A/N thanks for requesting part 2! Here it is ❤ I never actually mention in part 1 the girl’s name…
but she’s called mina in this
Baekhyun was so surprised at your swift departure that he
couldn’t utter a single word. It was too late, you’d already left, the library
door slamming behind you. Mina stood in front of Baekhyun, who was still
situated in the bean bag, icy eyes following you as you left. A smirk toyed at
Baekhyun suddenly felt different, unsure and slightly
nervous. The whole situation’s atmosphere had abruptly become intense, fierce,
sharp. Everything that was to unfold depended on Baekhyun, and him alone. Your
lack of presence meant you were no longer there to support him. He felt
slightly lonely, your exit affecting him more than it should.
Something felt far away inside him, distant. His connection
to Mina didn’t feel as clear, like someone had tampered with his carefully
thought out plan. He had looked at Mina before with a schoolboy crush, and
although now she stood in front of him, eyeing him up while he had full access,
it didn’t seem to bloom into anything more. If anything, Baekhyun felt a protective
barrier towards you, his friend, after her intimidation had led you to fleeing
Baekhyun shook his head slightly, as if trying to rid
himself from this new, foreign feeling. He finally had a chance with Mina, you
had gone through so much to get him this far. Baekhyun almost felt like he
couldn’t let your reluctant work go to waste, as if it would be letting you
down. I might as well try it out. Baekhyun
thought to himself. Maybe the unknown feelings would vanish then. Giving
himself an excuse to carry out the process he had planned, Baekhyun allowed
himself to connect with Mina for the night. Although a small voice in his mind warned
him this experiment wasn’t to end in the way he had originally thought.
You felt numb. You
regretted ever agreeing to the stupid idea. Obviously, it would only end up in
tears and a cracked heart. Refusing to allow yourself to witness the flirting
and the fall of your fake relationship, you’d escaped the library as fast as possible.
Now, you sat in your bed, wrapped up in covers with messily tied up hair and
black lines running down your face. You decided to watch crappy rom-coms on
your laptop as an attempt to divert your mind.
A couple of movies later, you heard a click at your door and
watched as Baekhyun let himself inside your room. His eyes found yours. He
stood in the door frame, leaning against it and stuffing his hands inside his
jacket pockets. A glance at the dark makeup sinisterly running from your eyes sent
a stab of guilt to Baekhyun’s stomach.
You pulled your laptop screen down, leaving only the
candlelight next to your bed as a source of light in the room. You noticed
Baekhyun’s hair was wet, it must have been raining outside. His lips looked
plump. You tried to stop images of Baekhyun and Mina flashing in your head,
building a brick wall in your mind.
“I’m sorry,” Baekhyun finally spoke. You didn’t reply, only
wiping a tear that was threatening to spill down your cheek. “I’m sorry for
being so blind about everything,”
Baekhyun said, staring at the ground. “I’m confused about how I feel and… It’s
all different. Everything is different.” He looked up to meet your gaze. You
nodded. “And I’ll be honest: things did happen with Mina.” But she needn’t know what
things happened, Baekhyun thought to himself. “I love our friendship,” he
paused,”the way it is, but there are definitely feelings I need time to fully
You still didn’t reply, only nodding. “Okay well… I guess I’ll
see you around.” Baekhyun lifted himself off from the doorway and turned
around. With one last look over his shoulder and a half-smile, he left.
You let yourself burst into tears again. He was being so confusing. Did he just mean he needs
time to fully come to terms with the fact that you loved him? Or did he feel
something too? None of it made sense. You tossed to your side and crawled into
a small ball, letting the arms of sleep carry you away.
Baekhyun walked home staring at the ground, thinking about
how that couldn’t have possibly gone any worse. Not a single word from you. He’d rather you’d screamed and shouted at him, demanding him to leave, than treat him with silence. He
was struggling to admit that getting to act as your boyfriend had opened doors
for him. His moments with Mina hadn’t come close to how he’d felt when you had
kissed him, and you two were acting
then. He couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel when it wasn’t a one-sided
love, when both of your emotions beamed as brightly as each other. While hoping
the new, unknown feelings would have disappeared while being with Mina,
Baekhyun discovered they had only grown stronger.
A few days had passed without a word from Baekhyun. No
messages, snaps, and you hadn’t even seen him around in person once. You felt
miserable. Even though you managed to get on with your work and attend
lectures when needed, you couldn’t help but feel broken inside. This was it, an
end to your relationship.
Hope had glimmered in you for the first couple of days, the
sun had shone radiantly while you’d waited expectantly for a call, a text,
Baekhyun to throw himself next to you on a bench as he often did. But you’d
ended up seated alone. You had masked a smile on and played pretend, acting your usual
self around your other friends. You’d never have thought that acting for one
evening with Baekhyun would have meant you’d need to carry it on for another
You despised yourself for agreeing to go along with his
silly game. He wasn’t even with Mina now as far as you knew, and you’d both
thrown away your valuable friendship for nothing. You wish you’d continued out
his apartment door, leaving him behind after announcing his idea was crazy. The
both of you would then have made up as you always do, and you’d be friends
again. You’d be fine with that, if it meant you’d have to live with a love that
brewed only inside you, then so be it. As long as he was in your life. You
damned that moment you turned on your heel and returned to Baekhyun, agreeing
to play the role of his girlfriend.
It was a Tuesday, all hope for rekindling your friendship
with Baekhyun was plummeting, and you were suffering alone as you made your way
home. As you twisted through the corridors to your room, you stopped suddenly
and pulled your earphones out. Baekhyun was sitting with his back leaning
against your door, his slim legs stretched out on top of one another on the
floor. In his hands lay a bouquet of flowers. He tilted his head up to see you
“Hey,” he greeted softly. Your lips parted in shock, rendering you speechless for a moment. He heaved himself up, sighing gently and came to
stand in front of you. He pressed the flowers into your hand, causing you to
lose your balance slightly and take a couple of steps backwards. Red, pink and
You couldn’t help but beam back at Baekhyun, before throwing
your arms round him into an embrace. Whether he was back as a friend or
boyfriend didn’t matter right now, you were just glad he was here. He nuzzled his face into your hair
and sighed. Maybe it was relief. You hadn’t shut him out; you couldn’t. And he
hadn’t either. You drew back, still beaming from ear to ear.
“Wow, being given flowers really does make someone’s day,” you declared.
“Yeah, I… I had some time. With my thoughts,” Baekhyun said.
“Okay,” you said quietly.
“I mean… I’m not sure how you feel, but I know that I do. I know for sure.” He rested a hand on your
cheek, looking as if he were struggling with what to say next. You eyed him expectantly.
Leaning in, he whispered, “can I?” You gave him the slightest nod, before he
pulled you forward so your lips met his. The plastic encasing the flowers
crinkled, pressed between the two of you, but all you could focus on was
Baekhyun. He moved softly against you, with more passion and sincerity than the
night in the library. It had been fierce, a battle between love, friendship and
jealousy, but now you purely shared adoration towards each other.
86 (because nico flirting would be great) and 43 on that prompt list (or if you've done them, please direct me to them)
This is number 43. I’ll try to write the other one as soon as possible.
‘Would you just ask me already?’, Will asks, his voice amused but sweet. The way he usually talks to Nico, a smile lighting up his face.
Nico is playing with his fingers, looking down at the ground. He’s trying to suppress the small smile matching Will’s by biting his lip. ‘You know I’m new at this, Solace. So shut up and let me talk.’
Will mimics locking his mouth and throws the key over his shoulder. He holds up his hands and motions for Nico to go on. He knows what Nico is trying to ask. Camp Half-Blood has organized a special firework show to ask out that special someone to have the most special night with.
