before him. "I SAID, DANCE, V! NOT SHAG!"

His hands travelling up and down your back with such an alarming urgency until they pressed your bottom, crashing you close to him, you gave out a moan that sounded a bit more like a startled yelp as you felt how needy he truly was for you. And when he left your lips, his own traveling gently from your cheek to your ear lobe, he whispered to you in such a way that made you surrender yourself fully to him,

"Come,... with me. Come away with me,... and be one with me,... my love,..."

And when he touched your hair, slightly tilting your head to the side so that his ravenous and longing mouth could press more tender kisses to your neck down to the skin above your bodice, you answered, your soft, little voice sounding no more than a delicious shiver of desire to his ears,

"Y - yes, my l - love!"

Griffon slightly drew back as he saw V letting you go for a while. Positioning himself a safe distance away from you, he held out his hand and summoned the Yamato.

“Ahem,…” A voice that was magnified by a microphone was heard all of a sudden. It came from inside the mansion. “May we have your attention, please? Thank you!"

"Hey, hey, V!" Griffon squawked as he watched the poet make a portal with the Yamato. "Ye're still weak! Where are ya goin'?!"

"Away from here. Away from the others." V answered as he grabbed your hand and led you towards the portal. He turned to you and asked, "Do you trust me?"

"Yes." You gave your unconditionally answer with a nod.

And with a smile and a single tear of relief rolling down his eye, he escaped Fleminger's mansion with you, never to be seen by others again for a long time.

***

🖤 How Chapter IX: Their First Dance should have ended. I was going to add more but, of course! I can't write NSFW!🤣🤣🤣🙈🙈🙈 So, I leave it up to your imagination!😏😏😏 🖤

🖤 @la-vita and @clevermentalitybeliever . 🖤

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After the harrowing events that took place in the Fleminger mansion that led to the drastic counter - measure that was the Dreadnought Operation, a small group of Devil Hunters, led by a man named Dante Sparda, was able to track down the real culprit behind the demonic invasion that was about to take hold of the entire world.

And the reason behind the worldwide invasion - to unleash a Demon Prince called Pandemonium to the world to reap countless of souls in exchange for the immortality of the one behind this utter monstrosity. A mysterious man by the name of Flanagan Allen Fleminger.

Apparently, it was Fleminger's goal to gather all the Devil Hunters in one place to have them all slain by his horde of low - ranked Demons to prevent them from reaching Pandemonium, or, at least, to lessen their numbers until such a time when the Demon Prince has finally arrived. He did such a thing so the people would become helpless when the invasion starts. He called it, The Wrath Of The Gods.

However, Fleminger made one fatal flaw that blew his otherwise perfect plan. He invited Dante Sparda to his purging of the Devil Hunters.

He, along with fellow hunters, managed to see through Fleminger's plan and was able to stop him and his obedient followers called The Pale Ones from summoning the Demon Prince. The small, and yet brave and daring, group was also able to unravel the dark, century - old secret that The Pale Ones has been hiding from the world. This occult was, in fact, the ones behind the disappearances of many little girls a hundred years ago. The group was planning to use these girls as offerings to Pandemonium, honing them to their image of worldly perfection so that their souls would be suited for the Demon Prince. Dante and his group was able to set the soul of the chosen vessel of Pandemonium free from their grasps, allowing her, and the rest of the souls of the tortured little girls, to finally ascend into Heaven.

Once again, peace and order was maintained in the world.

And what about our two main heroes?

***

Seven years later,...

"Why do I feel like your pet mechanic? Don't get used to it."

"Nico, I showed you those Order docs about the three Princes of Hell. So, you still owe me, remember?"

"Daddy!" A little girl came running towards the man who was working on the van just like Nico. "Daddy!"

"Baby!" The man greeted the child, effortlessly carrying her as she giggled. "Did mommy send you to save me from monster Nico?"

"Ass!" Nico stood and gave Nero a powerful kick in the leg that actually felt nothing to him, considering his part Demon nature.

"Mommy said lunch is ready." The little girl shyly whispered.

"Alright, then! Time for a break - "

"There's a little girl." Nico uttered all of a sudden.

"What girl?" Nero asked, following the direction where Nico was looking.

And there, just outside the garage, was a little girl with (H/C) colored pigtails and large, green eyes. And when the girl realized she was seen, she ran away in fright.

"Mommy! Daddy!" She called.

"Darling!"

"My little Princess."

Nero and Nico looked, in surprise and utter wonder, at the couple standing just outside.

"V?" Nero mumbled in disbelief as he looked at the dark - haired tattooed man carrying the little girl.

"(Y/N)!" Nico screamed in delight as she ran towards her long lost friend. "Where have ya been, ya crazy bitch?!"

You and V looked at each other, then smiled.

"It's a long story." You answered as V nodded in agreement.

