Prompt: Unrequited loves a bitch but Brett is your
prefect distraction. (Inspired by I Got You – Bebe Rexha)
Warning: Smut, getting high, slight angst and swearing.
You smiled over at the pack as you spoke to your boyfriend.
You laughed at something Sean, tucking your hair behind your ear. After a few
heated kisses with him he said he was going to speak to his friend so you made
you way over to the pack. Lydia was looking at you with a smirk as soon as you
arrived. You smiled and started to speak to Kira and Lydia about what everyone
was doing over the weekend.
When people talk about Indonesia and travel in the same sentence, Bali seems to turn up more often than not. But beyond the rightly popular beaches of Bali, Indonesia is also home to more than 13,000 islands, 12 incredible national parks, numerous dive sites, accessible volcanoes, drool-worthy food and so much more. It’s truly underrated as a destination, and with close proximity and strong SGD currency over IDR, it’s more than a compelling reason why you should visit Indonesia! Here are more reasons why Indonesia is completely underrated as a travel destination.
Indonesia is the hot spot for adventure and intrepid experiences
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Indonesia has one of the world’s best diving sites
Dive sites in Nusa Penida, Nusa Lembongan and Gilimanuk in Bali often comes up in the list of favourite dive sites in the world, and for good reasons. Divers can find 75 per cent of the world’s known coral species, around 2,000 species of reef fish and not to mention, special appearances by whales, dolphins, sunfish, sharks, dugong, manta rays and more!
Club, lights and sounds in Jakarta
Jakarta is home to an amazing array of nightlife that can put even Vegas to shame. From popular and dressy Dragon Fly, to the amazing music-fueled ambience of lounge/club, Flow, you’re in for a good time no matter your budget. A blooming Jazz scene also attracts musicians from around the world to perform in the numerous jazz clubs situated within Jakarta, as well as special music festivals in Bali.
Singaporeans are well acquainted with Indonesian cuisine in terms of Nasi Padang, but do you know that Indonesian food are actually cooked and served differently based on regions? Generally, it is split into Padang and Minangkabau cuisine. Both cuisine varies in terms of the amount of spices and coconut milk that goes into the preparations. Wouldn’t you just love to go on a food hunt for the best satay, Murtabak, Ayam Goreng, Ayan Soto, Nasi Campur and more across Bandung, Jakarta, Yogyakarta, Semarang and Bali?
It’s hard not to find spirituality in the cultural capital of SEA
Indonesia is also home to the world’s biggest Buddhist temple, Borobudur, with its intricate lattice stupas set among paddy fields. Ubud in Bali alone provides tonnes of luxury yoga retreats for any yoga aficionados. Alternatively, you can also skip the crowds by heading to the quieter Pawon, Mendut, Plaosan Lor and Kalasan.
The list is simply not exhaustive, and you simply must explore parts of Indonesia yourself for some of the world’s best attractions you’ll ever see – at a fraction of the price you’ll need to fly to a faraway land!
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I know most of you have probably
seen Thor: Ragnarok by now, but for those of you that haven’t, you should
probably go see it while you still can!
I have to say, this is by far,
the best Thor movie I’ve seen. And if it
happens to be the last, well, I don’t mind (brb crying in a corner). But
really. If this is the last Thor movie, it would serve as the perfect ending to the franchise.
I have always been a fan of Thor.
No, it’s not because of Chris Hemsworth’s drool- worthy everything. It might be
partly because of Tom Hiddleston, but mostly, mostly, it was actually my love for mythologies that made me
appreciate it. As a lover of literature, mythologies have always been my favourite.
And there’s so little about Norse mythology, that I was glad it got a chance to
be made into such a spectacular, phenomenal movie, starring such talented
With that being said, let’s delve
into everything there is to love and look forward to when it comes to Thor.
(Warning: as always, spoilers
1. THE HUMOR
I did read an article stating
that Tom Hiddleston admitted this would be the funniest Thor ever (I am using a lot of superlatives, I know. It’s
just that great!)
And well, he wasn’t lying.
See, Chris Hemsworth is this unfairly,
annoyingly perfect human being. I mean, he looks like a god, he can act, he can
sing, he is a great dad to his kids, and it turns out, he can be funny.
Countless interviews and even that little segment he did where Thor was taking
a break with Darryl (see youtube video here, if you haven’t already: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_mizUMlvUc)
So yeah, the beginning of the
movie already had me laughing. (*spoiler content*) Thor was trapped in a cage
talking to a skeleton I was like “wtf?” But what did it for me was
when he was being interrogated by that fiery dude (don’t know how to spell his
name) and he was swinging on the chain Oh.My.God. You would have to have
watched it to understand.
The chain was rotating him around
and every time he had his back to the evil dude, he would be like “Hold
on.” And “I swear to God, I’m not doing this. It’s doing this on its own.” And
it turns out, a lot of it was improvised. So bless you, Chris Hemsworth for
your near perfection and humor.
Of course, Tom Hiddleston also
had his funny moments. One was when he was kidnapped by the great wizard, Dr.
Strange. When he came out of the portal, he was like, “I’ve been falling for thirty
minutes!” And I’m sure we’ve all seen the clip where Hela goes “Kneel.”
And Loki is just like, “who dafuq does this bitch thinks she is? That’s
Also, ALSO! When Hulk comes out- Loki’s reaction is just pricless-
omfg! You guys, you have got to love Tom Hiddleston for all the sass and
attitude and facial expressions he can fit in Loki’s character.
Thor brings back familiar faces
like Loki, Heimdall and *surprise,
surprise* Odin. We even get a scene
of Volstagg and Fandral there. But, we also have a slew of new characters. One,
being Surtur (big, fiery dude I was
talking about.) We also have big, bad Hela.
And of course, Valkyrie.
Before we talk about the new
characters, let’s talk about the old ones.