Nico and Will are friends. They’re a little more than that actually, they’re – Will doesn’t know what they are. They’ve been friends for months now. After the war against Gaea, Will had slowly gotten Nico to open up to him, even if it was just a little bit, one thing at a time. But he’s always liked the son of Hades. From the moment he snapped at Will for wearing black with his blond hair while he was still wearing a Hawaiian shirt, so. He hadn’t done anything about it until he was absolutely certain Nico was ready for that, whatever it was Will wanted to do. So about two weeks ago Will had confessed his feeling, blushing and insecure the whole time and Nico had been surprisingly quiet until he said he felt the same way. They’d gone to the bonfire afterwards like always and they didn’t act different. Maybe they sat a little closer than necessary and maybe Will accidentally put his hand over Nico’s next to them, but for the most part they simply acted the way they always did. They haven’t kissed yet or anything, Will is almost absolutely certain Nico doesn’t want to rush into that, so he waits until Nico’s the one to initiate it. Though he really wants to.
And now Nico is standing in front of him, trying to ask him to come to the special firework show as his special someone to have the most special night with and he looks strangely nervous, as if Will would ever say anything but yes to that. As if he hasn’t been thinking of doing the same thing since he heard about it.
‘So, you know the firework show’, Nico continues. 'I was wondering if you wanted to go with me. As my 'special someone’. Or my boyfriend or whatever.’ The last part he mumbles so quietly Will barely hears it, and blushes fiercely.
'I would love to go as your boyfriend.’ Will answers and he can’t stop smiling at the flushed look on the other boy’s face.
That answer clearly makes Nico happy because he visibly relaxes and lets the smile take over his face. Will could do nothing but look at that smile for the rest of his life and not feel like he wasted a single second of it.
'You’re so cute!’ He can’t help himself. It was bound to spill out anyway, might as well be now.
'Don’t call me cute, Solace. It’s bad enough you’re going to call me your boyfriend all the time now.’
'Well you are my boyfriend. My very cute boyfriend.’
Nico rolls his eyes, but he can’t exactly hide the blush tainting his cheeks.
'And, you know, you don’t have to be so nervous next time. You know I’ll always say yes.’
Nico shrugs. 'I’m just not sure how to do all these things yet. It used to be a whole lot different.’
'You’re doing great, believe me.’ He gets a relieved smile for that. 'Can I hold your hand?’ Now he’s the one being nervous, not sure of where Nico’s boundaries are, not sure what he’s comfortable expressing to the rest of camp yet.
Nico doesn’t answer verbally, but instead links his fingers through Will’s and smiles up at him. 'Come on. We don’t want to miss the fireworks.’
Hope you liked it! The other one should be done sooner that this one was, because my Wifi’s back, finally!
Love is friendship set on fire (Alec Lightwood Imagine)
Pairing:Alec x Reader
Request: could you do an Alec lightwood imagine where he has been best friends
with the reader and has feeings for her but since he’s Alec he doesn’t
know how to deal with it so the gang steps in and gets them together
Summery: ‘’You need to apologize and then tell her how you feel.
This has been going on for years and you’re lucky enough to really…love
someone. Don’t let it go to waste.’’ Jace’s voice was quite but the serious look on his face told Alec that he meant it. It wasn’t like Alec didn’t know. But he just COULDN’T. What if he lost her with his confession? He’d rather have her as a friend than have her not at all.
Or where Alec is in love with his best friend. And Alec being Alec, things go wrong and the gangs steps in to help.
Hello lovely people of the internet! This is a requested Alec Imagine. Hope you like it. Happy Reading !Also sorry for any mistakes,
English isn’t my first language lol. Keep the requests coming e.g (x) , fandoms I write about (x), my ask box (x), my collection of stories (x) and
The first three things that
Clary Fray had had noticed when she had spent a few days with Jace and the
Lightwood siblings was the following: First, Alec Lightwood was way too uptight
and serious. Second, the parabatai bond between him and Jace was crazily intimate.
And third, Alec Lightwood was head over heels in love with Y/N. Clary had met
his best friend during one of their training sessions. Y/N was really pretty
and according to Isabelle a really fierce shadowhunter. That wasn’t something
you necessarily could tell looking at her. She seemed soft and really kind ,
the first time she had met Clary she had hugged her and made her feel more
welcomed than Alec every had in those two weeks he had known her. So when Jace
told her that Y/N was Alec’s best friend she had been shocked. Where he was
reserved and serious , Y/N was open and carefree.
It had been a Friday night when Clary had watched those two train. She was
amazed at how elegant but also cool Y/N looked trying to beat Alec, and how his
chest heaved from exhaustion. It was the moment that Y/N had Alec pinned down
on the floor ,laughing and helping Alec up that Clary saw the look in Alec’s
eyes as he watched her walking over to her water bottle to take a sip. The
smile that had formed on his lips reminded her at how Luke looked at her
‘’You’re following her like
a love sick puppy, Alec!’’
Isabelle faced her brother noticing contentedly how Jace nodded in agreement.
‘’ Mom knows, Hodge knows, everyone does ! Even Max asked me when you two will
finally marry.’’, Izzy supported her argument crossing her arms in front of
‘’Except for Y/N.’’, Jace chuckled while playing with Clary’s hair.
‘’Well that’s entirely his fault ! How is she supposed to know? I heard you
argue last week and you said some things that must have really hurt her, do you
Alec stood awkwardly in the middle of the room wishing this conversation didn’t
‘’She almost got herself killed, Izzy!’’, Alec said annoyed, feeling his anger
rising just thinking of how carelessly Y/N had played with her life . He knew
that he shouldn’t have yelled at her, saying the things he said. The moment he
had realized that she was holding back tears he had felt incredible guilty and
sorry. But the sheer horror he had felt when he had gotten told that the
healing rune almost hadn’t worked on her and that she had been on the brick of
death made him feel incredible hopeless and petrified. The thought of losing
her made him go mad and he had been so furious with her for taking her life so
insignificant. Even though she and Jace were the most important people in his
life. He wouldn’t be able to live without them.
Since that day Y/N had tried to ignore him, clearly hurt by his actions. And
Alec was suffering.
‘’I lashed out, I know! But-‘’
‘’The thought of losing her makes you go crazy. We know. ‘’,Izzy said softly.
‘’But I believe Y/N didn’t understand why you acted like that.’’
Silence filled the room.
‘’You do know she feels the same way, right?’’, Simon spoke up.
Alec rolled his eyes feeling his heart speed up at the mere thought that Y/N
could actually feel the same about him. But he doubted it. He would
always be the best friend and nothing more. Exactly like that mundane.
‘’Trust me she does. I know how…I can tell.’’, Simon added with a short look to
‘’You have to tell her.’’,Jace said seriously.
‘’You need to apologize and then tell her how you feel. This has been going on
for years and you’re lucky enough to really…love someone. Don’t let it go to
Jace’s voice was quite but the serious look on his face told Alec that he meant
It wasn’t like Alec didn’t know.
But he just couldn’t. What if he lost her with his confession? He’d
rather have her as a friend than have her not at all.
‘’I have things to do.’’
Isabelle watched her brother go, asking herself how her intelligent brother
could be so dumb when it came to feelings.
Jace bit his lips, slowly grinning.
‘’I might have an idea.’’
You haven’t been feeling
too well since last week. Your body still had to heal and the fact that you
weren’t on speaking terms with Alec was a burden. When he had yelled accusing
you of not taking your job seriously and not being thankful for the opportunity
you had been provided with really had hurt you deeply. You had grown up without
parents, the Lightwood family had always been something like a home to you.
Being reminded of how you didn’t belong anywhere by Alec left a bitter
aftertaste. You haven’t felt so alone in a long time.
You knew you should be probably talking to Alec, sorting out your issues. But
the fact that he didn’t come to see you to ask for how you were doing really
really hurt. Like he didn’t even care.
Even though all you really wanted was to be hold by him . Hold than more than just
his best friend.
You hadn’t left your room in days, laying in bed all ay and snuggling with
pillows while watching crappy comedies on TV. When your door opened you didn’t
expect Max Lightwood to sneak into your room, hopping on your bed grinning.
‘’Max!’’ You laughed, raising an eyebrow. Max was almost like a brother to you,
you loved to visit him every time you were in Idris.
‘’I’ve been told to check your injury, Y/N. And I heard you have chocolate ?’’