***

🖤🖤🖤

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#devil may cry 5 #vitale sparda #i see my future before me alternate endings #v x reader #v x you #i see the light #alternate v ending

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alwayschoosechocolate · 5 years

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One-night stands and one-shot chances (part v)

University AU

Pairing: Jin x reader

Who says sex has to mean anything? Who says you can’t just screw around without all the heartache? Who says only guys get this privilege? What happens when the biggest playboy on campus suddenly meets his match and gets a taste of his own medicine?

Genre: casual sex, mentions of sex, bestfriend!Hoseok, onenightstand!Jin

Wordcount: 1800

Taglist: @esplosionedicoloriintesta @jeonjunggoodgod @rjsmochii @spookidema @pariz-lover @mymochimchimmy @seokjinnieismine @cloudyelizabeth @livesmileandstaystrong

Masterpost with the other parts of the story can be found here

You had been working on your assignment for hours. Bend over a table in the back of the café, you hadn’t moved from your position for hours. The last paper you handed in had only gotten you a decent grade, so you needed to ace this, if you wanted any chance of getting that job. Reaching up to rub your aching neck, you winched, when you felt the tense muscles. To make matters worse, Jin hadn’t stopped texting you. Not even aware of how he got your number - probably from Taehyung - you had left all of them on ‘read’. Not only had he been a complete ass to you, but all his excuses were generic and all played on how you made him crazy with your body.

When your phone notified you to yet another message from him, you groaned loudly before locking the phone again and placing it screen down on the table.

“Now I know you’re ignoring me,” a voice spoke, making your head snap up in annoyance, more than ready to pounce on anyone who dared interrupt your caffein-induced study marathon.

At the sight of your defensive state, Jin put up his hands with a crooked smile, a coffee in one hand.

“Please, don’t kill me,” he chuckled, making you squint your eyes at him. “I just wanted to bring you coffee.”

He lifted the brown paper cup in his hand to show you what he meant, before placing it on the table next to you. Your eyes followed the cup until he released his hold on it, observing it for a few seconds, before looking up at him with half-annoyed, half-confused look.

“Can I talk to you?”

His voice was low and seemed sincere, but you weren’t sure, you could handle another fight with him today. Instead of answering you kept your annoyed look, hoping he would catch the hint at leave you alone.

However, your lack of an answer only made him see it as unvoiced acceptance, causing him to pull out the chair and take the seat across from you.

“There is no need for that face,” he commented with a scoff, hinting at your poorly hidden face of disgust, when he sat down. Mentally cursing at yourself for not hiding it better, you forced your face back in annoyance, and sent him an impatient look.

Sighing a bit at your clear unwillingness to spend time with him, he tried to straighten out his thoughts to make sure he didn’t misspeak again. He wanted to do this right.

“Look, I realized that the apology I gave you last time wasn’t exactly okay,” he spoke, trying to convey to you that he was serious. “I was a complet asshole to you, and I’m sorry.” He couldn’t help the little chuckle escape him.

“I’m apologizing for my previous apology. What a man won’t do for a woman, right?”, he said with an amused headshake, until he saw you quirk an eyebrow at him in disbelief. Really. This was his idea of a better apology?

Coughing awkwardly at your reaction, he could feel himself slipping already. Cursing mentally at himself, he cleared his throat, before continuing.

“But it did have some truth to it, Y/N.”

Jin felt his hands get clammy at the prospect of telling you the truth. Looking up to catch your eyes, he was met with your bored look, only making him more nervous. Fidgeting in his chair, he tried calming his galopping heart to no avail.

“You see, I really do find you beautiful and amazing. I’m just really bad at showing it…”

Your snort of laughter interrupted his prepared speech, making him look at you with startled eyes.

Willing yourself not to speak to him - he would not get that satisfaction - , you only rolled your eyes at him, before gesturing for him to continue.

“Ehm,” - his ears were turning red, and he could feel the embarressment coursing through his body. “Well, I guess - I just… I like you okay. And I want to spend more time with you. But I don’t know how to act around you. Everything I say is wrong, and you’re not making it easy, baby girl,” he winked at you, trying to force some of his usual confidence back. “I really didn’t mean to call you those things, but you were just so infuriating and I couldn’t control myself, doll. You know, it would really all be so much easier, if you weren’t so emotional,” he ended his speech with a proud smirk, feeling like he had accomplished his end.

Musing a bit over his words, you twirled the coffee cup in your hand in silence with a half-amused smile, making Jin grow more and more anxious.

“So you’re saying,” you started, seeing Jins eyes light up in hope at the sound of your voice. Oh, this was gonna be fun. “That I’m the reason, you snapped?”

Your face bore a lazy smile, and you kept your tone inquiring, making Jin let out a relieved sigh. He really had no idea.

“You just make me crazy, baby girl,” he smirked in a flirtatious voice. “Can’t you see, I can’t control myself around you?”

