the white tent or the white wall

An Oath For Sinners, 2.

Part: One Part: TwoPart: ThreePart: Four (Finale)

Genre | Vampire / Escort AU.

Pairing | Min Yoongi / Reader.

Words | 14,872 words.

Conspectus | Min Yoongi needs some kind of hobby, a distraction much more sophisticated and preferably not so wholly illegal as blatant murder in order to satiate his esurient thirst and perdurable boredom.

But not even the dastard vampire himself thought he would find it in the bloodstream of a sightly girl who lives for diamonds in her pockets and Armani suits adorning her men.

Warnings | Surprise cameo by rich businessman Kim Taehyung. Mentions of blood and other vampire necessities. Brief explicit sexual content. Yoongi getting hard over trivial matters.

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Good Girl CH 9: Fight With Daddy

“Apparently we need to set rules for everyone,” Suho groans as he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. I sit on the chair that was moved from the corner to the center of the living room so I could see everyone easier. Sehun is pouting on the far edge of the couch, his hyungs glare at him. Suho is standing next to me, his hand resting on the back of my chair, trying to be the adult one and handle the situation properly. “Sehun, you can not just molest our little Joo like that.”

“I didn’t molest her!” Sehun snaps back. “We walked in on Xiumin hyung basically dry humping her but I get in trouble for smelling her.”

“You had her whole stomach showing by the time we walked in there,” Baekhyun says.

“You guys are just over reacting, it’s not like I did it against her will.”

“Is this true?” Suho looks down at me.

I just nod, but that is not a good enough answer.

“Use your words little one,” Kitty warns.

“I let him,” I mumble.

“See!” Sehun jumps up to his feet triumphantly.

“Still sit your ass down,” Kris stands up and glowers down at the younger. “I’m with Suho on this actually.”

Lay nods, “If we don’t, anyone could do anything to her and just get her to say it was okay.”

“But it’s impossible to set rules for this situation because what are we going to say, no one can be alone with her? We have to ask everyone else for permission? No touching her? Do you guys really think that is going to work?” Kai suddenly appears to be the voice of reason.

“I’m a big girl you guys,” I say surprisingly strong, “If anyone tries something I don’t want to do, I can tell them to stop.”

Suho smiles down softly at me, he places his hand on my cheek, “Oh baby girl we know you are tough enough to say that but we don’t know if they will stop.”

I frown, “I know you guys are having this conversation to make me safe but this isn’t making me feel that way at all.” I stand up, all of them tense at the motion, “Can you talk about this without me? I just started to really like you guys and I don’t want to have to look at you and wonder which of you is the one who can’t control himself enough to listen when I say stop. Can I please just wait somewhere else?”

“We didn’t mean to scare you love, it just that this is a conversation we need to have to make it clear to everyone that we just want to protect you,” Suho places both his hands on my shoulders to sit me back down but I don’t let him.

“Oppa please just let me wait someplace else.”

He sighs, “Fine you can wait in your room.”

I hesitate for a minute, not sure I heard him right, ‘”My room? I have my own room?”

“God dammit Suho,” Kris groans as he throws a pillow at Suho. The others copy Kris and begin whining and throwing things at him.

“She was going to find out at some point,” Suho tries to defend himself.

“But after she slept in all of our rooms!” Kai pouts.

“So you guys weren’t going to tell me?” I say in disbelief.

“At some point,” Lay answers, feeling a little ashamed, “We just wanted to spend sometime with you one on one and stuff.”

I take a deep breath, feeling annoyed and kind of embarrassed how I didn’t even question the idea of sleeping with them. “It’s my fault for not asking for my own room.”

“So you aren’t mad?”

“No,” I say, “I’m happy I was able to spend time with you guys but I really just want to go to my room now, please?”

“I’ll take you,” Kitty offers standing up.  I don’t question it, I just nod and allow the man to lead me out of the living room. We walk in silence threw out the house, I just stare at the floor, my mind racing with all sorts of thoughts. I don’t even notice when he stops at a door, prompting me to run into is back.

“Sorry oppa,” I apologize quietly. He turns around and stares down at me.

“I’m sorry we scared you,” He says just as quiet, his hand reaches up and rests on my cheek. I can see him let out a small sigh of relief when I don’t move away from him, happy that I’m not afraid to have him touch me.

“I’m not scared, at least not really, I’m just confused. Can we talk about this later?”

He reluctantly nods and takes his hand away to open the white door with golden accents. As the door swings in, he steps back and allows me to go in first. I step forward and peek curiously into the room.

“Woah!” I can’t help but grin and rush into the beautiful room. The walls are gray but it is anything but boring with pink everywhere. There is a massive king sized bed with a thick white comforter on it and small pale pink affgane at the foot. A crazy amount of different sized and colored pillows fill the top 1/3 of the bed, almost hiding the beautiful white carved headboard. There is another pill of much bigger pillows in the corner of the room with a canopy hanging over it like a little tent. Other little things are scattered through out the room, though it is weirdly kind of childish with all the pink and stuffed animals., I absolutely love it. “Oppa! This is so cool” I love it!” I turn back around to see Kitty smiling at me like I never have before, it seemed happier. I bouncer over to him and give him a big hug, very happy about my new room.

“I’m happy you like it, the others will be over the moon that you love it too,” He kisses the top of my head, still smiling.

“I should go thank them,” I think out loud.

“It’s okay, you can thank them later,” He waves the idea away. “You should spend some time in your room, get use to it, play with some stuff. We will come get you when we are done talking okay?”

I nod.

“Good girl. There is a bathroom threw that door and a walk in closet in the other, your luggage is in there. I’ll be back in a little bit,” He kisses me on the lips this time, just a sweet soft peck but I find myself blushing.