His cheeky grin was disarming.
‘’Well, Dr.Max I do, indeed. ‘’
He nodded seriously instructing you to let him take a look at your wound.
You sat up, wearing a short nike shorts, lifting your shirt up a little bit for
Max to see the sword wound. It wasn’t too bad anymore, otherwise you would have
never shown it to Max.
Said newly doctor nodded stating that it looked okay before asking for a piece
of chocolate. You gave it to him before you both snuggled up in the bed
watching Spong Bob.
10 minutes later he excused himself because he had something ‘important’ to do.
You turned off the TV before you got up to prepare for a shower.
When Max entered the
training room where the gang was gathered he tried to look all throughout and
‘’What’s up Max?’’,Jace spoke up.
‘’Why you’re looking so down ?’’
Alec wanted to crouch down but froze on the spot when he heard ‘’ I went to
check on Y/N.’’
He went to do what?
‘’Oh how’s she doing? I planned on doing a beauty evening with her tomorrow.’’,
Izzy said trying to hide her face because she was simply really bad at lying to
her brother. Max on the contrary was a professional.
‘’Oh I don’t think that’s a good idea. She doesn’t look too good.’’
Alec frowned focusing on Max.
‘’What do you mean?’’
Mac grinned inwardly congratulating himself for being such a good decoy.
‘’ She’s really pale and I think… her wound might me infected or anything.
She’s reaaaaaaaly weak.’’
Alec didn’t notice Jace cracking up in the background.
It only took Alec two seconds to exit the training room and walk up the floor
to Y/N’s room. Without knocking he entered, realizing she was missing. Her bed
looked used so she had to be there. When he realized that the bathroom door was
closed he started to panic.
‘’Y/N? You’re alright?’’
You heard his voice through the door , letting out a small scream because you
were so indulged into the music coming through your headphones while you
prepared everything for a shower that he startled you.
Suddenly your bathroom lacked a door and Alec’s hands cradled your face.
‘’What happened?’’ His pupils were dilated while he scanned your face.
‘’What happened to you?’’, you replied confused.
‘’Why did you break down my door?’’
Alec thought you were downplaying your injury so he picked you up around the
hips and sat you down on the counter.
He didn’t even hesitate to try to lift up your shirt but getting stopped by
‘’Alec ! What the hell are you doing?’’
You kept a hold of his hand demanding an explanation.
‘’Show me your wound, love!’’, he growled frustrated with how easily you
treated your injury . Again.
‘’Alexander Gideon Lightwood!’’
Using his whole name always worked. He growled at you making you laugh at the
‘’Would you be so kind to explain why you’re trying to undress me?’’
A raised eyebrow.
And a flustered Alec.
‘’I’m not…Max said you were doing bad.’’
You frowned shaking your head.
‘’What? He saw the wound himself and ate chocolate with me. Why would he…?’’
Alec was so blind by worry that he didn’t count 1 and 1 together.
‘’Y/N show me the wound!’’
You sighed, rolling your eyes and lifting up your shirt.
‘’Why didn’t you tell me you were doing bad? I would ha-Ow.’’
He squinted, the worry replaced by confusion. It was looking alright.
‘’You don’t care, remember?’’
You simply said making an attempt to hop off the counter but Alec’s arms were
holding you firmly into place.
Alec knew Max had played him a trick but right now he had to focus on something
way more important. He didn’t care ?
‘’What have you said?’’, he said quietly looking hurt.
The bathroom was only lit by candles since you hated to shower in full light.
‘’I said you didn’t care.’’ You crossed your arms as you answerer defiantly ,
meeting his gaze. How dare he come breaking down your door acting all concerned
when he forgot about you?
‘’What, by the angels, makes you think I don’t care how you’re doing?’’
Disbelieve echoed in his voice. His closeness and your hurt feelings were
causing to pool tears behind your eyes.
You tried to advert your eyes, tried to get yourself together.
‘’Look at me.’’, Alec said softly watching you shake your head ‘no’.
He crouched down a little to meet your eyes, keeping them captive. Seeing the
wetness behind your eyes he realized that he truthfully fucked up.
‘’Don’t you dare think for a minute that I don’t care about you. Do you have
any idea how worries I was, and still am?’’
‘’Yeah sure that’s why you came to see me the last days. And why you had to
remind me that I have no home.’’
You bit your lip, blinking ,trying not to cry. In the silence that followed you
would have been able to hear a needle drop.
Alec had no idea where to start, your whole statement was bullshit.
‘’I’m sorry, Y/N. Okay? I freaked out when I got told that you might not make
it. That I might lose you. And when you woke up you acted like it was no big
deal, like your life didn’t matter and it got me so furious. I was so fucking
scared of losing you , I knew you were reckless, but you played with your life.
Do you have any idea what you would do to me if you died?’’, he swallowed.
‘’I was blinded by my anger and my fear and I said things I don’t mean.
Afterwards I felt so guilty and you clearly showed you that you didn’t want to
He softly rubbed over your wet cheeks.
‘’I know I hurt you and I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just…’’, he sighed
deeply, holding his breath.
‘’I love you, Y/N. I have for a really long time and the thought of you not
caring about yourself even thought you are the world to me kills me. And you
have a home. You always had and you always will. Here. With us. With my family.
With me. You’re my home Y/N.’’
You lifted your eyes up to his, facing him disbelieving.
Did she say he loved you?
‘’Say it again.’’, you breathed not quite believing what you’ve heard. You
surely must have misheard him.
‘’I’m your home.’’, he repeated.
‘’No not that, that before.’’
Alec furrowed his brows, looking at you intensely.
‘’I love you Y/N. I’m not good at this. Feeling what I’m feeling, relationships
, falling in love with my best friend. Killing demons is so much easier than
risking our friendship by confessing this.’’
You couldn’t help but to sniffle, making Alec laugh
‘’I know that you’re not feeling the same and it’s okay I ju-‘’
You interrupted him by diving forwards and pressing your lips against his.
More doing, less talking.
The moment your lips met you felt everything click into place. This is what you
were born to do. Loving him. You belonged right here.
Alec buried his hands in your hair , shortly taken by surprise but quickly
realizing that he was kissing you.
He deepened the kiss, pulling away to let you breathe.
‘’I love you.’’,you said honestly with a small smile.
‘’For so long. But I was always just your best friend.’’
Alec smiled that smile that mad his blue eyes light up and left you breathless.
‘’You’re still my best friend. I just get to kiss you now.’’
Said and done.
It was half past 11 when
Jace tried to catch a look through the little opened gap of your door. When he
realized the two people in the room were asleep he dared to open it a little
Izzy smiled when she saw you snuggled up in Alec’s arms, his face buried in
your hair. ‘’Max deserves a medal.’’
Last night I had cramps so bad I wanted to carve out my insides with a mechanical pencil so I wanted to know how you think Curly and Tim would deal with Angel if she came to them complaining about stomach pain during Hell Week.
“Tim,” Angela drawls, lazily dragging her eyes away from the TV and toward her oldest brother as soon as he walks into the house. She’s curled up on his recliner, nestled underneath a blanket with her arms crossed protectively over her lower stomach.
“I need you to go to the store.”
“Yeah? Well I need you out of my chair.” Tim replies, completely ignoring her request as he saunters into the kitchen. Angela hears a bottle being popped open, and a few seconds later Tim returns to the den with a beer clutched loosely in his hand.
He comes to a stop in front of Angela, and his eyebrows furrow together in confusion as soon as he’s met with his sister’s bare face. It’s rare that Angela doesn’t have makeup on, she took an interest in it as soon as she hit her teen years and has since refused to leave the house without it.
Which, now that he thinks about it, it was even weirder that she hadn’t left the house.
Maybe he should be worried, because, really, she looks horrible. Her curled up position makes her look weak and vulnerable, something that Angela certainly is not, so he decides to bite.
He sighs deeply, not really sure he wants to open this door, and sits on the edge of the coffee table. The old wood creaks under his weight, and he certainly wouldn’t be surprised if it crashed at any minute, which just gives him an excuse to make this conversation quick.