“What is it, I do that make you crazy?”, you pouted, puppy eyes on display as well for effect. You could practically see Jins ego inflating at your words, your submissive state, and it took everything in you to not laugh in his face.

“You wear those short skirts and dresses, and then you allow anyone but me to touch you.” He was almost growling now, fueled by his return to the dominating position. “You’re such a tease, doll.”

“I should only wear that for you, babe,” you purred at him. Seeing his eyes darken, you had to surpress an eye roll. This was too easy.

“Letting you have the control? ”, you asked seductively.

“Don’t you think, that would be so much easier, doll? Letting me do the thinking and then we wouldn’t need to fight like that, and I wouldn’t end up calling you names,” he hummed, reaching up to push a strand of hair behind your ear, still completely oblivious to the sand swallowing him from underneath.

“I think, it would be easier.” You smiled at him sweetly, allowing him a few seconds of relief, before it turned into an evil smirk. “For you, at least,” you stated, seeing his eyes widen in surprise. “It must be so hard to have such poor control of your own emotions, that it only takes me two comments for you to lose it.” You sent him a wink accompanied by an evil grin.

Once again, Jin had had the rug pulled from underneath him, and he groaned at the realisation of how you had played him, only adding to your satisfaction.

“Oh, come on, Y/N! I bought you a coffee. The least you can do is give me a chance!”, he exclaimed in frustration.

“Ah, I guess, I owe you that now, do I?”, you mused, finding only joy in pushing him around like this. “Just like how I owe you sex, when I wear short skirts? And how I should let you speak to me however you like, and just take it to avoid an argument?” You pursed your lips in feigned speculation. “Gosh, that really is a lot of things I should do for you, Jin. Could you maybe write it down? I don’t think my female brain is equipped to remember all of that.”

“Look, you’re doing it again!”, he yelled at you in annoyance. “God, you’re so fucking annoying - why can’t you just calm the fuck down and take a joke?”

Laughing at his words, you simply packed up your stuff and grabbed the coffee he had bought you.

“And now you’re just gonna run away? That’s real mature of you, Y/N,” he scoffed at you, looking like a wronged teenager.

“I’m sorry. As public property, I have chosen to follow the official opening-hours for consultation, which are from 10-13 on weekdays. Unfortunately, you’re currently outside of those hours. Furthermore, you’re an ass, and you’re banned from this property for life. Have a nice day,” you finished in a sickeningly sweet voice, before you turned around and left the café with a satisfied grin, and an standing applaus in your head.

Left alone at the table, Jin was fuming as he watched you walk away. How Hoseok and Jimin could stand being around you all the time was beyond him!

He had never met anyone more impossible to be around. Everything had to turn into an argument with you.

Trying to avoid the voice in his head, telling him that he had been acting pretty shitty towards you, he got up from the table and left the café, all too aware of the eyes taped to his back.

Not only were you ruining his day, you were also ruining his reputation. He hadn’t gotten laid since that night with you, and as good as it had been, he was not use to going this long without a fuck. Even his long term fuckbuddy had turned him down.

Huffing in annoyance, he burried his hands in his pockets, drawing his shoulders to his ears to withstand the wind as he walked home. Passing a trashcan, he threw out the candybar he had bought you. He snorted at his own foolishness. As if a candybar could tame your temper, he thought with an eye roll.

When he finally reached home, he had comprised a list of stupid stuff about you. It hadn’t been hard honestly, and it had helped Jin convince himself, that his feelings towards you had been nothing but lust. He just needed to get laid, he concluded, as he walked up the steps to the house.

Quite satisfied with himself, he pulled open the door and stepped into the house. It was unusually quiet for a saturday afternoon, and as he walked into the living room, he saw Jimin, Hoseok and Taehyung on the sofa.

Seemingly not doing anything, Jin furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at their demeanor, walking closer. When he rounded the corner of the sofa, he caught sight of you on the couch, head in Hoseoks lap and your legs across Jimins, as you slept.

Your cheeks had reddened in your sleep, Jin noticed, making you look younger and more innocent. You were wearing one of Hoseoks hoodies and had the fabric balled up between you hands as you slept. Observing how your nose scrunched in annoyance, as Hoseok poked your cheek to wake you up, Jin had to force himself not to cooe at how cute you loked.

Dammit!

Shaking his head in anger, he stalked to his room to rub one out. It was just lust, for crying out loud! He just needed to let off some steam.

// Part vi //

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sighingsiren-tales · 5 years

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|BOOK OF THE CIRCUS|

GIF IS NOT MINE

Artist: V of BTS

Length: 5.1 k

Genre: Smut, Angst (slight),

A/N: Lol, okay so I started this last night and finished it this morning. I’ve been super inspired as of lately. It was just a little one shot and it ranks at number 4 of my favorite smuts. My other favorites will be released soon. Enjoy~

Also! If you want to make a moodboard of this one shot, please do so and tag me!