Loki. Loki. Loki. He has
got to be my most favourite villain of all time. At the beginning of the movie,
he is living it up as Odin and even builds a statue of himself. Of course, Thor
(even though he isn’t the smartest Avenger) eventually figures it out. They
have a somewhat happy reunion, before Thor asks for Odin.
Odin has been on Earth for some time, stripped of his power. He
ends up in Norway (big nod to Norse mythology right there) and ends up dying in
a sprinkle of golden little lights. Before he dies, he is somewhat able to
explain about Hela ( who we’ll talk about later). But Odin, being Odin, he
doesn’t stay dead and still appears to Thor in somewhat weird and creepy
visions, and he’s sassy too. He goes like “Are you the god of hammers?” Well,
excuse you All Father
Volstagg and Fandral. This
is the part I do not like of the
film. They were such lovable, lovable characters and Hela killed them without
blinking. Like wtf? They survived
this long only to die like that? WHY MARVEL? WHYYYYY. I mean, Pietro’s
death is still fresh!!!
Heimdall. Our watcher has turned into some sort of Asgardian
vigilante. He’s running from the law after what he did in Thor: The Dark World, but he also keeps the citizens of Asgard safe
while Loki and Thor are stuck on the other side of the universe. Good job,
Heimdall! You deserve a raise.
And now *drum roll*
THE BIG BAD. Hela. She is this combination of deadly (ugh duh
goddess of death), jealous and powerful. Not really great for Thor, whose
hammer is also destroyed by her. And to top it all off, she is the first born,
not him. Ouch. Talk about living a
lie. See, Cate Blanchett does a great job of playing this death goddess who
revels in destruction and killing, but I think it’s the way that Hela is written
that doesn’t really do it for me. She’s just so full of hate and wants to take
over the nine realms. She is evil to the
core, and so, there’s not much going on besides her being a powerful enemy.
Sadly, compared to Loki and other villains, her character falls flat. I mean,
even Ultron- who was a robot- had some twisted reasoning to all his evilness. At
least she had a dog. I want one. All that aside, Cate Blanchett is still
gorgeous and talented and I love her!
Valkyrie. I was impressed with her fighting skills, and even though
she was drunk, she still won. Way to go, girl! She also feels a lot like a
female Thor to me, and maybe that’s why they’ll end up together? I don’t know,
but I think that’s where Marvel’s heading with these two, especially since Thor
and Jane broke up. (Ikr! Just like that?! After everything that happened in The Dark World?) Still, in the comics,
they did get together at times, so it’s not that surprising if the writers go
Surtur. Big, bad fiery dude. And when I say big, I do mean big. He is prophesised to destroy
Asgard and bring about Ragnarok, when he grows to be as big as a mountain. See,
but I’m not telling you if he succeeds. That, you’ll have to see in the movie.
3. THE BROMANCE IS REAL
The thing I’ve always loved
about Thor movies is the relationship between Loki and Thor. It’s so real and
raw and funny. They really capture how siblings act irl. At least, that’s how me and my brother are. I just assume
most people can relate. I love how Thor has finally, finally learned, that Loki will always try to get the best of him.
I also love how Loki will come to his brother’s aid no matter their
differences. In the end of the movie, when Thor is sitting in his “throne”, I’m
happy to see Loki standing there beside him. And that scene in the room! Where
Thor was like “If you were here, I might actually give you a hug” and Loki
catches whatever Thor throws at him because he
is there! WAHHHH MY FANGIRL HEART
4. THOR’S TRUE POWER
Even though Odin could’ve put it
nicely instead of being like “Are you
the god of hammers?” (see now, I know where Loki gets all his sass from. It
wasn’t spending all that time with Frigga) It’s true that Thor’s power doesn’t come
from the hammer. Still, Mjolnir was a character all on it’s own. I’m gonna miss
that hammer. My most favourite parts of the movie were when Thor used his
powers without the hammer. It was so
cool seeing his eyes go all blue and lightning just zapping off his body. His
fight scene with the Hulk was e.p.i.c.
He would’ve won if it wasn’t for that cheating Grandmaster!
Seriously, dude? And then Thor also zaps Hela with a hella big blast and she
flies out the window. DAMN. DAMN BRO. Thor kicks ass without that hammer. I
wonder if it’ll be like that in Infinity Wars and what the reactions of his
fellow Avengers might be. *insert smirk*
There were other great parts of
the movie- the other gladiators wanting a revolution, Korg (omg Korg, I love
him. And the fact that he is voiced by the director makes it even funnier). And
the end credits! Goosebumps! I love Thor. I really wish this wasn’t the last
movie. But right now, I’m really, reallyyyy
looking forward to Infinity Wars.
The thud of the bass rattled Stiles’ bones as he approached the sketchy club. He’d taken a cab from his and Derek’s apartment as instructed because Derek hadn’t wanted him wandering around the city so late at night by himself, and Stiles actually agreed. New York was nothing like Beacon Hills.
Sure, there was chaos, murder, and mayhem, but of a completely different nature. The supernatural, Stiles could handle, but human…
His third week in the city, Stiles had been mugged. Derek had been furious with him.
It wasn’t a fair representation of the city. New York was great, and so were the people. The city was surprisingly high on the list of safe major cities as opposed to how it was portrayed in the media and Hollywood, but Stiles had been so used to knowing what goes bump in the night, that he had completely forgotten humans could be just a vicious and cruel as any supposed mythical creature.
So, Stiles now cabbed everywhere he went, usually. Of course, the next time he’d ignored Derek’s mild request to take cabs or wait for Derek to pick him up, Stiles was kidnapped by a grief-stricken, slighted werewolf hell bent on revenge against Laura Hale.
Stiles shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his red straight cut jeans that he wore with one of Derek’s sweaters. Not a club outfit, but Stiles wasn’t at the club to party. He was there to listen to Derek DJ his first gig, or whatever it was called. He bypassed the growing line and walked straight up to the big burly bouncer dude holding a clipboard.