“Alright,” He starts, eyeing her warily, “What’s got you looking like shit?”
“My friend is a military man and his family owns a house in a rural area in the Philippines (Nueva Ecija, to be exact) . I believe it was some sort of family inheritance. Anyway, the area around the house had been subject to treasure hunters looking for Yamashita’s gold. They decided to put a stop to the digging by going there themselves to address the issue and also have a vacation at the same time. Their whole family went, from his dad who is also from the military, to his mom and his two sisters.
When they got there, their neighbors advised them to make sure that they get inside their house by 5 pm without offering any explanation. They found that piece of advice quite odd but they did so anyway, in case it had something to do with the local wildlife. They stayed in their respective rooms that night but they didn’t get much rest because of the strange things that they saw.
My friend was getting ready for bed when he noticed that outside the window, across the field near their neighbor’s property, there was a big dog-like creature. He went to the window to get a better look and he saw this beast was beside the neighbor’s Volkswagen Beetle. What took him aback was that this “dog” was as big as the car. Then something else caught his eye, a large head sticking out above a line of coconut trees being illuminated by the moonlight, staring right at him (possibly a kapre). He quickly closed the windows and decided stay in bed, not knowing if he was seeing things or not.
That same night, his sisters had been hanging out in the dining area when they saw a curtain floating around. At first, they thought it was just the wind blowing it around so they ignored it. After a few moments, they realized that there was no wind, with the windows all closed and nary a slight breeze. They freaked out and ran to their rooms, hiding under their sheets for the entire night.
His parents weren’t spared from this freak show as well. In their room was an antique closet with nothing in it. At random times during the night, it would swing wide open, making quite some noise and after a while, it would slam shut. They were sleepy and tired from the day so they just let this be, thinking it might have been the wind.
The next morning, they recounted their experiences and decided that for the next night, they’ll all stay in the living room together, figuring that they’ll be safer that way. They wanted to stay since it was a long trip going to their rural house and it felt like a waste if they didn’t maximize the visit.
That night, as planned, they slept in the living room. My friend’s slumber was interrupted by the sound of heavy breathing and hot air blowing in his face. He opened his eyes and his heart skipped a beat after seeing an enormous black mass with red eyes, floating above and staring straight back at him. He immediately closed his eyes and tried to grab his gun but it was just out of reach. He tried to nudge his dad awake who was beside him to no avail. He finally decided to whisper to him, ‘Pa, there’s something on top of us.’ His father then replied in a very annoyed yet freaked out tone, ‘I know. Just shut your eyes and go to sleep.’
They immediately left at the first sign of light. Their week-long vacation reduced to two days. Also, it just so happens that their house is right beside a cemetery.
My friend is a very straightforward guy so coming from him, I tend to believe this story. The only thing he wonders about is not being able to attempt a shot at the floating black thing but he says he doesn’t want to repeat that again. I just asked him to refresh my memory about that story and his hairs were on end, goosebumps everywhere.”
Lily squirmed in the dress she had been “encouraged” into.
The rich maroon satin creased under her palms as the thick golden earrings
clinked against golden caps that crimped the ends of each thick braid that ran
over her head. She had been dressed to match them all. Cullen was trapped
between her and his wife, Grace’s hand firmly holding him in place, his
youngest, Adelaide, wide-eyed and blinking at all the colors that swarmed the
ballroom. Only one word summed up his collective ire:
Josephine had let them know in her way that it would be very
detrimental to not attend this ball. Grace had nearly had a panic attack when
she had learned, causing all manners of worry for the baby she currently was
carrying. Halamshiral was not a place of pleasant memories for any of them.
One of the attendants ushered them forwards, his hawk like
mask garish in the light. The doors peeled open and a loud imperialistic voice
“Bann Rutherford, and his wife, the Lady Grace Rutherford,
Hero of Thedas. Accompanied by their two children, Lily and Adelaide
They walked forwards, Grace’s face flinching imperceptibly
as they entered the ballroom. Cullen squeezed her hand tightly, leading her
through the tiled hall and up the stairs, where he bowed low to the Empress.
Grace curtsied carefully, and Lily followed in kind, her head bending low.
Celene smiled gently, nodding at Grace and Cullen, and then addressing Lily
“It has been a long time since we have seen you, mon
petite,” she said quietly. Lily’s back stiffened. The Game had begun.
“Halamshiral is as though I never left, your Majesty. Truly
it is as eternal as the stars in the sky, and just as beautiful.”
Another small, scheming smile.
“Your mother has taught you well. If I may be so bold, I
would like to introduce you to my nephew, Alphonse,” Celene said, gesturing
languidly to the side. A young man took three large steps to her side, bowing
low towards Lily. Celene beckoned her closer.
“Papa?” Lily whispered, frozen in place. Cullen frowned.
Grace smiled pleasantly and started to guide Lily up the stairs towards the
Empress and her nephew. Cullen frowned more.
There were pleasantries exchanged, and Lily’s tinkling but
forced laugh rang over the ballroom. As the pair walked off, she looked
backwards, her face a mask of disbelief and a silent plea: get me out of here.
Song after song played and he was unable to get to her.
Lords and Ladies demanded his attention, and just as Lily seemed like she was
about to slip away, her paramour would swing her into the dance once again, his
faltering steps a far cry from her fast-paced, sweeping ones. She was far more
at home at court than he was, and she was hating every moment of it.
Grace had settled into a seat, and patted his arm gently, a
silent act of permission to leave her side. A duchess settled next to her and
started drilling her with questions, which she smiled and answered effortlessly,
a sly wink in his direction letting him know her approval.
They had timed it well, the dignified rescue of their
daughter. As the music wound down into a slow waltz, Cullen tapped the youth on
the shoulder. Lily smiled widely at him.
“May I cut in?”
Alphonse stiffened. “And who might you be, Serah?”
Cullen chuckled low, shaking his head. “I would be her
father. Now, may I cut in, Serah?”
Alphonse paled, his hand shaking as he stepped away with a
quick bow. Cullen moved into the space, spinning his daughter over the floor
effortlessly, the Lady Dowager Trevelyan’s lessons not going to waste as they
moved through the gentle, consistent steps of the waltz.
“Thank the Maker. I thought I would have to lead him into a
corner and kill him,” Lily whispered, making a face in Alphonse’s direction.
“Please don’t murder the nephew of the Empress, Lily. We
want to stay on good terms with the court,” he said, fighting the laughter that
threatened to bubble up. She shrugged
and spun around silently, catching the swinging skirt with her hand and tugging
it out of his way at the last second.
“He would be asking for it.”
“Still,” Cullen whispered, lifting her into the air and
turning around once, setting her down delicately, “best not open that can of
Lily bowed low and smiled as the song ended. “Uncle Dorian
would call the night a bore.”
