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redvexillum · 26 days ago

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OKAY. DEEP BREATHS.

This whole story is a fever dream of intensity and longing, and I’m living for every scorching, boundary-pushing second of it. Alastor and Vox? Iconic. Duo. The way they’re like, “we’ll fight over her, but ultimately, she gets everything she wants”?? The vibe is vibing, and I can't get enough!

Alastor kneeling in this, all smug and unholy, like he’s about to savour a five-course meal (aka you)? I’m fanning myself. And that line — “It’s your birthday and yet I’m the one sitting down to feast!” — GIRL, my soul left my body! Alastor's hunger, the intensity, the shameless indulgence… it’s sending me!! And Vox, sore-loser and moody, adding just the right tension — you can feel his frustration melting into something hotter, but he's still all possessive and tender and OMG it’s perfection.

And that bubble bath?? Yes, please. I can see Vox all indulgent and amused, the perfect picture of someone who would handle the aftermath with care, and the little detail of Alastor swapping out the bedding in the other room?! Ugh, it’s too much — this is exactly the post-battlefield sweetness we love!

And then they’re back to their bickering (literal power couple energy)—and YES, I am here for this possessive back-and-forth. They both know they’re part of your night, but the way each one wants to claim exactly what part of your pleasure is theirs? It’s almost as if they’re trying to outdo each other in devotion and affection—and it’s hilarious, sexy, and endearing all at once!

I ALSO ALMOST DIEEEDDDDD when Alastor snuck in, undressing and just slotting right into the tub like it's his rightful place next to you, and Vox trying to not act annoyed but practically vibrating with jealousy? I’m positively melting. That little back-and-forth, the competitive kisses like they’re daring each other, and you just giggling in the middle of all that macho intensity? It’s SO GOOD. Literal fanfiction heaven—the balance of humor, tension, and just downright longing between the three of you!!

And then, the bickering climax (yes, pun intended), when you just silence them both by taking matters into your own hands—oh my gosh, YES. Alastor’s instant submission as he lets you lead and Vox joining in to spice it up with those bite marks?! I cannot breathe. UGH, it’s just PERFECTION.

The final touches? That tender, sleepy ending, both of them wishing you a happy birthday in those sweet, possessive voices, it’s….beyond words. This is officially my new comfort read. Thank you for blessing us with this absolute masterpiece.

RadioStatic x FReader

CW: Smut, oral, cunnilingus, erotic electrostimulation, aftercare.

Birthday Treats!

Alastor knelt on the ground at your feet, looking up at you, wide grin on his face. Vox held you tightly to his chest, hands wrapped around you. Alastor leaned forward and licked his lips, breathing in the musky scent of you with an eager abandon that made his cock twitch, his trousers stretching to desperately try and accommodate his throbbing insistence.

“My, my, it’s your birthday and yet I am the one sitting down to feast!” with a look on his face like that cat that caught the canary... And it was correct wasn’t it? You were his little bird after all.

“Fucking get on with it,” Vox said. They had flipped coins, heads got to play and tails made to watch and Vox had lost. He had demanded a rematch and was rejected. You had giggled at their antics, and both had swiftly crumbled at the sound, seeking your attention once more.

Alastor ran his hands up your bare legs and spread them wider, taking in the sight of your glistening sex, drenched and waiting for him. He felt almost sympathetic as it seemed to almost weep for him, crying out in such loud need his cock was aching to answer, but he ignored it... The was about you after all, your birthday, your gift, and this is what you had asked for... Not his greed

You had wanted both Alastor and Vox and regardless of the status of their friendship or amimosity, and despite all the arguing and tension between the men, they loved you, and they would ensure you always got what you wanted.

Vox cupped your face in his hands, thumbs stroking your cheekbones as he gazes into your eyes, the static pop on your tongue as he kisses you deeply.

Smirking as you whine into his mouth as you feel a wet stripe licked up your hot throbbing labia, spreading them open with the force of his deft tongue making you moan so long and low, your hips bucking into his face making him groan in approval.

You would be pleading right now if Vox wasn’t occupying your mouth, you gasp at the sting as you feel him pinch your nipple and cry out, unable to help yourself as you feel Alastor’s lips wrap around your clit with a strong suck, flicking it with he tip of his pointed tongue, moaning at the sounds you make, causing you to whine as the vibrations and statics fizzes right through your already twitching cunt.

Feeling Alastor dip down again, trailing his pointed tongue back down through your cunt, never breaking contact to plunge it as deep as possible inside your dripping aching core, your legs quiver in his hands, he feels the tendons go taut under his fingers as you strain against the restraint.

Vox muttering praise on your lips, hands cupping your tits as he makes the most of the unoccupied parts of you in his sore loser attitude, trying to distract you from Alastor... Which if Alastor wasn’t just as devious as Vox, it might’ve worked.

Alastor licked and sucked at you, taking in the taste of your slick as he drank from the source. He moaned at the taste, too long tongue caressing and twisting inside your writhing body, before sliding up to torment your swollen throbbing clit, his own cock trying to force him to shred his own clothes and take you.

You moan and arch against Vox as he holds you firmly, laying back against his chest. Large, strong hands caressed and gripped your breasts, kneading them, tracing patterns on them. At times bright blue claws pinched and tugged at your erect nipples as the static of his screen buzzed and made you hair stick to it and he keeps your head tilted up to him, dominating your mouth as he ruts his own leaking hardness against your back, just begging for you to give in and let him have you.

Alastor’s tongue slipped into your opening once more as he notices your languid distraction, worked at your tight clutching hole, spreading you wider over the muscle, moaning at the thought at how tight you’d strangle his cock if this is how you felt around his tongue. The thought nearly makes him come undone in his trousers.

Your back arched as you feel a surge of static forced through you and moaned as he replaced his tongue with one finger, then another, working your slick desperate opening as he nibbled at your clit making your moans get so loud Vox has to withdraw a little from the kiss to let you breathe and he glares as Alastor nastily.

Winding you tighter and tighter until you thought it wasn’t possible to tense anymore, your legs ached as you try to close them around Alastor’s head, but his firm grip kept you so wide open you blush in shame at how exposed you are, idly you realise Alastor seems to have too many hands, before noticing the texture difference... It’s tentacles holding you open, pinning you right where Alastor wants you as he gorges himself on your begging greedy little cunt.

You start twitching in Vox’s arms, trying to escape as your suddenly burn and it’s all too much and not enough all at once, and you’re almost screaming as you writhe, itching, there’s itching and you find yourself suddenly grinding blindly down on the tongue inside you.

A hard pinch and zap on your nipples as you suddenly crash like a wave, screaming and bucking, hands finding purchase on something long and hard, brittle like bone as your slick sprays from you with such force as fast as Alastor tries to drink it he still gets drenched, all over his face, eyes closed as he relishes in you coming undone for him.

You feel a wet spot appearing on your back and Vox’s tense muscled neck so taught in front for you begging for your teeth as you realise he’s still cumming, you sink your teeth right there and the sound he makes along with the lazy laps at your cunt Alastor is still administering, despite your twitching overstimulation is nearly enough to make you cum again.

Vox moans your name. “Fuck Babydoll, you’re something else.”

You whine, a sensation of bliss enveloping you and your head goes hazy as Alastor finishes licking you clean.

A muddled discussion goes on over your head as he towers over you, you clearly see him adjusting his cock in his trousers and you whimper at the sight of his formidable bulge, and almost beg him to take you right now, your core throbbing and glistening, but you’re too exhausted.

You feel as Vox scoops you up and carries you to the bathroom, legs hanging limp and body spent.

He set you on the counter, making sure you’re steady and starts preparing the bath, turning on the water to fill the large tub. He rummaged through Alastor’s cabinet before finding some bubble bath that he didn’t hate the smell of. He wouldn’t say it was great either, but it would suffice to do the job either way.

Vox stripped, and smirks as he watches your eyes drinking in his body coming into view, peeling his wet sticky trousers from his waist and giving you a wink at the state it was in as you feel your cheeks heat.

He’d clearly spent himself in his trousers from the sight of you cumming and the feel of you writhing against him, the wetness on your back seems more like a beacon of awareness now that you have evidence of what it is.

Vox picks you back up not letting you do any work and slipping into the water, idly aware of the sound of the bedding being replaced in the other room.

Bubbles tickled your nose as you rested against Vox’s warm comforting chest.

“You were so good for us sugar, you feel so good against me, you always do, I never want to part from you... Happy Birthday Babydoll.”

You are yet to be able to find your voice after such an intense orgasm and nod weakly, his chest shaking under your head he chuckles, heart thumping in your ear as you kiss it, thanking him, and his expression softens, eyes going so soft you almost melt, becoming one with the bathwater, he tilts your chin up with his claw, helpfully, smiling down as he gives you a chaste kiss, as sweet you have no idea how you’re still solid matter right now.

“Al, you going to join us?” Vox yells as he runs his hands up and down your arms under the water, controlling himself from getting carried away, and needing that prick here as a buffer lest he loses the tenuous grip he has in his control, wanting to lavish you with attention again and again... Never wanting to stop.

“Changing the bedding.” Alastor grumbled as he popped into the bathroom with a glass of ice water. “For you,” He specified, helping you take the glass gently, pressing a quick cheeky kiss to your lips too as mischievous smile on his face as your whimper for him again, tasting yourself even from such quick contact.

“Where the fuck’s mine?” Vox whined.

“You don’t need it. She does.” Alastor says primly. “Besides you’re perfectly capable of getting your own.

“Fuck you!” Vox yelled, hand exploding out of the water to flip Al off drenching your head in the process making you whine and slap his chest making both men laugh.

Alastor returns throwing the soiled bedding in the hamper and stripping off his own clothes swiftly, your eyes glued below his waist... How is his cock still hard? You wonder.

Alastor clearly has no intention as he slides into the tub with a hiss from the heat, his antlers shrinking back down and Vox allows Alastor to slide up your end of the tub, wrapping himself against you, even though it means enduring being in Vox’s arms too.

A compromise that brightens Vox’s screen exponentially, it was obvious how much of a soft spot he has for the deer demon.

You giggle as they take turns competitively peppering you with kisses, Vox’s screen awkwardly bumping against Alastor and earning a shove from him with a growl.

You laugh as they eye each other.

“You’re welcome for the orgasm Babydoll.”

“What do *you* mean, ‘you’re welcome’? *I* made our little Princess cum.” Alastor growls, his fingers wrapping around your hips possessively ignoring how Vox’s arms tense around you both.

“It was me zapping her that pushed her over the edge.”

“She was about to cum anyway, I did all the work, you’re just trying to steal the glory.”

“That, or you’re too ashamed to admit you needed the boost up old man.”

“Oh you insufferab-... Mmmmpfff fuccck.”

You silence their bickering as you wrap your hand around Alastor’s throbbing cock, preventing further arguments as his hips instinctively rut into your hand with a groan, sliding his cock through your fingers, his body sliding against Vox’s and the sight of Al like that distracts, Vox perfectly too, as he takes advantage to lick and bite Alastor’s neck just how he likes, tilting his head obediently, more submissive than you’ve ever seen him.

You tighten your fingers around his shaft, letting Alastor control the pace just holding him as you allow him to rut himself to completion,

When he’s done and breathing slows, he launches himself at you, grabbing your face and slamming his lips to yours in a furious kiss.

His tongue delving... Teeth clashing as Vox enjoys the show, stroking both of your backs as your tongues dance.

Taking a moment before joining the kiss himself as you three enjoy a sloppy make out session which eventually slows to something more languid, your tongue tingling from the static energy of both media demons.

Finally parting you’re pressed into Vox’s chest once more...

As you find yourself drifting off to sleep, trusting them to care for your body and get you somewhere dried off and warm you hear them both speak.

“Happy Birthday, My Darling.”

“Happy Birthday, Babydoll.”

(a Very happy (belated) birthday to @lunarmango)

And special thanks to @redfoxwritesstuff for helping me with the outline while I was too ill to do so myself 💜💜

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shatouto · 4 years ago

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YOUR BABY VADER IS SO GOOD I NEED TO GIVE HIM ALL THE HUGS. please tell me he gets like. a weighted blanket or soft clothes. or! or! or! anakin and obi-wan go to the market because nobody knows that anakin was vader, and anakin gets some nice clothes in pretty colors and theyre very soft and he gets some ingredients for cooking and droid parts to play with and everything is nice and good for him

GOSH thank you!!! aww i love that idea sO MUCH just reading your prompt makes me feel warm fuzzy inside. im not sure which baby vader you’re referring to (because there are so many of them in my wips and i love it) but i’ll assume this is the au ive been writing with @obiwanobi. so pls enjoy this near 2k of tooth-rotting fluff; i took some liberties

who likes sweet things

The clinic smells like bacta, as clinics do. But instead of sterile durasteel walls, the floors are carpeted and the walls are painted and the windows are curtained and everything is multicolored and joyful. Across from Anakin sits a healer - a kindly woman, very small in stature, with large, gentle eyes, wispy hair and pointed ears. She chats happily with Obi-Wan while working in tandem with the medical droid to secure the prosthetic to Anakin’s elbow.

“...disheartening, isn’t it?” She chirps, her three-fingered hands deftly fastening bolts around the cap and manipulating the droid to screw down the simple plating. “I can’t count the number of innocent civilians who have come here to fit a new limb. Just last week, I constructed an entire exoskeleton for this young lady. Poor girl, so young.”

“That is so good of you. I am glad for the young lady to find you. She came to the right place.” Obi-Wan smiles. “Those of us who have some sense all know Healer Saada’s prostheses are of the highest quality in all of Coruscant.”

“Ah, young man. Flattery gets you nowhere. Have you learned nothing as a youngling?” Saada shakes her head at the Jedi, then turns her great eyes to Anakin, ears perking. “And you. You’re a rather quiet boy, aren’t you?”

Anakin presses his lips into a tight, blanched line. This woman may not be a Jedi any longer, but she is not Force-blind. He glances to Obi-Wan, breaths bated.

Obi-Wan rests a hand on his shoulder. “He’s quite shy, Healer Saada. Please do not worry.”

“Oh, poor thing.” The healer hops onto a moving droid. It rolls towards the counter, where she sorts out some bottles while asking, seemingly in an absent-minded manner, “Where did he come from?”

Anakin catches his gaze the moment Obi-Wan looks at him. Obi-Wan parts his lips, as if ready to lie.

“Tatooine,” Anakin mutters.

Astonishment freezes across Obi-Wan’s face, and Anakin turns away. The admission isn’t for her, though he supposes he doesn’t mind her knowing. She’s just a person. She doesn’t even know his name, or what he has done, or what the dead Sith Lord has made Anakin do to earn his demise. Obi-Wan does.

“So far away!” the healer comments lightly, turning around with a soft smile. “What a great trip you must have made.”

“Indeed he did. He lives here now,” Obi-Wan clarifies. Anakin opens his hand, and the healer places a stretchy ball in it. She instructs him to practice squeezing it to get used to the new artificial limb, before sending them off.

They exit the clinic and out under a vast starlit sky. Gentle winds whirl overhead as they climb into their speeder, heading for the usual park where Anakin takes his walk. The night has gotten cold, yet the darkness is unusually diluted. As they pass by downtown, music wafts up alongside the scent of butter and frying oil. Anakin looks down to see a sea of lights over a town square, and colorful awnings draped over kiosks of all sorts. There seem to be many people there, eating, laughing, hand in hand. He eyes them closely, fingers tightening on the side door of the speeder.

“It’s a celebration, Anakin,” Obi-Wan supplies, as they come to a stoplight. Anakin turns around, and his heartbeat ratchets up when Obi-Wan reaches over to brush a lock of hair from his forehead.

“What are they celebrating?”

“Harvest season. It’s an old tradition, I’ll give you that. Coruscant barely has a greenhouse on it, let alone agricultural land.” Obi-Wan chuckles, then quiets down into a thoughtful smile. “Though I suppose the election result is as good of an occasion to celebrate as any.”

“Election?” Anakin asks, just as they pass by a great billboard with the face of a brown-haired, brown-eyed woman in a night-purple cape. The speeder is going slow enough for him to decipher the words written beneath it. Obi-Wan keeps saying he’s a fast learner, so he tries to read at every turn. “Chancellor… A-Ame…” He frowns. “Amidala?”

“Very good, Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s eyes crinkle at him for a second before returning to the path ahead. “Padmé Amidala is the new Chancellor now. It was a rather close call. She is well-loved by many people, but not quite so in the Senate.”

Half of those words mean almost nothing to Anakin. “Why?”

“Well,” Obi-Wan hums. “One could say the Senate hasn’t been loving its people so much, in a while.”

Obi-Wan grows pensive, as he oft does. The faint, warm light from below and the cool starlight from beyond color him in an otherworldly tint. His profile is startlingly delicate, from the slope of his nose to the soft fluff of his whiskers and beard. Even the flutter of his lashes is graceful. Then Anakin remembers he shouldn’t stare. His eyes strays towards the bright lights and jovial music beneath.

“...But I am hardly brave enough for politics,” Obi-Wan muses, after a stretch of silence. When he looks Anakin’s way it is with some tiredness in his small smile. “Say, Anakin. How would you like to stop by the night market, for a change?”

They lower their altitude as soon as Anakin nods his agreement. Obi-Wan parks their speeder, draws up Anakin’s hood, and takes his right hand. Anakin’s synthetic nerves light up, even though it’s only enough transmission for him to feel touch and not warmth, it being a very standard model of prosthetic. His face warms up under the hood of his cloak. He’s glad Obi-Wan doesn’t notice.

They let themselves be carried by the stream of the crowd, of parents jogging after excitable children toddling about with sweetmeats in their hands, sugar on their cheeks; of young couples, one’s arm around the other’s waist, sharing bites of fluffy sweet bread or sips of mulled wine. Light shines golden and amber through bottles of syrup and jars of honey, glitters on the crystal sugar and drizzled glaze on heaps of candies in open boxes. The smell is divine whenever they pass by a warm stall with steam bannering overhead.

Anakin shivers lightly, even though the crowd blocks most of the winds. Obi-Wan tugs at his hand. “Let’s get you something warm.”

He follows Obi-Wan. A paper cup is pressed into his hand, ample and warm against his skin. The drink smells and tastes sweet with a note of toasted bitterness, the texture creamy and rich on his tongue. There are floating white chunks of some sort of confectionery in there.

“What’s this?”

“Hot chocolate.” Obi-Wan raises his identical cup and touches it to Anakin’s. “Do you like it?”

”Yes,” Anakin says, and Obi-Wan’s smile warms his belly more than any hot drink.

They continue on their path, still a straight line from one end of the market to another. Anakin’s wide eyes travel from stand to stand: here a string of patchwork puppets, there a counter of carved wooden figures; and perfume vials, colorful figures (“It’s artisan soap, Anakin”), bouquets of everlasting tissue flowers tied in silk ribbons. There are clothes: soft robes in various colors, touted as “warm in winter and breezy in summer,” per the merchants; tunics with blossoming patterns embroidered at the collars or sleeve hems. There are kiosks of datatapes, illustrated by sparkling holograms of a High Republic castle, or a great speeder model, or even some holodrama character whose name Anakin can’t remember.

And then a booth takes his breath away. Glimmering under the light are shelves after shelves of mini household droids, custom-made transmitters, and a variety of artfully wired core processors. Replacement parts bathe in the blue glow of holograms depicting the corresponding droid models; and below all of this is a row of toolboxes of gleaming silver and shiny ivory, even iridescent inlays of mother-of-pearl. The booth seems to be one of a kind in the vast entirety of the market.

Anakin stands, transfixed. His fingers itch, and one of the tools begins to quiver and lift into the air, unbeknownst to the seller who has his back to it. He wants it. The thing will be his.

“Anakin? Anakin!” Obi-Wan’s hushed voice rustles by his ear, jolting him back to his senses.

The tool drops down with a small clang, barely audible in the noises of the festivity. Fear bursts coldly in Anakin’s chest - he shouldn’t, he knows he shouldn’t, his Master would be very unhappy if he found out his young foolish apprentice had tried to waste his time playing with droids again. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles, bowing his head, even as Obi-Wan squeezes his hand.

“Do you want that?” Obi-Wan asks, softly.

Anakin peeks up. The empty paper cup is still slightly warm in his hand, and he crushes it absentmindedly, tightening and loosening his fingers just to have something to do. “I, uh…”

Obi-Wan’s hand covers his own, gently prying the crushed paper cup out from the curl of his fingers. “I would love to get it for you, if you want it. It’s the toolbox on the bottom shelf, second from the left, isn’t it?”

The light on Obi-Wan’s smile is a honeyed gold, pooling stars into his eyes, and Anakin is transfixed again, not quite by the tinkering booth this time. He looks down as his face warms and his heart still pounds hard, and slowly he nods.

—

They come back to Obi-Wan’s quarters with a small armful: a new set of robes in muted, ashen pink; a box of tools with carved handles that are probably more fancy than they need to be, but still practical enough; a new array of spices and condiments; and a great tin of “absolutely decadent powder for drinking chocolate, Anakin, I can’t believe I let you persuade me into buying this.”

“You are the one who likes sweet things,” Anakin counters, arranging the new addition into their pantry. Obi-Wan laughs aloud by his side.

“Now how could you possibly know that?”

“I cook. I know that.” Anakin shrugs, and admits, “...and Ahsoka said so.”

Obi-Wan’s brows shoot up. He’s quiet for a few seconds, but the wide smile that follows only seems all the more brighter for it. “Best friends now, aren’t you?”

“No,” Anakin huffs and closes the pantry door. He doesn’t say more. Ahsoka gave him her old voicebook plug-in and lent him her comics; in exchange, he would pack her this spicy meat stew whenever she needed to leave for some time. They struck a fair deal, is all.

Obi-Wan doesn’t say more, either. They settle on the couch, Anakin almost rushing to fish out the toolbox from its paper bag. Finally having two hands to work with again, he examines it with zeal. It’s a good set of tools, he knows it; he hasn’t been allowed to touch these things for years, but he still knows. It’s in his blood. He can still wire standard circuit boards for protocol droids (the slightly outdated type) with his eyes closed; can definitely assemble a cleaning-type mouse droid from scratch if he’s allowed to scavenge for parts. He smiles down at the lacquered handles and the durasteel glint, picking up and balancing each microscrew, each hexagonal wrench, each tiny plier.

“...I hope it was enjoyable for you,” Obi-Wan speaks up, all of a sudden.

Anakin turns to him, not bothering to wipe off his smile. “It was.” He chews on the inside of his cheeks. “I’ve never had so many things. Thank you.”

Obi-Wan studies him for a long moment, more intent than he ever did. By the look on his face, Anakin expects him to say many things, but he doesn’t. He just pats Anakin’s elbow, where the prosthetic is joined, and murmurs, “You’re welcome.” His eyes have a moist sheen to them, smiling though he is.

