Prompt, if the feeling takes you... road trip, car breaks down, somehow the conversation turns to death. As fluffy (it's possible!) or as angsty as you like, and about whoever's death you feel like.
Leaving or Waiting
Season 5 - Post Chinga || MSR || PG || tw: death
They’re too far back to hear the crunch of folding metal, too far away to help in any way other than by pulling half on to the central reservation to let the fire crew and the ambulance through. They’re too far away to know what has happened, but too close to escape and as the traffic builds behind them, ranks of cars leaning in to find out the ending, Mulder tunes the radio to a local news station.
They don’t talk, not even as people start to get out of the vehicles around them and turn to each other to try and comprehend the tragedy that has brought them together. Mulder methodically shells sunflower seeds into the cup holder and Scully stares straight ahead, the blankness of her expression masking her thoughts which dance from darkness to mundanity in the stillness.
Minutes pass and their car is an island of calm in a sea of people; they perfected the art of comfortable silences on a rural highway in New Jersey, back when chasing the Jersey Devil was the closest they’d gotten to running for their lives. Today though there’s a distortion to it, a sense that they are waiting for something significant to happen before they will speak, though neither of them had planned to say anything of importance when they’d got into the car.
It happens thirteen minutes after the traffic stops.
“It is with great sadness that we at KATC Radio must inform you that the driver and the passenger of the overturned car on route twelve have both been pronounced dead at the scene. The crash appears to have been accidental, most likely due to loss of control and there are no other casualties. Police have told us that the victims were an elderly couple, known in the local community, their loved ones have been informed. We’d like to express our deepest sympathy to all affected and will bring you regular updates on the efforts to clear the road for traf-’
Mulder slaps the radio off hard enough that the plastic cracks.
‘Because the state of the road is clearly the important thing here.’
Summary → In the presence of close friends & copious amounts of alcohol, your boyfriend Bucky grows jealous of your interactions with Tony Stark. Driven with envious rage, Bucky is a little too eager to remind you who you belong to. Smut ensues.
Word Count → 3.1K
Warnings → Cursing, unprotected sex (cap it before you tap it, kiddos), jealous/rough sex, exhibitionism? (Is that a thing?).
A/N → Sorry for being a little MIA lately! Here’s a smutty fic inspired by a dream I had, because angry, jealous sex is always hot. Also, shoot me an ask if you’d like to be tagged in future stories.
“Y/N, you look absolutely gorgeous.” Tony announced flirtatiously as he plopped down onto the leather sofa beside you. You snorted at the compliment, shaking your head with disbelief.
“Pfft, yeah right.” You argued, elbowing Tony’s side. He clutched the spot dramatically, feigning hurt.
Our Choices - Chapter 2 - Guilty Until Proven Innocent
OH MY GOODNESS, OKAY, so I am really humbled by the reaction the first chapter to this fic got!! I wasn’t going to post another chapter until tomorrow but I just couldn’t wait, so here you go! I’m really, really proud of this chapter even though it may be the darkest of this story. I know that right now this fic may seem a little choppy but I promise you, it all comes together. Once again, the gif isn’t mine (but good lord, how incredible is it?!).
Warnings: Not a happy chapter. Well…there’s a bit…but mostly this is full of angst and sadness and depression, no point pretending it’s not.
I highly recommend you listen to this ambience video in another tab while you read this chapter. I listened while I wrote this and boy does it set the mood!!
Azkaban Wizard Prison, Ward X (Highly Dangerous Inmates) September, 1986
3484-1031. 3484-1031. The number was burned in Sirius Black’s mind like the Dark Marks he’d seen etched in angry, swirling ink on so many inmates’ arms. The number was a sick form of identification, just as much a curse as the one that killed two of his best friends and nearly ended the short life of their child. Prisoner #3484-1031. He let his eyes flutter shut in the hopes that he’d never open them again, but this place had a funny way of keeping prisoners alive.
3…A wave of frostiness washed over Sirius’s thin body like a badly cast Disillusionment Charm, sending him into shivery convulsions for the umpteenth time. His body twitched, every bone burning with icy fire as his guards ghosted past the iron doors to his cell, which were crusty with rot and mold and frosted over like every inch of this godforsaken place seemed to be. 4…8…He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and let the thick substance coat his teeth, which he involuntarily bared at the ragged black cloak hovering in the corridor outside. 4. He wanted to feel something, anything besides the crushing darkness and the endless stab of guilt that came with knowing that, innocent though he was, it was his fault James and Lily were dead and Harry was orphaned. Peter, that bloody coward.
Sirius choked back a sob and then chose anger instead, gripping himself so tightly his sharp nails made little crescent moons of filth in his sallow skin and he thought at any moment he might shatter the bones that barely held his frail body together. He wished he would. 1031. October 31, the night he was caught and arrested. The night they died.
01. like a ghost that’s been missing its life, silent words in my mouth, yeah, they want to scream out / 02. oh I’m just a girl, my apologies, what I’ve become is so burdensome / 03. this is the only way I know myself, from here to here, and sometimes from here to here / 04. I’m not ready to make nice, I’m not ready to back down, I’m still mad as hell / 05. you don’t want me to look at you for you will turn to stone, you don’t want me to hurt you / 06. got my armor, and I got my gun, I told you not to call me hun / 07. you will know me by the scars I bear / 08. no one’s gonna save me, the damage has been done I’m righting all the wrongs, I’m relentless like you made me / 09. and it’s hard to dance with the devil on your back, so shake him off
Spring. Taisho Era Japan, 1920. There is a small percentage of the population that is born with mysterious, magical tattoos. When these people find each other, an inexplicable feeling runs down their spine and they somehow know the other person is just like them—especially if the tattoos have a pre-determined affinity to each other.
That is exactly how Kageyama, the young noble, and Hinata, the blacksmith’s son, met.
So, if anything could be considered fate, this was the closest thing to it.
“…a knife? Not a sword? Or a rifle?”
“I said I want a short knife,” Kageyama insisted, twirling a crème boater hat on his right index finger as he mulled over the flat display on the register counter. Though the storefront of Red Sun Blacksmith’s could use some work, especially the tattered noren dangling in the entrance and the crude, unfinished style to the wood of the interior, all those useless details were blown away by the magnificent craftsmanship of the weaponry. Deemed one of the best blacksmith shops in town, Red Sun made a wide assortment of weapons that ranged from simple daggers to intricately carved, golden-plated rifles. Every piece boasted maximum efficiency: katanas so sharp they could cut hair, guns that shot quick enough to match American imports. Plus they also had that extra touch of care and love for the trade. Oh, and of course, the prices were fair.
“I was just surprised,” muttered the blacksmith, hand rubbing the stubble on his chin as he watched Kageyama browse. “Most nobility like getting ridiculously elaborate swords and guns. But then again…you’re known to be quite the black sheep.”
Summary: Reader is
left shaken after a close call on a hunt, so John invites her back to
his hotel room for a drink.
and John get drunk. Suggested naughtiness.