Cullen laughed out loud this time, leading Lily off the ballroom
floor towards her mother and little sister. “Boring would be perfectly fine
1. The umbrella, when it rains - As much as I think Mahiru is more prepared for when it rains, I like the image of Sakuya being the one to hold the umbrella. And also, him as the kind of guy that lets the umbrella cover more of his s/o, not caring if he gets a little (or a lot) wet. Besides, he probably doesn’t catch colds, being what he is. So him lowkey (ha) being a worrywart where Mahiru and his mortality are concerned is something I think possible. 2. The popcorn at the cinema - Mahiru. If he lets Sakuya hold it, it’s probably going to disappear before the opening credits finish. “Wow, they sure don’t give you much these days! … Now, how much of that was a lie~?” 3. The baby, when it cries - Mahiru, immediately on alert. Checking to make sure the little one’s okay, doesn’t need anything, etc. Then Sakuya wandering in and the baby just … goes quiet. Letting out a giggle and trying to each out for the other parent in the equation. Tugging on Sakuya’s hair curl and giggling some more. I just. Have a lot of feels for these two, ok?? 4. The ice cream cone, when they share - Sakuya. If his hand happens to slip and makes a mess of Mahiru’s face … well, someone has to clean that up, right? And it would be a pity to let it go to waste. 5. The remote, when they sit down to watch a movie - Mahiru. Because Sakuya might like to skip over the boring parts (who knows how old or how many movies he’s really seen), and I imagine Mahiru prefers to watch from start to finish. 6. The basket, when they go shopping - Mahiru. He has a duty to make sure they get what they came there for - and only what they’re there to get. He also probably does the house budget and ensures bills get paid on time. 7. The door, on dates - Sakuya. Being a gentleman, ‘cause it’s Mahiru and he likes to show off. 8. The other’s hand, most often - Sakuya. I believe I already told you this but: Sakuya constantly seeking validation that their relationship is a real thing, that it’s really happening, that it’s not some dream. Whether that’s pressing himself against Mahiru, saying something that clues other people into the nature of their relationship, or even just simply holding hands. He’d want to test again and again that it’s not a lie. So yes, the hand holding I think would initiate from his end a lot more often. (Imagine the first time Mahiru held his hand without prompting and how flustered he was that day. Switching from cupping their hands together to lacing their fingers as one. Responding to Sakuya’s unasked questions of where they stand in the relationship, ensuring that he knows it goes both ways.) 9. Their breath, upon seeing the other on their wedding day - Sakuya. Wait, do vampires even have breath to hold?? Kidding, let’s pretend this is a happy AU. Let’s face it; he’d probably turn blue in the face before he remembered he should be doing something vital to his existence - breathing. 10. The camera, when they take pictures together - Sakuya. This ties in with the attention seeking, but I bet he springs random camera fun times on Mahiru without any warning. Smushes their faces together and Mahiru ends up laughing as the camera goes off, catching the moment just as his eyes close. Probably half the photos aren’t even any good, but Sakuya saves every single one.
You smiled as people scattered out of your way, it was a side
effect of being the Shelby brother’s family friend since you could remember and
you couldn’t hide the fact that you loved it. The world was at your feet at
least, Small Heath was, and there was nothing that pleased you more to wonder through
the streets and watch people hurry about and attempt to not look at you.
“Bloody ‘ell here she is.” John yelled as you walked into the
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“I’m surprised you don’t wear more of your outfits.”
The question made Allura pause, and she poked her head back out of her closet. “Excuse me?” Shiro had spoken suddenly, and she wasn’t quite sure what he was getting at.
Shrugging, Shiro pulled a pillow over to rest on as he peered into the closet after her. “I just don’t recall seeing you in most of those. It’s almost always the one dress or your battle suit.”
Imagine walking in on John and Sherlock while they’re drinking and Sherlock’s constant grinning and smiling making you uncomfortable.
You had received a text message from John. The context had worried you since usually John was much more subtle with his messages, but this one was not one of them. It was more of those that indicated of trouble or danger. The message was straight forwards and simple if you won’t mind the typo.
Get tto bakrr street -JH
It was pouring outside but luckily you didn’t need to walk. You took the first cab you could get and rushed to Baker Street. You texted John, informing him you were on your way and almost there which he replayed with one word. Good.
You got out of the cab, landing your foot on a puddle. The water soaked your shoe and sock and you grimaced at the wet and cold feeling around your toes. Great. Now you probably had to fight crime with wet feet. You shook your head at the weather, waving at the cab and walked across the street. The evening was gloomy but not dark, it was more depressing than ominous. You pulled the collar of your jacket closer to your neck, trying to prevent the contact of water on your skin. You didn’t have a hat and your hair had already started to get wet. The strands over your face clued to your skin, trying to push them aside you walked up the stairs of the flat 221B. Your shoes were spitting drops of rainwater but before stepping inside you tried shaking the most of it off. You didn’t bother to knock on the door cause if there was an intruder of some sort in the house you didn’t want to draw attention. Besides the door rarely was locked anyways since Mrs. Hudson was most of the time home and if she wasn’t Sherlock would probably be there. You tip toed up the stairs, trying to listen for something, anything that might be odd and that you did. You heard laughter. And not just any laughter, it was Sherlock’s laugh. This was enough to put more speed to your steps and you rushed up the rest of the stairs. On the landing you gazed over the room, eyes wide, hair and clothes dripping wet. ”What’s going on?” You huffed. Your mind was racing and you were slightly out of breath. Your expression gave away that you were prepared for a fight. Your eyes traveled the room, there were clothes spread on the floor. Sherlock and John’s jackets, scarfs, gloves and so on. They were wet as well as yours, so they had been out just about hour ago. Your eyes landed on Sherlock, his curls were fuzzy but dry, he had his usual dress shirt on and straight black pants. He was sitting on his chair or more like slipping off of it. It took him some time to realize it was indeed you standing at the doorway to the stairs and when his brain registered it was you he let a wide smile spread on his face. Great, he was on drugs. ”(Y/n)!” He slurred happily. To this John reacted, he called your name and greeted you gazing over his shoulder. He smiled, his eyes as droopy as Sherlock’s and his smile reminding more of drunken grin. Drunk. Of course. Then Sherlock tried to fix his position, ”Good that you could make it.” but fell off the chair entirely, making himself and John giggle. ”I thought something had happened!” you snapped. ”Oh!” Sherlock gasped suddenly, remembering what was going on. ”Something is happening, or should happen! No… I mean, you need to help me. John is of no use for me at this state.” Sherlock stood up, his whole body sway from side to side. You were sure he’d stumble and fall at any second now. He took a step closer. Any second now. ”That is why you’re here.” He pointed at you, his body moving from left to right so wantonly that he nearly fell, but taking crossed steps he was able to compose himself. ”Aha.” You didn’t even try to hide your unimpressed state from the drunken detective. You crossed your arms over your chest and stared at the tall man in front of you with uninterested expression. ”Yes. You see I told John I was as capable as ever to solve a case at this ’state’ as he called it, but he doesn’t want to be any part of it.” His eyes narrowed and he looked at John, disappointed that his partner was doubting him. ”So, I can’t go alone, you know everyone knows I have someone always following on my tail, its like my thing now,” he rolled his eyes but smiled. ”also I need assistance.” You gave him a look encouraging him to go on. ”Do I have any cases to solve?” He knit his eyebrows together in disbelief. ”Really?” You almost gasped. ”This is why you called me over? To help you FIND a case! And then solve it? While the two of you are drunk, no almost passing out! You honestly look like you two have been smoking marijuana!” Sherlock gave you a suspicious look. ”How do you know how people look like-” you didn’t let him finish ”Not important,” You snapped and took your jacket off, leaving it on the back of one of the kitchen chairs and sat on the couch on the side of the room. ”besides you can’t go solve murders when your in that state.” You reminded, crossing your arms again. ”Told you.” John chuckled and turned in his chair to an uncomfortably looking position. His grey jumper looked like he had just put it on, it was nearly covering the white shirt under it while the hem of the jumper was wrinkled. ”Oh, come on you two!” Sherlock whined. ”It will be fun!” He turned on his heel, he had still been standing near the door and now headed towards you again. He sat down next to you on the couch but to your surprise his head was towards you. ”Come now, (Y/n).” He whined with a smile. You turned your away, not noticing a sly smile on Sherlock’s face and the wink he sent to John. His hand landed on your thigh and he scooted closer. ”I know you want to.” He said with a deep, husky voice, almost whispering it to your ear. You whipped your head back to face Sherlock, looking at him in disbelief. Eyes wide and lips parted. Why was he so close? He was touching you. Did he know he was touching you? This was not the time to get flirty! Sherlock’s gaze deepened and he stared at you, his fingers gently and ghost like caressed your skin. ”Don’t you wanna play murder with us?” His voice seducing, purring the words into your ear. ”Okay that’s it!” You freaked out and shot up from the couch. ”You two are seriously wasted!” You heard John snicker and then start laughing uncomfortably. You looked at Sherlock who was grinning. ”What is so funny all the sudden?” You snapped at the boys and put your arms on your waist. Your fingers gripped the thin fabric of your shirt and dig into your skin. You turned side ways, your eyes dancing between John and Sherlock who were now both laughing. ”You should’ve seen your face!” John giggled. Sherlock nodded and laughed. ”It was priceless!” You shook your head, not bothering to say another word. It took about a minute before John and Sherlock stopped laughing. ”But seriously, I told you she had a thing for you.” John snickered. What? ”Oh, don’t make it sound like I didn’t already know.” Sherlock smiled. He got up and walked next to you. He put his hand on your waist and pulled you rather fast and roughly right against him. ”Don’t you make it sound like you don’t feel anything towards her.” John added with a smile, his eyelids growing heavy. ”I never did.” Sherlock smiled back. ”Okay, very nice guys, but you’re starting to sound like to be ready for bed. Seriously John, you can barely keep your eyes open, and Sherlock, you can barely stand.” you noticed as he leaned closer, putting some of his weight on you. When you looked back to John you saw he had already fell asleep. ”Well, now we won’t need to kick him out.” Sherlock slurred. His eyes were dull and looking into nothingness. ”I’ve always wanted to take you to my room.” He smirked and leaned his face closer to yours. ”Oh no you won’t.” You declined and put your hand on his chest, keeping him away. His breath reeked of beer and alcohol in general, he also had smoked. ”Are you rejecting me?” Sherlock wondered, his eyes narrowing even more. ”Yes, for now. You need to go to bed and clear your head.” Sherlock almost lost his balance, but you were there to keep him up. ”Not ’to bed’ in that way.” You clarify. Sherlock chuckled. ”Well I can’t get there without your help so you need to come with anyway.” Sherlock smiled and leaned on you while you helped him to get to his room. ”And I might need some tending on the morning.” You rolled your eyes. ”Are you saying that now I have to pay for your stupid idea of getting wasted?” You asked. ”Well, you didn’t leave when you had the chance, so yes. I think it’s just fair.” Sherlock looked at you with a sly smile and then leaned closer, planting a kiss on your cheek. ”Besides I’m not letting go of you now that I have my hands on you.” He said with a more serious tone, but still smiled warmly at you. You couldn’t but smile back at him.