Again I nod as he leaves, closing the door behind him. When he is gone I turn back to my room, grinning like an idiot and run to my new bed, throwing myself on it. I’m not at all disappointed by the softness of the bed. A large white bear catches my attention from behind some of the pillows. I dig it out, finding out it’s about half my size and amazingly soft and fluffy, the urge to snuggle with it is too much for me, making me forget about changing. Instead I burrow under the warm covers and curl myself around the bear, completely content with life at that moment. That is until I start thinking about the group of boys arguing in the living room about who can and cannot touch me. Thinking about it only makes me curl tighter around my bear.

My irritation grows the more I think about this whole situation, annoyed with Jihyo for making me go, annoyed with my alarms for leading me out the back and for not going off around the boys, making me question everything. I’m annoyed with the boys for having a conversation like that in front of me. I’m annoyed with myself for just sitting her and taking it, I could have not come back, ran away before the guys came back for me. I annoyed that I’m not that upset for having to leave my family, at them for not making me feel like I should want to go home but instead I’m happy to be anywhere but there.

I talk myself in circles about how I should be afraid but being afraid would make them angry but not being afraid of them could make me ask stupid questions or get me in bad situations. I get a headache, tired of thinking so much, so I decided to go to take a little nap.

A knock on my door wakes me up, though I don’t move from my tightly curled ball. They knock once again before just opening the door. I can’t really tell how many there are but from the amount of foot steps and hushing I’m just guessing all of them. Their foot steps cover the room for a minute, becoming faster and more frantic until someone sits on the edge of the bed and pulls the blanket down to show my face. I blink my eyes, not use to the sudden light, and look to my left to see Luhan staring at me with wide deer like eyes.

“Hi lulu oppa,” I mumble threw my sleepiness, thanking myself silently for not wearing makeup today as I rub my eyes. “I’m sorry, I fell asleep.”

“Oh no, it’s okay little lamb,” He says softly, brushing the hair out of my face.

“You’ve had a busy day, it’s good to take naps,” Kris sits on my other side.

“Did you guys figure out the rules?” I wonder as the other boys huddle around my massive bed, Baekhyun, Chen, Kai, and Sehun manage to fit on the bottom on my bed while the others stand around the edge. Kitty, being his normal self climbs on the bed and lies down next to me, not that really mind.

“We did and we also figured out some rules for you,” Suho answers as he sits in front of Baekhyun.

“For me?” I echo.

“Yes baby girl, you. Since you will be staying here you will have to obey the rules we came up with for your own safety.”

I just nod.

“First, no roaming around the house, you can go to your room or the kitchen alone but that is it. If you need to go anywhere else we will walk with you. You are not allowed in our rooms without permission. You are not allowed off this property without one of us or on rare occasions with permission.”

Luhan continues the list, “You are not allowed to open the door for anyone other than us or our dongseangs. No friends over unless we are all home and they are only allowed in the living room, kitchen, dining room, and your room. When it comes to your phone, you are only allowed to answer it if it’s a family member.” I find myself raising my hand to speak as I am in class. Luhan cracks a smile, “Do you have a question?”

“What about Jihyo?”

He frowns at that, “Is that really necessary?”

Though I know I’m not in the place to really fight back I only ask for one thing, “If I have to choose between answering my family’s calls or Jihyo’s I want to pick her. So please.”

He groans and looks to the others for help, Lay comes forward and rests a hand on my stretched out legs that are still under the blanket. “You have us now kitten, we will be the best friends you can imagine, plus you will see Jihyo at school, do you really need to talk to her the small time we have with you?” He gives me his charming smile that falters after a second when I don’t return it.

“Jihyo is my best friend. She has been there for me threw most of my life, I am not dropping her for you guys. I will follow all of your rules without question, I will live the rest of my life in this house but I’m not going to ignore Jihyo when she calls or texts, just because I can see her for three hours at school.” I deadpan.

“Little one don’t you think you are being to protective over that girl,” Kitty sits up with me and rubs my back soothingly, “She seems like she can handle herself and it didn’t seem to matter to her that I’m with you. Do you really want a friend like that?”

I shrug his hand away, “Do you have any other rules?” I look to Suho, completely strait faced. He stares at me, taken back by the coldness in my voice, in fact they all are. When no one says anything I lay back down ant burrow myself back into my pillows. “Please leave me alone if you have nothing more to say.”

“You can’t just ignore us baby girl,” Kai almost growls, his anger barely able to hide in his voice.

“Just because you don’t agree with our rules, doesn’t mean you can throw a fit,” Baekhyun scolds, tapping on my foot to get my attention.

“I’m not the type to argue, especially when things are not in my favor but I’m not going to agree to that rule.” I snap as I sit back up to glare at them. “She is the one person in my life that you can not take away without a fight.”

“We aren’t going to take her away,” Chen tries to reassure me, giving his pretty smile but I don’t trust it.

“You just want me to spend less time with her, and I wouldn’t be upset if it was just me not being able to answer her calls but according to your rules I can’t see her out of school at all either. We can barely talk in school because of class so all we have is lunch, an hour a day with someone I’m used to spending weeks upon weeks with. So oppas please, please this is all I ask. Just let me call her and text her.” I crawl our from under my covers to rest on my knees, begging.

“Sweetheart,” Kris snaps this time, “drop it, your are making us hate this girl more and more.”

“She takes all of your attention at school,” Sehun whines.

Chanyeol joins in on the complaining, “She wouldn’t even let you look our way in the halls.”

“You are luck Suho hyung even gave you classes with her,” Tao pipes in bitterly.

“It’s still early,” Kai says with a cocky smirk, “He could still change it so you don’t see her at all.”

I’m boiling mad but I can’t let it show, I’m not in a situation where I can let my emotions fuck this up any more then they already have. Instead I take a deep breath, open my eyes just right, doing my best to appear cute and innocent, and pout my full lips at the group of guys. They are taken back when I look at all of them with such a cute expression in such a serious fight, most of their frustration leaves their face. “Daddies,” I coo in the cutest voice I could do, “Pretty please, let me talk to Jihyo. I promise to be a very good girl!” My hands go to my cheeks, though ageyo is not something I enjoy doing, I am damn good at it, not to mention they seem to have positive reaction to me when I act childish.