“Sup, dude,” Stiles said. He flashed a grin of false confidence as he rocked forward on the balls of his feet. “I’m on the guest list. Stiles Stilinski.”
The bouncer eyed him and snorted before he consulted the clipboard. “Sure. ID,” he said.
“Oh, yeah. Sure.” Stiles fumbled for his wallet, nearly dropping his license when he pulled it out. It was brand new and still glossy. His license had expired a few months ago, and he’d had to renew it in New York. “Here ya go. I’m totally underage. Not trying to sneak in to drink. Just here for the music.”
The bouncer checked his ID, eyes darting between Stiles and his grinning picture, then back down to the guest list. “Sorry, kid. Can’t let you in.”
A/N: Alright, I’m terribly sorry to my dear Twister Anon who has waited so long for this! I’m so glad you requested this, because I had a lot of fun writing this particular smut of mine :3 I hope you’ll enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Lots of love to you, Twister Anon and all my PCY stans out there! x
Pairing(s): Chanyeol x Reader
Warnings: Vanilla sex
Requested: Yes, by my darling Twister Anon <3
Summary: A game of Twister with Chanyeol ends up being taken into the bedroom.
“God damn it, Chanyeol! It’s right foot on red, not blue”,
you burst out laughing, already twisted in an awkward position of your own. With
your left hand resting on the yellow circle and your right hand on purple, you’re
not exactly in a comfortable predicament.
To your left, Jongdae is twisted up in a human pretzel,
trying hard to keep himself from losing his balance as his giggles rumble
throughout his form. To your right, Chanyeol seems to be having a bit of a
struggle in keeping up with the instructions Junmyeon is diligently reading out
from his perch on the nearby barstool.
It was Friday night and you were sitting with Peter, again, alone, again, in the base living room for the fourth night in a row. Everyone around you was off doing their own thing and you were doing yours. That just so happened to be you sitting on your lazy ass and doing nothing for another consecutive night in a row. You were bored out of your mind and couldn’t figure out anything else to do. So, you dug through the box of old movies and picked one that seemed a little entertaining. Well, you were completely wrong.
Halfway through you wanting to stab yourself in the eye with your straw or falling four stories, Peter walked in and asked you what you were up to. You sighed heavily and explained to him the dreaded movie you were watching, warning him about the pain you were undoubtedly putting yourself through. He shrugged his shoulders and plopped down next to you on the couch.
“God this movie is horrible,” you interjected into the silence stirring around you and Peter as you sat quietly watching the boring movie.
Peter looked over at you in disbelief before sighing and standing up from his position on the couch, “Sadly, you’re right.”
You smile at him and get up as well, brushing the invisible dirt off your jeans before reaching over and grabbing the remote, switching the TV off. You clap your hands together loudly, turning to look at Peter in excitement, “So, what should we do instead?”
Peter shoved his calloused hands deep into his pockets and shrugs his broad shoulders, lips pursing in thought, “I have no idea.”
Your mouth turns down in a slight frown at his discerning thought and you fold your arms across your chest, pacing around the vacant room. There wasn’t much to do on this lonely night, due to the fact it was just you and Peter for the time being. And you could sense it was going to be like that for quite some time tonight. But you didn’t mind, being alone with him was something you wished would happen for months, it as like someone was sending you a sign, to try and make a move on hum before anyone else did.
As you paced, your eyes downcasted to the blue carpeted blue beneath your bare feet, your thoughts driving through the ideas of what could possibly entertain you at this moment in time. Your eyes moved up and across the room, looking vacantly at the surroundings while Peter’s back faced you and is figure wandered across the room as well in thought.
As your Y/E/C scaled over to his figure, you admired his slightly curled, messy brown hair that looked as if he’d bee playing with it all day. His blue sweater clung tightly to his figure underneath and your eyes wandered to the back muscles seen poking through the fabric of his sweater. You smiled to yourself in deep thought, eyes then casting down to his hand, which was balled into fist. Narrowing your orbs, you watched his fist clench and then un-clench in deep thought, taking the veins that popped up underneath the opening of his sweater into account.
Fuck, you never realized how strong and cut Peter could look in a damn sweater. Of course you knew how ripped he was when you ‘accidentally’ walked in on him lifting weights in the workout room last week. You were pretty sure your drool had become evident that day when Peter smirked at your obvious staring. You were pretty sure you weren’t that strong, and one of your powers was super strength. How strong is Peter compared to you? You both had a power of super-strength, but who was the more forceful? There’s no way he could-
As your mind ripped away from your wandering thoughts and sudden idea, you ran over and stepped your attention right on front of Peter. His head popped up from the floor to meet yours in a sudden trap, his brown eyes glazing with curiosity as his eyebrows raised.
Your hands placed themselves on your hips and you brightly smiled before letting out your risky idea, “Let’s arm wrestle,” the words rolled off your tongue in a daring way, eyebrows raising as well in favor of the idea.
Peter’s arms folded over his chest at your thought, pink lips turning up into a slight smirk as he noticed your confident and enlightened demeanor. He didn’t want to hurt you, okay? He knew one of your powers was super-strength, just like his, but he could lift a trailer with his bare hands. He didn’t want to sound cocky, but he was pretty sure you could lift the couch with yours. (lmao peter u asshole).
So, he sighed heavily and stared in your eyes with a snarky look before mumbling out some lame, overused, egotistical, excuse, “Look, Y/N,” he started, reaching over and laying his carved hand on top of your shoulder in a fragile way. Your pulse tightened with anger and your eyes narrowed in annoyance as your shot your head down to look at his hand on your shoulder.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” he continued, his head tilting to the side slightly in regret for you, which made something in your brain click, causing your body to heat up and your blood begin to boil.