Take the Edge Off
The ride back to the
motel was laden with a heavy silence as you fought to control the
trembling in your hands, staring as you willed them to finally still.
While close calls were something far from uncommon, they always left
you shaken, this one in particular as you tried in vain to block the
recent memories from resurfacing.
John watched you wearily
from the corner of his eye as he navigated the darkened and deserted
highway, reaching over to give your knee a light squeeze, causing you
to jump back to reality.
“Sorry” he grumbled
by way of apology, retracting his hand and keeping his gaze focused
on the highway.
“You doing okay?” he
asked after a pause, the amusement coming back into his voice as you
leaned your head back onto the headrest of the seat.
“I’m fine” you
muttered back, staring at the lining on the roof of the car above
John chuckled lightly,
“Sure you are, sweetheart.” His voice was light and while he
witnessed the near fatal incident, he was quick to dismiss it as you
were still alive and the threat was not.
I LOVE HALSEY AND THIS SONG IS BEYOND AMAZING! I seriously hope you like it, theres no smut but hopefully it isn’t a disappointment. I’m sorry I took so long to post something, I didn’t know how this one would end, but anyways enjoy!
His eyes are dark. Threaded, coded with an emotion that tightens your throat and dries your lips. Willow green eyes watch you wet them. His face is hard, rigid like the line of his back, spine steeled and shoulders squared. You’ve been driving along the desert edge for hours, watching the sun fade and the place you once called home become a speck of dust in the review mirror. With a pang of regret, you silently understand why you can’t go back. There’s a building that emerges from the horizon, growing with every breath. The construct rises like an appendage, red brown sand coating like skin. It reaches out with the miles, and the car pulls into its grasp, curling around its closed fists. The motel is dirty, caked with desert dust and heat haze. It glows with neon signs and setting sun, the light clings to the corners of marred surface, seeping into the cracks of skin to make it seem like it radiated from the inside out. You follow his long legs, watching the muscles of his broad back shift beneath stained cotton. The sun glides over his flesh, tracing the fine lines of his face and illuminating the grey in his green eyes. He looks white, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, he’s an angel, incandescent with wings of sun rays. He isn’t like the motel, his glow isn’t an illusion. It clings to his cracked skin like prayers from your lips. Salvation is what you asked for, and they sent him, neon light eyes and blood caked fingertips. You still can’t tell who answered you, God or the Devil.
Each night you sit and wait, sit and wait, sit and wait. It becomes an endless cycle of droopy eyelids and strong coffee; moving from the couch to the kitchen and into the bedroom. Yet, he does not come home. Does not text. Does not call. You do not even know if he’s dead or alive, if he’s ignoring you or just oblivious to your messages.
But you’re not allowed to have friends–which is the worst part. No one can visit in case of Yoongi coming home hot headed and covered in blood as he usually does. Except it’s been so long since you talked with anyone your own age. So you call up an old friend, someone Yoongi couldn’t possibly get mad at you for having over.
His name is Jeon Jeongguk and you’ve known him since long before he joined Yoongi’s gang. It took a lot to get him to come over, all begging and assuring that Yoongi was gone for the weekend. When he finally did, though, Jeongguk was annoyed and looked like he was ready to stab someone.
Author’s Note: This is a Herman Kozik imagine based off of In the Dark by 3 Doors Down as requested by a wonderful Nonny, and lucky imagine number five for Music Monday #2! ***WARNING*** that this imagine is pure smut. I don’t know if its good smut (as I’m still flexing those particular muscles) so let me know, and enjoy!
This is my work–originally posted to my old blog @callmemrskozik which is no longer in use. Just wanted to put it out there so people don’t fill up my inbox accusing me of plagiarism.
Whenever the lights go down That’s when she comes alive Ooh ooh Maybe it’s just something that you can only see in the light Ooh ooh A pretty little vixen dancing out on the scene But the lights are shining, so she’s keeping it clean Don’t get too close Boy, don’t touch her skin Or you’ll never feel the same way again
If everything you see is what you’re believing Then she’ll be holding your heart And by the time the sun goes down You won’t know who you are She likes to do it in the dark She likes to do it in the dark, oh
He watches the clock, counting down the minutes before he could call it a day and head home. He hadn’t heard from Ellie all day and part of him worried. Her mood has been off the last few days, ever since they lifted the lock down, and whenever he asks if something happened, or something was said, she paints a fake smile on her lips and changes the subject.
He knew she was struggling to adjust to the move, but a couple of months have passed and he had hoped that by now things would be running smoothly. She likes everyone, or so she says, and everyone likes her, at least to the best of his knowledge, so where the sudden disconnect has come from he doesn’t know.
“Kozik,” Juice calls out pulling him out of his thoughts and looking up he finds his friend smiling at him. “Did you hear a single word I just said?”
“No, sorry,” Kozik says rubbing a hand across the back of his neck.
“Hap and I are sticking around for a couple of drinks, maybe a few hands of poker, you in?” Juice asks and shaking his head Kozik gets to his feet and shrugs into his jacket.
“Nah, I’m going to head home, spend some time with Ellie,” he says drawing a laugh from Happy.
“Ya right, he’s just afraid to lose his money,” Happy says jokingly, “pussy.”
“Yep, you got me all figured out Hap,” he says clapping a hand onto his shoulder, “besides you should know I’m a black jack man. See you later.”
He pulls the helmet from his head, noticing that all the curtains in the house are drawn, but as he pulled in right beside Ellie’s car he knows she’s home. He shakes his keys loose from his pocket and upon unlocking the door and stepping inside he’s met with candlelight and music pouring loudly around him.
His stomach tightens as he slides his jacket and cut from his shoulders hanging them on the hook by the door, and following the lit path leading into the kitchen he stops short at the sight of Ellie swaying her hips at the kitchen sink.
The bass thrums in his blood as he steps towards her, and turning her head she smiles snapping the water off. She dries her hands quickly before laying them on his chest walking him backwards and straight into the waiting chair. She’s straddles him, arms linking around his neck so her hands sink into his hair. Her lips hover over his, her tongue coming out to trace his lips, and when he tries to kiss her she answers with a simple sound of disapproval as she pulls away.
“Not yet,” she whispers dropping a hand between them.
Whenever the darkness comes, she’ll have you right where she wants, ooh ooh Just when you think it’s all over It’s where it all starts It sounds like an angel is calling my name It might be the devil, but they all sound the same And all her moves won’t let you get away She’s gonna make your mind come with you to stay
If everything you see is what you’re believing Then she’ll be holding your heart And by the time the sun goes down You won’t know who you are She likes to do it in the dark She likes to do it in the dark, oh
She likes to do it in the dark Oh oh, oh oh Ooh ooh ooh
The need to maintain some sort of control in a life that feels like it’s spinning rapidly away from her runs so deep she’s afraid it’s going to swallow her whole, so she finds herself taking control in any way she can.