Songs I listened to while making this (CLICK THE LINKS BECAUSE WHOO BOY)

Singularity by (Live) V of BTS (when V comes out at the beginning of the fic)

House of Cards (Live)- BTS

HML-Melii,

“Baby c’mon!” You called, tugging on your boyfriends hand to pull him into the circus tent.

You wanted good seats; Since this was the first time in a while that you had gone to a circus you wanted to experience it properly. You boyfriend, Jumin, said nothing but simply trailed behind you. You excitedly went ahead, walking up the ramp and then heading down the stairs quickly so that you could be right in front. You looked back at Jumin who looked totally uninterested and you huffed, annoyed at his lack of enthusiasm. Sitting down with your cotton candy, you relished in how close you were, wiggling around in your seat as you tried to contain your excitement. Jumin pulled out his phone, playing some game that you were, unfortunately, familiar with as you rolled your eyes. Pulling out your phone you decided to send your best friend, Duhi, a quick text.

To Favorite Jackass❤️~

8:58P.M.Jumin is actually getting on my nerves. He hasn’t paid me any type of attention : (

Pressing send, you locked your phone again just as the lights dimmed. You damn near squealed as you leaned forward, pushing yourself to the edge of your seat so that you could see. You felt the bass vibrate your seat as someone with a deep and melodic voice comparable to that of honey began to sing. You watched in earnest as beautiful woman after beautiful woman came out, dressed in fitting and absolutely gorgeous pant suits. You could see the gold-chain bralettes under their suit jackets that were left unopened and they seemed to glide across the floor effortlessly in heels, their routine flawless. You saw the spotlight shift over to a man, who was holding a microphone and looking at the audience as if he wanted to devour them. You heard the women in the audience holler and you leaned forward a bit, a hand on your chest as he came into full view. He had dark hair that fell into his eyes in such a sinful way that you had to remind yourself who was next to you. He continued singing, his dark cape trailing behind him. His suit jacket was buttoned right underneath his rib cage giving a gorgeous peak at his chest. Lord, who was this seducer? He walked forward, stopping right in front of where you were sitting and making direct eye contact as he continued his song. The women nearby began to scream and you understood exactly why; His sexual energy was absolutely off the charts. You couldn’t seem to take your eyes from him and he left you with a lasting glance and a smirk as he turned to go back to the center of the stage. Once the song ended, you made sure to cheer your loudest, as did the majority of the audience. He and his entourage of gorgeous women bowed before he took a step forward.

“So I’ll take that as you’re ready” He commented, to which the audience roared loudly.

He chuckled, the sound alone causing your stomach to flip nervously. Taking a quick peek, over at Jumin, you saw that he was still looking at his stupid phone which nearly sent you into a rage had you not minded where you were. Rolling your eyes, you watched as the ringleader moved from side to side, asking the audience which side was loudest.

“Ladies, tell me” There was a pause before he leaned forward and asked.

“Do you scream that loud for your man, or is it just for me?” You felt your face heat up almost immediately as you chuckled.

You can see why the tickets say 18+ now. Looking over at Jumin, you leaned over and laid your head on his shoulder, feeling a bit bad that you weren’t paying him too much attention. He shrugged you off, which hurt quite a bit.

“Hold on babe, I gotta beat this level and my teammates are ass”.

“Take all the goddamn time you need” You huffed, rather annoyed as you straightened and leaned away from him. He was really getting closer and closer to being on your shitlist every second.

“By the way, just so you know what name to scream, my name is V” He spoke smoothly into the mic and, once again, he captured your attention.

He introduced the next act, which was the tightrope walkers and you watched in awe as they speedily set up the rope and the net underneath. The R&B song that began to play had you moving in your seat as the right rope walked began to walk across the small rope in sky high heels and a bodysuit that sparkled in the light beautifully. Quite often the crowd gasped as she lifted her leg straight in the air and gracefully placed it back down as she moved sexily to the music. Even on a tightrope, she moved her hips with such a sway that you couldn’t help but be entranced. She was soon joined by another woman who was just as gorgeous, outfitted in a long sleeve leotard adorned by rhinestones. Their small encounters as well as little, less than innocent movements made the men, and some of the women, in the audience go wild. But all too soon, it was over and the next act was on-The elephants. The ringleader, V, who came back with an outfit change that left you drooling, introduced the elephants who came in easily. You smiled at the gentle giants who carried their riders with absolute grace and poise. You watched the tricks that they performed it’s earnest, cheering loudly whenever it was completed. However, that act came and went as well and the next one was here. V came back with two other men who accompanied him, both in motor suits. The women once again cheered as V introduced the men.

“This is Jimin” The shorter one stepped forward, giving a sly smirk.

“If I'm not available and you want someone to make you scream, call him” The women in the crowd went wild and the girl next to who, whom you didn’t know from a hole in a wall, grasped your hands excitedly.

You laughed at her reaction before grasping her hands back since you were gonna have fun with someone tonight.