#raised as sith anakin #always a sith anakin #obikin #shatou writes #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi #it was fun writing this #i cant believe i wrote this in one go

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lunarmessenger · 4 years ago

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May I request headcanons for the RFA + V & Saeran as yanderes? Also, I feel like your work is really underrated, and I wanted you to know that I love you and your writing so much! I hope you have a wonderful day/night :)

YANDERE RFA, V + SAERAN

warnings: mentions of violence and death.

of course you can sweetie! thank u for feeding my yandere obsession mMF YES. Oh my gosh thank you???? I’m so glad that you enjoy my writing!!! T_T that means so so much to me, and I hope you’re enjoying a beautiful day/night as well! this ended up being a little long sorry HAHAHA - luna xx

Zen

• You were both at a local tavern together with the rest of the RFA to celebrate another successful performance of his

• People who were fans of his came up every now and then asking for pictures and autographs and of course you didn’t mind

• Both of you actually enjoyed when his fans would come up because it showed his constant growth and that he was getting closer to his dream every day

• But with his popularity rising, so was yours

• You didn’t have fans necessarily, just admirers that thought you were rather pretty

• One of those admirers happened to be at the tavern and they approached you, a slight tint of red on their cheeks

• “Hello! I really don’t mean to interrupt but, I just wanted to say that I think you’re amazing with all of the help that you do with those amazing parties.”

• You were touched, and while you thanked them while giving them a brief hug you hadn’t noticed that Zen’s mood darkened instantly.

• They had long walked away from you both, and after about an hour Zen gave you a kiss to your forehead while smiling that same sweet smile

• “I’m going to go get some air for a moment, princess.”

• “Are you okay, Zen?”

• “Oh of course, I just wanted to go have a smoke.”

• You disapproved but allowed it anyway, giving him a peck on the lips as he walked away

• You had no idea that he’d singled out that admirer of yours, luring them outside into the alleyway

• He was on them, arm pressed against their neck in the shadows as he pinned them to the wall, eyes dark with jealousy as he growled at them

• “Who gave you the right to talk to MC, hm? Looks like you need to learn a few things...”

• When he came back inside you noticed that his knuckles were slightly bruised, but he still had that same smile that you’d always felt safe with

• “You’re okay...right Zen?”

• “Of course, princess. Nothing to worry about.”

Yoosung

• The epitome of a yandere

• You had decided to drop by at his college to bring him some home made lunch since he’d been a little stressed

• He was sitting with his study group outside on the grass, all of them furiously writing down their notes with their books open

• “Yoosung~ I brought you some stew! You’ve been working so hard.”

• His face instantly lights up as you stroll up, holding out his lunch as you kneel down next to him

• “MC! This is so sweet! Thank you so much!” You were met with endless quick kisses to your face, earning groans and playful complaints from his group

• You kissed the top of his head then walked away, and as soon as you were out of sight his friends just lay it on him

• “Honestly though Yoosung, I’m super jealous. MC is very caring, I wish I had someone like them.”

• yandere mode activated

• He asked that specific friend to help him with a certain subject for just another hour while everyone else packed up

• While they were walking to their classroom together to put away their books Yoosung suddenly grabbed them by the neck and dragged them into an empty classroom

• “You think that you can talk about MC that way? Understand that they’re mine, and don’t you ever forget it.”

• He choked them until their eyes rolled into the back of their head, only letting go when they’d stopped struggling so much

• They were left there, passed out on the ground while Yoosung walked away and went home

• There you were waiting for him, dinner already set out on the table as you grinned at his entrance

• “Honey you’re back!” He smiled, dropping his book bag as he opened his arms for you

• “My precious MC.”

Jaehee

• She was always rather protective of you

• Working at C&R showed her both the good and bad sides of people, especially those involved with business

• So when you’d both gotten to finally have that coffee shop together she’d noticed that the owner of the entire strip was getting a little...too comfortable with you

• They had even mentioned to Jaehee now and then how fun it would be for all of you to “hang out” and that was enough to get them on her blacklist

• You were oblivious of course and that was okay because she was going to take care of it

• “MC, would you mind going shopping for some supplies for the shop? I forgot to grab a couple of things, I’ll meet with the landlord myself to discuss any changes of rent, so don’t worry.”

• Of course you didn’t mind, but you were a little discouraged because it would take you at least an hour to get everything that was on the list she’d handed you

• And, that’s what she was planning on obviously

• She drove to the leasing office after making an appointment with the owner a couple of weeks prior, long hair shaping her face and chest as she purposely tugged down her shirt a little more

• Within minutes the owner was interested, though was still making comments about you and how “sweet and innocent” you were, almost as if describing a toy

• That was enough to make Jaehee grab them by the shoulder and toss them to the ground, hand pressing hard into their chest as they gasped for air, eyes empty as she stared them down

• “MC is not a toy, and you shall treat them with proper respect. They are my partner, and are not open to being with anybody else. Is that understood?”

• The owner was terrified, and just to make sure she didn’t come to them again offered to have you both not pay the rent for the rest of the lease until it was renewed

• “Jaehee! I don’t know how, but we suddenly have enough money to take that trip you wanted to go on! I guess profits have been really great this year!”

• She only smiled, coming up to you from behind and wrapping her arms around you into a warm, yet tight hug

• “It’s all because of you, MC. Without you I would still be lost. Never forget that I love you, and I would do anything to make you happy.”

Jumin

• Also another yandere type man

• He’d invited you along on a business trip in Dubai, and of course you were excited to go just because you were going to be with him

• After a meeting he’d offered to take you to the beach and you were beyond excited, leaving him in the sand as you ran for the ocean

• He watched fondly as you stripped off your bathing suit cover and waded in the water

• He had never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life, and he was thoroughly proud of himself for deciding to take you along with him during a trip

• That is until you were walking back up to the cabana he was under, his brows furrowing as he noticed that you were crossing your arms over your body

• “MC? Is everything alright?”

• You slowly shook your head, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around your body as you sat down on his lap and leaned against his chest

• “I just felt a bit uncomfortable...when you’re done with that glass of wine, can we go back to our hotel?”

• It was then that he looked up in the direction you were walking from, a couple of men staring at you as they chuckled and laughed at themselves while making inappropriate gestures

• He immediately grabbed your shoulders, gently pushing you away so you could meet his eyes

• “Did they touch you, MC? At all?”

• You shook your head, but he knew that they came pretty close to it from how violently you were shaking just from thinking about it

• While you were resting in his lap he brought up his cell phone, texting the head of his body guards a couple of orders before placing his sunglasses up on his head to look those men in the eye

• Within minutes those two men had been discreetly grabbed and walked off the beach, their eyes full of fear while Jumin smirked as they walked away

• Later that night after you’d fallen asleep in the hotel room he slipped out of the room, adjusting the tie as he took the elevator down to the basement with his escorts

• He was led to a private room, those two men from the beach sitting on chairs in a dimly lit room, faces contorted in fear as Jumin emerged from the shadows

• He gave a heavy sigh, shaking his head as he rolled up the sleeves of his suit, leaning in close as he clicked his tongue

• “You gentlemen have no idea who you’ve messed with. You’ll never see the light of day again.”

• By the time he was back up in the bedroom it was day light, his clothes a bit rough but not enough for you to notice due to the groggy feeling you had from sleep

• “Jumin? Where did you go, honey?”

• “Just an emergency meeting, kitten. Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe.”

• You hadn’t even noticed the slight hint of blood on the back of his neck...

707

• He’d noticed that you were feeling a bit off for the last couple of weeks, and he’d finally decided to address it with you

• That’s when you told him that you were dealing with your ex partner, who’d recently began to message you non-stop

• The breakup had been extremely messy, and now they were asking for you back

• His eyes clouded over as he asked you to see your phone, and of course you obliged

• He was happy to see that you’d mentioned endlessly that you were with somebody else, going so far as to send a picture of you and Saeyoung so that they would get the hint

• “Can you just block them, Saeyoung? I don’t want to deal with it anymore.”

• He beamed at you, bringing you in for a soft kiss as he hugged you close

• “Of course. Anything for you, MC.”

• And he blocked them of course at your request; but he also decided to take a step further

• He’d found the location of your ex, slipping out in the middle of the night while you were fast asleep

• Bringing Vanderwood with him stating that it was a mission from the agency, he had reached your ex within a few hours, breaking in quietly

• “Why are we really here, Luciel?”

• “Shut up Vanderwood. We’re here to get rid of filth.”

• Your ex slowly woke up to see Saeyoung standing over them, eyes wild as he leaned in close and let out an unhinged giggle

• “You should have left MC alone when you had the chance.”

• Within moments Saeyoung had grabbed them and dragged them out of bed

• He grabbed their head and twisted quickly, a horrifying snap resounding through the quiet bedroom

• “Luciel are you...Luciel?”

• Vanderwood looked shocked at how quickly he hadn’t hesitated, Saeyoung standing over their lifeless body as he looked at his long time partner in crime

• “You do not speak a word of this to MC. Do you understand?”

• Vanderwood agreed without question, and with that the two men drove home in silence

• When you’d awoken Saeyoung was in bed with you, shirt off as he slowly ran his fingers up and down your arms

• “Good morning, Saeyoung. I haven’t heard from my ex for the past few hours; thank you for blocking him.”

• He kissed you softly, running his hands through your hair

• “They won’t bother you anymore, MC. Don’t worry.”

• He smiled.

• The two of you had gone to a gallery where he was showcasing his work, the area extremely crowded since he never hosted such events for himself

• His arm was around you all night, except for a brief moment when you’d separated to go use the restroom

• On your way back you were bombarded by reporters, asking all sorts of personal questions while you tried to decline

• V kept his life private for a reason, and while it was very much public information that you two were together, both of you agreed that the public didn’t need to know every single detail about you

• That’s why when he’d noticed the commotion he was immediately engulfed with rage, shoving through the crowd as you tried to protect your eyes from the endless flashes from the cameras

• “Please everybody, back off! Give them some room!”

• He almost snarled, brows furrowed as he took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around you to hide your face

• One particular reporter happened to trip over someone’s feet, shoving you even further into V as you yelped from the contact

• All it took was for V to look at them, and instantly they stumbled backwards, promising that they never purposely tried to hurt you

• Later that day when you’d decided to visit Jaehee to talk about what happened, he took it upon himself to contact that reporter offering an exclusive interview

• The address that the reporter found themselves in was enough to make them regret taking up the offer, waiting outside of an abandoned building

• Before they knew it they were knocked unconscious, V holding an old rusted pipe as he tossed it aside and grabbed the reporter

• He dragged them inside, tossing them into a deep hole that was filled with old rusted metal pieces

• Some were jagged enough that they’d gone right through the reporters limbs and chest, puddles of blood pooling around the now lifeless body as V wiped his nose

• “That will teach you to touch my darling MC.”

• He picked you up from Jaehee’s after taking a shower at home, smiling at you from inside the car as you slid into the passenger seat.

• “Feeling better darling?”

• You nodded, leaning your head against his shoulder as you sighed with a small smile

• “I love you V. Thank you for understanding that I had to get away for a bit.”

• He returned your smile with a slight chuckle

• “I love you too, darling. Glad I could make you feel better.”

Saeran

• He had taken you on a date at the local botanical gardens, the two of you holding hands while he explained every type of flower’s meaning

• It was the perfect day, the sun shining on the two of you as you lazily strolled around

• He thought that absolutely nothing could ruin it

• That is, until one of the employees accidentally bumped into you while holding a few roses, one of the stems brushing against your arms

• “Ouch!”

• You’d cried out, a couple of thorns from the stems sticking out of your skin as you hissed and reached to pluck them out

• “Darling! Oh darling, are you alright?”

• Saeran was immediately fussing over you, and while you were distracted tending to your small scratches the employee immediately looked down in shame and panic

• “I am so so sorry! It was an accident!”

• When you weren’t looking Saeran glared daggers at the employee, taking notice of their name as he told them to leave you two alone

• “Are you sure you’re okay, MC?”

• You looked up with a small smile, shrugging your shoulders as you grabbed his hand

• “I’m fine, Saeran. Oh, did that employee leave already? I wanted to tell them that I was okay...”

• After so much reassurance you both continued on with your day at the garden

• Saeran mused that he had to use the restroom so you promised to wait at one of the benches under the shaded trees in the garden

• While you thought that he was on his way towards the employee’s only sections, having snatched a hat from one of the employees when they weren’t looking and making his way towards the break area

• There he’d found the employee that had bumped into you, standing at their locker; alone.

• He was behind them in minutes, shoving them into the lockers and pressing hard as he let out a deep menacing giggle

• “Found you.”

• He was back to you within twenty minutes; asking that you two finish the day with some ice cream before going home

• Of course you didn’t object, and while you were riding in the car you had heard a slight bump in the back

• “What was that Saeran?”

• “I’m not sure, MC. Let me check and see if something might have fell in the trunk.”

• He pulled over, leaving the stereo on as he got out of the car and opened the trunk

• When he was sure that you weren’t looking he leaned in close, the employee looking up at him with tears in their eyes and duct tape over their mouth

• They were bound by utility wires, squirming in fear as Saeran grabbed the tire iron and grinned down at them

• “Didn’t I say to keep quiet? We’re almost home.”

• With one hard swing the employee was unconscious, Saeran tossing the iron back into the trunk and slamming it closed

• “What was it, Saeran?”

• “Oh, nothing my princess, the spare tire just came loose. Let’s go home, darling.”

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nkhrchuwuya · 3 years ago

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firstly, i’m beyond happy you’re doing such a nice event for everyone!! thank you! congratulations and i bet you’ll have more people adoring your works bc they’re worth sobbing for, they make me feel, i gobbled up each one of ‘em (the first one i read was the one where chuuya rented the entire gym💀) lmao but monitor ur health too, there’s no rush and have a lovely day💛

✨my pronouns are they/she, and i’m in love with reading!! especially collections of letters + classic lit, which in turn made me write letters to people i care for, with the cute envelopes, flowers, and tiny spritz of perfume. sometimes i attach my own poetry or quote something i think conveys what they mean to me/remind me of them. i’m typically quiet so i express it in written words instead, or surpises that are handmade/homecooked, and if i really don't know how else more to say ily i just resort to cuddles + outburst of kisses (and back hugs *screams*). or a random act of service they currently need (when i see fics where reader takes care of chuuya after a tough day like patching him up and just making him comfy i scream cry and throw up hsuwshsh)i also love listening to ppl i love, like plans cancelled and earth irrelevant dont u ever shut up keep talking hduwhsywh

Ty for this again, sending love n good things💐

oh my gosh anon thank you so much 🥺 "worth sobbing for" is such a huge compliment and i'm so happy if i can draw such big emotions out of you! thank you for looking out for me, i promise i'll take care of myself (i say as i write this at 2am)

anyway, here are your chuu stuff!! :

he loves your little thing with literature! he also has a sweet spot for literature (and really, art in general) so whenever you get to have a little moment where you geek out he’s always so soft about it, you can see it in his eyes.

of course, he enables your hobby with all he can! ebooks? got the best reader out there right now, honey. hardbound books? guess what’s being carted into the penthouse. love writing letters? cool, what kind of stationery do you need, babe?

he falls even deeper in love with every letter you write him. so write him a lot, won’t you? he appreciates every little touch you make to make the letter even just a little bit more brighter for whoever will read it, and if he’s gone away for a mission or a trip he always has one with him to read and sometimes just hold when he misses you.

if you make him something yourself he’s always low-key bragging about it to anyone close enough to him. like if you cooked him a little bento to bring to a chill day at work, he’d be sitting outside some sort of balcony just nose-up like “you see this? they made this for me. do you get any lunchboxes? no? that’s cause i’m special. that’s cause they’re special.” (the only person he’d ever directly brag about it to is probably kouyou, maybe the black lizards, but to everyone else... turn green with envy looking over.)

lots of quiet dates for the two of you! of course, if you’re up to going to somewhere like a rave or an amusement park he’d gladly bring you, but oftentimes it’s in quieter places where you guys spend your dates. out at the park, by the portside, aquariums, a local cafe... you name it. he just enjoys relishing in your presence without the excess of everything else. you’re such a quiet, calming presence to him that he loves to bask in it.

the moment he discovers you are one for physical touch that’s the end of it for you! chuuya’s not a man of much words. ...well that’s a lie, he talks a lot, but he has a hard time putting his feelings into words often. knowing he can rely on touch to convey what he wants to, and that you will still receive the message clearly, is a weight off his shoulders.

your genuine concern whenever he comes home even the littest bit injured actually leaves chuuya... very flustered. he hasn’t had anybody fret over him like that before, not since he came to the mafia. kouyou took care of him but there was always an air of distance between them. and port mafia clinics are cold and clinical. but to come home to you gasping and “chuuya?! oh no, what’s happened to you this time...” he’s so thankful and grateful but also embarrassed at getting in trouble.

chuuya has a fixation on your hands. there’s something about it that’s just magical, he knows, and he will absolutely adore the hell out of them. these are the hands you use to tenderly flip through the pages of your beloved books; these are the hands that make his delicious lunches and all those handmade little things; these are the hands that patch him up; these are the hands that put him back together. he’s always kissing your hands to show how much he adores what they do.

overall, i think you’re going to be a great, more domestic kind of partner to chuuya, one he actually needs to balance himself out! he loves that he can be the loud to your quiet, and he can urge you out of your shell the same way you pat him down to calmness. a really good match if you ask me!

#anonymous #chuuya's special someone event #nakahara chuuya #bungou stray dogs #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #bungou stray dogs imagines #bsd imagines #bsd x reader

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baepsaesbae · 4 years ago

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Heal Me, Kill Me Ch.2

Pairing— Kim Taehyung x reader

Genre— Vampire!Taehyung x Vampire Hunter!reader, ANGST, mild smut +18, comedy (i tried), fluff in this chapter

Warnings— Oral (m receiving), good ol making out

Word Count— 7.5k

Summary— You’re one of the best vampire hunters in the world. That’s to be expected when your parents are the best of the best. Your life had solely revolved around ruthlessly killing vampires. You were essentially a cold blooded machine. However, things take a turn once you meet Kim Taehyung, your latest target.

A/N— Huge shoutout to @dee-ehn for this beautiful banner! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, please let me know what you think! Things are starting to get spicy~

You’ve never looked forward to a day of work more than today. Happily making your way to the shop, you found yourself daydreaming about Taehyung. He seemed to be slowly warming up to you throughout the course of yesterday. Maybe he’ll trust you enough to...to what?

Normally you’d automatically kill your targets as soon as you’d earn their trust (but maybe after indulging in some promiscuous activities). But this time around, your mind didn’t go there. You genuinely wanted him to trust you. Why? You had no clue.

You shook the question away. You’ll deal with that problem when you get there. For now, you’ll just take it one step at a time. The first step is officially gaining Taehyung’s trust.

Humming as you unlocked the front door, you’re unaware of the clouds looming overhead. You prep the store for customers (which you rarely get). The stack of orders had been cut in half thanks to Taehyung’s help. Maybe you could get through all of them together by the end of the day.

Yoongi was right. This alibi was a lot easier and surprisingly, a lot more fun to use. It was more freeing. It gave you the illusion of a normal life.

The door chimed.

“Welcome in!” you greeted.

“Good morning, ___,” Taehyung returned your greeting.

“Taehyung! You came!” you beamed.

“I said I would. I always keep my word,” a small smile cracked onto Taehyung’s usually stoic face.

“You think we can finish all of these today?” you waved the orders in his face.

“If you don’t slow me down, definitely,” Taehyung nodded.

“Excuse me? How dare you!” you feigned being upset.

“Oh, I was trying to joke with you. Did I upset you?” Taehyung’s smile disappeared, his eyebrows furrowing with concern.

“Oh my gosh, I know! I was playing along with you, silly boy,” you laughed.

“Ah, now I’m embarrassed. Truth be told, I don’t get out much. I’m sure you can tell,” Taehyung took the orders from you.

“Honestly, me too. I don’t have any friends,” you confessed.

Why was it so easy to talk to Taehyung? Never in a million years would you divulge any personal details, and yet here you were.

“Really?” Taehyung seemed surprised, “You seem like the type of person to befriend anything that breathes.”

“Are you teasing me again?” you asked as you gathered the flowers for the first bouquet of the day.

“No, I meant it as a compliment. After all, you managed to get me out of my house. That’s an impressive feat,” Taehyung took the flowers from you.

“Is it? I wouldn’t know. Because apparently I ‘don’t know you’. But thanks, I guess?” you watched him expertly arrange the flowers in a decadent vase.

“Let’s change that then. Let’s see how much we can learn about each other in one day,” Taehyung stopped what he’s doing to look at you.

There it goes. Your heart skips a beat again. The kindness in his eyes did something to you that you couldn’t explain. You know you have to lie. Everything you tell him has to be a lie. You knew that. And yet.

“Sure, let’s do it. I’ll start. I’m a dog person. I love dogs!” you smiled.

Ok, that’s not a lie, but it’s also not important. No harm done.

“Me too! Ok, off to a good start. What’s your favorite breed?” Taehyung asked excitedly.

That was the start of a never ending conversation. You haven’t had a genuine conversation in ages. Granted, it was all surface level topics, but that didn’t make it any less special. Time flew by as each bouquet was completed. It was nightfall before you knew it.

“We did it!” you exclaimed.

All of the orders had been completed. Once again, vases were scattered all around the shop. You sank down and sat against the counter. It had been a long day.

Taehyung followed suit, sinking down beside you. He was only a few inches away, yet part of you wished he had sat closer.

“Indeed. And we did it together,” Taehyung smiled at you.

“Thanks, Taehyung,” you extend your hand towards him.

Taehyung formally shakes it. You sat in silence for a few moments.

“I guess you don’t need me to come by anymore, huh? Now that all of the orders have been completed?” Taehyung asked quietly.

“You’re always welcome here,” you paused for a brief moment, “Hey, how well do you think we know each other now?” you scoot closer to him.

“I’d say that you probably know me better than anyone else by now. No one else knows that I tried to play the saxophone. Thank god, I was terrible at it,” he chuckled, also scooting closer to you.

“I’ll carry that to my grave, I swear. No one else knows that I love kpop. And it better stay that way,” you playfully glared at him.

“I wouldn’t dare do anything to anger you. I don’t think I’d be able to handle your bad side,” Taehyung patted your head.

His soft gesture made you smile. He was so close to you, your knees were practically touching. You lean closer to him. He leans in ever so slowly. Instead of meeting you in the middle, he gently kisses your forehead. His cold lips left a lasting impression.

“You’re too sweet, ___. I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered.

“Why would you hurt me?” you looked at him with doe eyes.

“I can’t really explain. I just...don’t want to see you get hurt,” he stroked your cheek.