She’s always preferred the dark. It makes her feel powerful, she can be anyone she wants to be, do anything she wants to do. She can shed the skin of the outcast transfer from Tacoma, and be just his.
Now more than ever she needs to believe that, to chase away the harsh whispers of the crow eaters.
She pulls his shirt up and over his head letting it drop onto the kitchen floor before her hands start feasting on his skin, and leaning as far back as she can without falling off Kozik’s lap she loosens his belt, watching him. She knows he wants her, and the fact that he’s grown so hard without much provocation only spurs her on. Leaning forward she kisses him, opening just enough for him to get a taste before slipping from his lap so she can trail her lips torturously slow down his body before dipping her tongue below the waist band of his boxers to tease him.
His breath hisses between his teeth and she smiles looking up at him as she gives a gentle tug at his jeans and when he catches on he helps her divulge him of both jeans and boxers by lifting his hips.
“Just relax baby,” she whispers before taking him into her mouth and when the moan slips through his lips she smiles around him. His hands come up, fingers tangling in her hair, and because she knows she can she drives him to the brink, only to stop, pulling away from him. He groans head falling back as his chest heaves.
He lifts his head, the ache churning sharply in the pit of his stomach and when he watches her slowly undress his mouth grows dry.
He loves it when she’s like this.
Not to say that he doesn’t always love her. No matter what the mood, but when she sets this pace he knows he is in for the best form of torture known to man.
He watches mesmerized as she drops a hand to the apex of her thighs, fingers rubbing in slow circles over her clit, and when her head falls back her other hand comes up to caressing her own breasts. She’s knows exactly how to drive him crazy and because he knows he’s close to coming completely undone he grips the sides of the chair where he sits, knowing that if he grips himself, she’ll only postpone the next step, and he doesn’t want that.
When her thighs begin to shake he sits forward, grabbing her hand and pulling her against him. She gasps, breath tearing in and out of her lungs and with clouded eyes sliding open she smiles at him. Her legs coming to circle his waist again, only this time he feels every blessed thing thanks to being free from his jeans, and she hovers teasing him by letting him press gently at her entrance before pulling away and stroking herself up and down his length a few times, only to repeat the process, over and over again.
“What do you want baby?” she whispers against his lips, teeth nipping gently at the corners of his mouth.
“You,” the word is a ragged plea from his mouth, “Fuck Ellie…”
If everything you see is what you’re believing Then she’ll be holding your heart And by the time the sun goes down You won’t know who you are She is gonna make you think you were leading But she had you from the start And by the time the sun goes down You won’t know who you are She likes to do it in the dark She likes to do it in the dark She likes to do it in the dark, oh
His moans ripples through her as she opens to him, letting him fill her completely and shaking the hair off her shoulders she begins to ride. His hands grip her hips as she sets the pace, nice and slow, the friction of their movement driving her crazy as he strokes in and out of her.
Their eyes lock as her she laces her fingers together at the nape of his neck, and with the added leverage she’s able to piston her hips faster against him and then the orgasm rolls over her, stealing her breath. She rides it out, chasing after it, and when she pulses around him she grips his shoulders, eyes rolling closed at the heightened sensitivity.
“Koz,” she pants his name.
“Yeah baby,” he answers as his hands still push and pull her hips against him.
“Fuck me,” she says, the words barely have time to fully flow from her mouth before he has her lifted in the air and turning he lays her on the kitchen table, taking full and complete control.
She can’t help the little yelp of pleasure that slips from her lips when he flips her over so her stomach is pressed to the smooth wood, his hands tangling in her hair, and with a gentle tug he pulls her head up so he can kiss her, and with a smug smile he lands a resounding slap to her ass that draws a moan from her lips.
And when at last he empties himself inside of her, she knows without a doubt that she is his.
I think we live in a world, where we don’t feel ourselves anymore.
Instead we feel numb from all the social media, the technology.
The increasing influence from all over the world is slowly destroying our vibes.
They silence our inner voice and don’t let us hear our true self- cause of all the noise bombed at us, constantly.
Magazines telling us how to dress, how we should look, how to behave and how to lose 10 pounds in 1 week, or what men like about the female gender; slowly we are becoming ashamed of us. We slip into daydreams- which replace the actual living.
We are stuck in our head.
Forgetting how to breath properly.
We tense up.
We feel huge and uncomfortable in our own bodies, not enjoying ourselves anymore.
Suddenly we want to fit in, be part of this sick circus, playing a role- perfectly included into society.
Being different is not cool, won’t get you enough likes, will not satisfy the large mass.
It hurts them like a headache, if you are different-minded.
Because what we don’t understand, we hate.
It’s one of the first impulse chasing through us.
Empathy is something very rare these days- to get behind the actions, to see that everybody has its own struggles, their own drugs they have to juggle another day another struggle (yeah, I had to quote biggie smalls at this point).
We don’t have to understand every single move like- why some people shave, some don’t like it, or wear bras or don’t wear bras, there are people with anxiety who are afraid of crowds, hell even if you are a grown ass man and like your fingernails in the colour black, the list could go on and on.
I don’t have to agree or understand every single choice everybody makes- because it is not my f**king business.
I have my own life to celebrate.
We are all so much more than we show to the outside, our feelings and wishes, deepest fears burn deep inside all of us.
Isn’t it great to know there are millions and millions more people wishing, hoping and dreaming for a better world just like us?
We all bleed the same blood, cry the same hot, salty tears when we are hurt and scared.
We are all craving the love from another human being and want to explore the world like we want in its full beauty.
We are living on this planet, we should cherish this gift of our lives- finding our true self!
Not becoming machines, dressing all the same, thinking the same thoughts- being locked-in in some brainwash full of body shaming, self-hate and fake happiness.
Is it worth to be like everybody else, to get approval for not being who you really want to be?
I know looking yourself in the eye and dealing with the truth; finding your own good vibe is hard.
Its’ really hard, you maybe loose friends, friends who where you everything once; turning out to tie you down, don’t letting you fully grow; even your own family won’t always understand the choices you make. But everybody must experience different things on their path, we need those experiences, the heartbreak, the loneliness all the messy feelings to grow from them. I truly believe this. Everything you are going through will be worth it in the end. There may be crying, a lot of crying to wash out all this self-hate and shame, feeling hopeless and alone even your body feels kind of weird.
Just remember- finding yourself is a journey.
Journeys aren’t always easy, along the way there are storms and rain, wind lashing in your face, tearing you apart. Just to make you grow deeper- to wash away the dirt of your soul, rising from your own ashes like a phoenix.