I’m honestly so disappointed with Lui’s ‘so called’ fans. Every video I go to watch on his channel the comment section is full of idiots telling him to go die and just plain out right rude to him…
I’ll always be here for Lui and I honestly don’t care if he posts one video a month or one video in two months, The video will still make me happy regardless how long it’s been since the video before. He deserves better subscribers honestly.
I was reading some of his comments and I came across one saying ‘please get cancer and die’… Who the fuck would tell someone that? Cancer is such a horrible disease. Now i’m sure this person was probably a little 13 or 14 year old trying to act cool but in no way should this be said to another living person they don’t even know personally let alone just a random person who has a youtube account. Reading comments like that is heartbreaking. We don’t know what goes on in Lui’s personal life and we shouldn’t unless he wants everyone to know. He probably wants to have a more of a social life instead of always playing games so that’s his choice. I’m sure he’s grateful he has almost 4 million subs but if you’re just gonna come onto his channel and complain about him then get the hell out. If you hate him so much just leave the video don’t bother wasting your breath on typing out a hateful comment hoping he might see it. I just don’t understand why it’s such a big deal if he doesn’t upload or not. Let him have somewhat of a life. Go watch someone else if you’re unhappy with him. He will upload when he damn well pleases.
I feel so sorry for you Lui, all these 'fake’ fans always bringing down your videos. I personally love your videos, any video you upload I will watch. :) So I hope there are more TRUE fans like myself out there who still love you like I do. You are still one of my favourite youtubers so just remember there are still people out here that you are helping. I don’t know if you’ll ever read this but people just need to get off your back already. :)
Pairing: Yoongi X Reader
Genre: Angst, Floof
A/N: so my ear feels a LOT better, and I was out in the rain earlier and it infired me to write this. Enjoy~
You sat with a scowl on your face, watching the exchange in a conversation between Yoongi and Hoseok. For the past two hours, you’d been sat in Yoongi’s studio, trying to spend time with him, with him pushing you away and telling you he was too busy to talk. But, as soon as Hoseok had brought his happy little ass into the room, Yoongi had stopped working to talk to Hoseok about some stupid fucking prank they’d pulled on Tae a couple days ago. You were livid. How could Yoongi tell you, his girlfriend, off for talking, but as soon as a Bangtan member walks in, he’s happy to stop working.
Days in the studio were the only times you had to see Yoongi awake, so they meant a lot to you; especially since there was a comeback right around the corner. He was always too busy. Only too busy when it came to you.
When Hoseok left, Yoongi went back to work, and that was when you were finally finished with this bullshit.
“Not now, [First].”
“Oh, so you and Hobi-Oppa can have a full conversation that interrupts your work, but I can’t even say one thing to you?” He sighed as you spoke.
“Look, you know how much this means to me, let me work.”
“No, Yoongi, the others can come in here whenever they please, talk to you for as long as they want, and you can’t make any fucking time for your girlfriend. I don’t have to be here-”
“No you don’t have to be here. You might as well go home because you’re wasting your time.” Your heart stopped.
“Are you fucking serious? Yoongi, if I go home now, I will not be there when you come home. And I will not be there again.”
“Why are you being such a bitch today?” He spun around his chair so he was facing you.
“Why am I being a bitch? I don’t know, Yoongi, maybe it’s because I feel like this relationship is dead? Maybe it’s because I’m sick and tired of trying with you, only for you to push me away - only me! You don’t push anyone else away but me!”
“Because you shouldn’t be here. This is my work-”
“THIS IS THE ONLY TIME I CAN SEE YOU!”
You pushed yourself up, rushing out of the room. Yoongi called your name, but you ignored him. You even ignored the footsteps that followed you to the elevator. Just as the doors closed, you could hear Yoongi calling for you to open the doors.
Yoongi panicked. He’d fucked things up and badly at that. When the doors snapped shut, he raced down the stairs, praying to god he could get down 4 flights as fast as an elevator. He felt his heart stammer in his chest, and it wasn’t from the running. He was going to lose you, he could feel it.
When the elevator doors opened, you ran. You could hear Yoongi, finally at the bottom of the stairs, scream your name as you rushed out from his sight. It was pouring with rain outside, coming down heavy from the dark skies ahead. You (stupidly) had left your coat inside, so you were in just a wooly jumper and jeans. The cold but your skin as the rain rushed down, soaking your exposed form. Yoongi ran to the doors, but could only watch as you ran down the street, getting soaked with every step.
“Has anyone seen Yoongi hyung? PD-nim is looking for him.” Jimin inquired.
“I just saw him,” Tae said nonchalantly.
“…and…?” Namjoon raised an eyebrow.
“He was running down the stairs screaming [First]’s name. I think they must have been racing or something…”
“Why would they be racing down the stairs?” Jimin asked.
“Jimin don’t ask him. Just leave it.” Namjoon rolled his eyes.
“I’ll go down to the lobby and find Yoongi hyung.” Hobi suddenly stood up, striding out the room.
When he came to the front doors of the BigHit building, he saw Yoongi, head against the wall by the doors, sobbing. Hoseok’s forst instinct was to grab his friend, and pull him into a hug, which he did. Nothing was asked by Hobi, but Yoongi sobbed out the story, anyway, telling his friend what had happened with you. Hobi frowned.
“Hyung, you need to go and find her. What you said was wrong, and I can see you acknowledge that now. You need to apologise to her, and kiss her, and make up, because I don’t think you will ever find someone as amazing as her again. Don’t let her be the one that got away, Yoongi hyung.” Hobi said, voice soothing his hyung.
Yoongi wiped his tears with the back of his hand, and thanked Hoseok for the advice, before darting out of the door to find you in the streets of raining Seoul.
You had reduced your run to a walk, completely soaked. Your woollen jumped clung to your skin, a feeling which was absolutely disgusting to you. Your jeans had become like a wet second skin, and your shoes were practically pools. Your hair was wet, in small locks, falling on your head, the ends dropping rain water which still hasn’t ceased in the slightest.