“What was that baby?” Luhan questions, afraid he heard me wrong.

“I said, Daddies pretty please can I talk to Jihyo? I promise to be a super good girl!” I say louder, making sure they all heard me and from the way they all flip just like Kyungsoo had done earlier, I know that they have.

“Baby,” Kitty warns next to me, placing a soft kiss on my shoulder, “This is not what I thought you would be using that word for.”

“But daddy Xiumin I really want to talk to her. I mean it won’t be very long when it happens and after, you guys can have all my attention.”

His whole body tenses at the use of his real name, his hands clench the sheets as he forces himself to move away from me. I look to the others who have the same lustful look in their eyes, even innocent little Sehun is staring at me like he wants to eat me up. Everyone just stares at me, and I begin to nibble on my lip nervously, wondering if this will work or if I got myself in an even worse situation.

“Baby, I already told not to do that, you give your daddies bad thoughts and you sitting there in your school uniform isn’t helping.” Kitty is off the bed, unable to stay that close to me and not jump me.

“Maybe she should take it off,” I surprised for these words to come out of Luhan’s mouth.

“Luhan,” Kitty growls from where is crouched by the wall, trying to calm down without much luck.

“We were all thinking it, she just looks so cute, I just want to eat her up,” Lay joins in on the very sexual teasing.

Before this spirals I lean forward and grab Suho’s hands, doing what I’ve done before but this time it feels so much more kinky, “Daddy Suho, can I please answer my phone when she calls?”

A low growl vibrate from his chest as his eyes scan me, “Baby, why are you doing this to Daddy?”

Seeing that it might be working I pull him closer, wrapping his arms around my waist before wrapping mine around his neck, “Because I’m a very good girl who needs one thing from you.”

“And if I give it to you, what do I get in return?”

“What do you want?”

A conflict goes on in his eyes as he debates on whether or not he should say what he is thinking. His hands tighten on my hips, “You come to school early with my for the rest of the week and spend some private time in my office with me.”

“Okay Daddy,” I grin at my victory but only for a moment before Suho pushes me down on the bed.

“Now that it’s done everyone get out. We all need to go calm down, especially you Xiumin hyung,” Suho decides as he tries to shake his daddy side off.

“I’m sorry,” I say with a pout, “Are you mad?”

Suho sighs, “Yes and no baby girl. I’m mad at you for getting us so riled up without a good outlet. And I’m mad at myself for being so easy to wrap around your pretty little fingers. Just stay in here for the rest of the night, someone will bring you dinner, so do your homework call Jihyo and go to bed.” He says as he follows the rest of the boys out, not so much as a kiss or a look from any of them.

The door slams shut and I’m left alone in this room.


I don’t know what time it is. I lost my phone in the living room during my thing with Kitty and with no windows or permission to leave I’m stuck. Someone had brought me food a little bit ago but I don’t know what time they eat dinner so my guess in probably after 19:00 or something but from how tired I am I feel like it must be later. I climb out of bed and go into my closet, though I tired to explore it earlier I was too over whelmed to even go fully in the over sized room. All four walls are covered in stuff, one wall dedicated to shoes, stockings, and other accessories, never in my life would I where half of them but they are pretty to look at.

I look threw a little bit more before find a shelf with a different type of clothes hanging on it. Yes, on other shelves there are cute girly dresses and slight risqué outfits but these are definitely different. Much more lacy and more like something a little girl would wear but in my size. Though they aren’t something I would normally wear I find them adorable, I actually pick out one of the sets of pajamas and decide to wear it to bed.

Time to shower, I take off my school uniform and jump into the burning hot water. Though there is a beautiful bath tub and even bubbles and other bath things there, I’m far to tired to do something like that tonight. When I’m done I’m annoyed that I have to brush my long curly hair, something I’ve hated doing since I was a child so I just decide to forget about. In my new set of silk light pink pajamas I’m actually excited to go to bed, hopefully, tomorrow will be better then today.

But that excitement doesn’t last long after I fall asleep. I wake up, however long, later feeling anxious, sitting up in bed I stare into the darkness. Around, the room is deafeningly quiet making my ears ring and my heart start to race. This isn’t something I’m use to, the silence, the pitch black, and the strange loneliness I feel in my new big bed. I feel cold even under my covers. I try to get myself to fall back asleep the longer I lay here the more unnerved by the silence I become. Soon I can’t take it, my mind yells at me to get up and get out and I can’t deny it anymore. Against my better judgment I race out of my room into the hall with the wall of windows, that shows the beautiful night. But even with my sight being returned to me I still feel that terrified feeling in the back of my mind and I begin moving again down the hall. Trying to be quiet but fast and not sure where I’m really going.

All I know right now is that I don’t want to be alone in that bed, in that room, in my life. Never in my life have I been able to run up to someone and ask them to hold me because I was lonely or scared but once I see a familiar shadow down the hall I find myself running toward him and he opens his arms to me.

“Daddy!” I cry as I wrap myself around him, happy to finally see one of them after what happened earlier.

“Oh baby girl,” he coos as he begins to rock me back and forth, “What is wrong my baby?”

“Daddy, I’m so scared, I don’t want to be alone,” I cry as I tuck my face in his neck.

“Don’t worry baby, daddy has you, you can come sleep with me, okay?” He whispers soothingly into my ear.

I nod, “Thank you daddy.”

Crossfire - 4

Chapter 3
Yoongi x Reader
Gang AU
Chapter 4 // Words: 4105
A/N: This one is pretty damn long oh man i hope you like it tho!

Your dreams were terrifying.

You were constantly running, and your body felt like it was made of lead. You were exhausted, every muscle on fire, but you had to keep going to get away from the pounding feet behind you. They kept getting closer and closer to you despite how fast you ran. Every time you tried to throw a glance over your shoulder, all you saw were eyes in the dark. They were glowing and zoned in only on you. You couldn’t count how many there were. All you could do was turn corners blindly, trying your best to outrun them.