“Are they even real?” She asked over the roar of the crowd.

“Right?!” You exclaimed before turning your attention back to the stage.

“And, if you want an overachiever who’s probably going to have you tapping out, that’s what my boy Jungkook is here for”.

Jungkook stepped forward, smiling a bit and looking out into the crowd. In a matter of seconds, Jimin took the mic.

“Now, I know V told you my name, but I want to hear you say it. What’s my name?” He asked, holding out the mic to us.

The audience screams of “Jimin” had your chest vibrating with how loud it was. Jimin chuckled adorably, smiling before sitting on his motorcycle and putting on his helmet.

“That’s not fair. I want to hear you say my name, not his” Jungkook pouted.

The girl next to you grabbed your hands again and you giggled excitedly with her as the crowd screamed Jungkook’s name. Jungkook laughed before sitting on his motorcycle and putting on his helmet before riding towards the humongous metal circle that the crew had to have set up when no one was looking. V watched them leave before speaking.

“You know at the end of the day” Your heart stopped as his eyes connected with yours.

“You’re mine, right?” The women in the crowd went wild, once more, and you found yourself starstruck.

Did he seriously just look at you or did you imagine that? God you hoped you didn’t imagine that. Wait wait, what were you saying you had a boyfriend and, looking over, you saw him asleep. You looked at him in absolute disbelief before swallowing your anger and returning your attention to the gravity defying, nail biting motor tricks that Jimin and Jungkook were performing. As they were let out the cage, they rode right over to the ramps that ended in rings of fire which seemed to light upon Jimin’s command. They cleared the ramps flawlessly, receiving huge cheers from the audience as they entertained us. When they had finished their act, they smiled, taking off his helmets and shaking out their hair before bowing before the audience. The audience went wild, cheering as loudly as they could as the two walked off to where you assumed the backstage area was. The lights darkened considerable as the next thing the audience saw was flashes of lights, that only allowed for bits and pieces to be seen before V was before us again, this time with another handsome man by his side. With a quick head motion he asked “missed me?”, to which the crowd lost their minds.

“He told me how amazing the crowd was but damn” The man next to him whistled, before giving a 1000 watt smile that you swore could murder the sun. Exactly what kind of circus was this again? You didn’t even have time to think about it as the unknown man spoke again.

“How you doing gorgeous, I’m Jhope” He spoke smoothly, the energy in his voice causing the girl next to you who was holding your hand to scream even louder than before.

God knows how you didn’t notice but right next to the next were two massive tigers as well as men in black surrounding the back of the stage. You looked on in awe because god damn were those tigers huge but V and Jhope seemed totally unbothered.

“For this act, we’re gonna need a volunteer each” The crowd, as well as yourself, screamed as loud as they could.

You and the girl next to you waved your hands like crazy to try and be noticed. V looked over the audience once, then twice before his eyes locked on yours. Your heart skipped a beat as he nudged Hoseok and called one of the men to look after the animal. He began walking in your direction, security following, and, walking right over to you, standing on the stairs up and holding out his hand. You took it without any hesitation, making sure to step on Jumin’s foot as to wake him up as you went down. He woke up, quite disoriented to the view of your walking away from him with another man. The crowd screamed seeing you walk down the stairs with V. Covering his mic, he asked “Was that your boyfriend? The idiot sleeping?”.

You nodded begrudgingly to which he tsked and shook his head.

“With you in those shorts, I’d be anything but asleep. On my knees maybe, but not asleep” You looked over at him in surprise and he winked before turning around to the audience.

“Jhope?” V asked and Jhope pointed towards the girl you were right next to, wiggling his finger for her to come down.

“That one right there. The one you sat next to. Yeah, you. C’mere”.

You looked up to see her reaction and she was losing her mind, bounding down the stairs excitedly as he ran to the ring. The girl climbed on stage with help from security before walking over to Jhope. Your eyes scanned the audience just to see Jumin looking down at you with a glare. You internally scoffed. You felt V’s hand on the small of your back and you looked up at him as he smiled down at you.

“Scared of tigers?” He asked loud enough for the mic to catch it.

You shook your head.

“I like a little danger”.

He tsked.

“You gotta speak into the mic honey, otherwise they can’t hear you. Here, let me help” He leaned in closer, letting the mic that was near his mouth brush against yours.

The audience screamed, loudly.

“Now, what were you saying?” He asked, his voice low and sensual in a way that made the audience lose their minds.

You looked into his eyes, steeling your resolve.

“I like a little danger”.

His gaze shifted downward for a bit, letting his tongue peek out to wet his bottom lip.

“You scared honey?” Jhope asked the girl next to you.

The animal shifted for a moment and she squealed, causing everyone to laugh.

“Awww” Jhope pulled her close, tilting her head up so she had to look into his eyes as he said: “I’ll protect you”.

Again.

What type of circus was this?