Your feet patted against the tarmac, splashing the surface runoff every single time. Tears streamed down your face, and Yoongi’s cruel words spun around your head like a broken record. He didn’t love you after all…
You tried to think where everything had gone wrong with the “us” you and Yoongi had seemingly faded from. Maybe it was the first time you’d said “I love you” and he’d frozen up, unable to say it back. Or maybe it was the pregnancy scare, where he’d disappeared for three days, thinking he was incapable of being a father with his mental disorders. Or maybe, he’d just fallen out of love with you. You’d heard about that happening, but it had never happened to you before. That was probably it… he just… didn’t love you anymore…
You froze, hearing Yoongi’s voice and running footsteps behind you. Anger and hurt coursed your veins, and you sprinted forwards, only to find yourself behind pulled back into a chest moments later. Yoongi breathed heavily in your ear, panting, grabbing onto you as if you were physically slipping away from him.
“I’m so sorry, baby, I’m so sorry.” He whispered.
“You don’t want me.” You chocked through your tears.
“Yes, I do. I want you. I want only you. Please, please, please forgive me, baby. I feel fucking awful. I love you, and I’m so sorry for not putting you first. You know how I get when work piles up on me. Hobi was… he’s my colleague, I have to talk to him. And I need to talk to you. I have to learn that you only come to my office to help, not to distract. I will change. Please, don’t leave me.”
He spun you around, grabbing your cheeks, crashing his lips to yours. Yoongi had never been big on PDA, so this action alone spoke volumes. He was serious about this. He was sorry. Water ran between your faces, making the kiss wetter and messier, but he didn’t care, kissing you with as much love as he could muster from within himself. When he finally pulled away, he looked into your eyes, and waited.
“You’re an asshole, do you know that? But, that, that kiss, told me that your my asshole.”
He chuckled, pulling you in for a hug. The rain wasn’t subsiding, however, the sun had appeared from within the clouds, lightening the sky and the world beneath.
“I think a hot shower is in order, now, don’t you think?” He whispered, “and I mean hot in both ways. I still have to show you how sorry I am.”
“Shower sex? Really?”
“Not just shower sex, I’m gonna make you realise just how sorry I am, even if that means fucking you on every surface our house has.”
“Real fucking romantic, Yoongi.”
“I don’t do romantic. I do you.”
“Jesus, fucking stop.”
You pressed your lips to his again, silencing his bad jokes before any more could come from his mouth. The rain pounded down, continuing to soak the both of you. Then, Yoongi sneezed. It was high pitched, and tiny, like a kitten, causing you to burst out laughing. Yoongi poured, grabbing your hand to have you run through the rain with him back home, for that promised hot shower
this chapter.. isn’t the best in my opinion but it is a chapter! There’s a lot of talk about Andrew’s meds and what they are to him, so if you’re uncomfortable with reading that sort of content then i wouldn’t read this chapter.
Neil, in a shocking display of cognitive function, turned his head and spoke. “I’ve been here.”
“So you do speak.” Andrew grinned. “Color me surprised.”
“I can speak better than most people,” Neil said in German, scowling at the blonde. “Stop threatening my team.”
Andrew’s grin grew wider at that. “Oh, Neil. So full of surprises, you are.”
He supposed he had threatened them, hadn’t he? Making cruel comments in both English and German during every practice. Any passing thought he had flew out of his mouth due to the meds, but Andrew couldn’t say he regretted it.
“You need to stop,” Neil said again.
Andrew pretended to consider it. He put his chin in his hand in thought. “No.”
Neil looked furious, an emotion he’d never seen on the shadow before. Any expression from him was new, really. It was incredibly addicting, making his face contort in rage. Andrew wondered how many expressions he could coax out of the other boy, studying Neil’s face as the other boy tried to compose himself well enough to speak.
“If you don’t try to get along with them, we won’t win!” Neil exclaimed. “We need to win.”
“Win?” Andrew scoffed. “The foxes have been around for three years and they’ve won maybe six games as a whole.”
“What?” Neil furrowed his brows in confusion.
“You’re the assistant coach.” Andrew pointed out. “You should know this.”
“I-” Neil tried to say something, but cut himself off, muttering under his breath.
“Hey!” Andrew snapped his fingers. “Hey, rabbit!”
It was no use, Neil was back to his usual state of “not quite there”. Andrew cursed. He’d have to get to the interrogation faster next time. At least now he knew where Neil perched.
He took a drag of his cigarette, blowing smoke out into the air while watching the shadow. He really hoped Neil turned out to be a threat, just as an excuse for Andrew to get rid of him.
“Well well well, look what the cat’s dragged in,” Y/N said to her boyfriend through the floor to ceiling mirrors in her dance studio.
“Well well well, look what the dog threw up,” Roman retorted. “Where’s your booty shaking clan?”
“They left about twenty minutes ago,” Y/N said knotting her hair into a bun.
Roman came up behind her, slipping his hands around her and resting his chin on her shoulder. They rocked side to side, holding onto each other and both stared into the mirror.
“You really love me don’t you? Cuddling me with all this sweat,”
“I only want you for your body,” he spoke into her neck.
“Shhh, don’t talk about yourself like that,” he whispered.
“What’re you even doing here?”
“I was passing by from the gym, thought I’d come see your class practice. Completely waste of my time seeing as they’ve all gone home,” he sighed, feigning disappointment, but went to grab her ass. “There’s nothing worth staying here for, no ass shaking, I might as well go home,”
“Noooo, stay,” she said reaching out behind her to play with his loose ponytail. Then she thought to slip the hairband out, letting his hair hang loose. “Much better like this,”
“Weren’t you coming home soon?”
“No,” it was her turn to sigh dramatically. “I have to tweak up some moves for Bey’s tour. There’s literally one song I’m struggling with,”
She shrugged, closing her eyes and indulging the way they were that moment.
“What kinda song is it?”
“6 Inch; very hypnotic, empowering, club and bedroom appropriate,”
“Ahhh, sounds like my kinda party,” Roman stated, and then got an idea. He slipped his hand into her sports bra, kneading her assets. She let out a tiny moan, he could tell she’d tried so hard to mute it. “I have something that might inspire you, but it is bigger than six inches,”
“Not here, we’ll get caught,” she breathed.
“Oh baby, we entertain for a living. Putting on a show is what we do,” he said to her in the mirror, nibbling her ear.
She closed her eyes and swore under her breath.
“Let me see the dance?”
“Noooo, I’m embarrassed, it’s not looking good yet,”
“Please? I wanna help,”
“You wanna help?” Y/N raised a sharp brow.
“Yeah,” Roman said convincingly. “My opinion might be very insightful. Besides, I wanna see your ass jiggle,”
“You have to be completely honest with me though, if it sucks, just be like babe what the fuck? Go on and make yourself comfortable,”
“Oh I will,”
Roman felt too lazy to cross the room to grab a chair. Besides, they’d been folded and put away neatly, he didn’t have the energy for that. He sat on the floor instead, in the corner and watched his girlfriend walk over to the dock and connect her iPod.
She walked back in front of the mirrors and then pressed play with the remote. He recognised the song the instant it played because she hadn’t stop playing the album at home. It was alluring, hypnotic, like she’d said.
Six inch heels, She walked in the club like nobody’s business Damn, she murdered everybody and I was her witness
He watched her mouth the words as she sashayed in an accurate parallel line. Coming to a stop, she rolled her hips seductively. She was lost in the song as if imagining herself as the protagonist Beyonce was singing about. Roman was caught up in the spell too; enjoying how her body moved fluidly, flexibly. She slithered onto the floor, rolling onto her back and arched her back until she had enough leverage to sit herself up. Then she started crawling towards him, holding his gaze, and Roman knew this was definitely not part of the routine. Still, he played along; he sat there and watched her, letting her come to him. But the fire in her eyes was enough to make him adjust himself in his pants and let out a heavy puff of breath.
“This is all I have,” she said on all fours right in front of him; her chest right in his face.
Great choice of words, Roman thought, smirking to himself.
“It’s essentially what Bey will be doing, but remember she has to sing as well. So what do you think?”