Or how Florence Welch would sing “It’s hard to dance with the devil on your back- so shake him off”
LET IT GO; "You, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection” [LISTEN]
human - christina perri / i’m only human and I crash and I break down let it go - disney /let it go, let it go and i’ll rise like the break of dawn brave - sara bareilles / maybe one of these days you can let the light in, i want to see you be brave be still - the killers / when they knock you down don’t break character, you’ve got so much heart roar - katy perry / i went from zero, to my own hero. breakaway - kelly clarkson / i’ll spread my wings and i’ll learn how to fly i’ll do what it takes til’ i touch the sky who says - selena gomez/ who says, who says you’re not perfect? beautiful -christina aguilera / you are beautiful no matter what they say. Words can’t bring you down. born this way - lady gaga / don’t hide yourself in regret, just love yourself and you’re set perfect - pink / please don’t you ever, ever feel like you’re less than fucking perfect i am not a robot - marina and the diamonds/ you are not a robot, you’re lovable, so lovable but you’re just troubled shake it out - florence and the machine / and it’s hard to dance with a devil on your back so shake him off, its always darkest before the dawn
prompt:he’s everything you could ask for, and you’ve been with him for almost a year now, but that doesn’t compare to the three years he’s also been spending with her
It had almost been a year since you last saw him and a year was needed to get over the disappointment.
He had announced his and Jiyoung’s relationship a few months after, but never announced the engagement, as that wouldn’t look too good to the fans.
Also, he probably wanted to delay the wedding as much as possible and that was a good excuse.
You had finished your first year at Yonsei University and were already in your second, you had gotten a job at a local retail store and you spent most days taking bubble baths for long hours and spending time with your roommate.
You had begun to carry yourself a lot better recently, as you had more time to yourself.
You felt better on the inside, as well.
Now you could go out to the gym when you wanted to get those toned abs, or spend time with your friends for hours without end, and it felt good.
You changed your number the second week after the breakup, then moved in with one of your classmates to avoid him.
It worked, now the only time you saw him were in articles online.
“Are you done yet!?” You blinked hard as you snapped out of your thoughts.
It was your roommate, Nari.
You guys had a few days off of school because of snow, so, Nari decided it’d be the perfect opportunity to go try out a new club downtown.
You slipped on some tight light blue jeans, making sure they were the ones that really showed the thickness in your thighs and hips, then settled for a white furkini top.
Your hair was up in a knotted bun and you had just finished your full face of makeup.
Nari peeked into the room, face twisting into a grin as she looked at you, “Somebody went all out…”
“I haven’t been out in months.”
“I pray you find somebody in the club cute, so that outfit and your face don’t go to waste.”
“Even if I don’t, the cute selfies we take will be worth it.” You prick at loose string of hair falling from your bun.
“Ok, put on a jacket, though, it’s cold.”
You shut off the lights in the bathroom walking out to get your coat and put on your heels.
“I’ll be in the car.”
You nod as you hear the door click, before putting on your things and leaving as well.
You took a swing from the pink champagne bottle that Nari had ordered, switching between the table and going out to act out on the dancefloor.
Nari had gotten drunk way before you did and spent a lot of time flittering with the bartender to get some expensive bottles for a very, very discounted price.
You weren’t that drunk, but if your own mother was standing in front of you at this moment, you wouldn’t recognize her.
You were on the dance floor, dancing against anyone that was in your radius.
One person had taken a particular liking to you, pulling you away from the big crowd that surrounded you to a small corner to dance with you in a more private area.
Eventually you both got tired, so you settled for leaning into him against a wall.
He was whispering things in your ear, but you didn’t care about anything he had to say at this point.
You turned around, pulling him to your lips to get him to stop talking.
He eases in quickly, hooking both of his index fingers in two belt loops of your jeans.
He kisses down to your jawline, before moving his lips back up, pressing kisses all over your face (excluding your actual lips) and when he kisses your eyelids something in your mind tells you that something isn’t right.
This was supposed to be random one night stand… why was he being so…romantic with it?
You disregarded it though, laughing it off and pulling away, clutching onto the sides of his belt for support.
His lips were really soft.
“You can come to the hotel with me, if you want to.” He mumbles into your ear, you nod softly, letting go to go find Nari first.
You find her at the booth, drinking water bottles to sober up.
“I’m leaving~” You grab your coat.
“With who?” She looks over your shoulder quickly.
She had sobered up enough to be protective.
“With this guy….calm down, he’s harmless, I’ll be back home tomorrow morning.”
“If I call you at any time and you don’t answer your phone, I’m calling the police.”
“Ok.” You blow her a kiss before walking back to the guy from before, letting him drag you out the club from the back door.
You woke up with sore muscles (which you knew would happen) and a sore voice.
Your hangover hadn’t come because of how much water you had drank before going out, so you, at least, had escaped one pain.
You looked at the ceiling, noticing it was too fancy to be yours.
The bed was also way too big.
You stretch out your arms and sit up, letting the covers fall from your bare chest.
You hear a deep groan from beside you, so you turn back.
You both make eye contact before you almost scream.
He sits up quickly as well, staring back at you as you stare in disbelief.
You look around the trashed room, skin burning as you realize what just happened.
You get up from the covers, looking around for your thrown attire.
“I didn’t think I’d see you again.” He speaks quietly.
You whip your head violently in his direction, eyes squinted.
“I was hoping I’d never see you again.”
No sense of hurt pushes its way out of his stone-like face, as he’s probably immune to your blows by now.
But no emotion was showing from his face at all. Which was kind of scary.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“I don’t know what to say after not seeing you after so long.”
You have to look away from his intense gaze as it’s starting to make butterflies form in your stomach.
“So you’re still cheating on Jiyoung, I see…”
He shakes his head, “I’ve been faithful since you’ve been gone.”
“Guess I bring out the worst in you.”
“Maybe I like that.”
“You love it, that’s why you keep coming back.” You manage a grin on your face and he only offers a twitch at the left side of his lips.
“What’s up with you? I’m being nice and you won’t even react to that?”
“Hard to be happy when you’ve been miserable for so long.”
You resist rolling your eyes.
“You brought this on yourself.” You shrug, turning to the desk mirror, “I can’t be your embarrassment forever.”
“You were never an embarrassment.” He rests back on the bed, “I’m just too scared of what people think…and that’s my fault.”
“I miss you.” You whisper, staring at yourself in the mirror.
“I love you.” He says, a lot more loudly.
“I have to go.” You say as you see your phone light up with Nari’s name on the screen.
You put on your clothes, fixing your smudged makeup and applying perfume to make yourself more presentable.
“I’ll call you.” He says as you open the door.
You don’t question him, opting for a quiet “okay” before shutting the door and rushing to get home.
“You haven’t see it have you.”
You snort as you open the milk jug from the fridge, putting it in some eggs to make for breakfast.
“It’s not funny, and when I show you this, you have to promise not to freak out.”
She gives you her phone slowly, backing away as you finally look at the screen.
Korean idol spotted with mysterious foreign girl at nightclub
You almost drop the phone in that instant.
“There’s no way.” You mumble.
Nari stays silent, nibbling on her nails.
You scroll down, finding pictures of you and him pushed up against each other in that corner in the club.
The kisses planted on both of your faces were included in the pictures, but before you got to the comments, Nari snatched the phone from your hands.