Your body tightened underneath Peter’s ego filled figure, jaw tightening at his sappy way to tell you how much better he was than you, “And why’s that?” you forcefully shot back, your hand reaching up to quickly shove Peter’s off your shoulder. His head jolted back slightly at your actions and opened his mouth cockily, moving his jaw from side to side in complete shock at your overwhelming confidence about this.
Peter folded his arms back across his chest and and rolled back and forth on the balls of his New Balance adorned feet before speaking cockily, “You see, I can catch a forty-thousand pound bus with my bare hands, and you caught what the other day? A falling cat?” he reached up and tucked his hand behind his ear, signaling for you to speak up and clarify yourself.
“I saved a falling cat, okay? I caught that forty-thousand pound bus with you, jackass! Who do you think was on the other side?” you sassed back, throwing your hands up in the air as Peter knew he had ignited something in you that he loved seeing.
His demeanor flashed back to seriousness and he stuck his hand out in front of your, eyes sparkling as he was ready to take the challenge, “Deal. I’ll do it,” he said, his large hand vacant of yours for a few seconds.
Your competitiveness got the best of you before your smirked at him, eyes gleaming with anticipation as your reached to grasp his hand in a fair shake, “De-”
But before you could touch his hand in favor, he jerked back slightly and turned his head to the side and his lips curled into an evil smile, “But wait, let’s make a deal.”
You shrugged, mind wandering with thoughts on what he was going to say in favor of himself to win. Shrugging your shoulders in fairness, you urged him to go on. But, with the way his brown eyes gazed into yours, and his barely taller figure scaled yours at his seemingly inched closer to you, something in the pit of your stomach told you this wasn’t going to be good.
“If you win, you get to do whatever favor you desire, but if I win, you have to kiss me.”
As you anxiously across from Peter, your brain was giving off signals as to what you would do if he did win this. And honestly, you had no fucking idea. His bet was pretty solid, allowing you to do anything to him in favor of winning, but his side was a deal breaker. You didn’t know if your heart could stand the anticipation Peter would give you as his lips captured yours in a victory kiss.
“Ready?” Peter asked you, snapping you out of your losing thoughts back to reality. His right hand was up on the table in position, waiting for yours next to it.
Before you answered Peter, you scaled his muscled arms, your body pushing you to do so in a guilty, hormone-crazed way before beginning the match. His sleeve had been pushed up to his elbow, arms veins popping out in every direction as it stood still on the table. Your mouth watered at the drool-worthy veins as your arm subconsciously set itself next to his on the table.
You sighed deeply, eyes switching from regret to game mode as you locked a stare with him, both sets of mouths turned up as you muttered into his intent stare, “Ready as I’ll ever be,” the attempted cockiness dripping off your tongue like venom in the heated and nerve-wracking situation.
Your reached forward and clasped your right hand with his and instantly felt the heat and sparks ignite, dancing up and down your arm in a trembling way. You both attempted to push the ignited feeling to the back of your minds for the time being and clamped down on one another’s hands.
“Go!” you muttered quickly, arm instantly flexing at the sudden movement of strength between both your bodies. You felt the intense pressure on your hand and instinctively pushed back harder against Peter’s hand.
Your gazes never separated as soon as the match started, the deep, captivating brown hit against your glistening, intoxicating Y/E/C and two worlds became one in the intense situation. You could sense your strength slipping in the moment as Peter’s arm began to hang over yours slightly in a winning way.
Push, push, push, your brain yelled at you over and over again in the front of your mind. You felt your teeth grind against each other in a tight feeling, your jaw tightening at the perception of you losing this game.
Peter felt the sweat beads began to forms across the top of his forehead as the heated, sweaty feeling of your hands being pushed together at great strengths started to ignite. His mind only focused on the feeling of his your sweet, glorious lips being placed on his after his win. He didn’t care who was stronger, he just wanted to get a rise out of you. He could sense the heat flooding between your bodies once he got that kiss, your nervous energy radiating off him in a way he couldn’t explain, as he would gently grab your face in his hand and pull you towards him in a searing kiss.
Your mind focused on beating Peter, because you couldn’t take the obnoxiousness of his mouth blurting out every other victory word he could find in the dictionary. Your mind transferred to your hand, your strength growing as you felt your hand squeeze Peter’s harder, your arm becoming over his in defeat.
He sensed his arm limping on him as your face grew wider and wider with every second his strength began to fail, and yours began to blossom. Victory took over your demeanor as you witnessed Peter’s arms lay limp on the table underneath yours. His eyes looked down in misery as you leaped out of your chair and threw your hands up in the air.
“I WON! I FUCKING BEAT YOUR ASS SPIDER BOY! WOOHOO!”
Peter got up in defeat, his lips turning into a smile as your happy and glorious win took over your body in a leaping way. Your eyes turned back around to meet Peter’s a guilty yet snarky way as you let out a breath of air from your screaming.
Peter knocked his knuckles against the table and inched closer to you, spreading his across the air in front of you, “Congratulations, you won. What’s your favor of desire?” he questioned, a smirk displayed across his face.
A deep sigh emitted from your body as you inched closer to Peter’s figure, eyes scaling him as your brain wracked for options to plant on the boy in front of you. But, your mean, sneaky desires to cast on him were suddenly vanished as your original and heartfelt thoughts took over as you leaned over and whispered in Peter’s ear confidently, “My desire is for you to claim the win and your reward.”
Let’s just say, neither of you ended in a loss that night. (lol not smutty;) )
Jack skates through the crowd of his teammates who are currently mobbing the small blonde freshman who brought pie of all things into his practice. He’s kind of intending to ask the kid what the hell he thinks he’s doing feeding these guys before they have to go run drills, anyway. Like seriously, does he want a rink full of projectile-vomiting jocks? Cuz that’s an ugly scene that he does not want to explain to the ice crew. But he’s the captain, and so when guys on his team act like morons, Jack is always the one who has to go apologize on behalf of the Samwell Men’s Hockey Team.