You ended up in a parking lot surrounded by a chain link fence. The light of the moon above was just enough to show that there were two cars parked in the middle, and their engines revved when you got closer. There were eyes in the cars, too. You turned around, but you were stuck.

Nowhere to go.

Eyes everywhere.

You screamed.

You woke up.

It was not as abrupt as it usually was when you awoke from a nightmare. Instead, your mind slowly broke through the darkness of unconsciousness, and you could sense that there was a light behind your eyelids. You didn’t open them quite yet, just to make sure you were really awake first. You became painfully aware of how heavy your body felt. Just moving your fingers and toes required all of your attention. You laid there, breathing deeply and slowly moving one muscle at a time to try and rouse your body. You felt soft sheets under your fingers, and you assumed you were on a bed of some sorts. It felt different than your own.

As you regained the ability to think in a somewhat straight line, you saw images of masked men, dark streets and pale angels flash behind your eyelids. Your stomach dropped into the mattress when you realized that your nightmare wasn’t entirely from your own imagination. The memories of the night before came flooding back to you as your adrenaline kicked in. You had been kidnapped in your own car. They made you drive to a vacant lot. Then they drugged you - which explained why your body weighed a million pounds - and took you away.

You pried your eyes open, and you were met with a white ceiling. It was light in the room; there must’ve been a window somewhere. You moved tentatively, making sure that you weren’t injured, and propped yourself up on your elbows. You were indeed laying on a bed with sky blue sheets, still in your clothes from the night before, minus your shoes. You saw no furniture aside from a chair in the corner farthest from the bed; just white walls and beige carpet. The window was covered by thin blue curtains, and sunshine showed through the transparent fabric.

You heard your name from your right, and your head snapped around to see someone standing in front of a door, his hand on the handle. Had he just walked in? You hadn’t heard it, but you didn’t care. You were struggling to get up, your heart settling out of relief.

“Oh my god, Jungkook,” you breathed.

“Noona, you’re awake,” your friend smiled at you, and you almost cried of happiness at the sight of his familiar face.

Jungkook crossed the room quickly and helped to pull you up from the bed. Your legs felt somewhat unsteady, but you didn’t mind. You threw your arms around his neck, holding him tightly, as if he’d disappear if you let go in the slightest. He returned the hug just as tight, resting his chin on your head. His shirt smelled faintly of gasoline.

It took you a while to find your voice, and you hadn’t realized you were crying until you had to clear your throat to speak. “I’m so happy to see you, I was terrified.”

“Don’t be, I’m here now,” he whispered as he petted your hair gently.

“What happened? Where am I?” you asked as you pulled away to look at his face. You quickly memorized his features, from his obsidian eyes to his rounded nose to his the curve of his upper lip. You didn’t want to forget that face in your confusion.

He wasn’t phased by your questions or tears as he took a hand to gently brush them away from your cheeks. “You’re in my friend’s house.”


“I can’t tell you that right now,” he said.

“What do you mean?” you furrowed your eyebrows. “What’s going on?”

He smiled gently and moved his hands to your shoulders. “Maybe you should sit down, noona.”

He didn’t give you much of an option, as he gingerly pushed you down so that you sat on the edge of the bed. You looked up at him, horribly confused. He got the chair from the corner and pulled it in front of you, and he sat on it backwards so that he could lean his arms on the back of it. He seemed a lot bigger than the last time you saw him, even though it was only a day ago. Or was it? You started to doubt it, since he seemed so much older. His movements were so unusually sure, and his aura of adolescence was completely erased.

“You must be very confused,” he said, and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

Confused was an understatement. You stared at him blankly for a minute before a horrific thought clicked in your brain: he was not your Jungkook.

Your Jungkook was an awkward boy who would always stand outside your personal bubble, and would never be so comfortable initiating physical contact. The Jungkook you knew, your Kookie, was cute and awkward and sweet. This one was not that same boy. He was a suave and confident man that was a total stranger to you. His smile showed no cheerful innocence, it was more of a knowing smirk. It sent a chill down your spine.

You leaned away from his touch when you came to your conclusion. “Jungkook,” you started, your voice quiet and shaky. “Are you one of them?”

“I forgot how smart you are,” He sighed and glanced at the floor before his black eyes focused back on you. “Yeah, I am.”

Your eyes widened. How was your friend associated with men who had kidnapped you? It made no sense. He was so sweet to you, you never got any bad vibes from him at all. Physically, he was the same, but you thought you were staring at an entirely new person.

“Who are you?” you whispered.

“I’m still Jeon Jungkook,” he told you. “I haven’t lied to you about anything. I just neglected to tell you about certain aspects of my life.”

You shook your head. “You tricked me. You got close to me on purpose.”

He frowned at you, as if he was hurt by your accusation. “Not in the beginning. I did genuinely want to be your friend. I liked you - I still do. But you became a target, and I had to carry out orders, it’s what I do,” he shifted in his chair to lean closer. “I wasn’t there last night, though. They didn’t hurt you at all, did they?”

You flinched when he reached out to touch your face, shrinking away from his hand. “Don’t touch me.”

“Please,” he said, dropping his arm. “You know I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“No, I don’t. I don’t know you.”

He sighed. “As long as I’m here, you aren’t going to be hurt, I can promise you that. This’ll all be over quickly if you just listen to me, okay?”

“Why am I here?” you asked. You didn’t care about his promise.

“Your father did some business with my friend, but didn’t pay him what he owed,” he explained. You could tell that he was choosing his words with careful deliberation. “No matter how much we persisted, he wouldn’t give up anything. We decided getting some leverage would be our best bet.”

“You’re going to ask for a ransom?” you blinked. He nodded, and you just grew more confused, your lips pulling down in a frown. “But my father is a good man, he wouldn’t do business with a criminal.”

“My friend isn’t a criminal, he-” he said, quickly and defensively. He caught himself and took a breath before he continued. “Your father may be a good man to you, but he’s still a politician, and there are things he wants to keep quiet to maintain his image. He hired my friend for some specific work on the side to, well.. Ensure that said things wouldn’t be revealed to the public. He promised a large sum of money if we were successful. And we went through a couple risks to do our job right, but we were never paid.”