“You shouldn’t read those.”
“Are they bad?”
“Not really, but they aren’t…good.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” “More people are mad at him…You know, since he’s basically cheating on Jiyoung… in public.”
You pull out your phone, groaning as you wish that you took his number instead of him taking yours.
But, he’s not that foolish, he knew if you took his number, you’d never call.
As if he was thinking the same thing, your phone lit up with a bunch random numbers, you answered instantly, hoping it was him.
“Did you see?” You ask before he even opens his mouth.
“No, but my manager just used some very colorful words when he spoke to me just a few minutes ago, so I figured it out.”
“H-has Jiyoung seen?”
You groan his name in anger.
“Can you have any sympathy for the girl?” You ask.
You hear a beep on his line.
“Speak of the devil, I’ll call you back.”
He hangs up that second, leaving you staring at his number in anger.
“He’s an asshole.” Nari mutters beside you.
“He’s not… he’s just…”
“Oh, don’t start, he doesn’t even care that you could be harmed because he wasn’t careful enough to cheat on his fiancée in a private place.”
“Nari, stop, he really isn’t as horrible as he seems.”
“You just love him, you don’t see.”
“That’s true, but I’ve known him for too long… he cares, it’s just hard for him to show it.”
He and his manager were sitting across from you in your apartment as Nari lurked in the kitchen, trying to stop herself from striking him on the spot.
“How do we get out of this one?” You ask.
“Frankly, he can’t, but you can.” His manager sighs, “No clear shots of your face, just your profile.”
“Dark skin, black hair, small waist, big hips…”
“Yah! Maybe if you weren’t so focused on all that, you’d see the cameras more clearly.” His manager lightly smacked the back of the boy’s head.
They both laughed.
For such a big scandal, they seemed to be taking it lightly.
“I’m not going to get into your relationship business, but if you continue to mess around, you’ll have to be a lot more careful.”
You awkwardly looked at the floor, feeling a little weird about his manager talking about your situation.
“How’s Jiyoung taking it?”
“She hasn’t spoken to me in a few days, she’s been with her parents for awhile.”
His manager stands, mumbling that he has a meeting to get to before leaving.
Nari goes off to her room, making sure to violently slam the door behind her.
“Come here.” He motions his fingers at you.
You walk over, taking the place of his manager.
He pulls your arm, making you straddle his lap.
You lean down into his neck, breathing in the Calvin Klein cologne he was wearing.
He was drawing circles on your back, humming some old R&B song in your ear.
“Do you think we’ll ever end up happy…together?” You mumble into his neck.
He nods, continuing his song, before pausing and staying silent for a few minutes.
He had spent the night (on the couch, of course, as Nari was not letting him in the room under any circumstances) and was still sleeping when you had fully woken up.
You had started breakfast, pulling out spices and food to cook for today.
Halfway into you setting up the food the apartment was shook by a violent knock on the door.
He woke up at the sound of it, rubbing his face and sparing a confused look as he turned to the door.
The knocking continued, so you moved to open the door.
“Hey,” He pushes you back by the end of your silk night dress, “It might be someone dangerous, let me answer it.”
You listened, allowing him to move around you and walk to the door.
He looks through the eyehole in the white door, trying to see who the aggravated stranger was.
He made a sound of astonishment, reluctantly opening the door to whoever it was.
It happened so fast.
One minute he was asking why they were here, next she was storming in in pure rage, charging towards you standing by the glass coffee table.
He shut the door loudly, grabbing her arm before she got too close.
Jiyoung was wiggling in his arms, kicking and shouting profanities left and right at you.
She was so loud that Nari rushed from her room to see the commotion, quickly understanding and running to stand protectively in front of you.
Nari worked out almost twice as much as you did, so if Jiyoung was smart, she wouldn’t lay a hand on you.
“What is wrong with her?” Nari mumbles to you.
“That’s his girlfriend…”
Nari stays silent, watching Jiyoung with criticizing eyes as she waits for her to calm down.
He was having no trouble holding Jiyoung back, as she really just looked like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum.
“Who let you in here?” You shout above her.
She doesn’t answer, calming down after she looks Nari in the eyes.
She yanks her arm lose, stomping over to you but halting when she notices Nari for a second time.
“What is wrong with you?” She starts to cry, “I thought we were friends.” “We were never friends Jiyoung, never, not the day I met you nor any day after that.”
“Why are you mad at her, anyways?” Nari sneers, you want to cover her mouth before she says something foolish, “He’s the one who cheated.” “Nari, stop.” You pull on her waist.
“No!” She shouts, “He’s been living the good life, having two girlfriends at the same time, you should be beating his ass, not hers.”
Nari was definitely getting her lingo from you.
“I’m his fiancée, she’s just his girlfriend.”
She was right.
“Ask him if he loves you.” Nari barks at Jiyoung.
Jiyoung’s face flattens for a second, but quickly goes back to it’s evil expression.
“Of course, he does, I don’t have to ask.”
“Or you don’t wanna ask because you don’t know his answer.”
Jiyoung turns to him quickly, eyes going doe-like as she stares at him.
You knew this would go two ways; he was often very blunt… he could hurt her feelings in a matter seconds… but he also had a soft spot for Jiyoung, you knew this, as it was the cause of many of your arguments… he could easily lie to her face to keep her (and his mother) happy.
But if he did that then he’d hurt you.
You had just decided to give him another chance, and he really didn’t want to mess up a second time.
He was choking up, staring at you over Nari’s shoulder as Jiyoung desperately tried to get him to look at her.
Nari is heaving, ready to explode if he says even one thing wrong.
He breaks eye contact from you, looking down at the floor with a blank expression.
“Jiyoung-ah….I love you.” He sighs loudly, “But not in that way.”
She drops her fisted arms by her side as she fully turns towards him, already beginning to tear up.
“I stopped being in love with you almost two years ago…We just stayed together because my parents liked you and my mom thought you’d be a good wife.”
“If you don’t love me, why has it taken this long to tell me?”
Her tone is surprisingly still a little arrogant.
“I’m not so much as a terrible person to break your heart… I thought I’d fall back in love with you, eventually…But then I met her…” His arm weakly extends to you. “I almost fell in love with her instantly when I saw her, but I was just, unfortunately, still with you.”
He closes his eyes, “Maybe if we never met, everything would be perfect.”
So he chose the first route; breaking her heart in a matter of seconds.
You could see how distraught she was at his final sentence, clenching on the ring that was now in her hand angrily.
“Well, what are we gonna tell our parents?” “I’ll tell my parents that I fell in love with someone else, and they’re just going to have to accept it.”
“But see, it isn’t that simple…what are you going to tell them about the baby?”
“The baby?” Nari shouts from the other side of the room.
“Am I?” Jiyoung stands tall, trying to intimidate him.
She turns to you, “Fine, have fun being the homewrecker you are, but he will never leave me for you.” She snarls, “We’re engaged, his parents love me, and I’m having his baby, and with these three things, I’ll be able to have everything you ever wanted.”