He’s more than ready to lay into the new guy, but when the crowd parts, and new guy looks up, he smiles this nervous little smile and says,
“Hi! I’m Eric -” and then everything goes black.
Coach Bittle got into the habit of always checking the janitor’s closet on his way out of the building every night. After what happened to Junior, he ended up just sort of gravitating there. The first time he’d had the urge to check inside, he’d ignored it and spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, imagining a tiny freshman, plopped on a bucket and crying their eyes out. When the custodian showed up at 5, Coach was already waiting in his truck with a cup of coffee. Now he just gives in. Figures that as far as compulsive, guilty urges go, it’s not that bad. Only takes him another minute out of his way, and now he goes home and sleeps like a baby.
Luckily, depite making it part of his nightly routine for the past few years, nobody’s actually been locked in there. Well. Locked in. There were certainly a few encounters he interrupted. Those times he was delayed more than a minute having to make uncomfortable phone calls to parents.
The first and only time that Coach Bittle rescues someone from the janitor’s closet is actually not even during the school year, and he isn’t actually checking for anyone. He’d just come in to do some paperwork for preseason and spilled coffee on his desk, and when he goes to get the actually absorbent paper towels from the closet, he finds a very large, very confused man in full hockey gear.
“AHHHH!” They both scream and jolt back, Coach stumbling and catching himself on the drinking foundtain, the large hockey man, being not so lucky and still wearing skates, sits in a mop bucket. His only solace seems to be that it’s currently empty.
“What in the sam hell!?” Coach yells, regaining his footing. Hockey man flinches and his eyes dart around like a cornered racoon.
“Where am I?” he chokes out. “What’s - what’s going on?” He looks up and meets Coach’s eyes. Coach looks down at hockey man’s jersey. Samwell Men’s Hockey. And he is not a stupid man by any stretch of the imagination, so it takes only a few stunned seconds to realize that this must me Junior’s soulmate. Why else would one of his teammates have been catapulted down to Georgia?
“You’re in Madison, Georgia, son. Looks like you just met your soulmate.”
“My - but I - I was at practice?” Hockey man looks up at him, and from way down there, looking so goddamn confused, he finally looks young enough to be playing with Dicky’s team.
“And now you’re here. So what does that tell you?” Coach raises an eyebrow.
“That…I…met my soulmate?”
“Sounds about right. Also sounds like you probably need to be getting on your way back, don’t it?”
“Um, yes. That would be. I should. Um. Go.”
“Might want to start with taking off the skates first.”
“Oh, I. Yes.” Hockey man awkwardly lifts his legs one by one and scrunches up to untie his laces. Coach helps him pull the skates off, and then offers a hand up out of the bucket.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Jack Zimmermann,” he introduces himself and holds his hand out to shake. “Nice to meet you.”
“Eric Bittle Senior,” Coach tells him, trying not to feel a little pleased when the boy’s face goes pale in recognition. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride back where y’all belong.”
“But I - That’s Massachusetts.”
“I know what I said. Hussle, you’ve got another practice tomorrow mornin’ I bet.”
“Then we oughtta hope traffic’s on our side.”
Meanwhile, Bob Zimmermann nearly cuts his ear off shaving when he hears a loud thump followed by a sqeuak behind him. He turns to find a strange young man in a Samwell Men’s Hockey jersey sprawled across his bathroom floor, clutching a pecan pie to his chest.
“Chrisse!” He yells, razor clattering to the sink. He manages to catch his towel before it falls, luckily, but his yelling seems to have startled the poor kid even more. He’s shaking a little as he sets the pie down gently and sits up. The blades of his skates clink against the tile.
“I - Um - Oh dear, I am so sorry! I don’t - I don’t know what happened! I was at practice and then - I mean - I’ll just be going.”
“Non!” Bob rushes to assure the boy it’s fine, but when he steps forward, it startles him all over again. Clearing his throat, Bob steps back and switches to English. “I mean, there’s no need to apologize. I know why you’re here, I just - wasn’t expecting you at this particular moment.”
“You…were expecting me?”
“Well…not you exactly, but…the…concept? of you? Jack’s soulmate. We - His mother and I, we knew when he met them, they would show up here.”
“Oh…I…guess that makes sense?”
“I’m sorry we had to meet like this. I feel terribly underdressed.” The boy stares at him blankly until Bob cracks a smile. Then, he breaks out into loud pleals of laughter. His eyes are a warm brown and crinkle at the corners, his nose scrunches. He looks like such a happy person. Maybe happy enough that some of it will rub off on Jack.
Hockey boy stands up and shakes the hand that isn’t holding Bob’s towel up. “Eric Bittle, pleasure to meet you.”
“Bob Zimmermann, nice to meet you too.” Another good (although strange, very strange) sign: there isn’t a trace of recognition in the boy’s face at hearing the name “Bob Zimmermann”. Of course Jack’s soulmate would be the only hockey player alive who had no clue who the fuck his father is.
Eric hobbles out of the bathroom and sits against the wall in the hallway to take his skates off before making his way downstairs to the kitchen where Bob had said his wife Alicia was probably hanging out. Sure enough, when he found the (gorgeous. stunning. drool-worthy.) kitchen, there was a tall, blonde woman sitting cross-legged on one of the barstools, a cup of coffee in one hand and the other propping open a book.
“Hello,” he announces himself quietly. She’s still startled, though not nearly as much as her husband had been. When she turns and gets a look at him, she puts the coffee down and lets the pages of the book flop freely, unfolding herself from the seat.
“Hello. You must be…”
“Eric. Eric Bittle.”
“Right. And -”
“Jack’s soulmate. Yes ma’am, it would seem so.” He smiles timidly, and is most definitely not expecting to be enveloped in a hug.
“It’s so nice to meet you.”
“The pleasure’s all mine, Mrs. Zimmermann.”