You tried to let it sink in. You thought your dad was an honest man, with a pure past, but apparently you were wrong. What had he done that he needed to hire Jungkook and his friends to clean up after?

“How much did he owe?”

Jungkook bit his lip. “I don’t know the exact number, but I can surely say there were at least nine zeros, if not more.”

Your stomach dropped even more, and you were sure that it was out of your body at that point. Your parents were quite affluent, from your father’s job and your mother’s business, but even that was a lot to pay. No wonder the men last night had said they didn’t have interest in your money - you didn’t even have that much in all of your personal accounts combined. He couldn’t have known that the man he did business with - Jungkook’s friend - was some sort of lunatic that would kidnap you to get his money.

“Have my parents been contacted yet?”

“No,” he responded. “We made sure that they’d be out of town for long enough to ensure our operation would go smoothly enough and we can devise a safe plan. Your mother had to leave the country this afternoon to check on a chain in America, and your father is being held up in meetings for the week. Once they both return, they’ll be notified of what we want.”

Your jaw dropped at that. Was it really going to be a week until they were home? You couldn’t do that. “You need to call them now, Jungkook. Call them so I can go home.”

“I’m not in charge of that,” he shrugged. “I’d say talk to the boss, but he’s out right now. Besides, it isn’t smart to try and negotiate with him.”

You wanted to protest again, but no words came out of your mouth when you opened it. Your throat had closed up, and your vision was blurred by tears welling up in your eyes. The realization set in that you were going to be held captive for at least a week until your parents got home and got the call that you were in the clutches of some dangerous felons. Everything was happening too quickly - you had been taken away in the night, Jihoo was probably dead, and nobody knew where you were - and you felt completely overwhelmed. Your brain had to process everything too quickly, and it felt like it had just stopped and refused to accept the information. All you could do in the moment was cry. So that’s what you did.

Jungkook recognized your distress, and he hesitated before he slid off of the chair and sat next to you, wrapping his arms around you. You pushed against him at first, because you didn’t want that traitor anywhere near you. All the trust you had built up with him, all the snack runs, late night texts and early morning study sessions fell down the drain. But he was persistent and held you anyways, gently rocking you back and forth. You felt like a helpless child as you cried against his chest, staining his shirt with your tears. You would’ve been embarrassed if you had the emotional capacity. But Jungkook didn’t seem to mind as he soothed you and murmured quietly as your sobs died down.

“Don’t worry, everything will be okay,” he repeated in your ear. “You just have to stay here for a few days until we work everything out. Nobody here wants to hurt you in the slightest.”

“How do you know that?” you whined. You doubted that a bunch of criminals would just leave you alone; they probably had something to hate you for.

“Because if they even thought about it, I’d take their asses out. You’re still my friend.”

You pulled away from him and sniffled. Despite the pain of him keeping his gang affiliation a secret to you, you felt somewhat comforted by the fact that he was there with you. Having a face that you knew around and the fact that he was willing to protect you would keep you from going crazy.

“You look kinda pale,” he pointed out abruptly. “It’s been at least ten hours since you’ve eaten, let’s go get you some food.”

The idea sent another wave of fear through you. You didn’t know what to expect outside the bedroom door, and you started to shake your head in dissent. But again, you didn’t have much of a say in the matter, since Jungkook was already up and pulling on your wrist to lead you out into the hallway. You dragged your feet as you left the nearly empty, carpeted bedroom for hardwood floors. The hallway was quite wide, with bare walls and doors on both your left and right, which you imagined held rooms similar to the one you had woken up in. It widened at the end to a large landing, and you saw some stairs descending. You were pulled towards them, still against your will. Jungkook held your hand as you walked down them with him, and you could feel the drug finally wearing off as you moved more. However, due to that and the promise of food, you grew aware of your hunger. Eating something sounded even more interesting as you reached the bottom of the staircase and started towards the kitchen. A wall hid your view, but you could hear loud and animated voices inside. Jungkook let go of your hand and walked ahead of you to poke his head around the corner. Your heart sped up a little as you heard the conversation halt.

“She’s up,” he said.

“Bring her in, hyung made dinner before he left,” a cheery voice responded. You thought you had heard it before - probably last night.

Jungkook turned back around and took your hand again to pull you into the kitchen. You were slow to enter it, nearly shaking as your nerves took over once again. You stood behind Jungkook with your shoulders hunched as you felt the people in the room watching you. You brought your eyes up from the floor carefully to look at the men in the kitchen, expecting some burly, mean looking characters that you saw in action movies. Instead, there were three men, all in their twenties, lounging against the counters. As you took in their features, your heart stopped as you recognized another face. The handsome barista from the university grinned widely when you stared at him with a bewildered expression.

“Are you surprised to see me here?” Taehyung asked. His tone was as playful as it had been the other day.

You nodded mutely, unable to look away from him. Had he been instructed to get close to you, as Jungkook had? You began to wonder how intricate the whole operation was just to get to you. These guys were more organized than you originally imagined.

You caught movement out of the corner of your eye, and you tore your gaze away from Taehyung to look at the other two in the room. One was a bit shorter but just as good looking as his friends, with faded orange hair, a slim nose and large eyes that stared at you in curiosity. His head was cocked a bit to the side as he studied you as if you were a math problem. You shrank further behind Jungkook’s back when you made eye contact with him, unsure of his intentions. You switched your gaze to the other man next to him. He had black hair that hung in his eyes, full lips and sharp cheekbones. When your eyes met his, he broke into a large smile and you could’ve sworn that the universe stopped in that moment. His grin was so pure and bright that it made the entire room light up. You didn’t know if it made you feel better or worse. He got up off of the counter and moved towards you, and you straightened out your spine instinctively.

“I’m Hoseok,” he greeted cheerfully. “Sorry for scaring you last night.”