“Turn around for me honey” He spoke before walking over to the Tiger next to him.

“This, ladies and gentlemen, is TanTan. I’ve had him trained since he was a cub. Isn’t that right, Tannie?” V leaned dangerously close to his face and Tannie let out a slight mewl sound, nudging himself against him.

“And this, is Rose” J-hope introduced before pulling the redhead closer to him.

“She’s a shy, sweet lil thing, so you’ll like each other” He assured her.

You switched your gaze from V to Tantan who was staring at you intently. He cocked his head to the side when you looked at him and you gave the animal a slight wave. Tannie raised from his sitting position, walking over towards you and nudged your waist with his head. The nudge definitely moved you a bit and you laughed at his display. V walked over towards Tantan, patting the area above his tail and he sat.

“Stand in front of him” He instructed, to which you did.

“Now” V looked up at you with mischief in his eye.

“Hold up your hands”.

The second you held up your hands, Tantan looked up, leaning back on his hind paws and lightly touching his front paws to your hands. You squealed in delight at the animal looked at you in confusion.

“Good boy Tannie” You cooed to him to which he began making a sound like a motor-purring you assumed.

He walked forward, nudging against you against. This time, however, he pulled you forward with a paw on your ass, nudging his head into your belly. You giggled as the audience awed. V walked over to you, standing behind you just as the tiger dropped his paw.

“Not fair, how’d he get to do that first?” He teased, covering his mic.

You chuckled, before leaning forward the petting Tannie where every cat liked to be petted-the spot between the ears and the eyes.

The audience awed at the interaction as the show continued. V and Jhope continued to help you and your new female friend with the tigers, including giving them hugs playing fetch with them. The audience graciously gave you two a hand as V and Jhope escorted you back to your seats, where your less than pleased boyfriend was waiting.

“Do you know how dangerous what you just did was?” He whisper yelled.

You scoffed.

“Funny, I didn’t think you’d look up from your phone long enough to know that I was in danger” You sneered.

You ignored him as you continued to watch the rest of the show, which you thoroughly enjoyed. You also noticed that V frequently kept his eyes in your section and the two of you met eyes more than once. Was he...was he looking at you? The girl next to you, who’s name you learned was Jisoo, leaned over.

“He hasn’t stopped looking at you since we’ve come back up here” She whispered.

“I wish” You sighed dreamily to which she responded: “He is!”.

All too soon, the show was over and you, as well as the rest of the audience, were screaming happily to show their content and amazement with the show.

“Hope to see you soon” V spoke and, with a wink, the tent darkened.

As people began to leave, your boyfriend grabbed your hand.

“Babe,” You turned to face him before you made your way up the steps, expecting an apology for his behavior.

Jumin approached you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“So, do you think we can stop by the arcade tent before we go? I really want to try this new version of fortnite that they have”.

He can not be fucking serious. Pushing away from him you muttered a “do what you want” and made your way down the stairs.Your phone buzzed incessantly as you made your way to the bathroom to freshen up. You didn’t bother to pick it up until you were washing your hands.

From Jumin❤️

11:04 PM: Are you angry?

11:05 PM: Cause I don’t see why

11:07 PM: You don’t like fortnite so I’ll go play by myself while you just chill for a bit.

11:08 PM: I don’t see the issue.

You try your best not to slam your phone down onto the bathroom counter. He was truly a fucking idiot. Shaking your head, you dried your hands and made your way to the cotton candy tent, getting a huge one for yourself before standing over by the arcade tent and waiting for your boyfriend. You felt someone tap your shoulder and turning around, you were pleasantly surprised to see V, hiding his famous face under a hat.

“Shh” V spoke while holding a finger to his lips before grabbing your hand and leading you away from the main crowd, bringing you around the huge tent and towards some of the back ones. He brought you to one of the biggest smaller tents, pushing past the black velvet flaps and letting you into his space which, quite frankly, looked a bit too nice to be in a tent. Throwing his hat off and shaking his hair out, he addressed you with a smile.

“I couldn’t just let you leave with that jackass. That’s borderline child abuse” He proclaimed.

You chuckled.

“How old do you think I am?” You questioned with a hand on your hip.

“Old enough, I hope” He responded, flashing you an adorable smile.

“21, 22 in 3 months” You clarified to which his smile got wider.

“Do you suppose I stay you with you?” You asked sarcastically, in reference to his earlier statement.

“Why not? Numb nuts out there is too busy sticking his dick in fortnite” V joked.

You groaned, shifting your weight as you angrily munched on more of your cotton candy.

“Trust me, I’m painfully aware”.

Stepping forwards, he took a piece of your cotton candy before holding out his hand for you to shake.

“I’m Taehyung” He introduced himself formally, to which you returned the favor.

He nodded, calling your name cute.

“I really loved the show today” You gushed.

He looked up from what looked like his dressing station.

“Yeah?”.

You nodded.