“Well,” Alicia steps back and puts her hands on her hips, regarding Eric with a motherly smile. “Can I get you a cup of coffee while we wait for Bob?”
Jack and Coach switch drivers every state. Coach insists that each time, they take a photo in front of the Welcome sign. Jack snaps a few pictures on his phone when he’s in the passenger seat. When it’s his turn to drive, he tries to educate Coach on the finer points of hockey and the top NCAA teams, and Coach in turn tries to explain how the hell football works.
The Zimmermanns put Eric on a plane back to Massachusetts that night with his hockey gear stuffed in a duffel and wearing the least obviously early 2000s clothes they could find in Jack’s old dresser.
“We wish we could go with you,” Alicia tells him, seeming genuinely sad to be sending him off alone.
“But Jack probably wouldn’t appreciate…intruding. He likes to keep his life at school seperate from his life back home, you know?”
“Of course, don’t worry a bit. It was so nice meeting y’all.”
When the airport shuttle leaves Eric in front of his dorm, he’s exhausted from the trip and starting to stress out about seeing Jack. His soulmate. Who he’d barely seen in the first place, only a quick impression of tall and eyes before he’d been wormholed to Montreal. He thinks he has to be seeing things when he first catches sight of his father’s old blue truck pulled up against the curb.
He shakes himself and starts for the building, but from behind him, Coach’s voice calls,
“Dicky! Er- Eric!” Eric’s head spins a little with how fast he turns around. Because there’s no way. His dad hadn’t been able to get away from preseason long enough to drive Eric up to school in the first place. There’s no way he’s - But the there’s Jack, sliding out of the passenger seat. Because Coach had driven him. All the way from Georgia. Because he’s Eric’s soulmate. Coach is hand-delivering the love of Eric’s life and he just…cannot with this day anymore.
So he focuses on the one tiny part that he can wrap his travel-weary brain around. He walks up to Jack, who’s watching him raptly, eyes darting everywhere like he’s trying to make sure he memorizes everything before he disappears again, and says,
“I don’t think we managed to introduce ourselves properly last time.”
Summary:Living as a top level secret agent can sometimes feel lonely and empty, but not when you have a fellow agent who constantly competes with you. Although he’s from another agency you’re both the best at what you do…hate each other. Both always sent on the same mission where you just can’t help but turn it into a competition. In order to have more chances at beating you, Jungkook sets out on his own mission to uncover your weaknesses, to spy on you. You very much hate him and he hates you…but that’s just what the both of you thought.
In one hand you had a cup of coffee, and in the other you had your duffel bag swung over your shoulder. Last night was very…eventful, you still hadn’t found out how Jungkook had discovered your address, but you were about to soon. Namjoon was a professional hacker and so you had a splendid idea on how to get your revenge.
You barged into the building like you owned it, it was a normal thing you did once you became the top agent. Who could complain though? You only did it as a joke.
“Agent Y/N! Good morning!” Taehyung greeted you, he was the second best agent at the company. The two of you had had a thing going on a few years ago, but it was nothing serious. Just a few nights together…that’s all.
You raised your hand as a greeting and went to Namjoon’s office which was on the fifth floor. Your agency’s building is actually quite big. It has a total of nine floors, a garage with five floors and a food court on the third floor. The interior of the building has a white, modern design, with windows as the outer walls.
You walked into Namjoon’s office and once again dropped your duffel bag onto a chair. This time Namjoon was sitting at his desk, busy typing things onto his computer. He was so concentrated on it that he didn’t even notice you walk in.
You cleared your throat to get his attention, then he finally looked up with his large black glasses propped on his nose, “Oh hey, didn’t see you there.” You handed him the coffee that you had bought on your way, then proceeded to sit down in the single couch in the corner.
“Thank you, I really needed this.” Namjoon took a sip of the coffee and winced a little at the bitter taste.
“Perfect, just the way I like it.” He plopped the cup down onto a coaster and rolled his seat to face you.
“Joonie, I need a favor, please.” You knew that he had a soft spot for you, but by using his nickname you made the spot even softer. He covered his face with his large hands and sighed.
“What is it this time?” he said with a muffled voice since his hands were covering his entire face.
“Well… You see…Jungkook was at my place last night-” You were about to explain everything to him when an alarm went off. Now this wasn’t just any alarm, you’ve heard it many times before.
You and Namjoon rushed over to the announcement hall, the standard procedure for all agents and computer information specialists, or as you liked to call them, hacker pros.
All the agents from your floor were in the hall, everyone was prepared for the worst. As agents you have to think of the worst case scenario, and not the best, with this method you’d hardly get surprised or be unprepared, which is an important part of being a secret agent. A large monitor at the front of the room turned on and the room went dead silent.
The face of a retired top agent, now head of the agency was displayed on the screen, “Fellow agents. We have just received news that our ally, the United States, has uncovered information about a new terrorist group threatening to create completely new weapons that could possibly, as we all know it, not only endanger the U.S, but also lead to world devastation.” You couldn’t help but feel excited, this meant that they would be sending only the best of the best on this mission. It’s not that you were stuck up or anything, but you knew that you were referred to as the ‘most experienced’ in the company.
“Due to the dangers of this situation, we will be sending only the most qualified from our agency. They will be heading undercover to retrieve the blueprints of the weapons from the base of the terrorists that are currently said to be located in Hong Kong.” On the screen the man was handed a sheet of paper that he slowly scanned through, the tension in the room increasing by every second.
“The agents to be assigned to this mission are, Agent 033, Y/F/N, and Agent 095, Kim Taehyung. They will be leaving in approximately one hour, you know where to go to be prepared for this. Good luck.” You weren’t very surprised when your name was called, but when Taehyung’s name was called you felt yourself stiffen a little. You decided to not let anything get in your way during the job, get it done and leave, that was the plan.