“I don’t think anyone can hurt me while you’re around,” you replied.

That was a beautiful answer, one that would make any vampire fall prey to your fake innocence. Usually, you’d say anything to make them fall for your clutches. This time, you even had yourself falling for your own lie. You felt safe next to Taehyung, as if you were meant to be by his side.

“Well then, ___, if you’re so sure about that,” he said as he stood up, “Will you go on a date with me?”

“I would be a fool to say no,” you answered as he helped you up.

You loaded up the cart with the last of the bouquet orders. It was a joyful walk to and from the post office. The night sky was speckled with stars. The air was fresh and crisp. You found yourself skipping alongside Taehyung as he effortlessly pulled the heavy cart.

“May I pick you up for our date tomorrow?” he asked, as you both stood in front of the flower shop.

“Tomorrow? We’re moving pretty quickly,” you observed.

“I’m sorry, am I being too forward? I can wait, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” Taehyung took your hand.

“No! You’re fine, Taehyung. You’re such a sweetheart. I’m joking, silly. Yes, tomorrow is perfect. It’s supposed to still be all rainy and gross right?” you laced your fingers between his.

“Yes, it’s like that practically year round here. That’s why I like this place. Can I have your address?”

“Of course, I can text it to you.”

“I don’t have a phone.”

“Dude, what? It’s the 21st century.”

“I don’t like technology. I suppose you can call me old fashioned.”

“You must be. Old man,” you chuckled as you wrote down your address on a piece of paper.

“I’m not that old,” Taehyung said defensively.

“Oh, c’mon. I guess a couple hundred years isn’t that old,” you say.

“W-what?” Taehyung’s eyes widened.

“Joking! Taehyung, you’re too uptight,” you playfully nudged him.

“Ah, aha ha yes. Good one,” Taehyung forced a nervous laugh.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, goodnight!” you say.

“Goodnight, ___. I’ll see you on the morrow,” Taehyung bowed.

You’re still ecstatic by the time you get back to the cottage. You’re going on a date! A real life date! I mean, sure, it’s with the person you’re supposed to assassinate, but that part can wait. You haven’t been on a date since...well never. You’d grown accustomed to charming but empty flirtations and one night stands. This time, it actually felt genuine.

Part of you is beyond excited at the prospect of a real date, but a different part of you is begging you to stop. That part of you wants you to get this over with as soon as possible. Getting too connected with your target will only cause problems later on, you know that.

‘I can let myself have a little fun. I deserve that much,’ you try to tell yourself.

A phone call interrupted your thoughts.

“Hello?” you answered.

“How’d it go? Did you kill him yet? Why haven’t you called?” Yoongi immediately bombarded you with questions.

“Yoongi, slow down. Today was fine. No, I haven’t killed him yet. I just got back. Also, check in calls are to be made BY the hunter once or twice a week. I’ve talked to you two days in a row this week,” you say, audibly annoyed.

“This mission is different. Your target is extremely dangerous. Do you want me to send in reinforcements?”

“No, I can handle this on my own. I think it’ll take some time to gain Taehyung’s trust.”

“Who?”

“Taehyung. My target’s name.”

“You know that probably a fake name, right?”

“I know, I know. I’m just giving you a heads up that I may be here a while,” you sighed.

Honestly, you felt certain that his real name was Kim Taehyung. You felt certain that everything he’s told you so far is the truth. You’d acquired the useful skill of correctly sensing when someone was lying (many many years of training), but you saw no such signs with Taehyung.

“I appreciate that, I guess. Call me with every update. When are you seeing the target again? Why didn’t you kill him today?” Yoongi pressed more questions.

“I don’t know when I’m seeing him next. We finished all of the orders today, but I told him he’s always welcome in the shop. I’ll be waiting on him to pop by,” you lied, “I couldn’t kill him today because he still never let his guard down,” another lie.

“This guy sounds tricky as hell. I’m surprised he hasn’t tried to seduce you yet. Or is there something you’re not telling me?” Yoongi’s voice raised with suspicion.

“No, this guy is incredibly aloof for a vampire. It’s gonna be a challenge to get him to trust me, but I can do it,” you reassured him.

“Alright. I’ll believe you for now. Don’t hesitate to call. Bye,” Yoongi hung up.

He must really be worried. He never says ‘bye’. He usually just abruptly hangs up.

You couldn’t bring yourself to tell Yoongi the truth. He would have admonished you for not finishing the job quickly. Suddenly, you began to second guess yourself. Should you go on a date with him? Maybe you should just surprise attack him as soon as he knocks on your door.

You shook your head. This was stupid. Yoongi was stupid for making you worry. You have everything under control. You might as well enjoy the job while you can. The most important thing to remember is to NOT catch feelings, and you know that. You won’t. You can’t afford to.

You slept in the next morning. Since all the orders had been completed, there was no need to visit the shop. You naturally woke up when the sunlight shone through the blinds, slightly illuminating the room.

Sitting at your breakfast table with a coffee in one hand and a bagel in the other, you realized that Taehyung never told you when he’d come pick you up. You’d normally assume that he’d pick you up in the evening, but you never know with Taehyung.

You hop into the shower after eating. Getting ready early never hurt anyone. You skim through your closet after you finish showering. You’ve never worn anything cute for a date before. Technically, you could call all your clubbing and partying outfits ‘cute’, but that’s more of a promiscuous cute, not a first date cute.

You try out a style that you’ve always wanted to wear, but never had the opportunity to. You pair an oversized sweater with a simple but flowy skirt. After applying some light makeup, you genuinely felt cute. You twirled in front of your mirror.

It was early afternoon by the time you finished getting ready. As if by magic, there was a knock on the door as soon as you put on your last accessory.

‘Hi Taehyung!” you greeted him.

“Good day, ___,” he politely greeted back.

The early morning sun retreated behind dark clouds by the time the afternoon came by. Taehyung held an umbrella over his head as he stood on your doorstep.

“Come in! I just finished getting ready. I actually had no idea what time you’d arrive,” you ushered him in.

“I realized I never told you by the time I got back to my house. I felt so foolish,” Taehyung blushed, “But it seems like I had the perfect timing.”

“Mhm, we must be connected by fate or something,” you giggled.

“Do you believe in fate?” Taehyung asked, awkwardly standing just inside the threshold of your cottage.

“Sure, I guess. Life is more fun when you believe in things like that,” you replied, taking his hand to lead him into the living room, “Make yourself at home.”

“Thank you. What do you mean by ‘things like that’?” Taehyung asked after sitting down.

“Things like fate? Uh, I guess other supernatural things? Would that fall in the supernatural category?” you didn’t know how to answer.

“Most people think of demons or ghosts when they hear the word ‘supernatural’,” Taehyung answered.

“Ok, then maybe it’s some sort of omnipresent power. Who knows. Either way, life is easier if you believe in more things than the shit you can see,” you shrugged.

“Do you believe in supernatural things too?” he asked quietly.

“Like demons or ghosts?” you sat down beside him.

“Sure. Maybe even monsters too. Like werewolves or vampires,” he cast his gaze to the floor.

“Werewolves or vampires? I don’t think those exist, silly. Or if they do, I’ve never met one,” you laugh.

What was he trying to do? Vampires never expose their true identities until their prey is on death’s doorstep. Is he about to attack?

Your body clenches up. You’re unarmed at the moment. The closest weapon to you is in your room, which is more than 15 feet away. If he attacks you right now, you’re dead. How could you be so stupid? You can’t believe that you let your guard down.

“Hopefully you never meet one then, if they do exist. I’m sure they’re quite scary,” Taehyung nodded, interrupting your thoughts, “I wanted to take you on a picnic, but the storm outside says otherwise. I brought the food too. Would you like to eat it here?”

“A picnic? Aw, that would have been so cute. Sure, we can eat here. Do you wanna watch a movie while we eat?”

“We can watch a movie after we eat, if that’s okay with you. Again, I’m kind of old school, I guess. I apologize for not being able to take you on a proper date,” he frowned.

You set up your breakfast table as Taehyung retrieved the food. He came back with a stereotypical wicker basket. God, a picnic date would have put you over the moon.

“I made hamburgers. I brought the add ons since I don’t know what you like on them,” he brought out the food, “I also brought fruit and a bottle of wine. Do you drink?”

“I drink occasionally. This all looks incredible. You cook?” you gawked at all the food.

“Occasionally. I grew these fruits myself,” Taehyung looked rather proud of himself as he showed off his strawberries.

He picked one and brought it up to your face to let you examine it. It was a rather small strawberry, but it was as red as a cardinal. You reach forward to bite it, your lips grazing Taehyung’s fingers.

Taehyung let out a small gasp of surprise at your intimate gesture. Whether you were flirting or just being adorable, he couldn’t decipher. He hasn’t felt anything for anyone in centuries. Of every human he has encountered, you were by far the most intriguing.

“This is the sweetest strawberry I’ve ever had!” you cheered as your face contorted when the sugariness set in.

Taehyung laughed at you as he ate one himself, “I’m happy you like them. Please, help yourself to as many as you’d like. Eating them all by myself has been quite lonely.”

The table was finally set, and the meal was laid out beautifully. Taehyung reached out for hamburger buns when you smacked his hand away.

“Did I forget something--” he started to question.

“Phone eats first,” you explained, whipping out your phone to take pictures.

Once you were satisfied with your food photoshoot, you gestured for Taehyung to take his food. He shook his head disapprovingly at you but silently began making his burger.

The medium rare patty was juicy (just the way you like it), and the vegetables tasted as if they had just been picked that morning. Taehyung watched you as you ate, hoping his food was enough to please you.

“How is it? Is everything to your liking? Is the meat too raw?” he asked in a rapid fire succession when he could no longer contain himself.

“Taehyung, this is honestly the best meal I’ve ever had. Everything seems so fresh! And the meat???” you pantomimed a chef’s kiss.

“Thank goodness,” Taehyung let out a long exhale as a wave of relief washed over him, “Would you like a glass of wine?”

“Maybe later,” you replied as you made your second burger.

“Okay. Just know that this pairs exquisitely with the burgers,” Taehyung said, already making his fourth one.

“Wine and burgers? That’s an odd pairing,” you raise an eyebrow at him.

“How would you know? You haven’t even tried it yet,” Taehyung scoffed.

Was he teasing you? Joking around with him felt so natural. You could get used to every meal being like this.

‘Wait. No. Don’t be so naive’, you scolded yourself.

“Ok fine! Pour me a glass so I can see for myself,” you rolled your eyes.

“I really only asked because I wanted to open the bottle already,” Taehyung grinned.

With a now empty bottle and full stomachs, the two of you happily conversed across the table. Your laughs were genuine whenever Taehyung said something outlandish (which he often did). His gaze on you was nothing but fond as he examined your delicate features. Everything about you was alluring, and he could not figure out why.

“Let’s watch a movie,” you suggested, already getting out of your seat.

“We can watch whatever you want,” Taehyung smiled as you took him by the hand to lead him to the couch.

“We can scroll through Netflix to see what they have. You cold?” you asked.

“Technically I’m always cold,” Taehyung answers quickly, but then rushes to add, “Because it’s always a little chilly here.”

“Sure, okay. Well, I’m cold so I’m gonna use this blanket,” you dropped down beside him.

Taehyung awkwardly shifted to give you more room. You scooted even closer to him. Again, he tried to scoot away to give you some space.

“Taehyung.”

“Yes?”

“Would you like to cuddle with me under the blanket? Body warmth goes a long way,” you offered bluntly.

“I...would that be okay with you?” Taehyung shyly glanced at you.

“I asked, so yes of course it would be okay, silly,” you threw the blanket over him.

You snuggled up beside him as you scrolled through Netflix. At first, Taehyung was extremely tense. Over time, you felt him begin to relax, and he even began to lean into you. Eventually, you got him to wrap his arm around you. You could feel the coolness of his skin even through his sweater, but that’s to be expected. In all honesty, you forgot what he was for a little bit.

Now would be the perfect time to end it all. He has let his guard down, his eyes glued to the TV screen. You glanced at him, admiring his side profile. There was no way a mere human could look that handsome. His lips moved slightly as he read the movie titles to himself. He realized you were watching him, and returned your gaze.

“Can I help you, ___?” he asked quietly.

“Possibly, if you’d like,” you whispered back.

“I would help you with anything, my dear ___,” Taehyung replied.

“Kiss me?” you say just inches away from his lips.

Taehyung obliged, bringing his hand to your cheek to guide you to him. His icy thumb trailed along your cheek down to your lips. You hesitated, looking at him with doe eyes. Not once have you ever felt nervous about kissing someone. It never mattered. But here, with him, everything was different.

Taehyung leaned in, pressing his plush lips against yours. You embraced the coolness of his lips as it somehow felt refreshing. You finally dove in headfirst, greeting his gentle kiss with your own. Soon, the gentleness became harsher as you kissed him deeper.

Now straddling his lap, the prospect of movie watching had been forgotten. The blanket was tossed aside as Taehyung’s hands began to roam across your back.

Your tongues intertwined wherever they met, be it in his mouth or yours. You pulled back slightly so you could remove your shirt before Taehyung stopped you.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“There will be plenty of time for that later. For now, will you let me kiss those lips that I have foolishly been missing for all my life?” Taehyung softly requested, running his hand through your hair.

There was nothing you could say to express what you felt in that moment. Never before has anyone wooed you like this. You granted his request by pulling him into you. Every act of intimacy felt so personal. Almost as if there was a real connection.

After more kissing, you sank back to lay beside Taehyung. This time, you sprawled out on the couch and rested your head on his lap. Taehyung smiled down at you as he stroked your hair.

“On a scale of 1-10, how was this date?” he asked.

“Solid 9.”

“Why not a 10?”

“You didn’t want to see me with my shirt off.”

“What! It’s not like I don’t want to! Pardon my vulgarity, but I want to see you with everything off.”

“Then why didn’t you let me strip?” you were genuinely curious.

“I don’t want to rush you. I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do,” he started twirling your hair between his fingers.

“I was obviously wanting to take my shirt off,” you giggled. He starts to open his mouth to reply but you cut him off, “But thank you. I really appreciate that, Taehyung. You really are such a gentleman.”

“I try to be, anyway,” he said.

“What do you want to do for our next date?” you inquire.

“Next date? Don’t you think we’re moving too fast?” Taehyung teased you, “Would you like to take a walk around my estate?”

“You’re taking me on a walk? Am I a dog to you?” you feign being offended, but now Taehyung understands when you’re being playful.

“If you were a dog you’d be a cute little pomeranian. Adorable and tiny. All bark and no bite,” Taehyung boops your nose.

“If you were a dog you’d be a chihuahua. Annoying,” you quickly retorted.

“Not true. I feel like I’m more dignified, like a Great Dane or a Doberman,” Taehyung shook his head.

“Sure thing, silly. A walk actually sounds relaxing. As long as you can promise me that it won’t be raining, I’d love to go on a walk with you,” you finally answered him.

“The storm should clear up in three days. Can I come pick you up then?”

“I can drive myself.”

“But I want to pick you up.”

“Why?”

“To be chivalrous. But also so that I can see you sooner,” Taehyung looked away in embarrassment.

“Aw, are you gonna miss me?” you teased.

“Maybe, maybe not,” Taehyung teased back.

You repositioned yourself back to straddling his lap. You hugged him, wrapping your arms around him like a koala. He chuckled and hugged you back as he thought about how adorable you were.

This seemingly innocent gesture had not so innocent motives. You began to rub yourself against his groin. Your panties were beginning to soak under your skirt. Taehyung didn’t protest. Instead, you heard him breathing in deeply as you rubbed against him harder.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked in a tone you haven’t heard before.

“Giving you a reason to miss me,” you answered.

Your hand snaked between your thighs to tease his clothed erection. He sighed as you took hold of him. You felt him up through his pants, and you pleasantly figured out that he’s well endowed. Just the thought of him fucking you with his huge cock made your mouth water.

“Can I make you feel good?” you seductively whispered into his ear.

“You can do whatever you want with me, I’m all yours,” he replied.

You get off, and kneel before him. You asked him to remove his pants and underwear as you tied up your hair. He obediently followed your request.

Your eyes widened as his cock was revealed. Just like you thought, its impressive length was matched by its delectable girth. It even curved down slightly, which for some reason turned you on even more.

You pumped him slowly as you admired his dick. Soon, you began to tease him by swirling your tongue around his tip. Taehyung groaned and clutched your ponytail. You looked up at him to see that his eyes were shut and his mouth was wide open.

You licked up his length while you fondled his balls. Taehyung tightened his grip on your ponytail, urging you to stop teasing him. Finally, you wrapped your lips around him as you began to suck him off. The wet sounds echoed around the room. You started your pace off slowly, but gradually picked up. Your hands followed your lips as you bounced up and down. You gagged every time he hit the back of your throat. Feeling the walls of your throat spasm around him caused Taehyung to moan even louder. Tears welled in your eyes as he held himself inside your mouth longer.

In an attempt to let yourself breathe, you went back to swirling around his tip. His dick was now covered in your saliva, so you firmly pumped him while you worked on his tip.

“K-keep going. Just like that. I’m gonna--” Taehyung didn’t finish his sentence before cumming in your mouth.

His cum was surprisingly hot as it exploded into your mouth and dribbled down your chin.

“How was that?” you asked as you wiped away his cum with the back of your hand.

Taehyung was slouching against the couch, still panting. He pulled you back onto his lap before answering, “I had a reason to miss you before, but now I’ll miss you even more.”

“Oh? What was your reasoning before?” you cooed.

“I believe I have formulated a crush on you,” he kissed the top of your head.

“Damn, that sucks,” you shrugged, “Sucks that I have a crush on you too.”

“___,” Taehyung said softly.

“Yes?” you gazed up at him.

“Will you be my girlfriend? I know we haven’t known each other long but--”

“Yes. I’d be honored to be your girlfriend,” you embraced him, “You still wanna watch a movie?”

“Sure, my darling. Let’s do that,” Taehyung squeezed you, almost a little too tight, but you didn’t mind.

“Moana!” you exclaimed as you stumbled upon it.

“Isn’t this a children’s movie?” Taehyung said in protest.

“Yes. It’s also great. Judging by your reaction, you’ve never seen it before so we’re gonna change that,” you clicked on the movie and instantly threw away the remote.

The rest of the day was spent watching Moana. Taehyung was amused by how you knew each song and sang along with the movie. He wouldn’t admit it, but he enjoyed the movie. It was beautifully animated and he appreciated the deep meanings behind it.

You walked Taehyung to the door after the movie ended. He tenderly kissed your cheek as you hugged him goodbye.

“So, I’ll come pick you up in three days time?” Taehyung wanted to clarify.

“No, I’m driving myself over to your place,” you stood your ground.

“As you like,” Taehyung pouted. He’s never done that before. Seeing his cute little puppy eyes almost made you change your mind. You ushered him out before you could do so.

You watched him drive into the distance as the rain poured. It had been storming all day. You couldn’t contain how giddy Taehyung made you feel. You had a boyfriend! Your very first boyfriend, and he was practically a god.

Well, he was a vampire. That you were sent to exterminate.

Your heart deflated at the thought. How could you be so stupid? You got so caught up in the act that you actually let yourself get carried away.

However, this didn’t feel like an act anymore. If anything, Taehyung knows more about you than anyone else in the world.

What if...you just never went back to the VEC? Maybe you could convince Taehyung to run away with you.

No, that would be impossible. The VEC had eyes everywhere, and were capable of anything. For the first time in your life, you didn’t want to kill someone. Your perpetual anger at the world dispelled itself whenever you were with Taehyung.

Instead of calling Yoongi, you decided to text him.

[7:36pm] Still alive. This job is gonna be a long one, but I got it handled. I won’t reach out again until the job is done.

[7:36pm from Yoongles] K

Perfect. That should keep Yoongi off of your ass for a while. At least a month.

The days that you didn’t see Taehyung felt like an eternity. You went to the shop to keep up appearances, but just watched anime on your laptop the whole time.

The elderly couple from before showed up at the shop again. You contently watched them admire the flowers as they walked hand in hand. They brought up the same arrangement of flowers as last time.

“You look different today, dear,” the woman observed.

“Oh yeah? How so, ma’am?” you smiled politely.

“Oh, you’re right dear! She seems happier somehow, the air about her is lighter,” the man nodded in agreement.

“Perhaps now she’s in love. At the very least, there’s someone she’s thinking about right now. Good for you dear! I hope it all works out,” the woman patted your hand as you handed the flowers back over to her. You simply laughed with them as they exited the shop, but your smile dropped as soon as they were out of sight. Their words resonated with you. You’re not in love. That’s absurd. However, you can't deny your fat crush on Taehyung. It’ll subside once you dispose of him. At least, that’s what you think to reassure yourself.

The day of your second date with Taehyung had arrived. It was weird not being able to text or call him. All your previous assignments that took more time loved sexting you. Taehyung was by far your most peculiar case.

The rainfall had finally subsided as you drove over to Taehyung’s estate. The jewelry you wore was crafted to hold small amounts of holy water, perfect for poisoning a vampire’s food. You dabbled in the art of poison in your free time, and managed to develop a toxin that would instantly immobilize even the strongest of vampires. You kept a vial of that on you at all times. You even equipped your best dagger, hiding it within your clothing.

You took a deep breath as you pulled up to the driveway. Today could be the day. If he gave you an opening, you had to take it. You couldn’t keep lying to yourself.

‘He doesn’t care about you. He only wants to feed on you,’ You repeated those accusatory thoughts to yourself in the hopes of actually believing in them.

Taehyung was waiting for you, sitting on the ledge of the rundown fountain. He happily waved at you as you walked up to greet him.

“___! How are you? How was the drive?” Taehyung kissed your cheeks as soon as you were within reach.

“I’m doing well, how have you been? The drive was uneventful, but I’m sure you’re used to that driving around here,” you giggled at his friendliness.

Taehyung was as stoic as a statue when you first met him. Now, he was a sweet talkative guy with boyish charms.

“It’s quiet around here. But that’s why I like it. Shall we begin our walk? There are so many things I want to show you!” Taehyung took your hand and tugged you along.

Weaving his icy fingers with yours, you struggled to keep up with his pace.

“Taehyung! Slow down, we have all day,” you cried out.

“Sorry, my darling. I just haven’t been this excited in a very long time,” Taehyung apologized.

“How long?” you poked.

“Centuries,” he smiled. You knew he wasn’t lying. You giggled to play along with his joke.

His estate had vast grounds. At first glance, it seemed like the property was overgrown, but you realized you were wrong the further away you ventured.

Taehyung was following a small trail that looked like it had been worn out through the years. The treeline got thicker as you guys walked along, progressively turning into a forest. Taehyung was talking the whole time. He was spouting facts and stories about the various plants you stumbled across.