“She’s pregnant?” You speak to him for the first time in what feels like hours.
“She’s not,” He desperately shakes his head at you, “She can’t be.”
“Believe him if you want, but you know he can’t be trusted.” Jiyoung says, “He’s been lying to you for almost two years now, you think he’ll tell you the truth on anything else that would get in the way of you being his?”
Nari cowers from her protective stance, now sulking as she looks at you, “She’s right…”
You look him in the eyes, you see his inner torment but he stays silent as he tries to figure out what’s going through your head.
You step back from all of them, “I need to be by myself.”
You walk back into the room, ignoring the desperate calls of your name from behind before closing and locking the door, hoping they’ll all just leave you alone.
You hadn’t spoke to anyone but Nari in the last month after finding out the news.
Jiyoung was indeed very pregnant. She was almost five months now and she claimed that he was the father.
She already told both of their parents to spite him (so he wouldn’t be able to break up with her) and he was forced to watch from afar as his parents happily set up the baby shower and bought expensive gifts for a baby he wasn’t even sure was his.
He had been calling you nonstop everyday since the last day you spoke to him, and, unlike the last time you cut yourself off from him, he wasn’t stopping.
He was way too persistent, calling the same amount of times every day, around the same times and maybe paying a visit or two to the condo whenever he thought you’d gotten home from school.
Each time he came over Nari would come up with some lie; “She’s at the school library doing a project”, “The lecture she’s at is going over time”, “She went to the gym”, “She’s in class,” and the list went on.
He knew you were in there, but he didn’t want to bother you.
All the time he spent away from you gave him time to figure out a way to either; break up with Jiyoung and be with you or find out something Jiyoung wasn’t telling him to make her plan fall through.
He settled for the latter, as he didn’t have enough courage, yet, to stick up to his parents (especially his mother).
He went to every doctor’s appointments with Jiyoung and helped her with everything she needed while her stomach continued to get bigger and bigger.
This was almost the sixth time at the doctor’s, and he was acting as if he was paying attention, trying not to roll his eyes at Jiyoung’s happy expression.
After the doctor stopped speaking, he turned to him, “Doctor Kim, is it possible to get a paternity test before child birth?”
The question caused a deep silence in the room, only the ticking of the clock on the wall was heard as both the doctor and Jiyoung looked at him with flushed faces.
“Yes, if the mother’s in her 13th week and on, it is possible.”
“Could Jiyoung get one?”
“She is in her 15th week, I would say it’s possible, why?”
“I was wondering if she could take one, you know, just to be sure.”
“W-why would you accuse me of doing something like cheating on you?”
“I’m not, I just feel like it’s something that should be done… why are you so jittery about it? Something to hide?”
Jiyoung tries to relax as she notices how tense she’s become, “I’m not, and I don’t have anything to hide.”
“Then, doctor…?” They both turn to the flustered doctor.
Jiyoung does it reluctantly.
“We can schedule an appointment as early as the day after tomorrow.”
“I have a meeting that day.”
“Well, your baby is more important than a silly work conference, is it not?” He looked at her smugly, chin on his fist with a smirk on his face.
“She is,” Jiyoung clutches her stomach, “We’ll be here.”
“Great…” Dr. Kim tries to contain his confused expression but it slips as he starts to pack up the room.
Jiyoug tried to flash a smile, but when you looked her in the eyes you could clearly only see one emotion; fear.
who are you imagining the bias as?
i wanna know lmao
so the drama continues, watch out for part three soon
Summary: You weren’t supposed to be here anymore, you were supposed to be long gone, but for some reason you had gained an extra ten days on this earth and you weren’t going to waste them.
Author’s Note: This series is based of the Voltage game Ten Days With My Devil. The prologue will follow almost the same patterns as the prologue in the game did, but with a few major changes, and after the prologue the story line will go off on its own. I hope you enjoy!
The night was quiet, but your mind was loud. What did youngjae mean? you re-traced the words in your head over and over.
Not all of us are who we say we are.
It confused you beyond belief, what Youngjae said, to the point where you found it hard to sleep.You looked at the clock; 4:40 A.M.
Your throat felt dry, and you thought right now would be a good time to try and rummage through the kitchen to try to find something to drink, seeing as the boys shouldn’t be up this late.You rose from your bed slowly, rubbing your eyes as you sighed. You looked in the mirror, biting your lip as you took in your appearance.
I look like hell, you thought to yourself, i’m around a bunch of people and I let myself look like this? what’s wrong with me?
Shut up, you heard clearly in Jaebum’s voice, you’re thinking too loud.
You smiled to yourself, sighing as you went towards the door.
It’s weird that we can have conversations without the others kno- you began to think, but your thoughts were soon cut off. You jumped suddenly at the sight of Jaebum, waiting for you at the door with his hands shoved in his pockets, a sly smirk on his face. Clutching your heart softly, you shut your eyes.
“Don’t do that!” You whisper-yelled, hitting Jaebum’s chest softly while he chuckled lowly, shaking his head at you.
“Your stay is going to be fun,” he chuckled, “You’re easily scared. I’ll make sure to scare you more often.”
“How did you-“
“I can read minds, (Y/N). I heard you thinking about getting up and going downstairs to look for something to drink.”
“You’ve been waiting outside my door for that long? Just to scare me?” you asked, the smirk dancing on Jaebum’s lips the only answer you need as you pushed passed him, “Unbelievable.”
“It was worth it,” Jaebum hummed lowly, following you down the stairs as you turned into the kitchen.
You came face to face with Yugyeom looking at you with wide eyes, cheeks filled with the cheese sandwich that he was currently eating. He smiled at you softly, waving at you as you tried to hold in your laugh.
“You’re up too? Why?” you asked softly.
“Yugyeom doesn’t sleep much,” Jaebum noted, walking over to the cupboard and grabbing a mug, “He’s our night watcher.”
“You like the night?” you asked softly, crossing your arms over your chest as Yuygyeom swallowed the last bit of his sandwich, wiping the crumbs from the side of his mouth.
“Yup,” he hummed, “I feel more comfortable at night. I mean, I love the outdoors don’t get me wrong, but the temperature is always much cooler at night and I don’t like the heat.”
“You like tea, (Y/N)?” Jaebum asked, reaching for a second mug as he eyed you from over his shoulder.
“Yes, please,” you hummed, smiling at him softly before you looked back at Yugyeom. “So, what’s your power?”
“How do you know that we have powers?” Yugyeom asked, wide-eyed as he frantically looked at Jaebum.
“Am I not supposed to know…?” You asked softly, leaning against the counter behind you while Yugyeom threw out the remnants of his sandwich.
“I didn’t think it was obvious,” Yugyeom admitted, his bottom lip pouting out slightly as he shrugged. Jaebum slung his arm Yugyeom’s shoulders, his other hand going up to ruffle Yugyeoms hair.