The screen went black and everyone headed back to their stations, just because they weren’t sent on the main mission, didn’t mean they had no part in it.
You headed to the main gear room, Taehyung was already there putting on a bulletproof vest. Namjoon came over to you and handed you a file with all the information. You skimmed through it, noting the important points. Once you were done you looked up to find Taehyung standing in front of you, you returned the files to Namjoon and walked over to where the guns were laid out. Taehyung followed behind, your hand hovered over the guns, determining which would be the most suitable to carry in your belt, you chose a plain pistol and stuffed it in your gun holder.
“We should get going.” You said while turning to Taehyung, you lifted your skin tight skirt up to place a knife in your leg strap. You could feel Taehyung gaping, since your leg was practically on display with what resembled a choker on it, making the sight a whole lot drool worthy, “Don’t you know staring is rude?” you gave him a smug look and sashayed out of the room.
“M-72 I repeat M-72 is ready for landing. Over.” You heard the pilot speaking to the control tower. You grabbed a parachute and threw it to Taehyung, then you went to the cockpit, “Excuse me, that won’t be necessary.” You grabbed one more parachute and strapped it on, you took a deep breath and moved over to the sealed door.
You unsealed the plane’s door and a gust of wind blew through. Things flew all over the room, “Time to go Taehyung.” You put on a pair of goggles, and then… you jumped. Your arms and legs were glued together as you maneuvered yourself to where you planned on landing. Taehyung wasn’t too far behind, he followed your lead with his hands and legs tightly pressed to his body.
As you got closer to the ground, you stretched out your hand and gave a signal of a thumbs up, telling Taehyung to release his parachute. Once you heard his release, you pulled on your strap and released yours as well.
You scanned the terrain with eyes as though of an eagle watching it’s prey. It was quite dark but you were still able to spot an empty plot of land between all the trees. Your watch suddenly started to beep, you looked at it and realized that Namjoon had put some sort of tracking device on it. You didn’t know what it was tracking but it also informed you on the terrorist base being nearby.
The landing was smooth, and you proceeded to unbuckle the parachute.
“The base should be North-West from here.” Taehyung said coming up to you. Nodding at him you both set out.
“Y/N! Do you have the blueprints yet!?” Taehyung dodged another blow that was aimed to his face, he brought out his gun and cuffed the man on his head then kicked him making him stumble over and lose consciousness. He turned to the right where there were two other men running into the room and fired his gun. With one shot to the head the first man was down, he fired again and the second man collapsed.
“I’ve almost got it!” The blueprints were still being downloaded onto the flash drive that you had plugged into the terrorist’s computer. The plan was to retrieve the blueprints and destroy the source of them.
32 seconds remaining
“Come on, any time now…”
A man came out from around the corner and started firing at you, you ducked behind the desk. You looked from the side at what position he was in, then you slid to the right and fired at him. He didn’t expect your move and so he was shot in the stomach and then in the head.
You rushed back over to the computer and it said the download was complete. You unplugged the flash drive and then you had to somehow destroy the computer.
You pondered on how Namjoon would do it, probably erase the memory or something. There were reasons why you were unable to do that. With one, you weren’t a hacker pro and two, there was no time for that!
So… you did what Y/N would do, you shot it, not once, not twice. You shot the computer’s monitor then you shot the CPU, the mother board, you made sure you shot everything. And with that you were out of there, “It’s done! Let’s get out of here!” you and Taehyung ran out of the base. You stole one of their military vans and drove off.
Once you were far enough from the base and were sure you weren’t being followed, you stopped the van and got out. The next step was to get to town, from there you would go to a hotel already reserved by the agency, and the next day you would take a plane back to Korea.
The two of you were now on the outskirts of Hong Kong and decided to hail a taxi.
“Y/N, you’re hurt…” Taehyung rushed over to you when he noticed a cut on your thigh. You hadn’t even felt it, there was too much going on for you to notice that some bastard back there had successfully gotten a hit on you. You were slightly limping as you walked towards the taxi,
“I’m fine.” you waved him off. Taehyung held onto your hand as he helped you get into the taxi. He then told the taxi driver the hotel where you were headed to. Taehyung tore the sleeve of his shirt off and tied it round your cut. His hand then lingered on your thigh as you two made eye contact.
“I’ll make sure to get someone take a look at that once we get to the hotel.” he moved his hand up to your cheek and his thumb rubbed it gently, “You should really be more careful Y/N.” he smiled.
“There you go.” The nurse said as she tied a bandage round your leg. You thanked her as you pulled up your pants and headed out the small clinic. You were glad that the hotel had it’s own clinic because you weren’t planning on going to a hospital just because of a cut you could’ve stitched up yourself.
You entered the elevator to head up to your hotel room, just as the elevator’s doors were about to close, a hand had blocked them. As the doors slowly opened, you moved to the side and a tall guy walked in, you couldn’t see his face because he didn’t turn towards you.
“What floor?” You asked while you stood over by the elevator buttons,
“Fifth.” his voice was awfully familiar, and then it clicked.
“Jungkook!? Why the fuck are you here?!” you turned towards him, you weren’t exactly upset but you were so convinced that he was following you now.
“I’m here on a mission, just like you.” grinning he folded his arms over his chest and licked his lips. He was wearing a black suite and you bit your lip and turned around, you felt your legs go weak.
“How’d your mission go?” The elevator passed the second floor and you could feel him move closer to you. Oh how much you wished Taehyung was there with you right now, if he was, Jungkook wouldn’t be talking to you, at least that’s what you thought.
“It went great, actually. What about yours?” you turned towards him and gave him a knowing grin.
“It went better than your last relationship, that’s for sure.” with those words you felt a sudden stab in your chest, you saw the memories starting to come back to you. The memories you had tried so hard to forget, the memories that would haunt you every night once you closed your eyes.