You made the connection, and labelled him as the one that sat in the passenger seat and gave you directions. He no longer seemed so intimidating, standing in front of you with a smile that could outshine any star in the sky.

He didn’t falter when you didn’t respond. “You had a pretty rough couple of hours, huh? Don’t worry, though, Jin hyung made you some food before he left earlier, it’ll help you relax.”

You frowned. “Kim Seokjin?”

“Yeah,” he said as he went to the stove and took the lid off of a pot. “Jimin, you know staring isn’t polite.”

The orange haired boy - Jimin, as Hoseok had said - blinked quickly and smiled at you, his eyes scrunching up as he did so.

“Sorry, Y/N,” he apologized. “I didn’t mean it in a rude way.”

You were a bit perturbed that he knew your name, but you assumed that they all knew who you were. You were more upset at the thought of the handsome chef from your favorite restaurant being in the same category as the rest of the men in the room. You had been wrong about so many things, and you were still trying to wrap your mind around the whole situation, and it was starting to give you a headache. You hardly even noticed when Hoseok approached you again, this time with two bowls of ramen in his hands.

“Let’s go eat this at the table,” he said before he walked past you and the island in the middle of the kitchen into the connected dining room.

You followed him as the others got their own bowls, and you were lead to a large table with eight chairs. Hoseok set the food down and pulled a chair out, gesturing for you to take a seat. You nodded to thank him as you sat down and picked up the chopsticks in front of you, glancing at the contents of the bowl. Hoseok took the seat to your left, and soon after Jungkook occupied the one on your right. Jimin and Taehyung followed after him, bickering about who got more ramen.

“You’re such a pig, you should save some for everyone else,” Taehyung said.

Jimin nudged him with his elbow. “I am not, I got just as much as you.”

“You liar, you clearly got more,” the taller boy shot back.

“I think Jungkook has more than both of you combined,” Hoseok joked as he gestured to the other boy’s bowl, overflowing with ramen. “Is that enough for you?”

“I’m still growing,” Jungkook said as he lifted noodles into his open mouth.

“Maybe if Jiminie had eaten as much as you, he wouldn’t be so short,” Taehyung snorted.

“Hey, not funny!” Jimin jabbed his friend with his chopsticks.

They all laughed, and you just looked at them in awe. Here they were, holding you captive, and they were acting as if they had invited you over for a get together. Just last night, one of them - you believed it was Jimin - was holding a gun to your head, but now he was pouting as he ate food that Seokjin, who was inherently a kidnapper as well, had cooked for the five of you. Despite your chemically induced coma, you started to feel tired again.

“Y/N, you haven’t touched it,” Hoseok interjected with a frown.

“I don’t think I’m that hungry,” you mumbled.

“At least try and eat a little bit,” he moved your food closer to you. “You’ll get sick if you don’t eat anything.”

You really didn’t care if you did get sick at that point, but you sighed and complied. The ramen tasted delicious, and you could definitely tell that Seokjin had made it. You continued to take small bites as you listened to the boys’ conversation about some movie you hadn’t seen, but it once again derailed into some other irrelevant topic. You felt so awkward sitting at their table, unable to join in their conversation. You were completely out of place there, and it made you feel even worse than you had when you woke up.

As they were engrossed in a debate, you heard a door down the hall open and close. There was a bit of shuffling and muffled voices that you strained to hear, but they were drowned out by Hoseok countering Jimin’s claim that one superhero was better than the one he liked. They only stopped talking when the newcomers entered the room.

“Oh, you’re back,” Jimin greeted them with his mouth full of ramen.

You saw Seokjin removing his chef’s jacket and setting it on the back of a chair, and he smiled at you sweetly. Your forehead creased - why was everyone acting so normal? There you were, surrounded by mostly strangers who had kidnapped you not 15 hours ago, and they pretended like it wasn’t even a big deal. It was beginning to piss you off.

Next to him was another man you hadn’t seen before. He was tall and lean, dressed in a black suit. His impeccably styled hair was blond, but the sides and his roots were dark brown. It wasn’t hard to tell by the way he carried himself that he was in charge, and the way he looked at you made you want to crawl under the table. His gaze was piercing, and he studied you for a moment before he rolled his shoulders and and addressed the others at the table.

“I hope you didn’t eat everything,” he commented, shooting an accusatory glance at Jungkook.

The dark haired man next to you shook his head and pointed his chopsticks towards the kitchen. “No, there’s still enough for you three in there.”

“I made more than enough for everyone, Namjoon,” Seokjin said as he checked something on his phone. “Yoongi, are you hungry?”

“Starving,” a third man chimed in from the hall.

You suddenly lost any appetite that you might have had, because the deep voice was all too familiar. You watched as Suga himself walked into the dining room, shrugging off his green army jacket. He tossed it onto the island and ran a hand through his hair before he turned his pale face toward you. One side of his mouth slowly drew up in a smirk, and you started to wish that either of you would magically disappear.

“Good to see you awake,” the angel-faced producer commented casually.

You didn’t respond, and you only looked down at the table. You felt his eyes stay on you as he took a seat directly across from you, and you knew that your cheeks were growing red. Of course he had to be there, and of course you had to think about the night you spent with him at the sound of his voice. You regretted ever setting foot in that bar two nights ago.

Jin sat next to him, and you knew that he had watched the exchange since he was looking at you with raised brows. Namjoon returned from the kitchen with two bowls of ramen, setting one in front of Suga - or Yoongi, which you guessed was his birth name. A heavy silence had fallen upon the room, and it was almost suffocating. It seemed like nobody moved or spoke for an eternity, just looking back and forth between each other waiting for something to happen. You had half a mind to take your chopsticks and shove them into your eyes to get out of the painful situation.

The silence was broken by Hoseok clearing his throat. “So,” he said, pulling a tense smile. “How was everyone’s day?”

Chapter 5

I’ve always had a bit of a problem with the saying, “Gay rights is the NEW Civil Rights movement.” It almost feels like a micro-aggression because unintended or not, it quietly suggests that the Black Civil Rights movement is somehow done and over with.