‘So it’s not just flowers. He just really loves nature,’ you thought to yourself.

“Am I boring you? You haven’t said a thing,” Taehyung looked back at you.

“Not at all! I’m learning a lot. I’m intently listening to you, I promise,” you hold out a pinky to him. Taehyung wraps his pinky around yours and continues to lead you down the trail.

“Oh! This is my lake. Do you like to fish?” Taehyung asked as you entered a small clearing.

A dock jutted off of the shoreline of an expansive lake. The lake went on as far as the eye can see. You could barely make out the treeline on the other side.

“This is your lake? You own the entire thing?” you asked in amazement.

“It’s all within my property lines, so yes,” Taehyung nodded, “Do you like fishing, dear?”

“Fishing is okay I guess. I prefer to eat the fish,” you answered, “Maybe we could kayak or something here?”

“Noted. I have a small rowboat we can take out to the middle sometime. You can take a nap while I fish,” Taehyung jokes.

“Sounds like a fine date to me,” you replied.

“Okay! Moving on,” Taehyung (with your pinky still intertwined with his) spun you around and led you back to the trail.

Next, he led you to his garden. He pointed out his strawberry patch, letting you pick the ripest one. He proudly showed you his vegetables too, ranging from lettuce to cucumbers.

“You have such a great green thumb! Every plant I try to raise dies instantly. Even cacti,” you sighed glumly.

“Aw, it’s okay dear. Perhaps you can help me tend to my garden sometime,” Taehyung pecked your cheek.

“Sounds like another fine date,” you returned his kiss with one of your own.

Taehyung explained that the trail goes around his property in a small loop. He had much more land, however he didn't use it for anything. He explained that he values his privacy, but didn’t expound on it. You already knew the reason why anyway.

The treeline began to thin out. Soon, you were traversing through a field of tall ferns. Silently walking through the field, you noticed a patch of ferns that had been crushed, almost as if someone sat on them.

Your heart sank. You stopped in your tracks. Your observant eyes saw subtle dark brown spots that littered the patch of squished ferns. This must have been where your parents were found.

You’d been denying the truth this entire trip. Taehyung really had murdered your parents. The proof was right there. He was nothing more than a vampire. A cold blooded killer with only one motive. It was suddenly getting hard to breathe.

“___? ___?” Taehyung shook your shoulder, snapping you back to reality, “Are you okay? You suddenly stopped walking and spaced out.”

“I’m good! Sorry, I thought I saw something,” you reassured him.

“What did you see?” he asked.

“I thought I saw a rabbit. Then my thoughts wandered to rabbits and I guess I got caught up in it,” you lied.

“Ah, I understand. I do that all the time,” Taehyung patted your head.

All the warm feelings you had towards him were gone. They were replaced by anger and hatred, the feelings you should have had the whole time. You were going to kill him today. He just needed to put himself in a vulnerable position.

“We’re almost back to the house. Would you like some tea?” Taehyung offered.

“That would be perfect,” you smiled. Perfect indeed. All you had to do was slip in some holy water. His mouth will burn upon impact, giving you the perfect opportunity to swoop in for the kill.

He led you into his house through the back door. The interior was surprisingly modern with a sleek minimalist style. Despite the exterior looking like it was from the Victorian era, the inside was furnished with simple black furniture to compliment the light grey walls.

“It’s not much,” Taehyung said when he noticed you looking around, “I live alone so there’s no need to make this place feel inviting. Well, at least there was no need.”

You faked a smile at his comment.

“Make yourself at home, dear. The dining table is over there. I'll bring the tea when it’s ready,” Taehyung planted a soft kiss against your forehead.

A shiver ran down your spine. The once sweet gesture now felt like a threat. Your leg bounced uncontrollably as you waited for Taehyung to join you. Now is the time. It’s now or never.

He placed an ornate teacup atop a fancy saucer in front of you. You graciously accepted it.

“This is my favorite flavor, I hope you like it,” Taehyung said as he lifted his cup to you.

You mimicked his action, clinking your cups. Bringing the cup to your lips, you take your first sip. It was sweeter than expected, but the flavor was pleasant overall.

“Can you guess what flavor it is?” Taehyung asked.

“Something fruity...blackberry?” you answered.

“Close! It’s raspberry. Raspberries tend to be less tart than blackberries,” he explained, “Oh! I have the perfect cake to pair with this too! I’m a bit of a foodie if you hadn’t noticed.”

“All that walking made me hungry so that sounds great,” you replied.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back,” he smiled before departing.

His drink was left unattended, giving you the opportunity to tamper with it. You debated whether you should put in holy water or your special poison. You decide to go with the holy water, that way you can still talk to him after you restrain him. With a quick push of a hidden button on your ring, a few droplets of holy water fell into Taehyung’s tea.

Taehyung returned with a small lemon cake, placing it between the saucers. He cut you a slice before serving himself. Eagerly waiting for you to take the first bite, he looked pleased when a smile crept on your face.

“This is delicious! Where’d you buy it?” you asked.

“I made it myself! I finally perfected it after a bunch of trial and error,” he beamed as he began to eat his slice.

“Let’s toast to this occasion, to celebrate the beginning of a new relationship,” you held out your cup. You’re ready to pounce as soon as he takes a sip. The concealed weapon hidden in your sleeve was prepped and ready to spring out as soon as you attacked.

“A toast to this momentous occasion,” Taehyung held his cup out. It’s nearly time. He paused for a second.

“Can I say something first?” Taehyung lowered his cup.

“Of course, is something wrong?” you tried to conceal the panic in your voice. Had he finally caught on? Your body tensed up as you prepared for a fight.

“Nothing is wrong, dear. I just...I want to get something off my chest,” he took a deep breath, “I had been extremely bored with life for God knows how long. I value my security and seclusion for personal reasons, however I never craved for interactions with anyone. I’ve preferred to be alone for the longest time. Mostly because I don’t want to cause problems for anyone anymore. The last time I interacted with people it ended rather poorly.”

You set your cup down to listen to him, fully engaged in his speech while still being on high alert.

“Everything changed when I met you. I can’t explain it. Normally I would have shooed you away, but something about you made me want to help you. Maybe my interest in flowers got the better of me, who knows? Then, I had the pleasure of getting to know you more when I made the bouquets with you. I can’t tell you the last time I had a genuine conversation with someone. Everything feels so natural with you. I want you to know that I will never hurt you. I will never lie to you. I despise lies above all else. Lastly, I wanted to thank you. Thank you for taking the wrong turn and stumbling into my life. I’m excited to start a new chapter with you, ___.”

You were speechless. Not one word of his was laced with magic. His speech was pure and genuine. How can someone this thoughtful be capable of murdering your parents?

“What happened to the people you last interacted with?” you questioned.

Taehyung flinched at your response. Out of all the things he said, that’s what you chose to respond to? Taehyung shook his apprehension away and chalked it up to your curiosity.

“Many years ago I lost someone I was very fond of. I suppose I never wanted to go through that pain ever again,” he answered solemnly. That’s not what you meant to ask. You were intrigued but needed answers to more pressing matters first.

“So you’ve never interacted with anyone since then?” you pressed the issue.

“Well I had some nuisances bothering me somewhat recently but I don’t think that is important,” Taehyung averted his gaze from you.

“Nuisances? How so?” you expertly concealed your growing rage.

“They wouldn’t leave me alone after I politely asked them to vacate my property,” he curtly answered.

“Why were they here?” you prodded.

“Does that matter?” Taehyung’s voice rose, causing you to shrink into your chair.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. That doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is that we’re together now. We can take on the world together, you and me. I want to give you the world, darling,” Taehyung quickly apologized after seeing that he startled you.

“Thank you, Taehyung. You really are the best gentleman I have ever met. Thanks for loving flowers so much that you ended up talking to me, I guess,” you smiled politely as you lifted your cup.

Now you were conflicted. Surely there was more to the story between him and your parents. You needed answers. Taehyung doesn’t seem to be violent at all. His kindhearted nature made it hard to believe that he was capable of such atrocities.

“Cheers, darling,” Taehyung clinked your cup.

You watched intently as he brought his cup to his lips. His movements seemed to be happening in slow motion, torturing you.

“Wait!” you cried out, “Let’s switch cups. For good luck.”

“Huh?” Taehyung lowered his cup in confusion.

“I used to do that with my parents. We’d switch cups at the last minute for good luck,” you lied. Hopefully Taehyung would buy into it.

“Sure. What an interesting notion,” Taehyung observed as he switched cups with you.

“The key is doing it last minute, that way luck won’t escape you,” you admonished yourself for such a shitty explanation.

“That makes sense,” Taehyung nodded thoughtfully. Thank god he’s a bit odd.

You drank the cup containing the holy water. You could have easily killed Taehyung today, but you needed to know more about your parent’s death. The VEC wasn’t going to tell you jack shit. Perhaps it was time to go a little rogue.

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Bells Will Be Ringin’

Darth Maul x Reader, but this time it’s Christmas (Life Day) A/N: Hey! I’m back with another story for Maul! I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get another story out! I have a couple requests that I’m working on, but since it’s Christmas Break for me, I should be able to get them out pretty quickly! Requests are open by the way! Feel free to send them in!

Also, I may come back in and do some editing on this piece in the next few days. I want to get it out now so I have time to work on other requests during break!

Original Idea/Summary Thingy: Christmas Blues^TM, but there’s a happy ending, so it’s okay!

Warnings: None unless you count a sad and mildly bitter Maul.

Word Count: 3356

(P.S. I listened to “Please Come Home For Christmas” covered by The Eagles while writing this, so feel free to feel that vibe if you wish. I also absolutely stole the title from the first lyrics and then found a way to work it into the story.)

The snow fell in fleets of faint flakes. And he felt his heart fall with them.

It wasn’t that the snow wasn’t beautiful. Rather, it was what lay beyond the flurry that made his heart sore. He felt the icy breath of loneliness drop beneath his collar as he rested his chin on his hand and peered out the window.

You were there. Just beyond the pane of glass. He had to swallow his heart at the sight. You looked beautiful, reaching up to catch a flake on your fingertips. He couldn’t keep his gaze from lingering on your lips. Your bright smile warmed his chest, and he wished for nothing more than to be out there with you.

But something gold caught his eyes. And his heart clenched. His brother walked beside you, and you smiled even brighter when he showed you the flake that had landed on his fingertip. A sorrowful sigh slipped from Maul’s lips as he watched you walk with his brother.

Savage had been the one to meet you. You had bumped into him while chasing after your rouge scarf that the wind had carried away, and Savage had kindly snatched it out of the air for you. He’d see you in passing afterwards and invite you into the palace for tea. That’s how Maul met you. You were having tea with Savage, and he had walked in on the two of you.

From the moment he saw you, he was enamoured; enraptured.

Savage properly introduced the two of you and you started spending a great deal of your time with them.

And Maul fell hard.

Everytime Maul hung out with you and Savage, he could feel himself growing weaker and weaker for you.

Eventually you would get invitations to the palace from Maul himself. It was usually on weeks where Savage was off dealing with the syndicate, but there were occasions when you would come to see him on your own regardless of whether Savage was gone or not.

You’d talk about everything with him, and more often than not, he’d open up about himself in return. But rather than focusing on his plans or other bigger things in life, you learned that he loved a sweet chamomile tea, or a rich mulled wine in the cooler months. He had grown an interest in Mandalore’s classic literature, and there was something inexplicable about the city’s architecture that put a glint in his eyes. It was wonderful to see him talk about the things he liked. It seemed like he didn’t get to do that often, and the way he lit up when he got going about his passions made you smile big and bright.

Upon the cool stone of his throne, Maul drowned himself in memories of you. The bit of bitterness that sprouted when his brother wrapped a hand around your shoulder melted away when he thought of the times you would laugh at something he had said and use his shoulder to keep yourself up.

Your touch always left a soft tingle on his skin, even when you only touched his shirt. Your hand was soft and the way you held this hand when you comforted him had such a gentle strength to it. Your fingers were featherlight on his skin, but he had never felt as though stronger hands had held him. Not that he had had much experience in the area. Still, your touch was enough to send his heart reeling for hours.

“If only her lips could grace my skin.”

“She’d never do that and you know it. Besides, she loves another doesn’t she?”

Your ringing laughter sent a jolt through Maul’s heart as you entered the palace, “Savage! Put me down!” You giggled as Savage passed through the glass doors.

“But Miss (Y/L/N), You’re tired! You said so yourself! A tired lady shouldn’t have to walk herself home!” Savage laughed along with you.

“Yes, but a Lady also shouldn’t be slung onto your back and carried around like a rag doll!”

You both burst into fits of laughter and Maul only watched and silently yearned from his seat. He wanted that; to cause you happiness in that way. But he was left to the seat of Mandalore’s throne; governing and making deals while you enjoyed the snow flurrying outside.

“Maker how I wish I could leave for a day. Just to be with her. No deadlines, no time limit. Just her, a warm fire, and the snow outside. Is that so much to ask? Savage is gone next week, perhaps-” “Hey Maul!” you greeted with cheer, once again jolting him back into reality.

“Hello Miss (Y/L/N),” Maul returned, “It’s lovely to see you today. Enjoying the snow?”

“Yes! It’s beautiful outside! Albeit a little cold, but Savage and I are going to sit by the fireplace in the south sitting room to warm up if you’d like to join us.” You offered.

“I’d love to, but I’m afraid I can’t today. I still have some meetings to attend, and there’s some paperwork that I have to get through after that.” He answered with remorse, and a look that seemed to say ‘I’m sorry’.

“Oh,” For a second Maul thought your face fell and a pang of guilt shot right through his heart, but you began to speak again with an optimistic lilt to your voice, “Well, if you happen to have the free time, you’re welcome to join us!” Your lips meet in a smile, and Maul’s chest floods with reassuring warmth. Gosh was he thankful for the dark hue of his skin.

“I just may if I can.” Maul smiled back and waved as you walked off with Savage, once again laughing at something he said.

“And now begins the fun part.” Maul muttered to himself sarcastically as he stood to leave for his next meeting.

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As soon as his last meeting was over, Maul whisked himself down the hall, headed for the one place he wanted to be: The south sitting room.

“The paperwork can wait. She’s more important.”

His hearts thrummed in his chest at the mere thought of cozying up with you next to a fire; getting to feel your warmed skin against his. It was a dream he couldn’t hope for more.

“A little to the left.”

“Oh. Yep....right......there” You breathed out as Savage worked a knot out of your shoulder.

Maul’s hearts dropped.

He heard your voice from behind the door to the sitting room. You sounded so happy, so pleased. He would have been happy to hear you this way were it his crimson hands soothing the stiff muscles beneath your skin.

But the hands kneading your back weren’t crimson, nor were the tattoos the same. They were gold, and soft, and gentle; so very much unlike his own.

Maul cursed himself at the sight of you sitting on the floor between Savage’s legs, reveling in the released tension and relaxation f a nice massage.

“That feel good?” Savage asked sweetly, “Not too hard?”

“Absolutely not. It feels amazing.” You close your eyes and lose yourself in the warm feeling of his hands working a little below the base of your neck.

“Good” Was Savage’s rumbled reply.

Maul took a step back before leaning against the opposite wall.

“That’s right. She’s someone else’s. Maker, how could I have been so foolish? Of course she loves Savage over me, I mean, who wouldn’t? Why would she ever-”

No. He had to stop for his own sake.

So Maul stood straight and turned towards his office. At least he had paperwork to do. That could keep his mind occupied instead of wallowing in regret for the night.

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The paperwork did nothing to quell his thoughts of you. He couldn’t stop thinking of how happy you sounded in Savage’s hands. How pleased you had to have felt. Why couldn’t he do that? Why couldn’t you love him?

“Would you like some tea?”

Maul looked up from the hundreds of pages of contracts and negotiations on his desk to see you standing in the doorway to his office with two mugs of steaming hot tea.

“I’d love little else more right now.” He replied, letting out a long sigh, and stretching his aching back.

You handed him a mug, and sat across from him, looking out at the snow behind the glass of the large window beside you.

“How’s the paperwork going?” You glanced over to the thousands of sheets of paper littering his desk, feeling sorry that he had to go through all of that.

“It’s uneventful. For the most part, it’s to do with the syndicate and their insatiable requests. It’s very repetitive.” He paused for a moment before quietly speaking up, “It’s nice to have your company.”

You gave him a warm smile while a blush creeped it’s way up your cheeks.

“I’m happy to hear that. I like spending time with you.” You admitted, looking to your mug in the slightly tense silence.

There was a long moment of silence following where Maul’s pen scribbled against the paper, and you looked from the place where the pen and paper met, to his hand, to the curve of his cheek and the red of his skin. Your eyes dared to look at and linger on his lips. He muttered something through a sigh and you couldn’t help the way your heart clenched.

But then he moved. He looked up and you darted your eyes to a random building on the skyline and the snow that was starting to spill over the edge of the roof.

“Look at her.”

“Even when she’s not trying she’s beautiful.”

Maul watched as you looked out the window. He could sense a tenseness in your muscles, but he was distracted by the way the silver light glinting off the snow lined your face, and the way you gently lifted your mug of tea to your lips, letting the steam billow to the ceiling as you sipped the drink.

“Hell, she’s just looking at the snow and I can’t look away.”

“Maker, those lips....”

“If only...”

“I’m so excited for Savage to see what I got him for Life Day.” You smiled out the window, trying to play off your nerves, hoping he hadn’t noticed you staring.

“What?” He asked, quickly looking back to his paper as you leaned on his desk.

“I said that I was excited for Savage to see what I got him. I worked pretty hard on it, and I want to know if he likes it.”

That snapped Maul from his state of admiration. A sprout of something bitter burned in his chest. He remembered what he had seen through the doorway this afternoon, and clenched his fist with a quiet growl.

“I’m sure he’ll like it. Your lover is appreciative of anything you would make for him.” Maul barely tried to hide the bitter envy in his tone, and yet, you didn’t seem offended.

But you did look up at him with a quirked brow.

“My lover? Maul, what do you mean?”

And for the smallest second, in the teeniest of amounts, a little pang of hope surged through Maul, but he took it with an air of caution.

“I mean my brother. He’s your lover is he not?” He dared to ask, hearts beginning to race, beating against his chest.

There was a moment of silence before you burst into giggles that grew to full blown laughter.

No matter what Maul could have expected, he was not prepared for you to laugh at him. Still, as confused as he was, he was silently hopeful of your response.

“Oh of course not!” You couldn’t breathe you were laughing so hard, “I mean, sure, he’s handsome, but he’s just a close friend,” You paused for a beat, looking to Maul before looking down to your mug, “Besides, I’ve got my heart set on someone else.”

Maul’s eyes flew up to your face. His heart was in his throat and his grip on his pen tightened.

“So, you’re...you’re not in love with my brother?” Maul swallowed thickly. He needed to know if he heard you right.

“No, I uh..I-”

This was his chance.

“I love you.” Maul rushed out without a second thought, “I love you so much. I know you probably don’t feel the same, and whoever you hold affections for is the luckiest man in the galaxy, but I can’t hide it any longer. Maker, I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you, and-”

He cut off when he saw the huge smile on your face.

Before he could move or try to explain himself, you rushed around his desk and threw yourself around him, hugging him tighter than you ever had before.

He stood stalk straight for a minute, tensing at the feeling of your arms around his neck.

“Did I just....? I just told her? Like that?.....And now she’s.....she’s....”

He felt your arms squeeze him tighter, and as if on instinct, his arms wrapped around your waist and held you pressed against him, his nose burying into your shoulder.

“I love you too.” You whispered into his ear, hugging him even tighter, and pressing your cheek to his.

You felt Maul pull away from you, and he looked deep into your eyes. He took a moment to watch the wide-eyed, curious look on your face. He could see the billions of questions racing through your mind, and he felt his heart beating just as fast. And then his eyes looked to your lips. He couldn’t help it. You were so beautiful, and your lips were so tempting. He felt a dragging pull in the Force, and he could barely hold himself back.

“Please let me kiss you.” Maul all but begged.

You smiled up at him, a surge of happiness flooding your signature, as your eyes brightened, and a blush warmed your cheeks.

“I’ve never wanted anything more.”

Maul’s face fell, brows scrunched in confusion.

“I....I said that out loud?”

Your smile grew even larger if possible as you snorted a laugh from behind your hand.

Peeking up at him once you’d composed yourself for the most part, you let our a little chuckle with your response.

“You did.”

Your wide smile and, admittedly adorable, laughter only fueled his embarrassed panic.

“Oh, I-I-I’m so-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...I’ll just...”

Your gaze softened as you reached out and took Maul’s hand in yours. You held it there in front of you for a moment, gaging his response before lifting it further. He silenced as he watched you lift his hand slowly to your lips. His breath hitched at the first sting. Your lips kissed the tip of each finger, sending ticklish tingles shooting up through his hand into his wrist. You were slow and caring, and that gentleness he had come to love about you, it was there too.

His chest heaved with labored breath, but when you looked up at him he swore his hearts stopped. Your wide, bright eyes looking at him like that...a shiver darted down his spine, and he had to swallow his heart for the second time that day.

“Please kiss me Maul.” You whispered to him, voice full of want.

Before he had time to think, or rationalize, he slammed his lips to yours, reveling in the soft, plush feeling of your lips on his. He held you close to him, pressing your body to his as your lips moved together.

He was on fire. His body was warm and every new kiss was the smallest sting to your lips. Even his fingertips burned a little. But it felt good.

When you pulled away, his lungs jolted for breath, begging for him to breathe for even a second despite how breathtaking your soft, gentle lips where.

He looked to you with wide eyes and you did the same.

You stood there for a few seconds, looking at his eyes at first, then looking to his lips.

They were so soft. So...fiery.

“Maul...” Your voice cracked out of a whisper, eyes still trained on his lips.

“Y-yes dear?” His voice was breathy and curious.

You broke fro your daze and looked away from him.

“I...I know I said that I love you too, but I want you to know that I...I fell for you the first time I met you. You were so handsome and beautiful. I..I don’t know what it was but I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” You huffed a laugh, looking down to where you held his hands, “I used to worry that you would find me creepy because I stared so much. But you were so beautiful. And I remember the first time I heard your voice. It was so soothing, and I swear I melted right then and there.”

You paused for a moment, remembering back to those days. You smiled and looked anywhere but his face, eventually landing on the fire crackling in the fireplace across the office and the warm orange glow that lit up the room now that the sun was set.

“And then I got to know you. It took some time, but I loved getting to know the little things about you. Even the smallest idiosyncrasies, like the the way you crack your knuckles before you get to work, or the way you purr quietly when you drink a good cup of tea. It all added up to a person who was more than their scary reputation. You weren’t the ruler of Mandalore to me. You weren’t a feared Sith Lord. You were just like another person. You were my friend, and in time, I wanted more than that. I fell in love with you, and I...I just feel...right when I’m with you. I want to be with you.”