“I could barely take my eyes away from it. TanTan is quite the charmer” You joked.

Taehyung puffed his chest out with pride.

“He gets it from his Daddy”.

You giggled.

“What Tiger did you fuck?”.

He shrugged exaggeratedly.

“Hey, look, I’m popular with all the ladies and. it just so happens that that particular tiger and I had a connection”.

He stepped towards you, this time much closer than before and taking a piece of your cotton candy and holding it out for you to eat, which, you did. He took another piece but his gaze was fixated on you and only you as he ate it. Gently taking the cotton candy from your hands, he placed it on a napkin on the dresser before turning his attention back to you. He leaned forward.

“Tell me to stop if I’m making you uncomfortable”.

“You’re not”,

He placed a hand on your waist and pulled you in real close.

“Tell me to stop if I’m going too far”.

“You’re not going far enough” You muttered against his lips.

He pulled away, sharply. The fire in his eyes told you everything you needed to know about where this evening was going.

“Tell me you want it” Taehyung spoke darkly.

You decided to play coy.

“Hmm” You sounded as you pulled one strap of your bodysuit down.

“And what is it?” You questioned.

Taehyung held out his arms.

“Why don’t you come and find out?”.

Letting the other strap fall, you found yourself walking towards Taehyung with one thing on your mind and, trust and believe, it wasn’t Jumin. Reaching him, you let your hands roam over his chest, passing over his shoulders and looping around his neck. You leaned in, brushing your hips against his neck as you pushed yourself up against him.

He leaned down in your ear, letting an arm loop around your hips.

“You seem like a good girl, upper middle class, maybe a little prissy so let me warn you now; I’m nasty darling. Nothing like your little boy toy out there” His voice was dark and oh so promising.

You hum in delight, practically purring against his neck as you moved to unbutton his satin shirt. You unbuttoned the first one and then the second, lingering at the third as he watched you. Leaning forward you kissed your way down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as you went along, trailing your hands first along his stomach and then his thick thighs encased by those dark colored pants. Pulling you up, he grabbed you by your jaw and kissed you deeply, maybe even a little sloppy and you loved it. You tilted your head back, letting him take control of the kiss before you felt him drop down.He sat on the bed, legs open.

“Finish what you started but on your knees” He commanded.

“Mm, gladly” You spoke.

You undid his button and his zipper, not having patience enough to pull his pants and briefs the rest of the way down you simply fished his erection out of his pants. You groaned at the sight of it, feeling your lower stomach tremble as you leaned towards it. You immediately put your mouth on the head and Taehyung hissed. You teased him with kitten licks as your mouth got wetter before you began to deepthroat him. You heard a low groan come from him and you hummed around him as you felt him hit the back of your throat. You could see the thick coating of your saliva on his cock and it only turned you on more. You felt drips of your arousal spill out onto your bodysuit as a reaction. Gazing up at him, you let your tongue flick along the shaft.

“Spit on your hand” he commanded, voice rough.

You happily obliged, doing as he asked before letting your hand twist around him tightly. He let out a low moan and it fueled you to go faster. Leaning down you spit on the head which made him groan loudly. You moved your hand and your head in rhythm, letting it go up and down as the same time all the while you relished in Taehyung’s groans and curses. Taking him all into your mouth, you let the tip hit the back of your throat a couple times before pulling away, a thin trail of saliva connecting you and his erection. Looking at you, he paused for all of two seconds before he let out a gruff “on the bed”. You were happy to oblige, standing from your place slowly and making your way to the bed. You crawled on the bed, savoring the soft feel of the sheets and the mattress, as well as giving him a good view of your ass, before he flipped you over. You barely had time to speak before he was kissing you, deeply and madly. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you let him take control. Taking a hand and letting it wrap around your throat, the base of the thumb brushing against your windpipe, he pulled back a bit.

“Stick out your tongue” He commanded.

“Only if you promise to put yours to good use” You whispered.

You stuck out your tongue just as he chuckled, watching you with dark, lustful eyes,

“That’s my favorite part”.

He sucked your tongue into his mouth, eliciting a moan from you just as his fingers nimbly undid the buttons of your shorts and pushed them down your legs. He pulled back just to see the bodysuit you were wearing, to which, he bit his lip and let out a low whistle.

“Now I see why Jimin likes these things” He commented but you could barely get a laugh out before his skilled fingers were pushing past the bodysuit and sinking into your wetness. He easily slipped two and you whined lowly as he began to move his fingers. He let them move slow, stroking your walls teasingly.

“You’re so wet” He whispered in your ear.

You moaned grabbing at his arm to keep him where we was.

“I know he didn’t get you this wet” He whispered into your ear.

“He didn’t” You whispered back.