And while I realize there are black people who are also queer, this “new” saying strikes me as appropriative and slightly dismissive, because I most often hear this from WHITE members of the Lgbtq community who are usually centering whiteness or white queers.

Audre Lorde, a queer black woman, once said that there is no hierarchy of oppression, and I agree. Intersectionality matters, and ultimately, Civil Rights are basic human rights and as such, that necessarily makes it a very big, inclusive tent. 

But still…there is a kind of erasure that occurs when I hear white people proudly make this declaration. Just like with that movie Stone Wall, it doesn’t feel like they are even dimly aware of non-white Lgbtq people when I hear many white Lgbtq people say, “Gay rights is the NEW Civil Rights movement!“ 

I guess it’s just that with everything that’s happening today, with all the anti-blackness still going on in America…from the Supreme Court gutting the Voting Rights Act and all but repealing Affirmative Action, to the state sanctioned murders of Travon Martin, Tamir Rice, Eric Garner, Sandra Bland, Samuel DeBose, to the assault at Spring Valley High, to blatant White Supremacy on the campus of the University of Missouri…with all that and more, it’s plain to me that the BLACK Civil Rights struggle of the 1960s has never ended.

I think when white guys think of affirmative action and equal hiring, they think that means “hiring incompetent people.” They imagine these offices filled with people of color who don’t know what a spreadsheet is, women staring blankly at computers and tentatively batting at the keyboard, gay people smearing paint on the walls with both hands

Companies lose millions of dollars due to hiring basically human cats. Cities grind to a halt. The International Space Station plunges into the sea. WE’VE MADE A TERRIBLE MISTAKE WE SHOULD HAVE HIRED A WHITE MAN

Trust Is A Tool For Control

Summary: In the direct aftermath of Tukson’s murder, Emerald is left wondering why Cinder doesn’t seem to trust her anymore. 7,481 words because I need jesus.

Notes/Trigger Warnings: Mercury/Emerald/Cinder threesome, implied partial mind control (explanation here), needle play, light bondage, fucked up power imbalances. If any of those things seem like they’d make you uncomfortable I’d advise skipping this one.

You can also read this on AO3! 

One good thing about Mercury was that, despite his grating personality, he never hogged the blankets.

The aloof act didn’t suit him at all. Ever since they were kids, Mercury was the clingy one, the one who wanted the most affection and demanded it constantly. She knew it bothered him when she struck out on her own, keeping his tongue clamped tight between his teeth when she rolled in at 2AM and the other two pretended not to wonder where she had been.

Lately he’d taken to following her when he could. Like most things between them, it became an arms race— how long could she dodge his tail? How subtly could he stalk her? Even then, most days she ‘won’, since he couldn’t go for very long without letting her know how successful he had been. He’d blow his cover to goad her into a reaction, either negative or positive, just as long as she was paying attention to him.

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The guys living in the large tent structure behind Doreen and T have been at this spot for as long as I’ve been showing up on Towne Avenue. At first, as we were playing around they were angry about the camera and, after this photo, we had to stop photographing in this spot. Doreen left to attend to her needs a half block away on 5th street, which left me and T to our own devices for a period of about twenty minutes. As we stood, I witnessed something that I found to be one of the most absurdly beautiful, haunting, bizarre, tragic and incomprehensible scenes I’ve witnessed in my life. I can’t explain the reasons for its occurrence, or my reaction, so I’ll just relate the event.
Along Towne Avenue, pictured in some of the photos in this series behind Doreen as she smokes out of her pipe and eats strawberries, is a tent that doesn’t quite hug the wall it sits in front of. Visible between the tent and the wall was a woman of color, very dark skinned, the sun shining on her in the slanting late afternoon light, creating a glow and shine on her back. She sat on the pavement, partially concealed by her tent, slumped over, seemingly passed out and didn’t move or change position for the entire time I hung out with Doreen and friends.
After Doreen walked off for a few, T and I stood, enjoying the beautiful late afternoon vibe and the presence of peace on the block in these moments. Further toward 6th, more crowded and volatile on this day, nearer to 5th, our spot, another world.
As we stood, two white males appeared, looking a bit unusual but not alarming….one looked like a guy in his mid to late thirties, artistic, a bowler hat and open shirt, attractively trimmed dark beard….Silver Lake style….and the other, an older guy, nondescript, that I could imagine shopping in a Ralph’s Supermarket with his wife or walking through Skid Row looking for trouble….a modern paradox.
Both guys walked over to the woman who still sat, slumped in a complete stupor. The bearded guy hunkered down next to her, talking conversationally with the other guy.
He withdrew a syringe and another substance, and began the process of preparing the drug to load into the syringe. T stood with his back to the scene and I tried to ignore what was going on, feigning disinterest. T kept his back turned, although he was aware.
I assumed he would inject himself, but he didn’t. He loaded the syringe and instead, pushed the needle into the back of the slumped woman’s neck and began to very slowly push the drug through the syringe. It was obvious that he was very experienced and I saw his pale hands against the woman’s glowing, dark skin, pushing slowly and carefully, needle sticking in her neck, both guys smiling and talking about nothing in particular. This image has remained with me….I didn’t photograph it for obvious reasons…besides potential safety issues, it was one of the most intensely personal, intimate, and possibly illegal activities I’ve ever witnessed. I can’t say for sure what was loaded into the barrel of the syringe, but I am entitled to take a guess. Antibiotics? Heroin?Methadone? The woman never moved, and, after about ten minutes, they walked off. The woman stayed, never moving once or speaking. She stayed in the same position for the hour or so that I remained.
T turned at one point, saw what was going on with the two white guys, the syringe, and the woman, and turned quickly away, without visibly reacting or mentioning the occurrence. When I returned a few days later, the woman’s tent was gone and the large tent pictured in the background was completely burned out. Instead of the white wall pictured, it is now stained black and gray from the intense fire that must’ve burned at some time in the few days I wasn’t in the area, leaving a massive blackened plume imprinted on the wall. All that remains are black and gray ashes, ground into the pavement where the tent once stood.

ovicati  asked:

Hello. Just wanted to let you know that I love your recs. Thank you! I have a weird favor to ask though. Can you make a Cherik rec list that's Charles-centric or only Charles-POV ? A single POV is actually quite rare but I find it more enjoyable personally. I prefer angst, pining and heartbreaks to color me blue. Samples include No Longer in Silence by Black-Betty's, Sub Rosa by Tahariel, and Tuesday by Sperare. Predominantly 1-POV and full of angst. Please and thank you very much!