You huffed a nervous laugh and looked back to his hands. You took a moment to admire the crimson hue of his skin and the black tattoos that adorned them as you tried to hide the burning blush that was growing across your cheeks.

Maul was hesitant, but he hooked one of his fingers under your chin to lift your face to his.

You were met with wide, teary eyes, and a huge smile.

Maul didn’t have any words to describe how his hearts ached with astonishment. To think that someone loved him that way; that you saw him that way, without fear or worry. You wanted him. You really wanted him. After all this time. It was him. Not another Mandalorian, not his brother. Him. He couldn’t help the toothy grin that spread across his face, and the pure love that bloomed in his chest. He wanted you to know what that meant to him, but he didn’t know how to say it, so instead he pressed his lips to yours once again, hoping that you would feel the strength of his adoration and love for you.

You held the sides of his face as your lips locked together once more. In that moment, when his soft, fiery lips took yours again, everything in the galaxy seemed to shift, and you felt at peace with his arms wrapped tight around your waist.

You pulled away from him to rest your forehead against his.

“I know you know, but I love you. To the stars and back.”

“I love you too my dear. To the stars and back.”

The two of you sat in this embrace for minutes which grew to feel like hours.

But amidst the firelit darkness and your sweet embrace, silver chimes rung through the city. Beautiful bells sang out the twelfth hour, announcing the beginning of a new day to all who were awake to hear.

Maul looked down to you with a content smile.

“Happy Life Day my darling.”

You smiled joyously into his neck. “Happy Life Day Maul.”

And with one more kiss, the two of you started the happiest holiday of your lives.

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jackrrabbit · 4 years ago

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excerpts/tasting menu of upcoming works

You’re in luck anon because this past week my dumbass brain decided to start like 5 different fics and not finish any of them, so I have plenty of things to preview (specific CWs included with each individual section)

As always, encouragement goes a long way for my motivation, so if you see something you’re interested in, give it a shoutout!

Also, all of these are super rough ;///; please have mercy on my pitiable first-draft skills

[BNHA] Spoiled Rotten /// Overhaul x f!Reader

Summary: You’re daddy’s spoiled little princess, but unfortunately daddy’s got debts to the yakuza and Overhaul’s going to make you work them off the hard way.

Warnings: restraints, kidnapping, harassment, drugging

“Do you know why you’re here?”

Against your will, your eyes flip up to the speaker. He’s the only one sitting, and somehow that gives him a position of power among the others. The leader?

Golden eyes rest steadily on yours, and you realize he’s waiting for your answer, so you slowly move your head from side to side.

“Didn’t know about daddy’s bad habits, huh?” This time the person speaking is behind you—the one who untied your blindfold, a thin man with lank, greasy blond hair. He’s the one who drugged me, you remember in a surge of panic, and you try to shift away from him only for him to step on the chain that connects your cuffs, jerking you back and pinning you in place.

“Careful, Setsuno. I told you not to leave marks. Let her talk.”

“Got it, boss.” The blond—Setsuno—fumbles at the back of your head and then he’s pulling the gag out of your mouth.

You open and close your mouth a few times to stretch out the stiff muscles. “Oh my gosh, was that polyester you just took out of my mouth? Do you have any idea how bad synthetics are for sensitive skin? I’m totally going to break out.”

A hush falls over the little room. You could hear a pin drop.

“…Are you complaining about the quality of the fabric we gagged you with?” the leader asks after a beat.

“You may be gangsters, but you don’t have to act like savages,” you reply primly, aligning your knees together and sending a proud look off to the side.

“Ohh…little princess deserves better, does she?” Setsuno coos. He edges closer to rub his cheek against yours and laughs when you flinch back from him. “Boss, you shoulda seen her bedroom. All pink and frilly, looked like royalty lived there. Bet they treat you like a real princess at home, huh? No wonder your daddy’s in debt.”

[BNHA] Sweet Tooth /// Bakugou x f!Reader

Summary: Pro hero AU—Your boss Ground Zero is an insufferable prick, but you just can’t get enough of the way he smells.

Warnings: none? arguing?

“Do you hear me? I don’t want you here. I don’t want you as my assistant. You can call yourself my ‘administrative support’ but you and I both know you’re a glorified janitor here to clean up my messes and I. Don’t. Want. You.” There’s a muffled bang and then the air is permeated with the acrid stench of burning. You don’t even have to look down to know that the papers (the report you spent three days of unpaid overtime trying to finish in the hopes that maybe this would convince him that you’re on his side) are going up in smoke.

And okay, you slip a little bit. Who can blame you?

“Well guess what, Katsuki? I don’t want you either.” You step as much closer to him as you can manage without literally touching him and jab your index finger into his chest—see how he likes it when you get up in his personal space. “I got placed here. I didn’t choose this. I don’t want to work for a temperamental brat who doesn’t know how to be appreciative of his staff, so the feeling’s mutual. So how about you shut up and let me do my job before the Commission decides you’re too much of a liability to let you run wild any longer?”

Bakugou sneers. He’s clearly not intimidated in the least, and dear god do you want to wipe that smug look off his face. “If you’re the best tactic the Commission’s got, they know they can’t touch me. I’m the number two hero—“

“—and you’re the number one expense when it comes to damage control and repairs. Seriously, do you think Deku goes around blowing up government buildings every other week? I’d kill to be at his agency instead of yours.”

“It was one stupid post office, and no one was hurt—“ Bakugou stops in the middle of his rebuttal and scarlet eyes narrow at you. “Wait. Deku? You’re saying you’d rather work for shitty Deku?”

He says it like the alias is an insult, and you frown. As a long-time admirer of Deku’s, you feel the instant impulse to come to his defense. “Of course I’d rather work for the top pro hero. Maybe if you weren’t so hot-headed you’d win a popularity contest once in a while.”

Uh-oh. Looks like you struck a nerve.

Bakugou leans into you and now you’re the one who has to shuffle back to keep your distance. He looks—well, murderous is a little too terrifying, so you’re going to go with pissed. Light shimmers out in harmless sparkles over his palms (it would be pretty if it wasn’t so foreboding) and the accompanying crackles make you shiver, but you hold the determined look on your face. He’s so close you can smell the fresh sharpness and witch hazel in his aftershave and under that—

—huh. It’s weird, but there’s a really sweet, really rich scent. Like…what is it? It’s wrong, out of place. Your brain is convinced that it’s not supposed to be there, so you can’t identify it. Without thinking, you inhale roughly, trying to get a better sense of the mouth-watering smell.

[BNHA] Runaways /// Dabi x f!Reader

Summary: Yandere—You were like an older sister to Dabi back when the two of you were teen runaways together; now that he’s found you as an adult, he’s never letting you leave again.

Warnings: unsafe piercing practices, don’t do this at home kids

When you turn your head like that, Dabi can see the tiny dots running up the side of your ear where your old piercings have scarred over from lack of use. Do you remember when he gave them to you? You did his first, running a needle through the lonely flame of your lighter (he offered to use his quirk, but it was still hard for him to control then so you declined) and then threading the metal through his ear. You promised it would only hurt for a second, and you were right, so he let you do the others.

Then, you’d offered to let him give you one. Just one on each ear—you already had an impressive collection of piercings, but you wanted to let him return the favor, so he did it. You were older than him and more experienced and had lived on the streets for longer, so when he held the needle in his hand and you told him you trusted him, it was the first time he’d ever thought of you as fragile, something delicate, something that he was capable of harming.

He’d chosen twin helix piercings for you, cresting the shell of each ear, silver band rings to match his. When they were done you’d pulled him to a mirror and asked him what he thought. It’d been a while after the worst burns on his face, the ones under his eyes and wrapping around his chin and down his neck, and he was still getting used to the knowledge that the wrinkled purple-red scars were never going to heal. “I look like…” he’d started.

A monster. A freak. A victim.

“A badass,” you’d said. “You look fucking cool. Any asshole who wants to pick a fight with you will take one look and know you’ve been through worse shit than whatever they can dish out, and that’s something to be proud of.”

Now that Dabi thinks about it, he probably wanted you even then.

[KNY] Moonrise /// Kokushibou x f!Reader

Summary: A shrine maiden is spirited away by a demon posing as a land god.

Warnings: references to Shinto religion

“Look up there, up in the mountains behind our shrine,” your grandmother told you. “Do you see the place where the earth rises into the clouds? Our kami lives there, in the boundary between the physical world and the celestial one, higher than any human can reach.”

You stopped crying just long enough to follow the direction of her gaze, staring into the hazy mist in the mountains beyond your village. “Kokushibou lives in the woods?” The idea of your supposedly beloved deity living off the land like a wild animal was unsettling to you.

The anxiety was obvious in your voice, but your grandmother just laughed and patted your hair. “In the woods, yes, but the legends tell us he lives in a mansion fit for an emperor. His house is so fine that our little temple could fit inside it a dozen times.”

“Does he live there all by himself? Isn’t he lonely?”

“Kokushibou may be alone, but he spends his days watching our village. He has three pairs of eyes so that he may look upon the human world, the heavens, and his own affairs without changing his gaze.” Your grandmother pointed to one of the stone carvings that had scared you earlier (the one you thought was so demonic with so many eyes in its face) and her wrinkled lips curled up in a smile that made her look like a girl again. “Can I tell you a secret?”

You nodded yes, too enthralled in the tale to remember that you’d been upset.

“Once when my aunt—your great grandmother’s sister—was young, Kokushibou came down from his mountain to watch her perform her kagura dance. When she first met his eyes she was afraid, but her fear only lasted a moment, for although he was fierce in temperament his face was as beautiful as the full moon.”

Your mouth dropped open. “Did she say anything to him?”

“No, he disappeared before she could speak to him. But she told me she always regretted not being able to thank him for what he does for our village.”

“But what does he do? For our village?”

Your grandmother’s rough hands closed over your small ones, pulling them to her mouth so she could place a tender kiss upon them. “Kokushibou protects us. In other towns like ours there are criminals, raids…even attacks from demons and other creatures of darkness. Our village is peaceful because the evil fears retribution from kami.”

“So he takes care of us?”

“Yes, all of us.”

“Even me?”

“Even you, little one.”

[Haikyuu] Fanatic pt. 3 /// Oikawa x f!Reader

Summary: Oikawa takes advantage of a devoted fan for some stress relief after a bad match (…and then other stuff happens, see [part 1] and [part 2])

Warnings: implied smut?, 18+, implied dubcon??, degradation

“Wait!” you gasp out again, craning your neck to meet his gaze as best you can from over your shoulder (still without the nerve to pick your hands up off the glass or move your ass away from him). “Wait, we can’t—we shouldn’t, it’s wrong—“

We can’t. It’s wrong. Oikawa rolls your words around in his head and almost wants to laugh again—and he would, if he weren’t so focused on the fact that in a few seconds, he’s going to get what he’s ben wanting for months. You’re perfect, still his dutiful little cheerleader, still so deeply in denial that you can’t even say that he can’t, he shouldn’t, he’s wrong. None of this is your responsibility, but you’re acting like it’s a decision you’re making together. Because you want it too, he knows, he’s sure of it. Just like all his other vapid fans, you’re the same except you’re lucky, because he’s about to give it to you.

“Yeah, it’s wrong.” His voice is low and so close to your ear that you can feel the steam of his breath splay out over the skin of your cheek. “It’s wrong…you’re so sick, wanting it like this. So dirty, my sick little slut, let me make it better. I’ll make it all better, hm? Just stay put and—take it.”

A/N: I also wrote a bunch of iwcb pt. 3 but I really hate what I wrote so I might have to rewrite it, pray for me :(

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the-unknown-storyteller · 4 years ago

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concern for a friend

(week #1, prompt 3: excitement)

tw: mentions of derealisation, panic

Summary: Ranboo is working on the watchtower, as Ghostbur wanders off as the self-designated snack man. When the ghost doesn't return for quite some while, Ranboo is starting to worry for his friend. Just where is Ghostbur?

“I will be the snack man and get us some snacks. You work on that tower real good and I’ll get us something, alright? Do you like savory or sweet things? You know what, I’ll just get a bit of everything. I’ll be right back, oki?”

Before Ranboo has a chance to react, Ghostbur is up and running in the direction of Tommy’s dirt shack. Dusting off his pants from the climb, the ghost waves enthusiastically from the top of the hill, then disappears behind some trees and shrubbery. Ranboo releases a sigh, smiling fondly at the antics of the ghost. He gets out a stack of spruce logs and starts building up the pillars to the skies. He wonders why Tommy needs the watchtower to be this tall. Surely, it would have been enough if it was one or two thirds of its current height, it’s not like none of them have tridents. He’s pretty sure most of them have access to enderpearls as well.

Nonetheless, he keeps to the height given by Tommy, diligently placing the spruce logs and replacing the strange purple planks at the sides with dark oak instead. It won’t be the prettiest watchtower, but it’ll be enough. Maybe Ghostbur can improve its design.

Speaking of the ghost, he’s been gone for quite a while now. Ranboo knows that he is more than capable of taking care of himself. But then he thinks of the ghost’s memory issues and his own problems with keeping himself tethered to the real world sometimes, blinking the wrong way and suddenly finding himself in an unfamiliar place. It’s happened one too many times for the enderman hybrid to be quite comfortable with this situation. (If Tubbo hadn’t found him that one time, he doesn’t know what would have happened. He doesn’t like to think about it.)

Ranboo begins to pack up his things, putting away the spruce logs in a chest and strapping his sword and axe to his back instead. Tommy will forgive him if the tower isn’t finished by tomorrow. He hadn’t given him a deadline, anyway.

He begins his journey up the hill, rounding the trees and shrubbery he saw Ghostbur disappear behind a couple hours ago and following the path towards Tommy’s abode. He keeps an eye on his surroundings and mentally takes note of anything that appears out of place. The air gets significantly colder, as the last rays of the sun disappear behind the horizon. It was getting late. He adjusts the leather straps of his weapons.

“Ghostbur?”, Ranboo calls out, knocking at the wooden door of Tommy’s shack. No answer. He opens the door with a creak and looks inside. There are some chests along the wall, a few of them placed smack in the middle of the place. He can hear the vrwooping sounds of an enderchest nearby, but no humming of a particularly musical ghost. He takes a step inside and makes his way down the stairs on the right, but nothing. The place is empty.

He leaves the dirt shack behind and runs down the prime path, frantically turning his head from side to side, in the hopes that he spots the yellow of Ghostbur’s sweater or the red of his beanie. But no such luck.

“Ghostbur?!!” Ranboo starts calling the ghost’s name, noting how eerily empty and abandoned this place is. He spends all his time in the Arctic Commune or, more recently, in Snowchester, so he’s never stayed here long enough to notice, but this place feels dead. He can feel something crawl up his arms, shooting through his hands and making him shake them violently.

“Ghostbur, where are you?!” He sends out a quick message to his friend, but there’s no response. Something isn’t right. The ghost should have responded by now. One might think that he would lose his communicator often, with his spotty memory and his clumsy tendency to lose most other things. But he’s actually never lost it and he always answers.

“It’s fine, he’s fine. He probably just got fixated on a flower or went overboard on the snacks. He gets over-excited like that,” Ranboo reasons, taking the path down towards L’Manhole. The glass, preserving what was never meant to be, reflects the darkening sky above. He keeps a wide distance to the blown-up city, eyeing the red vines at its edges with worry. He sees neither yellow nor any red nor any blue, so he turns around and leaves the dead space to its own.

“Ghostbur??” Why isn’t he answering?! Night has fallen completely by now, the new moon trying its hardest to plunge Ranboo’s surroundings in complete darkness, but he just takes out a torch and lights the matchstick with a practiced flick of his wrist against the ground.

The half-enderman roams the perimeters around Eret’s museum, focusing his hearing towards the near distance. Besides the undead groaning of zombies and the quiet clattering of skeletons, he can’t make out much more. Except for a quiet hiss. He barely has time to react, as he hears an explosion go off in the distance. Before he knows it, he is up and running in that direction. Images of a hurt Ghostbur, running through his brain. “Ghostbur!!”

And then, he hears yelling and noises that sounds like sobbing and it makes him vwroop in panic and distress. His friend is in danger, his friend is in danger. He feels a lurch in his stomach and blinks across the field, reappearing at the steps of Eret’s museum. Doesn’t Eret usually spawn-proof his builds? Doesn’t matter right now. Ranboo runs up the steps, skipping the last flight, as he blinks out and appears in the middle of the build. Not here. Further away, beyond the wall. He takes out his trident and places some water, jumping the wall.

During the highpoint of his jump, he can make out yellow and red and a lot of blue just beyond the river. He lets out a series of distressed noises and blinks away. His hands are starting to shake from jumping this often, but his friend is hurt, hurt, hurt and he has to hurry.

He stumbles through his landing and tridents across the river, landing close to what is definitely Ghostbur hunched over, surrounded by blue, why is there so much blue?!! “Ghostbur??” He tentatively reaches for his friend and touches his shoulder lightly. The ghost snaps his head up, staring at the enderman hybrid. He flinches back in shock, blinking away a few metres further.

“Ranboo!!”, the ghost calls out, jumping from his position on the ground. “Oh my goodness, I must have totally lost track of the time. You see, I was walking along the prime path, looking for some snacks when I saw- oh, the snacks, Ranboo! I totally forgot about the snacks!! ” The ghost pats down his pants, then shuffles through the bag at his side. “Sorry, bread is all I have on me. You want some?” Ghostbur offers some fluffy bread rolls, but Ranboo is too stunned to react. Adrenalin is still running high in his bloodstream, making him tense and freeze up. What is happening?

“Not a fan of bread rolls? Oh well, more for me and friend- oh my gosh, Ranboo, look who I found in the woods!!” Getting off-track again, Ghostbur whirls around and pulls something blue and fluffy towards the perplexed enderman. “I found friend!! He was just grazing on some grass and when he saw me, I saw that look in his eyes that told me that I should follow him and so I did! I don’t quite understand why he brought me here, this just seems like a normal clearing to me, but I mean, I trust him, he knows what he’s doin-” The excited rambles of the ghost are cut off by the heavy weight of two hands on his shoulders. He looks up and is met with the shiny wet eyes of a certain enderman hybrid. “Ranboo? What’s wrong?”, come the soft questions, as the ghost realizes that something must be wrong.

“Please never do that again.”

“Never do what again, Ranboo? I was just getting some snacks like I told you when I met an old friend, haha-”

“I understand that you are more than capable of taking care of yourself, but you have to understand that you didn’t return for hours and hours until the sun set.” Ranboo takes a shuddering breath. “You didn’t return and you didn’t respond to my messages and then I heard an explosion go off in the distance and then I saw all that blue and I thought you got hurt and I-” His tail flicks nervously from side to side, thumping against the ground every now and then in distress.

“Ranboo, Ranboo. Listen, listen, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise that it was getting this late. I got distracted by friend and didn’t look at my communicator for a while.” The ghost takes out a light blue rock from his bag and hands it to the other. “Here, this will calm you down. Take some blue.”

“Thanks, Ghostbur.”

#dream smp fic #dream smp fanfic #dsmp ranboo #dsmp ghostbur #emotional hurt/comfort #dsmp big bang bootcamp #ranboo #ghostbur #dream smp

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writingsoftheghost · 5 years ago

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Wrong turn goes Right

Based on this prompt by @kawaiikat54

Patton didn’t understand why Logan and Virgil were so against this. It was just the imagination, Roman spent a lot of time here, how dangerous could it be? He needed Roman to come in for dinner, so, he went to go get Roman! Simple logic! Logan should’ve understood that!

He continues his trec through the enchanted forest. He kept calling out for the creative side. “Roman!!! Dinner’s ready!!!”

He got no answer. He continued walking. We’re the trees always this...dead looking? And the wind was picking up, it smelled kind of sour. The trees seemed to sway into new positions when he watched them for too long...

He flinched as he heard a cackle in the distance.

“You’ll never outrun me! But you never learn!” He hears someone cry.

“Roman?” Patton calls cautiously.

Silence. Then, Patton hears footsteps approaching quickly, but he can’t figure out from which direction they’re coming from.

He hears a wicked cackle, “Where are you going now?” He hears the voice yell.

Suddenly Patton’s on the ground, a sharp pain in his chest. He tries to roll over but only manages to land on his side.

“Oh, you’ve done it now!” The voice is on the other side of him now, just beyond his field of vision. He recognizes it now.

“Remus?” His mouth tastes dry. He feels really tired.

He hears another sound. A deep growling sound. Patton tries again to roll over and this time lands on his back, he’s met with a sharp pain, but now he can see the scene before him.

Remus has his Morningstar, it’s dripping with what Patton realizes is blood. But the scariest part is what he’s fighting. It looks like some sort of inside out monster. Patton makes out what Logan has explained to him is the small intestine. The entire thing is shaped like a spider, except, it’s covered in the entrails of other things. Patton shudders in disgust. The creature spits out an array of spikes. Patton flinches when he sees one knick Remus’s shoulder, but the creative side only laughs. With one large swing he sends the creature into a massive tree trunk. The creature hisses lowly before ascending the tree, and, much to Patton’s horror, swings away using red streaked webs.

Remus watches it go, a manic smile plastered on his face.

Patton attempts to speak but the only thing that comes out is a soft hiss of pain. The smile falls from Remus’s face as he remembers the moral trait on the ground. He quickly drops to Patton’s side.

“Oh, goodness, Daddy. You sure got yourself hurt real good, huh?”

Patton can only whimper in response, his vision is starting to go black at the edges.

Remus tsks, “Lets get that take care of, yeah?”

When Patton doesn’t answer Remus merely scoops him into his arms, a cry leaving Patton at the touching.

“Oh, gosh. It went clean through.” He hears Remus whisper in awe before he completely loses consciousness.

*****

Patton wakes up to a dry mouth and a room he doesn’t recognize. The walls are painted green like the sea and there’s an open window nearby, curtains fluttering in the breeze. He shifts and realizes he’s in a canopy bed. Soft sheets tucked in around him. And...his shirts gone, all that covers him are white bandages around his chest. He reaches to undo the wrappings when rough hands stop him.

“Nuh-uh, cupcake. Bandages stay on.”

Patton looks up and wide eyes meet soft ones.

“Wha happen?” Patton says, his voice scratchy and rough.

Remus wordlessly summons a glass of water and hands it to him.

“You were attacked by one of my favorite little horrors,” Remus looks towards the window wistfully.

Patton nods, his glass now empty,“I didn’t realize I had entered your domain.”

Remus nods, “me neither. Not until I saw you bleedin out on me. You scared me there, Patty. You should know better than to wander in the imagination by yourself.” He tucks the blanket back into place around Patton’s body.