“Our youngest here doesn’t have a power, or at least we haven’t found it out yet. He was recently turned into a demon. “
“What do you mean he was just ‘turned’ into a demon?” You asked, the tea kettle boiling as Jaebum chuckled.
“Not all demons are born demon,” Yugyeom said, taking a seat at a small table in the kitchen. You sat across from him, folding your legs as you sat in the chair. “Most are, but some are converted. You can be a human and become a demon, and you can even be an angel and become a demon, but that’s really hard to do,” Yugyeom shrugged, “there are more ways I suppose, but a lot of them aren’t really normal.”
“And you’re saying ‘being turned into a demon’ is a normal, everyday occurrence?” you laughed sarcastically.
“Actually,” Jaebum interjected, placing the mug in front of you before sitting down in the last available chair, “It is pretty common. Some people want to become demons. But there’s a difference between being a demon, and worshipping the Devil. They are two completely different realms.”
You sighed, placing your head in your hands as you squeezed your eyes shut, “I’m so confused.” you rubbed your hands over your face slowly, folding them together afterwards as you stared Yugyeom down. “So, how did you become a demon? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“It’s a long story,” Yugyeom sighed softly, “All you need to know now is that i’m the only demon in the realm who seems to not have powers.”
“We’ll find out your power somehow Yugyeom.” Jaebum hummed softly, rubbing Yugyeoms back.
“I’m sorry if I hit a sour spot,” you said apologetically, sipping your tea softly as you looked at Jaebum.
Don’t ask me, you heard, because i’m not telling you if he doesn’t.
“It’s fine,” Yugyeom smiled slightly, sighing as he stood, “I’m just going to head up to my room. Night, guys.” Yugyeom waved to both of you, a sad smile on his face as you watched him ascend up the stairs.
You and Jaebum locked eyes, sipping your tea simultaneously as he did, a slight smirk playing on both of your lips.
“So,” you said, placing your mug down as he continued to drink, “I’ve been thinking a lot about something Youngjae said. I’m sure you’ve heard me thinking about it.”
“Yes, I have.” Jaebum nodded, putting his tea down as well as he slowly stood, “But I can’t tell you much. It’s against our Code as a pack. I’m surprised Youngjae told you that much.” Jaebum walked over to the fridge, bending down slightly as he rummaged through it, “Then again, he’s always had a soft spot for the Toasties.”
You shuddered as that word came from his mouth. Closing your eyes, you let that word sink into your skin. The thoughts of this all being real, you being in a house filled with demons for the last ten days of your life. You rubbed your arms to rid them of the goosebumps that appeared for a moment.
“Speaking of which,” Jaebum said, taking out a small plate covered in plastic wrap, “You only have ten days. You can visit your sister, if you’d like, before she gives birth to her son. But you have to take Bambam with you.”
“What?” you groaned softly, “Why? He doesn’t like me very much.”
“Trust me,” Jaebum chuckled, placing the plate with what seemed like brownies in front of you, “he likes you more than you think. It’s just the fact that Jackson was angry at you, okay? That kid idolizes Jackson. Now why, I don’t know. But he does.”
You giggled slowly, shaking your head softly as you tapped your fingers across the table. “Okay. But I have one question for you.”
“Okay,” Jaebum nodded, sitting down at the table as his eyes bore into yours. “Shoot.”
“Around you,” you began, trying to find your words to explain your feelings, “I feel different things. It’s the same for all of the other boys. With you, it feels… strong. Heavy, maybe. Something I haven’t felt before. I feel that with you, Jackson, and Bambam. Around Yugyeom and Jinyoung, I feel…Nothing. It feels normal. Granted, I have worked with Jinyoung for around six months, but I just met Yugyeom,” You looked at Jaebum, his face as pale as a ghost as you continued to speak, “But then, with Youngjae and Mark, it feels… Light, I guess. Very gentle. I don’t know how to describe it necessarily, but it’s all so different. Maybe i’m just over-analyzing everything, but i can feel it.”
“You can feel our energy?” Jaebum asked, head cocking to the side as the cogs in his head worked.
There’s no way a mere mortal could feel our energy…. Jaebum thought to himself, eyes tracing over your face as you pondered his question.
“I mean, i guess,” you shrugged, “Is that a bad thing?”
“Hmmmm..”Jaebum tapped his finger on his chin, shrugging softly, “That’s weird. Sorry (Y/N), But I can’t help you there.” Jaebum smiled, getting up from his seat slowly before patting the table, “Eat as many brownies as you want, but i’m going to sleep. Night!”
And with that, he was gone. You groaned softly, running your hands through your hair as you looked at the brownies. “I don’t even want brownies.”
As the night went on, you found yourself back in your room. You couldn’t sleep a wink, the new surroundings so unfamiliar that it made you feel uneasy. During the night, you would hear the boys all get up and exit their rooms, just to come back again.
Soon daylight came, and you heard all of the boys exit their rooms. Rubbing your eyes and yawning softly, you stood up. Hoping Jaebum wouldn’t be standing there again to scare you, you opened the door slowly. Jackson’s head whipped towards you as you opened the door, his eyes instantly rolling away.
“Oh, the toastie is exiting her cave.”
“Don’t be so mean to her,” Youngjae yawned softly, walking over to you as you sighed, “She hasn’t done anything to you.”
“All of my hard work was basically erased because of her,” Jackson growled lowly, “Don’t tell me she hasn’t done anything.”
“I’m sorry,” you murmured, looking up at Jackson. “I really didn’t mean to be a bother. But my life is really precious to me. I just wanted to see my only nephew be born.”
“Yeah, whatever, “ Jackson folded his arms over his chest. “You better not put up another fight when your ten days are up, though.”
“I won’t,” you nodded, raising your hands up slowly as your heart sank. You only had ten days to live, and it scared you beyond belief.
“Hey,” Youngjae said, squeezing your shoulder softly, “don’t let him get to you. Come on, i’m sure Jinyoung has made breakfast already.”
You nodded softly, showing Youngjae a soft smile before being pulled down the stairs.
“Alright everyone,” Jinyoung sighed as you all filed into the small dining room that they had, “I made breakfast. But you can all serve yourselves.” keeping the spatula he had in his hand, he pointed at Jaebum and Jackson, “We all have a job to go on today. I was just notified.”
“Thanks, Jinyoung,” Jackson said, his voice going high-pitched as he batted his eyelashes. Youngjae laughed softly, his laugh very soft and calming, as his whole persona was to you. You sat down slowly, deciding to sit in between Youngjae and Jaebum; where you felt most comfortable. Right across from you was Mark, a man who seemed to be of few words.
Pulling your chair in closer to the table, you looked up; only to find a set of eyes staring you down. You jumped a bit, banging your knee against the table as you winced slightly, Jackson and Jaebum laughing at your pain as you bit your lip.
“Smooth one, (Y/N).” Jackson cackled, practically choking on his eggs as his eyes began to tear.