You held onto your head with both your hands, you could feel them shaking. Why had those words triggered you so much? The incident had happened years ago, yet the words were still able to hurt you.
You didn’t even notice when you had dropped to the ground and began to cry. You didn’t care if Jungkook was there watching you break down, you didn’t care…you didn’t care anymore.
Jungkook wasn’t able to understand why you suddenly broke down. He wanted to put you off by mentioning your relationship, but he didn’t know you would take it this seriously. He suddenly began to regret ever saying that.
'Maybe I took it too far.’
He crouched down and tried to calm you down by rubbing your back, but you screamed at him “Don’t touch me!” your eyes were full of tears as you began to hit him with the little energy you had left.
Jungkook was very confused, he didn’t stop you from hitting him, since the hits were weak and feeble. They barely hurt him, “Y/N I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” he hadn’t planned on breaking you, he just wanted to slow you down, so he could finally have a chance at beating you.
You stopped hitting him after you heard him apologize, you didn’t understand how he could possibly know about your relationship.
He wiped your tears, “I’m really sorry, I-I shouldn’t have said anything.” he held onto your hands that were tiny compared to his. You finally looked up at him, this time you actually took your time to notice his features.
He had large, round eyes, with a very cute nose. You noticed he had a scar on his left cheek, 'Probably from a fight or something’. His mouth looked so soft and kissable, you couldn’t help yourself from staring. He looked deep into your eyes that were filled with hurt, the two of you just sat there gazing at each other till the elevator stopped on the fifth floor. This was the first time you forgot about hating him.
You cleared your throat and got up while dusting your pants. You left him and headed for your room, but this time you did turn back. When you did, Jungkook was rushing after you, he held onto your hand, you tried to squeeze out of his grip but you were too weak.
“You didn’t tell me if you’ve forgiven me yet.” he said while moving his face closer to yours. You looked down at your feet, their tips touching with Jungkook’s.
“It doesn’t matter.” you said. You felt his free hand move down to your waist, gently pulling you closer, your chests were now pressed against each other.
“It matters to me.” he placed his hand on your chin, making you face him.
“This is very unprofessional..” You put your hands on his chest in an attempt to push him away from you but he only gripped you tighter.
“Y/N please say you forgive me…or do I have to force it out of you?” he cocked his head to the side and looked deep into your eyes.
Without a warning he brushed his lips against yours and that’s when you knew what was coming your way. You pushed him away, you stood there contemplating if what just happened was even appropriate, there was no doubt that after months of meeting him on missions he was no longer a stranger to you. His lips felt so soft against yours and half of you regretted pushing him away.
“I’m sorry, I should go..” he said as he rubbed his forehead and proceeded to walk past you. You’ve known this man for ten months, spoken to him only on a couple of occasions, although he seemed cocky, you knew he had a soft heart.
“Wait.” you called out to him, you didn’t want this feud between the two of you to go on forever,
“I forgive you.” you tucked a hair behind your ear as you looked up at him, you gave him the warmest smile you could handle at the moment.
At that instant, Jungkook had realized his true feelings towards you. Jungkook wanted to protect you, he wanted to hold you in his arms as you fell asleep. He wanted your face to be the first thing he sees when he wakes up in the morning. He wanted to have you, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t have you because he had hurt you, he had to fix this. He had to fix this before he looses you to someone else, and he would hate himself if he lost you.
Your phone began to ring before Jungkook could say anything, you checked the caller ID, it was Taehyung calling you.
“I have to go.” you said as you walked away from Jungkook,
“We’ll see each other soon again, right?”
You nodded towards him as you walked over to the room that you shared with Taehyung. You knocked on the door, Taehyung opened it almost immediately, once he saw you he pulled you inside.
“Y/N I was so worried about you.” he cupped your face inspecting it as if you had just risen from the dead.
“I’m completely fine. Chill a little.” You said waving him off, “I’m going to take a shower.” You kicked off your shoes, and grabbed the robe that was laid out on your bed.
“Can I join you?” Taehyung asked you with a smirk.
You and Taehyung used to be fuck buddies, it’s a long story to begin with, but yes, it actually happened, so you weren’t surprised when he asked you that question. You had ended it with him a long time ago for a reason.
“Please don’t?” You gave him a dark look. You turned your back on him as you took of your shirt on your way into the bathroom. You could feel Taehyung’s eyes on your back as you shut the bathroom door.
You were obsessed with James Bond, and you knew that normally, after a successful mission he would always end up having sex with some pretty lady. Unfortunately for you, you didn’t plan on sleeping with Taehyung anytime soon.
As you got into the shower you thought back on how you felt when Jungkook was holding you so close. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach returning as you remembered the way your lips brushed against each other, as if they were meant for each other. He made your insides feel warm, a feeling you hadn’t felt in a very long time.
'Am I developing feelings for him?’ You shook your head at the thought.
'That’s just crazy talk, why would I even like him?’
You walked out of the bathroom with your robe on, Taehyung was already sleeping as you walked over to your bed. Just as you were about to lay down, you heard a light knock on the door.
Surprised, you went over to check who it was. You opened the door to Jungkook, standing with a dozen of roses. You weren’t sure how to react or what to respond with.
“Uh-Uhm…what are these for?”
“I still felt bad for earlier, so I decided to bring you these.” He held out the roses with both his hands.
Hesitantly, you took them from his grip, still perplexed, you gave him a confused look.
“Y/N I’ve been meaning to do this for a long time.” He suddenly pulled you to him. With the unexpected action, you had dropped the roses. Jungkook cupped your face as he looked deep into your eyes. Your hands were on his chest, you could feel his quick heartbeat under the palm of your hands.
There was something very off about him though. In all your years of being an agent, you could tell that Jungkook wasn’t in his normal state of mind.
Jungkook suddenly slumped over you. You could barely hold him up, his weight was crushing you under him. You saw the roses on the ground, still struggling to hold him up. There was a note among them.