Patton sighs, “I’m sorry, I just wanted to bring Roman in for dinn— oh no dinner! What time is it?! Do the others know where I am? They’re gonna be so worried!” He starts to climb out of bed.

“Uh-uh. Nope!” Remus pushes Patton back onto the bed. “No can do, Daddy. You’re gonna stay in bed. And don’t worry, Janus is filling in for you.” Remus smiles wickedly.

Patton’s eyes go wide, “If they find out he’s not me they’re gonna think he did something to me! We can’t let him get into trouble with the others!”

Remus sits down on the edge of the bed, “He can handle it for a little while. I’ll go talk to Roman tomorrow morning when he’s “working out.” Or whatever he calls dancing around and giving himself pep talks in the reflection of the lake.”

Patton giggles, the action causes pain to shoot up from his chest. He lets out an involuntary whimper.

Remus makes a soft sound of sympathy, “Sorry, cookie. I know that’s gotta hurt, stitching you up took a long time. You want something to eat?”

“You gave me stitches!” Patton cries I’m a horrified voice.

Remus shrugs, “You want some pizza? Or a sandwich? Or...um...I could probably summon something?”

Patton shakes his head slowly, “Where are we anyway?”

Remus giggles, “My castle. It’s nice, I promise, all the monsters were moved into the basement upon your arrival.”

Patton sighs, “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, now, I’ll go get us some leftover pizza! Don’t move!”

Patton lays back into the abundant pillows on the bed. Remus really had set the room up nicely. Patton doubted it was this soft normally.

Remus comes back in with two plates. He places them on the bedside table. “Do you need some help sitting up?”

Patton shakes his head but when he attempts to sit up on his own his arms are shaky, Remus wordlessly helps him. Readjusting the pillows to that Patton could lean against them and still be upright.

He hands Patton a plate and a fork, “I, uh, cut it into pieces.” He looks away from Patton, embarrassed. “I thought that might, uh, make it easier to eat.”

Patton smiles at him, “Thank you, Remus.”

Remus gives him a radiant grin, relaxed now that Patton has validated his decision.

He manifests a chair and sits beside Patton. He squirts an odd amount of shaving gel onto his pizza and takes a bite. “So, uh, how are things over there with Virgil?”

Patton smiles at the way Remus says Virgil’s name, Patton knew the two were actually still very close and didn’t want to tell the others. Logan knew too. From what Janus has told Patton during their casual meetings, Remus and Virgil were more like brothers than Roman and Remus were.

“He’s been more relaxed lately, Thomas got those lavender candles and he’s been loving them.

Remus chuckles, “He loves lavender, there’s a small patch outside of the castle that he sits—” Remus coughs “that he used to sit in for hours.”

Patton chuckles, “Is that so?”

Remus nods, “It’s the only living thing I’ve bothered to maintain.”

Patton smiles, “That’s very sweet of you.”

Remus’s face turns slightly pink, “Yeah, maybe...”

Patton giggles and Remus’s face turns an even darker shade of pink.

“I...have things to do,” Remus isn’t looking at Patton. “I’ll come check on you later, call for me if you need anything.”

He’s out the door and Patton barely has time to say thank you.

———————

Hope y’all liked that, there may be a part 2 in the future :) haven’t decided yet. Lemme know if anyone would be interested and I’ll think about it.

#sanders sides #wrong turn goes right #ts remus #ts patton #intruality #patton sanders #remus sanders #thomas sanders #sanders sides fanfic #oneshot #blood #injury #gore

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calypsoff · 3 years ago

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Seventy Seven. Part 2

I just really have the urge to want to get dressed up now, I seen new outfits and have lost all senses of myself. I can’t wait to just dress up, that will be soon though. I need to pace myself “you just going to sit there and stare at me? Putting me off my breakfast” I snorted laughing “don’t be mean, I just hate that I am home. I miss getting dressed up now, I miss that but it’s ok. I will get over it, I really need a wax” Chris chuckled “you’re telling me that” I gasped in shock “really?” Is he being serious, Chris is laughing so much to himself “I like the feel of carpet anyways, just leave it” putting my hand up looking away from him, he is nasty “would you wax me?” I am asking like he wouldn’t “and your butt too, last time I checked the hair was getting bad there” I hate him so much, laughing at him “I really hate you right now” hearing Rylee crying “I am playing with you, you don’t need to think of that at all yet” getting up from the chair “yet, you’re right. But soon” shuffling off to get her “the delivery guy called me cute; I think it was cute oh wait, it was beautiful. Do I look beautiful poppa?” I twirled around to him “mhmm I suppose, I don’t know really. I am joking, Robyn you look amazing. For a woman that has just had a baby, you look great” I cooed out “thank you poppa” I feel so giddy now, my husband complimenting me like that. I adore him as much as he does adores me, god I am in love, I am content.

She is awake and her eyes today are brown, they were light brown yesterday “my angel, my whole heart. I love you so much, you staring at mommy?” Watching her move her arms, bringing her hand up touching her face “you raising hell for daddy in the night, what are you like? You need to stop acting like a diva because there is only one diva, that is me” I giggled “you listening to mommy speak? You like it” a smirk played on her face “oh my gosh, my whole heart. You got dimples, like your daddy. You are stealing his traits now my princess, I can’t believe how much hair you have. Mommy is going to have so much fun with it, once I can” lightly touching her nose, she is so happy “she’s actually smiling Chris, come quick” Chris got up and rushed over “you like mommy talking to you, you happy baby” she did it again “she has dimples, oh wow!” Chris is recording her as she shows off her beautiful little dimples “I am so in love Chris, oh my god. How did we create someone so perfect, she is just loving life” she is really feeling herself today “she is proud of last night, like bro. That diaper was nasty, yeah it ain’t it. I don’t like dirty diapers at all” Chris will get over it “send me the video” I asked him “you want to see my lock Screen” Chris asked, looking over at him “awww” it’s the picture he put up of us on Instagram “I love it, I’m so proud of you” he is so sweet “I love it, I live for these moments” Chris walked off, she is really making us happy today, I love it.

I still find it so weird when feeding my daughter, just the feel of it is weird to me. I mean I feel that we bond better but it’s a weird feeling but while she is feeding let me ring Tina, this is beyond a joke with how much clothes there is in this house and it’s all Rylee’ stuff, she will grow out of them too so I need to take this to a charity. I need Tina to find me something so I can donate it to a family that need it, specifically a black family that are in need. Placing my phone or my ear, she better pick up. I know Tina is getting used to me not being demanding anymore but she better be around for me “oh my god, it’s so weird seeing you call me. Rih!!!” Tina said down the phone “I missed your scared little voice when I call you, it’s been a while. Oh and I got your gifts, thank you so much. If I didn’t text you or anything, sorry. Things have been so hectic for me” I don’t even remember who I have text back and said thank you too anymore, it’s just so busy “expected it, and the picture you sent in the group chat. Rih she is so chubby, I love it. She is you, I am sorry to Chris but she is you” I cooed out “thank you, but I need you to do me a favour. I have too many things for Rylee, rather then put them in the trash I rather give it to those in need. I have so many things so if you can get I contact with a black women’s charity or something, so I can donate things to them, just families with newborns in need. If you can please” Tina cooed out “that is so sweet, of course I can. I will start now and get back to you” Tina is always good like that; I know she will be on it straight away.

My mother keeps telling I have to do things, get on with it so I am starting to do things now like now. I am just slowly putting the clothes away “I made the bed” Chris said “ok, thanks” he’s so so cute, he makes the bed so I don’t have to bend and do it, he does his best and that is all I can say about it, I love him so much. My smile grew just walking off with his white tee, this tee has a mark on it so let me put it in the hamper. I sighed out smiling wide to myself, looking at the bed all made up. I need to take these empty bottles down while I am at it, seeing the monitor and someone in Rylee’ room. I put the monitor on because she is in her crib upstairs, walking over to see and it’s just Chris. Let me see what he is doing, watching him peering over her crib. He just froze staring down in to it, my heart is just so full watching him. He then proceeded to walk off; he’s just went into her room to check on her. My husband is the sweetest, he adores her as much as I do, I can’t wait to spend some time with him tonight, just us.

I am actually so excited for Giorgio Baldi, I am sat here staring at the menu “what are you smiling at?” Chris asked as he sat down, shaking my head refusing to tell him because he will then proceed to make a joke of me “tell me?” I giggled “if I get up and come there Robyn!?” Oh he’s getting touchy “you’re going to laugh at me” looking up from my phone “I won’t?” Sighing out “fine, it’s Giorgio Baldi” Chris snorted laughing “see!” I knew he would “you sat there drooling over it, man. Making me get out of the house for it, did you feel bad about treating me nasty” biting on my nail staring at him “was I?” I said confused “ok fine, I felt bad. I just was so caught up in being a mother, concentrating on her needs when I needed to check on your needs too, you know? I have been a bad person, but I love you Chris and you have really amazed me. A lot, been my whole strength Chris. Thank you” Chris grinned at me, he really appreciates it and I can tell “I have seen a lot Robyn and it’s been hard for me, helpless. To me I feel I have been helpless a lot of my life, not in a bad way either-” Chris and I stopped talking and I eyes just diverted to the monitor because Rylee and this sharp cry “that is random” Chris got up from the couch, I take time getting up now “what is she doing?” I asked Chris frowned at the monitor “mhmmm, playing?” he made his way over to me “what is she doing, that is weird. I am going upstairs” Chris passed me the monitor, looking down at my daughter in the crib and touching her head, bringing the monitor closer to my face “what” I breathed out, getting up myself to see what the hell is happening. I am already walking up the steps slowly “Robyn!?” Chris spat “I am coming, just give me a moment” I can’t be running now “I don’t get it, what shall we do?” he is saying that, but I don’t know either “do I stop her or what!?” he panicked, I am panicking too deep down. Looking down into the crib, my daughter is crying and has gripped a whole bunch of her hair “what the-” has she malfunctioned.

I called the midwife and she said, we can’t make her stop. We just need to soothe her out to stop and this is something that happens a lot with newborns, they grab their own hair and just don’t let them go, we can’t make her either, we just have to soothe her as she doesn’t understand how to let go “hey, Rylee. Pookie, come on now” Chris said lightly stroking her stomach, she is here upsetting herself and making herself cry “come on Rylee, stop that. Maybe she has too much hair, if I tell my mom she is doing that she will say the evil eye has got to her” lightly stroking her hand, I don’t like seeing my daughter like this “I can’t believe Rylee is here torturing herself and yanking her hair like this” I said “it’s ok, you’re ok. Mommy and daddy got you, you can do it” the grip she has on her hair “Monica be like the evil got her, she will have Barbados praying” Chris laughed, he isn’t wrong “she will, I just can’t believe she got her hair like this. We will have to swaddle you now, once you let go” she is so stressed out “daddy will shave your hair, this will solve all of the problems won’t it” he will not be doing that “ignore him Rylee, he will not!” I spat.

Chris and I both just breathed out together, more of a sigh of relief “damn Rylee, the hell was your problem” Chris said, she finally let her hair go after trying to snatch her own hair off, this girl of mine. She really got Chris and I stressed the hell out “Rylee, girl. That was dramatic, you had us here worried. Now she is all quiet, my god” this girl of mine, Chris laughed out “she really got me sweating thinking what the fuck, gran gran Monica and nana Joyce are seeing this video, I do not care, they need to know what kind of child you are” Chris had to record her “I am just so glad she stopped, I think it’s time for some baby mittens for her. Maybe for a while, I don’t want to swaddle her, it gets warm doesn’t it. You can pick her up, I am going to the bathroom. Maybe she was playing with her hair?” just a thought, she could have possibly just wanted to touch her hair, I am not sure, but she got us both worried like hell for nothing. The midwife was kind of laughing at us, not in a bad way but she was laughing that how concerned we were about it; she was so calm and said it’s normal, not to fucking Chris and I it isn’t “snatching your bundles baby, you need to stop. We know you got lots of hair but come on” Chris picked her out of the crib.

Chris has made me so happy, Giorgio Baldi is a way to my heart “I haven’t seen you this happy in so long, like every bite for you is a turn on” I laughed nodding my head “you’re right Chris, I am just in my zone. I am so damn happy” I squealed out “but did you like the candles I put out; thought I would make it a little romantic for us. I mean we have Rylee in the living room but for now, it’s just us. But yeah, I just want you to know that you exceeded every expectation of you, I know you’re a good man but wow. Chris, just the things you do and have done for me, it’s not what any man does anymore. I am not even sure if your dad did that to your mother, I mean I won’t ask but you have really held me up Chris. When I was breaking you was there, you were lost but you were there. Held me up, I was in pain, and you jumped to help me. I mean what I suffered with was not nice for you to even see, for you to do that for me. I struggled with letting you do it, but it got to a point where I just gave up and for you to still look at me with loving eyes, I am just so lucky to have you. I don’t deserve you, even if you annoy me but that is life, it happens. Thank you Chris” I have to say it to him because it’s true “thank you, I think it’s not a chore to me. Like I had to do it because there was no choice, but I wanted too, I wanted to take care of you, and I was willing to do anything for you Robyn. It did hurt me immensely and it play with my mind and emotions to see everything, to see how it played out, to see you being cut open, it was a lot. And then seeing Rylee as she was when she was born, I don’t want to dwell on it, I want to move on form it because she is here with us, but it hurt me, it was so hard to not want to do something” nodding my head “this is why I praise you Chris, you have been a rock to me, to our daughter. You have been so strong but to see you so open to show emotions, to say I want a hug. But Chris I want you to not dwell on what you saw; I think God has blessed us. You did everything you can for us, I couldn’t have done it without you, and you need to understand” Chris nodded his head “appreciate it Robyn, I try” that is more than enough for me.

What more could I want in life, my daughter in the baby crib in the living room, my husband. Just pure peace “took your time, get the remote though” watching him walk over “you made Nachos, now you trying to make me fat” he knows damn well I love food “I got snacks for us” he placed it on the table and went to get the remote “so instead of watching a movie I think we should start watching Snowfall shit looks so good” I shrugged “whatever you want but can you pass me the popcorn, I want some” I pointed, Chris grabbed the bowl. Grabbing the bowl from him, he sat next to me in the corner couch “we could literally watch this before you start wanting to go out, it’s only four seasons” nodding my head “of course, hey Google, dim the lights” I said, placing the bowl between us “we should always do this you know, it’s nice don’t you think” resting my head on his shoulder “I agree, but if I enjoy this then we watch this together. Like you can’t watch it without me ever” he can’t do that if I enjoy it “then don’t sleep mouth breather” so he says, I won’t be falling asleep I am just getting comfy next to him.

#chriannaff #chrianna #chrianna ff #chrianna fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction

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chimchimsauce · 5 years ago

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Maniac: Stalker

Over the course of one week, Min Yoongi transitioned from YN’s sweet, lovable boyfriend into a complete nightmare - a maniac determined to make her life hell.

Rain patters down on the roof as YN taps the edge of her pencil against her five subject notebook, trying to think of what she should write next. This essay she’s working on isn’t due for another month, but if here’s something she hates, it’s the possibility of turning anything in late. She’d much rather stay up all night weeks early and be finished than to stress and cram last minute.

But for now, she’s sufficiently stuck, mind blanking on what she could possibly add to her essay about historical English literature. With a sigh, YN pushes away from her desk to massage her temples. As an art major, YN wishes she could just focus on her paintings instead of having to take general education classes, but sadly that is not the case.

She rolls her head around to loosen her stiff muscles and trots downstairs for a midnight snack. Thankfully, the college YN attends isn’t far from her childhood home, allowing her to save thousands by not living in the dorm. It also means that YN can work on her art projects without having to worry about creeping into her roommate’s personal space. YN downs a glass of water and looks at the clock, realizing that it’s already a little past one in the morning.

“That’s a good enough excuse to pick up that essay again this weekend,” she says to herself, drying her glass and placing it back into the cupboard.

Someone (most likely her Dad) left the TV on, so YN grabs the remote to turn it off, hesitating when she realizes the door to her art studio is slightly open. Frowning, YN leaves the TV on and goes to investigate. She knows that she hasn’t been in the studio today - hasn’t even been in there this week. Her parents know not to go in there because YN is very particular about not letting anyone see her work until it’s finished. So why . . .

The overhead lights buzz when she turns them on, humming lowly in a sound that is usually comforting to her. Her workspace is illuminated, a large drawing table taking up most of the space inside. Shelves full of paint, brushes, and other art supplies line the walls, as well as a gigantic mural her parents let her paint when it became apparent that art was her passion back in middle school. In the furthest corner, right next to the only and slightly opened window (did she do that?) is an easel holding a covered painting, one she hasn’t been able to work on for months.

With her throat suddenly feeling dry, YN places the TV remote on the table and makes her way to the window, being sure to close it tightly and lock it. For a moment, she stalls in front of the covered painting, almost wanting to reach out and reveal what’s hidden underneath. Just as her fingers brush across the cloth, lightning strikes, startling her so thoroughly that she trips over her own feet and grasps the cloth as a lifeline, ultimately landing firmly on her butt and revealing the half-finished painting in all of its glory. YN freezes as she is forced to come face to face with her creation, face to face with the portrait of the only man she’s ever loved - the only man she’s ever hated.

The memories come rushing in even though she tries not to think about it, tries not to let the past affect her. And yet . . .

The day is warm. It’s the middle of May and classes have just ended for the year. YN can barely believe that she’s successfully made it through her first year of college. All she wants to do now is head home and take a three-day-long nap. Before she can head to her car to begin making that dream a reality, something cold touches her forearm, causing her to jump slightly. When she turns, she is greeted by her happily smiling boyfriend.

“Yoongi!” she shouts, hitting his arm playfully, “What are you doing here?”

“I came to congratulate you on surviving her for a whole year,” he says, placing the beverage into her hand, “Oh, and to give you think. I know you probably haven’t had anything to drink all day.”

YN smiles sheepishly, looking bashful.

“You got me there,” she says, taking his gift and cracking it open.

The bubbles feel nice on her throat.

“But I know you’re up to something else,” she says, eyeing him somewhat warily.

The two of them have been dating since her junior year of high school. She knows Yoongi like the back of her hand by now.

“Just . . . stuff with my Dad again. He’s pissing me off.”

“Oh no,” YN says, reaching out with her free hand to touch his shoulder, “Is everything alright?”

Yoongi has always had a bit of a rocky relationship with his father. His mother passed away when he was just twelve years old, and his dad has taken up some toxic ways of handling stress. From gambling to drugs and alcohol, his dad has done and tried it all. It put Yoongi in a really rough place, so by the time he met YN, he was just about to go down that path his won self. But YN and her family reminded him of the good days, the days when his father made him feel safe and loved. She made him oh so desperately want to be a better person than his father had the ability to be, encouraging him to follow his dreams of becoming a producer and landing them both at the prestigious college they attend today.

Yoongi shrugs.

“Alright enough. He wants me to head home for a bit to talk about something important. I’m not sure what it is, but I wanted to let you know that I won’t be home for family dinner tonight.”

Yoongi is practically part of YN’s family at this point. Her parents adore him and her mother has been dropping some not so subtle hints about a wedding some time in the future.

“Okay. I’ll be sure to tell my mom,” she says.

Yoongi pulls her into a tight hug, one which betrays his true anxieties about his upcoming trip. YN isn’t sure what his dad told him, so all she can do is melt into his embrace and rub his back, being there for him.

“Thanks for the drink,” she says once he pulls away, “And I’ll see you soon, okay? I love you.”

“I love you more,” Yoomgi replies, kissing the top of her head and heading off, disappearing into the fray.

If only YN had known how much her life would change, she would have stopped him from going, screamed and kicked until he agreed to stay with her, to not go visit his despicable, scummy excuse for a dad. But hindsight is 20/20.

Yoongi didn’t call her when he returned from visiting his father. In fact, he was blatantly ignoring all of her calls. Paranoia began to build up inside of her, the young woman worrying that something had happened to her beloved boyfriend.

It wasn’t until she tried to visit him at his shared apartment to demand answers that she even began to understand what happened.

“He what?” YN asks, blinking at one of Yoongi’s roommates in confusion.

“Yoongi moved out a few days ago. Didn’t tell us why, just handed us a stack of hundreds, grabbed his stuff and left. He didn’t tell you?”

“I - no . . .” YN says, perplexed beyond belief.

What on Earth is happening?

“Sorry . . .” the other man (YN thinks his name is Jungkook) says, smiling apologetically at her.

“No, thank you for telling me,” she says, readjusting her purse on her shoulder and turning around, trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

She tries to call Yoongi again but is once more sent to voicemail. Determined to find him, YN embarks on a trip across town, checking all of Yoongi’s usual hang out spots. He isn’t in the coffee shop or the comic book store. She can’t find him at the independent recording studio or at the park where he likes to write songs.

Thoroughly exhausted and so nervous she’s almost shaking, YN steps into a small restaurant - the most expensive one in the area. She’d never be able to afford to eat there, but her friend Taehyung works as a waiter here and he usually takes his break around this time. She just really needs some comfort right now.

The waitstaff doesn’t look too disgusted by her casual attire and somewhat messy appearance - they’re used to her showing up to see Taehyung.

Thankfully he’s on his break, just like she predicted.

“Oh my gosh, Tae,” YN says as the two of them slide into a booth near the corner of the restaurant, “I think I’m losing my mind.”

“Why? What’s wrong?” her best friend asks, concerned.

YN doesn’t usually get this frazzled

“Yoongi’s basically shut me out and disappeared off the face of the planet,” YN says, clenching her fists together as if that will help anything at all.

“Did you guys have a fight or something?” Taehyung asks, frowning.

Yoongi and YN have always been a power couple. The two rarely got into a fight at all, and when they did they soon blew over completely.

“No. Last weekend he went to visit his dad and then radio silence. He was perfectly fine beforehand. I don’t know what’s wrong. And Tae . . .” YN says, leaning forward and widening her eyes, “He left his apartment! Pulled out of the lease and everything!”

“What?!” Taehyung says, this tone catching the attention of some of the other patrons who send him a dirty look, “Is he okay?! Did his dad do something?!”

“I don’t know!” YN says, glad not to be the only one freaking out, “Should I call the police?”

Before Taehyung can reply, the door opens and a small crowd of men enters. At first, YN doesn’t pay them any attention at all. They’re dressed just like everyone else - wearing outfits that probably cost a whole semester of tuition. They settle into the booth in the corner, one table between them and YN. Their chattering is obnoxious in a way that only rich brats can pull off. It’s as if they don’t even notice the other people in the restaurant.

The college town they’re in has a strange mix of really rich and not so rich people. It’s definitely a higher-end area with a great school that recently began to give out a ton of scholarships, pulling in a lot of different people from different backgrounds. You can definitely still tell who is who, though.