“That’s not funny!” You pout, sighing as you look up again. His eyes were still there, but they looked apologetic as they bore into yours. He knew it was his fault you banged your knee, and he felt bad for it. Pouting softly, he looked away, digging into the plate of eggs he had gathered for himself.
You smiled down at your plate, feeling a weird tinge in your stomach as you tapped your hands against your thighs. The pain in your knee was still evident, but you didn’t want to let it show.
As everyone ate, Yugyeom and Bambam chatted a bit; their conversation loud enough for everyone at the table to listen in on. You quietly excused yourself from the table, picking your plate up and carrying it into the kitchen to clean it off.
Jinyoung smiled at you as you walked in, already dressed for the day while you still sat in your pajamas.
“Here (Y/N),” Jinyoung hummed, taking your plate from you as he ran it under the sink, “it’s your last couple of days. You shouldn’t have to do a lot of work now, should you?”
“I guess..” you murmured softly, running your hands through your hair as you leaned against a counter. “I just.. can’t believe it. I can’t believe that I didn’t notice you this whole entire week. I knew you were being overly nice to me, Jinyoung-Shi.”
Jinyoung chuckled softly, shaking his head at you, “It’s our job to make sure the next person who is being…ya know..” He said, scooting around the actual words as he reached for a hand-towel, “to have the best week or so of their lives before it happens. With you, it was much easier, because I actually worked with you. I was able to find and memorize your likes and dislikes without you noticing.”
“How did you do that?” You asked, rubbing your knee softly, letting out a small groan. There was a bump there for sure, it was already swelling.
“That’s kind of like, my power I guess. I’m basically a fly on the wall. No one notices me until I make my presence known.”
You nodded softly, watching as Jinyoung came over to you slowly. You widened your eyes as he stood in front of you, his body heat radiating off of him and onto you as he reached above you. Placing the plate back on the shelf, he smiled at you.
“You’re getting flushed, (Y/N).” He chuckled, leaning his hands on the counter on either side of you.
“Jinyoung, get away from her,” You heard from behind you, a rush of warm air brushing against your cheeks as Mark walked past you two. Placing his plate in the sink, Mark took Jinyoungs arm slightly, pulling him away from you.
“I was just teasing,” Jinyoung chuckled, going back over to the sink, “Aren’t co-workers allowed to tease other co-workers?”
“Technically she isn’t your co-worker. She’s erased, remember?” Mark interjected. He looked at you softly, keeping his mouth closed as he nodded his head over to the livingroom. Without another word, he left the kitchen, making his way to the livingroom.
“See you later, ,” you hummed to Jinyoung, Patting his arm as you quickly made your way to the livingroom.
“Ye-“ you began, stepping in front of Mark. Without letting you finish, he pushed your shoulders down softly, his touch light like a feather as he made you sit on the couch. he crouched down in front of you, hands placed on his knees as he bit his lip. His eyes stared at your knee, watching the bump form under the red and irritated skin.
“Oh, yeah,” you chuckled softly, “i’m fine. You just scared me a little, that’s all.”
Mark looked up at you slowly, his eyes soft but still apologetic as he placed his hand on your knee. You felt him apply a little pressure, but instead of feeling pain like you thought you would, you felt…nothing.
Raising your eyebrow, you looked down slowly. Marks hand covered your knee entirely, his palm resting on it as his fingers pressed into the skin around it. For a second, you felt warmth rush to the skin he pressed on, before he took his hand away. When you looked at your knee, the redness had completely vanished; the bump nowhere to be seen, as if it had never happened.
“Wha-“ you began, but Mark placed his finger over your lips.
“Don’t tell the other boys I did that, okay? I’m not supposed to use my power much anymore.”
Nodding, you placed your hand on his wrist, only for him to snatch it away from you quickly. Redness rushing to his cheeks, Mark looked away.
“S-Sorry,” Mark murmured slowly, fingers twiddling together as his eyes darted around the room. It seemed like it had changed from before; now, instead of looking only at you, his eyes were looking everywhere except where you stood.
“It’s okay,” you smiled at Mark softly, his eyes finally settling on you as he did so. He offered you a small smile back, before turning around and sitting next to you on the couch.
“Hyuuunnnng!” You heard Yugyeom hum as he plopped down next to Mark, his head resting on his lap, “Can I have the remote, please?”
Request: Are you willing to do one with Lucifer? He is always so kind to reader even though she’s human and hunter. And they just fall in love. Fluff, please?
Request: Can you do an one shot thing where Lucifer and y/n get into guitar hero and do a vs match of The Devil Went Down to Georgia and much cockiness and fluff? Love your writing btw💕💕💞💞
Request: ITS FRIGGIN MONDAY AGAIN YISS! So today I got a head injury and was apparently lucky it wasn’t wasn’t any more serious. Could you please do a one shot where the reader has a head injury and loses her memories and lucifer does everything to help her remember, no matter how hard it is. Fluffy fluffy ending pwease
Switcheroo! is a series chronicling the
misadventures of a formerly pocket-sized you and the newly pocket-sized
members of Bangtan! (Read the prologue HERE.)
Disclaimer: Out of convenience, I will be referring to you, the reader, with feminine pronouns and the pseudonym 아미 aka ARMY. Feel free use the pseuds as a placeholder for your own name.
Word count: 1,845
“This can’t happening, no no no, I must be dreaming - this can’t be happening,” you repeat over and over as you squeeze your eyes shut and will yourself to wake up from whatever upside-down dream you’re currently in.
“Dude,” Hoseok laughs, turning to Namjoon. “I think she’s in shock.”
No kidding, you think.
After realizing that you were somehow normal-sized (you’re a Big, your brain supplies helpfully) and all seven of the boys were now pocket-sized, you’d blinked slowly, laid back in bed, and outright ignored any and all attempts by the newly-chibified Bangtan Boys to convince you this wasn’t just a crazy dream.
Because this had to be a dream.
There was no other logical explanation for the absurd scene unfolding before you: Taehyung sitting on your forehead, legs folded under him as he leans over and forces your eyelids open, Jungkook standing on the pillow by your ear and holding back your hair as he sings you a wake-up call, and a tiny shirtless Jimin hopping up and down on your tummy and yelling at you to get up.
There’s a gentle breeze rustling the long *your color preference* gown that you’re wearing, it’s tightly belted at the waist and an easy smile graces your lips as you think of the first time your husband had unlaced that same belt. You stare out at the azure mirror of the lake your home was banked on. The sky turning a dusty fuchsia as day turned to night. You could hear giggling down the hall and the pitter patter of young feet as they played fugitive to imaginary warriors. Your sons looked much like your husband; long, lithe bodies with Elven ears hidden behind cascades of fine winter blond hair….so different to the original images of your children you had held in your mind.
You sighed a contented sigh, your husband, a Prince of Alfheim, was away with his brothers and cousins, they had journeyed to be part of a peace building advisory council in a realm which had only recently achieved that peace.