Abruptly, he pulling his two fingers out before rubbing them on your lips. You held his gaze as he pushed those same fingers into your mouth, watching as you sucked on them earnestly. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he undid the bodysuit before moving down. He hooked his arms under your thighs and the last thing you saw before his face was buried between them was a smirk. You felt your back arch the second he kissed your lips, sloppily. You whined as he pushed his tongue past your lips, curling it every so often to drive you wild. You moaned his name loudly, arching again as he began to suck on your clit. It didn’t stop there as he pushed a finger in, then two; driving his fingers deeper and deeper. You were trying your best not to scream, moaning loudly as you pleaded and pleaded with Taehyung. Grabbing his dark locks you pulled him closer as you begged him not to stop. You heard, and felt him chuckle, as he flicked his tongue across your clit. Just when you felt you were about to cum, Taehyung stopped. You were about to tell him off before you saw him pushing his pants and briefs down his legs, throwing his shirt over to the other side of the tent too. You were about to take off the body suit before a hand over your own stopped you.

“That stays on” He demanded.

You nodded, biting your lip as he grabbed at your thigh. He tentatively lifted it higher and higher, watching it surprise as you got it over his shoulder.

“I like that” He responded darkly before letting the head go back and forth against your folds.

He hissed as you pushed back against the sheets.

“Y-you’re, hmm, not gonna put anything on?” You stuttered to ask.

He paused.

“Do I need to?”.

You shook your head.

“Then why should I?” Just as he said that, he slipped in, causing you to gasp sharply.

He was so thick and it stretched you well beyond anything that you had ever been given before.

“To think, with a pussy this tight and this wet, he wasn’t paying you any attention” He groaned, giving a shallow thrust.

“Mmm, treat it right then” You said breathily.

“Watch me do it” He spoke harshly, although there was no real malice in his voice.

You looked down to watch Taehyung pull out slow and slide in fast. You watched the pattern he created intently, capturing your bottom lip between your teeth as Taehyung drove himself deeper and deeper in your heat.

“Taehyung, you’re thick” You whined, pushing against the sheets and gripping at them as he picked up speed.

“I know baby, I know” He leaned down, flicking his tongue against your neck.

“But goddamn you take dick so good. I want you to watch because, fuck, I shouldn’t be the only one seeing this beauty”.

You let your other leg spread so that you could let him in more to which he cursed and began to buck into you. His fingers deftly pulled down the neckline of your bodysuit and he was flicking his tongue around your bipolar in seconds. You felt the sensation heighten and you gripped at his back.

“Mark it” He husked to which you pushed your nails in and, much to your surprise, you were rewarded with a moan.

“Taehyung let me be on top” You whined, causing him to slowly come to a stop.

In a quick motion, he flipped you two so that you were not hovering over his dick. He let his hands interlock behind his head, looking on in amusement.

“Go on” he encouraged.

You braced your hands on his chest and sank down slowly. His eyes darkened considerably as he watched you slowly move up and down on his cock. His hands moved from behind his head to your waist as he began to move you back and forth on his cock. He threw his head back as you sped up, letting out a few light moans as he praised you.

“Just like that baby, shit”.

“Taehyung”.

You started to bounce on it, knowing that you wouldn’t last long with the feeling of your high fast approaching.

“Fuck, I’mma cum get off it” He spoke in between gritted teeth.

You smirked through your own pleasure. You hadn’t gotten the chance to tell him you were on birth control but you damn sure gonna show him. You began to move faster, letting out loud moans that rivaled his own.

“Oh fuck, baby c’mon, get up” He instructed.

Leaning down so your breasts were against his chest you whispered right in his ear.

“Cum inside, mm. I’m on birth con-” You were cut off by your own moans since that was all it took for Taehyung to lose it

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pounded into you from below. Taehyung was hitting your g-spot and your clit at the same time and you weren’t too sure you knew your own name. In fact, he was fucking you so good that all you were able to say was his name; Thats all that was going through your mind: Taehyung.

“You close?” He asked breathily.

“Yeah” You moaned, light and airy.

“Let me cum inside that pussy” He husked in your ear.

You began to move your hips to get your both to come quicker.

“You gonna let me?” He asked, loved your hair to kiss your neck.

“Y-yes!”

Taehyung chuckled before letting out a low hum. He pushed in deeper than you had ever felt, hitting your g spot over and over and over again.

“Tae-Taehyung I’m gonna-”.

“Me too baby, fuck, me too” He let out a few more hard thrusts, although the first one was what really had you coming undone, screaming his name into the summer night air.

“Shit, Imma cum. Take it darling” He husked, grabbing your hips and holding them down as you felt him release thick ropes of his cum inside of you.

You collapsed on top of him, breathing hard, as was he. He chuckled, moving his hair away from his face.

“Fuck him, you’re staying with me tonight. I’ll get you some clothes later” He declared.

You let out a sound to show that you agreed before snuggling into him. Taehyung pulled a thin sheet up over you too, wrapping an arm around your waist as you both drifted off to sleep.

Yeah, this circus is getting a 10 star yelp review.

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