The group of men all take their seats and YN’s breath catches in her throat as she catches sight of her boyfriend. He’s almost unrecognizable. His dark hair has been bleached blonde, the color of white corn. He’s dressed to the nines too, wearing outfits YN knows for a fact he didn’t own last week.

“What the fuck,” she whispers, causing Taehyugn to turn around.

The other man’s eyebrows knit in confusion.

“What about that broad we see you hanging out with, Min Suga?” one of the boys asks loudly, leaning against the booth with a confidence that falls straight into the arrogant category.

“Hm?” Yoongi asks.

It’s clear that he hasn’t caught sight of YN yet. She’s just about to stand up and rush over to him, but Taehyung stops her.

“Maybe we should just watch for a bit,” he whispers, sinking low into the booth and peeping as conspicuously as possible.

“What? But . . .”

“Shh!” Taehyung hisses.

“Yeah, Suga, that arty girl. She your girlfriend? I see you hanging out all the time,” a different guy says.

“Oh please!” The third person says, “No way in hell. Everyone knows that art hoes are crazy.”

YN’s shoulders tense up and she has to fight the words springing up in her throat. Surely her Yoongi will -

“Nah, she’s just some weirdo who likes hanging around me. We went to the same high school and she’s used that as an excuse to cling onto me.

“Ah. So she’s a watcher,” Guy one says.

“A stalker!”

“A psychopath!”

All four of them cackle like a pack of hyenas. It’s then that Yoongi finally looks up and catches YN’s eye.

“She’s a fucking maniac,” he says, looking YN dead in the eye.

Her world comes to a screeching halt as Yoongi dismisses her so cruelly and completely without explanation.

“I’m leaving,” she tells Taehyung, standing up to leave as tears gather in her eyes.

“Isn’t that her now?” One of the others says, “Did she follow you here as well?”

“What a fucking creep!”

“Hey!” One of them shouts loudly, catching the attention of everyone in the venue, “Stop being such a psycho! Don’t you know that people like you aren’t anything to people like us? Stop bothering Suga and fuck off!”

Before YN can even move, something cold covers her skin and glass shatters on the floor, causing a few people to scream.

One of them had snatched a pitcher of water from one of the waiters and thrown it at her.

“The fuck is your problem, man!” Taehyung demands, no longer able to stand idly by.

“Don’t,” YN whispers to him, skin stinging from the glass that sliced her. Tears are falling down her face now, “You have to worry about your job,”

“Fuck this job!” Taehyung says, getting ready to snatch one of those arrogant assholes by the collar and wring his neck.

“Kim Taehyung!” A voice shouts.

It’s his manager.

“Hand over your badge right now! That is no way to treat a guest!”

“But!”

“Now!”

The two of them are then shoved out of the restaurant, Taehyung comforting a sobbing and trembling YN as best he can. It was the first day of her new life - the first day of hell.

YN rises to her feet and recovers the painting, shaking. Lightning flashes once more and she swears she sees a figure outside in her yard.

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howdoyousleep3 · 4 years ago

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Nov 24, 2020

Dear Miss K (aka, my lovely, amazing, perfect little filthy 🧁🥰) :

First of all, I would like to apologize because life has kicked me so damn much lately and I haven’t had the time to read and leave a comment about your amazing, work of art “We freak on the cam” fic 😔😭. Please forgive this poor lost soul who hasn’t had time to do anything else than work, stressed myself while I’m awake and fall asleep with my phone in my hand 😢. Now, being said that, I would like to express my love and gratitude towards you and PrettierAndYounger for the amazing gift you have given us!

GIRL... you broke me!!!!! There are no words to express how much I love that fic!!!!

I took some “notes” from my favorite parts but actually I can’t say they are my favorites cause all the fic and the art is amazing but here are a couple that turned my brain in hot liquid lava...

Steve has tits Bucky wants to sink his teeth into. — uggggggh you and me baby Bucky (tbt I found this edit of Chris and now I can’t help but think that’s “Cap” for ya 🤪😝😩🥵

“Have always loved it, intimacy and bringing someone pleasure. After I got out of the military I was at a loss, wasn’t sure what to do, and I was getting pretty sad, but I knew I wanted it to be something for me. Spent half’a my life doing things for other people. It was my turn.” — damn! That sad and “it was my turn KILLED ME. Ofc you have all the right in the world to do it by precious daddy, I mean Cap! I mean Steve 😩

Gonna show me somethin’ no one has ever seen, baby?” Obviously YESSSS!!! 🤤 show it to us baby Bucky, you pretty little thing. That boy is such a beauty from any angle 🤤😏

“Oh, honey—I’d be so good to you. But once I get my hands on you, you bet your sweet ass I’m leavin’ marks.” Perfect — YESSSSS leave all the marks! It’ll make it real! And baby Bucky will feel so good, so owned (and ruined for anyone else)

Bucky watches with hungry eyes, presses his hips down into his comforter, lets them roll and chase his pleasure a bit. Bucky gets one eyeful of Steve cupping and squeezing at his own dick around what’s left of that sheet before— Oh shit…” Bucky’s head falls to lean on his arm, tilted to the side. He doesn’t think he can hold it up anymore and doesn’t want to look like an idiot if he were to try. He’s moving before he can comprehend what he’s doing — INSERT THIRSTY WET NSFT GIF HERE—

He feels like an animal, like a bitch in heat. You and me both baby Buckyyyy I mean, how could you not (btw, it’s so fucking HOT at least for me, reading that phrases)

The cherry on top is that beautiful set of balls resting heavily at the base of his dick. Bucky can imagine and feel the weight of them on his tongue without trying hard. They make Bucky want to be sloppy. — I want to be suffocated by that heavy pair of balls 😬🤤 that would be a beautiful dead

Get specific, Buck. You know I wanna hear those dirty words comin’ out of your angel mouth.” — that “angel mouth” it’s an amazing contrast cause boy has the most beautiful 👄 but at the same time, there’s nothing angelic about the delicious things Bucky can do with his mouth, it’s like a religious experience for which would be worthy walk from earth to hell and back just to get a taste of his mouth

Steve is a leaker, drips like a broken faucet, fat cockhead shiny even through the computer screen. Bucky wants to slurp him up. 👄💋 he’s a leaker and I’m such a thirsty little creature 😔 mmmm god Bucky is so luckyyyy!

After that I stopped taking notes cause I was in too deep reading and I lost myself in the but then, I was brutally shaken with this...

He feels even sluttier on his back, stretches and rolls like a kitten, grins as he looks up and over at his computer screen. He feels intoxicated as Steve looks back at him in the same inebriated fashion.

“Want you to fuck me,” Bucky murmurs hotly, spreads his legs nice and slow as he speaks. When Steve rumbles, reaches somewhere out of view, Bucky whines and lets his head drop back onto his pillows. “Want you to fuck this pussy, Daddy. Want you to give it to me so good, so fuckin’ good.”

I have a very graphic mind, you know so I can see him so clearly, oh gosh I can barely take it!!! Seb is so gorgeous and imagining him being a little minx is so 💦

Oh, honey yeah. Daddy’s got a big cock, you know that. D’have to train that pussy.” — yessss daddy ruin that pussy for anyone else!!! Such a gorgeous fat cock to fuck that beautiful sweet pussy 😩💋💦🍑

But this... HOLLY SHITTTTT THIS KILLED ME !!!!!

His eyes almost cross when he watches Steve move, push his computer back, watches the older man crawl onto his front, dig his knees into the bed, hand never leaving his dick. He gets into position to fuck Bucky. — K, I need your contact info cause I’m gonna send you my therapist bill, GIRL YOU BROKE ME, MY BRAIN IS BROKEN!!!

Come on, baby. Lemme see that pussy squirt, s’a boy, give it to me, yes—”

“Do it, Bucky. Do it. Come on, baby. Lemme see that pussy squirt, s’a boy, give it to me, yes—”

Bucky doesn’t win things, doesn’t have any luck in this life, has to work hard for every single thing he has. That phrase is something I can relate to Bucky so damn much! Well, not really, cause a) I’m no sexy and precious like him b) I didn’t get to find my “prince charming perfect daddy Steve Rogers” 🤣 but yes, have to work hard for every single thing 😌

I think is safe to say that I like it to infinity and beyond and you deserve no less than praises cause I said before, this is a work of art.

Thank you so much for taking the time to write this amazing and holy shit 21231 words fic! I wish I could write 21231 words praising you and thanking you for this gift of fic you’ve given us but to my utter sorrow, I’m not a writer.

Thank you again baby K and ohhhh I loved the

My sweet sweet sugary bb ana!!!! What did I ever do to deserve you or this?? Honey, never apologize for life happening-- I am not important enough for that! The stories are always there for you to get to as soon as you can or whenever you want!

All of the parts that you pointed out are ones that I just loved writing! I knew I didn’t want Steve to lay back and touch himself and I almost blacked out thinking about him fucking his fiiiiiiiiist, ah! It seems like I’m being billed left and right for new sheets and therapist visits so might as well add yours on! Put it on my tab. 😉

Love you so so so much! Thank you for this lovely comment here and on the one on Ao3!! 🧁😘💕

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taehyungiestummy · 5 years ago

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“This is it,” I bounce on the balls of my feet. “We are finally in line for our last trip to take us to our boys. I am going to lose it.”

Emily chuckles, “You were not this excited when we graduated, which is kind of surprising. The plane ride isn’t as important as finishing school, so we never have to come back here. Unless with the boys.”

“Graduation is the reason we had to wait two weeks after our normal date to fly over to the city we belong,” I fix my glasses that have slid down my nose.

“When you put it that way, I can understand your feelings. However, we are going to be spending the rest of our lives with them,” she tugs me forward as the security line moves.

“Eh,” I shrug. “Still, I had to wait even longer than last year to see the love of my life.”

“Oh, don’t get gushy now,” she chuckles. “We are going to see them very soon. Keep it together.”

“I will,” I adjust the straps of my backpack, so my shoulders won’t be sore. “I just, he’s the love of my life, and I am going to spend so much time with him. It’s finally sinking in.”

“You are so cute,” Emily ruffles my hair. “How can you be so cute?”

“It’s just luck,” I giggle, swatting her hand away and fixing my hair. “Tae may also be rubbing off on me. He is overly cute at times.”

“That’s his whole deal,” Emily motions for me to see that we are almost to the front of the line.

“He’s the cute one, I know.”

“Last year, I remember we talked about our looks, but I don’t think much has changed since then. I have a tad more purple in my hair, and that’s it.”

“I wear my glasses more than not to please Yoongi and Taehyung. The blue in my hair is a richer shade and more prominent. It is crazy how one year can change a ton, and the next not so much.”

“As is life,” she places her backpack on the conveyor belt.

I follow, and am glad that we were the lucky group that were able to keep their shoes on. It makes this process go boy just slightly faster, but it is so satisfying because then it doesn’t feel like such an eternity.

“Finally, now we can get to our gate,” I sigh, falling into a good pace next to Emily.

“Do you think our parents believed us when we said we won’t be coming home?” Emily asks.

“We mailed boxes of our things to Nari. We left objects of ours that we can replace or don’t want behind in their houses. They must know we are serious. There’s nothing left for us here.”

“Our graduation party was like a goodbye party as well. Some of the people that came we won’t see for a long time. Really, all of them.”

“We can Skype, but that probably won’t happen often. People get busy. We’ll be busy.”

“Skype dates will be a thing of the past. We will always go on real life dates from now on,” she grabs my arm and pulls me towards our gate.

“They were fun, but I like dates where we can kiss. Gah, I want to kiss Tae so bad,” I fore myself to push all thoughts of Taehyung’s lips out of my mind.

“I didn’t kiss Namjoon nearly as much as you kissed Taehyung, and being away from him I wished I had.”

“You can make up for it in a few days,” I pat her upper arm. “he probably regrets not kissing you, and is going to fix it when the two of you reunite.”

“How are you feeling about the topic of marriage now?”

I take in a slow breath, “You know, I’m good. It doesn’t freak me out. I love Taehyung more than anyone, and I want to be his wife. I want him to be my husband.”

“Truly the cutest couple in this whole world. You two will be beyond happily married. It needs to happen soon.”

“Oh, no, not soon,” I walk us over to our gate. “A few years, maybe. I’m still quite young.”

“He is the love of your life,” she pokes my side as we take a seat. “You work with him now, so you’ll be with him all the time. You are practically married already.”

“You need a job,” I smile, bringing my hand up to touch the infinity sigh necklace Taehyung gifted to me for my birthday last year. “Has Nari found anything?”

“Not yet,” Emily sighs. “I’m sure something will pop up soon. At least by the end of the summer.”

“I’m sure it will. Everything will fall into place when it is meant to.”

“That is very true,” she pats my hand. “That’s how we should live our lives.”

“I want to board soon because I have emails to send,” I chew on my bottom lip for a second. “And we have to discuss surprising the boys at their last fan sigh before coming home for a bit. I can’t wait to go to some new countries. I like traveling with the boys. No matter how tired it makes me.”

“It does wear you down. Last year you had a few meltdowns, and I think they were due to being so tired.”

“Yeah, that had a lot to do with it. And then my mental health had a dip.”

“You’ve been on a high for some months now, so hopefully that keeps going.”

“It should, when we get where we belong,” I smile. “I can’t wait to see how they react to seeing us at the fan sigh.”

“Calling it now, you will cry. Not bawling, but you will shed a few tears.”

“Probably. I’ll be so happy that it will be the only thing I can do.”

“Are you going to make Taehyung watch baseball with you?”

“Hell yeah. This is the Cubs year. I will pay so our TV plays all of their games.”

“Oh my, gosh. That’s right. You and Taehyung are moving in together. I had forgotten.”

I grip the bottom of my t-shirt. “It’s pretty crazy, but it will be so good for me. Tae will be the best roommate.”

“Your apartment will always be filled with love. Even more so when you get your two dogs.”

“I can’t wait to get two puppies.” I giggle. “All that’s important is that we save them.”

“A kind soul. You always try to look out for others.”

I shrug, “When you grow up how I did, you learn to give others what they need. It helps me get over being raised by my siblings, and a warmth spreads through my heart when I help others.”

Emily opens her mouth to reply, but is interrupted by the lady over the intercom, “Now boarding the flight to Seoul, South Korea.”

“That’s us,” I slowly stand up, feeling a rush of nerves run through me.

“You okay? You look sick,” Emily stands up and places her hand on my forehead.

“I’m fine,” I take in a breath. “I just can’t believe it. We are finally going home. Two years ago, when we made the first trip over, I didn’t think much would come out of it. Now, I can’t imagine my life anywhere else but in Seoul. With you, and Nari, and all the boys. I just want to be home.”

Emily has pulled her hand away and is smiling at me with an unending amount of love. “Let’s get in line to board this place. You seem to be homesick, and so am I.”

********

“Vernon is such a sweet boy,” I smile as I send the email to him. “I’m so glad I could help him and become his friend in the process.”

“Did he get the girl?” Emily takes a sip of her Sprite.

“He did,” I giggle. “Oh my, I was a wingman. Sort of.”

“What was her hesitation to date a super cute boy?”

“The fact that he’s an up and coming idol, and so many people know who he is. She likes her privacy, which is totally understandable. However, he’s her best friend. She couldn’t deny the feelings forever.”

“How did you convince her?”

“I didn’t, Vernon did. I just gave him some helpful tips. Like, he’s still the dork that talked to her the first day of school, and being an idol shouldn’t keep them apart. Simple stuff, really.”

“I bet he wants to thank you personally,” Emily gently pinches my cheek. “I bet you want to talk to him in person.”

I feel my cheeks barely heat up, “Well, yeah, I’d love to talk to him. He’s in one of the first groups we looked up, and the one we stuck with. We were with them when they had more members than they do now. Before they even had any music out. From the very beginning.”

“That is true. They’ve been through a lot, too.”

“Enough about those cute Asian boys, though,” I close my laptop. “Taehyung got a role in a drama, and I’ve never been so happy or excited for him. Filming is done, but he said that his is just the beginning.”

“When the drama comes out, we will have to watch it together. All of us. Taehyung deserves it.”

“It doesn’t come out until December, so remember that. I’d love to have a weekly get together to support my babe.”

“Has he told you anything about it?”

“Not much,” I slip my laptop into my backpack. “Just that it is set a few hundred years in the past, and his character is just like him. Plus, a few pictures of him in costume. He looks to damn good with long hair.”

“Joonie hasn’t been up to much like your boyfriend,” Emily chuckles. “Just song writing. He says the new album, with an October projected release, is the best yet. They barely have half the songs written, and like nothing recorded.”

“Then we will be blown away if they have that much faith. The last few albums have been pretty good. I am looking forward to whatever they come up with.”

“How is Yoongi coming along with his mixtape? Is he going to drop it soon?”

I chuckle, “He’s almost done, I think. He’s a perfectionist, so it could still be a while. Besides, he really wants me to sing on it, and won’t drop it until I do.”

“You’ll do great. You’re singing has improved so much, and it sounds so lovely now. Yoongi wouldn’t ask you to do it if he didn’t think you were capable.”

I give her a slightly shove. “Thanks for that. I had so many Skype singing lessons, so I hope I would be kind of good.”

“I’m so glad you are more positive about yourself. I know it was hard to go from brining yourself down to picking yourself up, but I am so proud of you.”

“Thanks to Tae and Yoongi,” I slightly smile. “Really, all the boys. You got the ball rolling, though. You’ve always been so positive for me.”

“Anything for my best friend,” she ruffles my hair.

I yawn, sliding down in my seat. “Man, I need to take a nap. I am beat. A few hours before the plane, which is just enough time for a good sleep.”

“Nope, we still have to talk about what we are going to do at the meet and greet.”

I close my eyes and sigh, “Fine. Um, we have to dress so our faces are hidden, so the boys don’t know it is us right away. I also don’t want many of the other fans to know it is us and ruin the surprise. I’m out for all the world to see.”

“So we just stand in line like normal ARMY’s? Are we bringing gifts?”

“Eh, if we go shopping tomorrow, then yes. I don’t think it will matter. Won’t we be gift enough?” I smirk.

Emily chuckles, “I guess so. I’ve been meaning to ask how being public has been. Namjoon has made it clear that he has a girlfriend, but not that it’s me. My face, name, almost everything is still hidden.”

I slowly open my eyes, titling my head so I can look at my best friend. “Big Hit made sure most of my private life stayed as that. Private. But, I felt like ARMY deserved to know a little bit about me, so I let Tae post a few pictures of him and I on their Twitter. Then I just gave my Twitter out.”

“That’s why you have so many more followers. ARMY actually followed you. Are they nice?”

“Mostly, yeah,” I yawn, pushing myself to sit up in my seat. “I don’t look at comments and such too much. The boys get hate, and I must get some too. I’d rather not risk it.”

“I understand. Taehyung might see it.”

“He does,” I fix my glasses that threaten to fall down my nose. He told me about it recently. It’s not much, just jealous people. Tae said it doesn’t matter. He will always love me.” My eyes flutter close. “It hurts him, though. Knowing people don’t accept me for who I am. They don’t understand that he’s found his soulmate, and nothing, no amount of hateful words can tear us apart.”

“Not everyone was bound to be happy, but hate is never called for. You two will be able to push past it. It will never break you up.”

“I know. It just sucks to know people took time to hate on me, on him, on the others,” I sigh. “I really need to sleep before I burst into tears. I’m going to cry if we keep talking about this.”

“Sleep tight, Amber. I’ll wake you up before we land.”

********

“We made it,” I groan, my back still tense as we wait for our luggage. “My back is happy,” I sigh as I reach for the ceiling and feel my muscles begin to relax.

“I’m glad to be back in Korea,” Emily smiles as the luggage conveyor belt starts up. “I guess that means we should switch to Korean now.”

“It was fun being able to talk to each other at school and no one knew what we were talking about,” I fall into my Korean tongue with great east. “The looks on the first day when we did it. I’ll never forget.”

“They finally believed us,” Emily points to our suitcases coming our way. “But, I’m glad to leave them all in the States.”

“And in the past,” I smirk.

The two of us walk over and grab our one suitcase each before walking away from the conveyor belt. I’m the one who takes the lead to get us to the exit.

“I was thinking, when we travel with the boys now, since they are much more popular, airports will be full of people trying to see the boys. It will be crazy,” I run a hand through my hair.

“Sunglasses and face masks, that will be how we keep hidden. The boys will be very protective of us. They won’t let us go until we are on the plane.”

“Or they will never let us go. Tae likes to be touching me in some way. He’s very cuddly. I missed that the most. Next to kisses.”

“When you move in together, you’ll get all the cuddles, snuggles, kisses, anything you want, all the time.”

“I’m excited for it. Tae said our apartment is really cute. The place allows pets, which was a must. We will be such a happy family,” I force the smile to stay off my face, but the right corner of my mouth pulls up just slightly.

“The cutest family. Your dogs will be so loved,” Emily grabs my hand. “He has decorated the space, yes?”

“Yes, with the basics. Bed, TV, video game consoles, couch, and all that. All my stuff will fit into it easily. He wants to combine our stuffed animal collections.”

“It will be so big,” she chuckles. “That’s really cute, and shows that you share things now. It’s no longer one, it is both of you as one. If that makes sense.”

“It is us now,” I begin to scan the area for Nari as we are almost to the exit. “I like it,” I feel my necklace bounce around. “Do you see Nari?”

“Um,” Emily begins looking around with me. “Oh, I think I spot a sign with our names.” She releases my hand to point at the spot.

I look over to where Emily is pointing, and a flash of nostalgia washes over me.

Nari is standing with a simple piece of white paper that reads ‘Amber and Emily from America.’ Just like it was two years ago, and I know she did it on purpose.

Emily and I pick up our pace, reaching Nari in the next few seconds. All three of us can’t get the smiles off our faces.

“Oh girls, it is nice to see you,” Nari lowers the paper. “I have been counting down the days for months, and I am so glad you are here.”

“For life,” I nod. “We told our parents our plan, but how much they understood and truly believed is not clear.”

“But we are here to stay,” Emily takes over for me. “We can’t leave our boys again. It would be too much. Amber had such a bad few months when we first got back this time, and I never want to see that again.”

“I can’t do that again,” I mess with my glasses. “I just can’t. I am not leaving Taehyung ever again like that. We will be together for the rest of our lives.”

“That’s cute,” Nari pokes my nose. “Speaking of being together, Taehyung picked up the boxes you sent over. They are probably just sitting in your apartment, waiting for you.”

“That’s crazy. My apartment. I didn’t pay for it, but I can now. I don’t want Tae to worry about all the bills. That would be selfish of me.”

“You work at Big Hit now, so the two of you can handle it.”

“I’m sure. I also have money in the bank I’ve been saving for a while. We should be good for a long time.”