“Umm…” he cleared his throat. “It was - interesting,”
“You didn’t like it?” she frowned.
He shifted in the corner, and looked down, pointing down to the bulge in his pants. “What do you think?”
She gasped and immediately covered her mouth, starting to giggle shyly, “Roman!”
“It’s actually really not that funny,” he shifted again and gave her his best threatening stare. It didn’t work.
“That was only like two minutes of dancing,”
“Yeah well, that’s all it takes, fuck, don’t do that again,” he groaned. “So, how about you go down there and problem solve this?”
She giggled again, wanting to have more fun with him, even though she knew it was absolute torture for him. And he was great at revenging so she had to pick her batttles wisely.
“Dance with me,” she suggested.
“Dance for me…on me…something…whatever…we need to get rid of this intruder,”
“I might be able to help,” she said, and straddled him, sitting right on his erection and started circling her hips around him.
He groaned and held her at the waist, guiding her as he smiled proudly, “Oh yeah, like that…maybe with no clothes on?”
“You have permission to take them off,” she said in a low husky voice, she knew how much that killed him. “If you can,”
“Yeah, this is really not the time for games,” Roman chuckled in frustration.
Y/N got up, too quick for him to hold her in place, and she crawled backwards, resting when her back made contact with the mirror.
“Okay, well you’re the one with a little situation going on,” she said from the other side of the room.
Then she started teasing the man; he knew it was in her nature, but didn’t think she’d be so cold. She slipped her hand in her pants and within seconds her familiar moan filled the room. He could imagine how she felt; warm, wet, just where he wanted to be buried.
“Get here,” he demanded.
She smirked at him and threw her head against the mirror and gasped, he knew then that her fingers were inside her. He was jealous. And pissed. He swallowed his pride and started crawling towards her, an animilstic glare in his eye.
She was glad. She wanted his cock to fill that void that her fingers couldn’t. She salivated at the thought of it alone, she could imagine it slipping in between her slippery silky skin. The thought alone made her fingers work faster, her moans coming out consistently.
She watched him get closer, flipping his fallen hair backwards, he looked like something out of an R-rated film. For a second, she lost track of who was teasing who. And then there was, body over hers, fury in his eyes. She smiled dangerously, daring him to chide her. But he didn’t. He gripped he back of her neck, kissing her hotly and hard. She liked it like this. Animalistic. Desperate. Fast. Hard.
His hand slid between them, when she thought he was going to replace her fingers; he simply took her hand out, licking each finger and murmured approvingly. They moaned together. He pinned her hands above her head, gripping them with just one hand at her wrists. She knew if she wanted to, she could wriggle free, but she needed this, and so he was right; this really wasn’t the time to play games.
His other free hand worked at her pants, slipping them down a little with her panties. Then he delved into his own boxers and freed himself, hard with the tip glistening; ready to mould into her.
“Are you proud of yourself?” he asked in a low voice and slipped into her, hard, her walls instantly enveloped around him.
She breathed sharply, restraining from a moan, she couldn’t award him that satisfaction. But her fingers digging into his arms were a clear giveaway. He pulled out and repeated the motion, this time she she bit her bottom lip.
“Aren’t so mouthy now are you?”
“Fuck you,” she barely whispered as he rocked against her.
“Don’t show off now,” he warned her.
She tried to roll him off, attempt to be on top but he held her still at the hips. Her body wedged between the hard floor and his. It wasn’t the worst place to be, she thought. She embraced it then, wrapped her legs around him to allow him in further. His charade slipped then as he felt himself tapping against her spot and her walls tightened against him, he suppressed a grunt alright, but his body shivering was a giveaway.
She thrived on that and flexed her walls on him repeatedly, watching him lose himself. She wanted to say something, tell him how good he felt, how fast she wanted him to go. But her words got caught in her throat.
“Mhhhh,” Y/N tossed her head back in ecstasy.
“Shit, stop that,” he hissed, burying his head in her neck when she clamped around him again..
She could feel his body begin to perspire.
“Stop what?” she asked innocently, doing it again.
“That - aaahh fuck,” he cried, closing his eyes.
“Fuck. You,” he enunciated, high in his element.
If she didn’t find it so hot, she’d have cursed him back. He picked up his pace; if she wanted to play, then so be it. He pelted into her, silencing them both, well, inducing nothing but pleasured sighs. They held their gazes, their expressions a mirror of each other; bottom lips drawn in, brows knitted closely. They could feel it on each other that they were both near the edge. He could feel it in the way her legs started to twitch around him, her breaths shorter and eyes flickering sporadically. She could feel it in the way he held her, tight, in the way his strokes became rougher and lost their systematic rhythm and his short breaths.
“Mhhhh baby,” she began squealing in his ear, her fingers raked in his hair.
Roman enticed by the sound, thrusted harder and faster.
“That’s not my name,”
“Roman,” she said repeatedly, spurring him on.”Roman…mmmhh…”
“Fuck I’m so close,” he bit her neck, as if that’d postpone it, but it backfired because she elicited a sexy sound against his ear.
“Come for me,” she instructed, her walls tightening skilfully again around him.
She wished she hadn’t dared him, because within seconds as he pummelled into her erratically, they both cried out loud, biting and holding onto each other. He collapsed on top of her and she held him close until her body relaxed and the spasms ceased.
“I hate you so much,”
“After all that? Why?” Roman asked laughing.
“Yes,” she snickered. “You’re making me wanna come home with you, fuck the song,”
“Yeaaaaah, I like the sound of that, you can show me the moves to the other songs,”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “Just give me a minute, I need to get myself together. I haven’t even showed you the choreography to Rocket yet,”
I feel like I can only rec taekook fics cause they’re the only pairing that I read tons of fanfics of……. I AM A TRASH YES I ADMIT AND I THINK I NEED HELP
These are from my browser’s bookmarks so I’m sure these aren’t everything, haha! Maybe I’d make a page for my fanfic addiction…..??? ALSO, I barely read fantasy!au and angst so these are probably mostly fluff and smut lol. (I’m a sucker for romance I obviously don’t experience myself.)
***bold ones contain smut, be warned!***
can you be (mine?)— Taehyung likes Iced Caramel Macchiatos, the Arts, and a man that vaguely resembles the Adonis statue.(i saw you at starbucks once and immediately started crushing on you and oh shit did you just talk to me? fuck im so weird you’re probably weirded out im so dead kill me now au) THIS MADE ME LAUGH A LOT AND I CRIED TOO BECAUSE I’M A SUCKER FOR ARTISTS FALLING IN LOVE!AU
Date Me — Taehyung flirts with the cute high school boy and relishes in the flustered reaction he gets for almost an entire year. But when the following year comes along, he finds himself choking on his own words. OKAY THIS WAS REALLY CUTE I HAD TO INCLUDE IT! WARNING FOR THE FLUFFY FLUFFY FLUFF
Hit and Run — Jimin and Jungkook have been the top hitmen duo in Seoul since the day they picked up their first revolvers and shot a man without a second look back. But when they cross paths with a skilled hacker by the name of Kim Taehyung, things start to change up a little.
Pucker Up — Admit One: Kissing Booth Ticket THIS WAS SUCH A FEEL GOOD READ FLUFF UGHHHHHHHHH
Riptide— fwb!au + college!au + fake dating!au combo THIS COMBO IS PROBABLY THE REASON WHY THIS FIC BECAME ONE OF MY FAVES (ALSO ONE OF THE FIRST FICS I’VE READ)
Serve & Protect— After a grueling two years of police university training, Kim Taehyung is excited to join the ranks of Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency’s new recruits. But getting partnered up with senior police officer, Jeon Jungkook, just might be his biggest challenge yet. OFFICER JEON IS JUST SO SINFUL I CAN’T EVEN DEAL
Will you be my Forever? —
From the moment Jungkook turned 18, he had been excited to see the numbers appear on his wrist. soulmate!au. THIS WAS SLIGHTLY ANGSTY AND IT MADE MY HEART HURT A LITTLE SO………