First, I just want to say I am so, so sorry for how long this took! Thank you to ovicati for being so lovely and being so patient with me. This was a hard list to make because it’s honestly difficult to remember which fics are which POV, and I’m afraid I had to stick with ones I’ve read multiple times and therefore could remember more readily. I hope there’s something you haven’t read on here yet, but I’d also like to open this post for suggestions!

Time to Grow by zarah5 (M, 21k) 
In which you’ll find chess dates which aren’t dates (or maybe Charles is wrong about that). – Based on First Class, this turns (slightly) AU during the beach scene.
Ending’s Comment: Pretty much canon compliant. Erik and Charles start tentatively meeting up. Angsty but not melodramatic, and extremely lovely.

Divergence Day by manic_intent (M, 28k)
The room that Charles is held in is simple, and underground, a concrete bunker of a place hewn into a cube, with a simple white cot for a bed. There’s a small black and white television set, plugged to the wall within hand’s reach of the bed, and an ensuite bathroom attached to the chamber. They’re somewhere in the Nevada desert, as far as Charles dimly remembers, one of Erik’s many boltholes. There’s no one else in the entire facility, and Erik’s mind is closed to Charles from the helmet. The silence is both blissful and excruciating.
Ending’s Comment: A what-if fic set post-DOFP. Erik kills everyone at the White House (including Raven). This obviously changes everything. (The epilogue is in Erik’s POV but everything else is Charles’)

Made To Be Broken by Yahtzee (E, 18k) 
Charles makes a New Year’s Resolution: “No more straight men,” Charles repeated as he began scrolling through the apartment directory for Emma’s name. “No more futility. No more pointless hoping and heartbreak. In 2013, I never want to hear the words ‘exception,’ ‘experimenting’ or ‘phase.’ If, God forbid, I hear ‘bicurious’ even once, I may take a hostage.” Then he goes into the party, and Erik is there.
Ending’s Comment: Charles is hesitant to hope for a relationship with Erik who is straight…. or is he? Not as angsty as you may like, but it pulled my heartstrings, anyway.

The stars incline us, they do not bind us by ikeracity, Pangea (E, 162k)
Intergalactic Federation pilot Lieutenant Charles Xavier is assigned last-minute to a high profile mission: transporting over two thousand prison inmates from an old and overfilled prison complex to a newer, higher-capacity prison stronghold located on the outer reaches of the galaxy. Just as he’s settling down for a long and uneventful ride, things take a turn for the worse after the inmates riot and stage a hostile takeover of the ship, leaving Charles to find himself at the complete mercy of cold-blooded killers and facing the chilling prospect that he might not ever make it back home alive.
Ending’s Comment: This fic ruined me. Tight Charles-only POV of course, but still manages to develop Erik very well. Make sure to check warnings and tags!

A Logical Progression by cloudyjenn (M, 17k) 
Erik and Charles were only together once before doubt and fear ground their romance to a halt. But once was apparently all it took. Now Charles is dealing with a pretty crappy secondary mutation, a brand new career teaching mini-mutants and a stubbornly overprotective Erik. This is the story of how Charles and Erik got from Point A to Point B and what they collected along the way.
Ending’s Comment: I get a kick out of the Charles has a secondary mpreg mutation trope, and this one is done well with tons of pining. 

All the King’s Man by Pookaseraph (E, 64k)
In an effort to get out from under the thumb of his step-father, Charles chooses to become a courtesan for several minor nobles in King Erik’s court. It is not long before he attracts the eye of the young king, and the Cardinal who holds the young king’s ear. Charles spends months working to secure his place as King Erik’s favorite and to regain his father’s title of Merchant Prince. Charles hopes to disprove the old adage that once you enter the king’s bed, you have nowhere to go but down.
Ending’s Comment: A/O universe. Though Erik is the king, this is very much Charles’ story. I love his political machinations and his relationship with Emma. Due to the intense focus on Charles, Erik seemed a bit flat, but I enjoyed this nonetheless! Angst for days!

To Rattle the Stars by GQD, Pangea (E, 71k)
All his life Charles has chafed at the bonds of gravity that hold him bound to tiny and backwater Montressor, more at home in the sky on his solar surfer than on the ground, where he’s stuck working at his stepfather’s inn. His heart and soul yearn for the stars, and it’s his dream to one day be a spacer and sail across the cosmos on adventure.The opportunity comes sooner than he ever imagined one night when a ship crash-lands on the inn’s front doorstep, carrying a dying pirate with a mysterious map and a dire warning: beware the cyborg.
Ending’s Comment: Perhaps not as overall angsty as you might like, but definitely has some heart-twisting moments. Plus great humor and lovely space metaphors (hell yeah)

it’s like one of us woke up by kaydeefalls (T, 25k) 
“You came here for me,” Charles said, meeting Shaw’s gaze levelly. “So let’s not waste any more time.” Canon!AU in which Charles and Erik do find Shaw in Russia.
Ending’s Comment: Ripped my heart out. Better than XMFC to be honest, haha.

lay down beside me (so still and so soft) by C_Gracewood (E, 53k)
A different take on the events of the film.
Ending’s Comment: Heavily focused on the sexual relationship between Charles and Erik, but definitely extremely angsty. Set in canon.


I really want to open this post up for suggestions. Any Charles-only POV fics full of angst that anyone recommends? I know we tend to frown upon writers reccing their own fics, but I think they remember which POV they wrote in better than a reader might, so please feel free to offer your own too!