“You may have to dog sit, Nari,” Emily chuckles. “You know the cutest couple want some doggies.”

“Yes, I will do that,” Nari giggles. “Traveling will be crazy, and long days at the studio.”

“I can do it during the day,” Emily says. “I still have to find a job.”

“It will happen when it is meant to happen,” I bite my bottom lip. “Oh, Nari, how is Jin-oppa?”

“Jinnie is good,” Nari nods a few times. “He actually moved in with me. A few months ago now, and it ahs been wonderful. He still stays at the dorms when needed, but we communicate so we can see each other and all that good stuff. It has been nice. Having him around at night, and when I wake up. We cook as often as we can together. It is fun having him for a roommate, and he has paid rent, so that’s a plus. I would love him anyways, but helping with financial stuff is nice.”

“That’s awesome,” Emily shuffles around. “Now I’ll be your other roommate. That will be so much fun. I’ll try to stay out of your way.”

“Ah, you and Namjoon aren’t up to the living together level yet,” Nari pats Emily’s shoulder. “Both of you couldn’t move out at once anyways. I wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

I giggle, “I’ll come over as much as I can, or you can come over to my place. I love you, Nari. You made so much possible. Besides, I’m staying over tonight.”

“True, true,” Nari says. “Are you excited to ride the train in a few days?”

“Yes, I love the train. It is so much fun. Tae and I had a lot of fun last year when we took it to visit his family.”

“I’ve never ridden on a train before, so I am excited for it,” Emily answers. “I just want to see Namjoon.”

“Of course,” Nari bobs her head a few times. “It has been another nine months, almost ten this time around. They probably want to see you just as much. One more day.”

“Can we just get back to your apartment and eat something?” I yawn, my legs beginning to cramp. “My feet are hurting, and it has been such a long day.”

“Yeah, I agree,” Emily yawns, stretching out her back. “Plane rides are so draining. Going to have to get used to it, though.”

“Traveling will be a big part of our lives very soon,” I rub my eyes, fixing my glasses right after. “So let’s get some rest in now while we can still help it.”

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Holy crap! I am so excited to get this story started! For now, expect a chapter each Friday until I am finished with this Spring Semester, and then I will figure out what days a chapter will go up. Anyways, thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed, and I would love to know what you thought! Moodboards of the girls will be going up soon. :D

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sprnklersplashes · 5 years ago

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not beyond repair (19/20)

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Veronica thought she had everything ready for her senior prom. Dress, check. Make-up, check. Shoes, check. Date, ride, hair. Check, check, check. And to top it off, she had had Heather going through everything with her and Martha the other day, the two of them sitting on her floor and nodding so much it was giving them whiplash. So she was sure she had prepared herself for every possible outcome.

Except one, clearly. Her mother and her ever-present camera. Veronica hadn’t even made it all the way downstairs in her dress before her mom started snapping photos of her and Martha in between gasps of amazement and overly-enthusiastic compliments.

“Okay let me get one of you and Martha before your dates get here,” her mom says, practically dragging Veronica over to the fireplace. She may well be rolling her eyes, but there’s a warm buzz about the room that’s been following her around all day, and she feels like nothing can really chase it away. Since she woke up that morning, even the usual worrying she’d felt following her around recently had evaporated, even if it’s just for the next 24 hours, giving her one day off. So she wraps her arm around Martha and smiles for the camera, willing to accept an overabundance of photos as the price for one golden day.

“Oh, you girls look so gorgeous,” Martha’s mom sighs, also armed with a camera. She nudges Veronica’s mom, her eyes beginning to glisten. “Oh Ella, where did the time go?”

“Hell if I know,” her mom sighs. “Doesn’t it feel like yesterday they were clinging to our legs because they didn’t want to go to kindergarten?”

“Mom!” Martha hisses. “Gosh… Please don’t be like that when Heather gets here.”

“I won’t embarrass you in front of your friend, Martha,” Mrs Dunnstock says. “And I’m sure her mother’s thinking the exact same.” Martha nods stiffly, her lips rolled into a thin line. Heather’s mother has become something of a dark inside joke for their group, and even more so for Martha and Heather. “Oh, Ronnie that dress really is lovely on you.”

“Thanks, Aunt Mel,” she says, pulling at the skirt again. She’s forgone pretty much every accessory she had thought about, going just with her butterfly necklace and a thin silver bracelet she found on her dresser. She touches the butterfly again, her lips curling into a smile and her heart picking up as she traces the outline.

“That’s the necklace the boyfriend got her,” her mom explains to Mel, in a voice Veronica guesses is meant to be low and quiet enough for them not to hear. Needless to say, it failed. Still, her mom gets this soft, tender expression when she talks about JD, specifically to anyone else, maybe because she’s glad they’re still together, maybe she feels responsible for them. Whatever the reason, it brings Veronica more happiness than she thought it could.

A knock at the door stops the photoshoot in its tracks, and sends Veronica’s heart racing, her skin prickling as butterflies take flight in her stomach.

When she goes to open it, the small silhouette calms her a little, but she’s still beaming when she opens the door.

“You look amazing!” is what Heather first says to her. She’s one to talk, clad in a light yellow dress with a glittering skirt, the dress hugging her petite figure and her hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, her lips and cheeks pinker thank usual. A yellow gemstone hangs on a silver chain around her neck, glittering in the setting sun, and a gold bracelet shines on her wrist. But even without all that, she’s practically sparkling herself.

“So do you,” Veronica tells her, giving her a quick hug, careful not to wrinkle her dress.

When they turn to Martha, they find her with her mouth hanging open and her cheeks beginning to turn pink. Her eyes move so, so slowly over Heather, committing her to memory, and they shine the minute they set eyes on her. Veronica grins behind her hand, especially when she sees Heather gasping beside her, equally as transfixed by Martha as she is by her.

“You look amazing,” Martha tells her, her voice shaking and breathless with a hint of disbelief. Heather shakes her head, grasping Martha’s hand in a gesture that feel so intimate that Veronica feels bad for watching.

“So do you,” she tells her, stroking her cheek and running her hand over Martha’s curled hair. “I… I got you something.”

“Heather-”

“I know it’s not a corsage,” she says weakly, taking a small box out of her purse. “But you’ve got a lot of flowers already, and I thought you might like this.” When she opens the box, there’s a silver ring inside, a pink gemstone sitting in the centre of two minute diamonds. It’s nothing short of gorgeous. Martha’s trembling hand flies to her mouth, just about hiding the growing smile. “My dad helped me pick it out. It’s from his store.”

“Heather…” She whispers. Veronica knows to avert her eyes as Heather slips the ring onto Martha’s finger. “Thank you.” She doesn’t need to guess what the seconds of silence that pass between them mean. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” The words are whispers of whispers but charged with so much meaning that even Veronica feels it. If Heather hadn’t already drilled into her that she can’t lest she mess up her eyeliner, she’d be crying for them.

And then, just as she’s turning to follow the two of them into the living room, there’s another knock at the door. One that stirs up butterflies in her stomach and leaves her breathless. She steps back from the living room, squeezing her necklace once for luck. She takes a second to check her reflection in the mirror, her face framed with loose strands of hair that artfully escaped her loose low bun, before turning the handle and opening the door.

“Woah,” he breathes. She can only describe his expression as awestruck, his eyes wide and bright, the smile on his face dazed but so sincere, his mouth opening slightly and closing without words. As if he needs any. She can’t remember a time where she like this before, a little dizzy and a little giddy, bashful and bold at the same time. When eyes meet hers, they overflow with admiration and pride and wonder. They tell her everything he can’t say and she hears every word.

The sight of him does the same to her. His hair falls gently over his forehead and he’s clad in a black suit and light blue shirt, no tie and the top button undone a little, which takes her mind to the cheekiest of places and the whole thing leaves her breathless. Beneath his shirt is a flash of a familiar silver chain and the ring he’s worn since he came back to her is still in its usual place on his thumb. Prom or no prom, he’s her JD, and she utterly loves every part of him.

“You’re pretty woah yourself,” she teases, their fingers brushing against each other and tangling playfully.

“You look stunning,” he tells her, his voice still a little shaky. Warmth rises in her cheeks, even more so when she takes her hand. “Absolutely stunning.”

“Thank you,” she replies, the words admittedly a little weak. She lets go of his hand to run her finger down his cheek and trace all the way down to his collar. “You look amazing.” She presses her finger into the corner of his mouth as he grins.

“Here.” He takes a box out from behind his back, revealing a white lily on a thin blue ribbon.

“Oh my gosh,” she breathes, shaking her head a little as a laugh escapes her body. She looks up at up, into his shining eyes, and she wishes she could just live in this moment. His hands are delicate and gentle, if a little nervous, as he slips it onto her wrist, all the while he bites his lip in anticipation. “It’s beautiful, J.”

She pulls him into a kiss, one that’s threaded with sweetness and bliss and one that, were there not people waiting in the living room and on the porch, she’d have let go one forever.

“Ahem, parental figure in the room,” a familiar voice says behind JD, dry and sarcastic but just as warm as it always has been. Claire smiles, just as much pride in her eyes as her own mother had. “You look amazing, Veronica.”

“Thank you,” she tells her before leading her into the living room. “Come on, everyone else is in here.” She doesn’t fail to notice how she tucks her shirt further into her jeans as they go and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear.

“You look nice, son,” her dad says from across the room, raising an eyebrow. JD’s hand tightens around hers while his other one grasps the hem of his jacket and he takes in a sharp breath. Veronica shares a sly look with Martha and Heather, the three of them stifling a giggle.

“Thank you, sir,” he says stiffly, nodding behind him. “This is my-um… This is Claire.”

“You’re the foster mom, aren’t you?” her mom asks, shaking Claire’s hand enough to take her arm off.

“I was,” she says, her eyes flitting to JD and her face growing soft and her smile proud. Beside her, JD smiles back with gratitude in his eyes. “Permanent mom-figure now.”

“Oh, of course, the adoption,” her mom says. “Well, maybe you can tell us over coffee once we get these kids ready.”

Behind them, Martha’s mom has already started taking photos of her and Heather, the two of them more wrapped up in each other than in the camera, Martha holding Heather tightly against her and Heather nuzzling in as much as she can, her arms firm yet gentle around her waist. The smile on Martha’s face is so bright, so carefree in a way that’s completely new and completely wonderful. The sun streams through the window and the two of them glow in its light.

“Okay, Veronica, JD, you two get in front of the fireplace there,” Veronica’s mom says. “Come on before we lose the light.”

“Hey, do you think you could send me a copy of these,” Claire asks, quirking an eyebrow at JD. His mouth falls open in response, and a silent you wouldn’t falls from his lips, Claire the only non-oblivious adult. “I’d love one for the mantle.”

“Oh, I hate her,” JD whispers in a tone that implies anything but.

Laughing, Veronica positions herself against him, one arm around his waist and her head carefully resting on his shoulder, mindful of her hair. JD takes her free hand and squeezes tightly, pressing a gentle, quick kiss to her hair, a bold move in front of her dad, and it only makes her smile grow wider and her heart warmer.

The photo might be fun, but it’s not really necessary, she thinks. Nothing could make her forget this.

“Have a fun night, kids,” her dad tells them as he pulls up in front of the school. “But not too much fun.” He turns and shoots JD a look while he’s pressed into the corner of the backseat. “You hear that, son?”

“Crystal clear, sir,” he replies, his hand fidgeting in his lap as he no doubt remembers the ‘have her home by 11’ speech that Veronica had to negotiate to 12, and then to 1. Eventually he had relented, patting her on the shoulder and telling her to stay out as late as she wants. Within reason, of course.

“Wow,” Veronica whispers as they step into the hall. Outside they hadn’t done much outside of a banner draped across the front door, but inside, she can’t help but feel impressed. She still recognises it as the gym she’s played basketball on for years, but the low lights hide the chipped paint and the mirror ball slowly turning above them gives the room an air of elegance not known to Westerberg High. White and silver balloons roll around the floor, some boys throwing them between each other and stabbing them in girl’s ears, pissing them off and making them laugh in the same breath. Matching streamers hang from the rafters, as do little stars and moons, turning from silver to a rainbow of colours when the light catches them.

She never thought she’d describe her school like this, but it’s beautiful. Clearly, the prom committee have outdone themselves.

“Why don’t I get you a drink?” JD offers as they come to their table.

“Gentleman,” she replies with a peck to his cheek. “Thanks.”

Just as she turns to take her seat, she spots a dazzlingly lovely red dress and blonde hair swept up and held not by a scrunchie, but by a silver and ruby clasp. She shakes off everyone following her, including Kurt, her date, Veronica would guess, sending him off to chase some poor kid around. Even in the half-light, Veronica can tell there’s loneliness written on her perfectly made face, and when she turns to Martha and Heather, she can tell they both feel the same. Especially since one half of her seems to be missing.

“I’m just going to go talk to her,” Veronica says, pushing the chair further into the table before she can change her mind and looking to the two of them. Martha nods and after a moment’s hesitation, so does Heather. It doesn’t take long to reach her at all, and it takes even less time for Veronica to realise she doesn’t actually know what she wants to say.

So she figures she’ll begin with “hi” and go from there.

“Hi,” Heather replies with an uncharacteristic uncertainty. “You… look good.” Veronica steps back out of instinct, a shield raising before she can stop it as she waits for the catch. Chandler just rolls her eyes, a laugh escaping her. “It’s just a compliment, Veronica.”

“Well… so do you,” she replies. “And this…” She waves her arm, gesturing to as much of the room as she can. “This is really cool.”

“Thanks,” she replies, looking behind her. “So you’re with… with JD?”

“Yeah.”

“And Heather’s here with… Martha.” Just Martha. Who knew that would make Veronica feel more satisfaction than an aced SAT would? “They’re cute together.”

“Yep. She’s her date.” She grabs her own hand tightly, something silent passing between them. She hopes it’s an understanding, and she’s daring enough to believe it. Heather made her, for a while at least, and maybe she liked some of it. Even if she is a mythic bitch.

“I have to go find Heather,” she says. “Who knows where she got to. If you see her-”

“I’ll send her your way,” Veronica agrees, jokingly saluting her, to which Chandler huffs a laugh.

“Thanks.”

When Veronica makes her way back to the table and to her friends, it’s with a newfound peace of mind and having left her mistakes behind her.

As the night goes on, she finds new memory after new memory to hold on to; from fondly watching Heather and Martha steal kisses in unlit corners, to watching a bunch of boys from her grade dancing in a way that would definitely get them suspended if there were teachers here and if they weren’t so close to finished anyway. As she laughs, dancing with JD, she doesn’t find it surprising at all. If she had to ask herself in sixth grade to guess who would be attempting the splits with ah half-open shirt at senior prom, she’d have definitely guessed these guys. All accompanied by the gentle singing of the alcohol in her veins (one drink per hour, she’s limiting herself) and a tangible excitement that sparks in the air as students who haven’t spoken in years converse like casual friends and girls who brushed past without a second glance tell her how nice she looks. Barriers don’t matter tonight, not when they’re all together like this, and it dawns on them one by one that it might not happen again.

As one song fades, she hears the bouncing beginning to Dancing Queen, and her excitement skyrockets, her eyes finding Martha’s in an instant and the two of them jumping to the dancefloor with barely a thought for their dates. It’s their song after all, the one they danced to in her mom’s living room at barely four years old. JD and Mac watch them as they jump with no rhyme or reason, her head thrown back from laughing so hard, her arms coming around Martha in a hug that contains nearly two decades worth of friendship. Martha twirls Veronica under her arm and they fall into something that resembles a jive, tripping over their heels and acting out the motions they learned as kids in the most dramatic way possible. As they twirl around the floor like no-one is watching, Veronica briefly wonders how different her life would have been if they weren’t friends. Then she realises how grateful she is that she’ll never know that.

When falls into JD’s arms when it’s over, her cheeks hurt from laughing so much.

It’s then that she spots Heather Duke, skulking half in shadow, biting the inside of her cheek and a wistful envy in her eyes. As she comes down from her high, Veronica feels something clench in her chest, something close to pity but not as condescending. She doesn’t like pitying people, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t feel bad. Especially when someone is alone in the middle of a crowded room.

She squeezes JD’s hand and kisses his jaw before walking over to her, her steps tentative as nerves begin to make themselves known. Heather Duke was always a complicated case. Sure, there were moments, a lot of moments, where she made Veronica want to tear her hair out, but also moments where she made her laugh. And moments where she wanted to hug her but was too busy hiding under her new persona to do it.

“Hey,” she offers half-heartedly. Duke blinks and looks behind her before turning to Veronica, her mouth half-open.

“Hi,” she says rather suspiciously. Unlike Chandler, that’s where Duke ends.

“You look really pretty,” Veronica tells her, meaning it. With her emerald dress and her hair half-up, she’s worthy of the Prom Queen crown.

“I don’t,” she scoffs. “But thanks.”

“You do,” she says so firmly that Duke is taken aback by it before smiling weakly and running her hand through her hair.

“Thanks. So do you.” Veronica nods stiffly, kind of selfishly wishing she hadn’t come over at all and that she was back with JD. She takes a look over his shoulder and sees him dancing with Heather and Martha, trying and failing to twirl both of them under his arms and being pulled down as a result. She hides her laugh behind her hand and looks back, only to find Heather looking in the same direction.

“Heather seems happy,” she says, looking at her near-empty glass. “With you guys, I mean.” Her jaw sets. “I just mean….”

“You could go over and talk to her,” Veronica offers. Heather shrugs, her hand curling into a fist and her face uncertain. After a moment’s hesitation, Veronica reaches out and taps her shoulder. “I mean… think about it?”

“Maybe,” she sighs. “I should go. I need to find Heather. My Heather.” And then, her hand comes up and squeezes Veronica’s wrist gently. Although she could never really know what Duke was thinking and had given up a few days into their “friendship”, she likes to think she hears a ‘thanks’ in there. “See you around. Have a good night.”

Veronica smiles a little as she watches Heather go, letting out a contented sigh.

When she returns to her boyfriend, she wraps her arms around his waist and leans her chin on his chest so she can look up at him, up at the broad, amazed grin across his face and the glint in his eye. Briefly, she thinks about when they first got together, how quickly he hid himself behind dashing smiles and affection. And maybe he’s still a little like that at times, and that’s perfectly okay with her. That’s what they work on, together.

“What?” she asks him as he runs his knuckles up and down her back.

“Just thinking about you,” he says, no trace of irony in his voice. “Just about you and how great you are.”

“Oh, stop,” she sighs, rubbing her cheek against his jacket. “You’re so mushy.”

“I mean it,” he tells her earnestly. “You’re out here, on your senior prom, making up with Heathers.” He kisses the top of her head firmly. “That’s why I love you, you know.”

“Oh it is?” she teases, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “What are the other ones?”

“We’d be here all night,” he says. “And that’s not what senior prom is for.”

“What’s it for then?” His hand curls around hers as an answer and pulls her onto the dancefloor just as the music slows to an old song from long ago, one about steadfast lovers and everlasting affection. Veronica, old romantic that she is, can’t help but feel moved by it. She never really understood love songs that much attention before, just enjoyed them for what they were, but recently, she’s started feeling them right in her heart. Even more so when she’s this close to him.

He twirls her under his arm, letting the skirt fly around her, and pulls her close against her. His smile grows smaller, but not dimmer. In fact, amongst all the lights and the mirror ball and the street lights brightening up the scene outside, it’s his smile that shines the brightest. She presses her finger to the corner of his mouth playfully and he kisses the palm of her hand in response, the gesture bringing an overwhelming sense of calm over her. As they sway gently to the song, she thinks about him, every minute of him, from the day she saw him on the first day of seventh grade, to the day she first met his dad, to losing him, to finding him again, to the time between then and now where she grew a little bit more in love each and every day. She thinks about the first time he kissed her in the playground, then the first time she kissed him in his room. Two different kisses at two different ages, one tentative and sweet and sad, one wild and brave and brilliant. She wonders how many other couples could say what they can; that they had two first meetings and two first kisses.

“Do you ever think about us?” she asks him. Despite being in the middle of a dance floor and bumped into every couple of seconds, they’re alone in their own world, belonging just to each other.

“I think about us a lot,” he replies. “Is there anything specific?”

“Well, just that I met you twice,” she begins. “And it’s sort of my fault you got sent away.”

“Ronnie-”

“I don’t regret it,” she tells him. “Not if it helped you.” His breath catches, his chest stuttering underneath her hand. “And… I got you back.”

“Probably the better version of me,” he says, tearing at her heart a little, even if it might be true. “I don’t like to think about what would have happened to me if I had stayed with my dad.”

“Then don’t think about it,” she says, toying with the hair at the back of his neck. “Just be with me.”

“Always.” Now it’s her turn to catch her breath.

“But seriously… do you ever think about how out of all the places, in the whole country, your dad moved you to Ohio? And in all the towns in Ohio, you moved to Sherwood?” she asks. “And then again, out of all the places in all the states in the whole system, you ended up moving back here?” Back to me she adds silently. “Do you ever think about that?”

“Of course I do,” he admits. “I’m not a big believer in coincidences. And I don’t know how I feel about fate or God or destiny or anything like that.” She shakes her head because for all her fantasy, neither does she.

“So what does that make us?” she asks. “If it was no coincidence, and it’s not fate… then what do you think?”

“I think,” he begins, growing quiet as he looks at her, taking a second to push a lock of hair away from her face and twirl it around his finger, a knowing smile creeping across his face. “I think I must have done something really good to know you, Veronica Sawyer.”

“Want to know what I think?” she asks.

“Of course I do.”

“I think maybe the universe knew we weren’t done back then,” she replies with a shrug. “I don’t mean like fate or destiny… I just think that we were cut short back then. And the universe gave us a chance to pick back up.”

“That’s beautiful,” he says, his voice cracking a little. He nuzzles into her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “That’s another reason why I love you. That beautiful way you see the world.” His fingers intertwine with hers and his thumb strokes the back of her hand. “And people.”

She presses her cheek against his shoulder, smiling into the crook of his neck, his heart beating slowly and steadily against hers. His arms tighten around her and his cheek rests on her hair as they two of them rock slowly together. She might, from time to time, wonder about the years they could have had together. But she also knows she wouldn’t change a thing about them. As far as romances go, she thinks this one might be her favourite. Besides, they’ve got years now to make up for lost time. She pulls away and looks up into his eyes, a little bit dazzled even now.

“I love you,” she tells him, her knuckles brushing against his cheekbone as the song begins to fade. She may never say those words in that way to anyone but him. He owns them now. “So much.”

“I love you too,” he says, and it sounds a lot like a promise. “You know… I should tell you something.”

“Oh?”

“I think leaving my light on that night was the best decision I have ever made.” She takes in a deep breath, blinking against the tears in her eyes.

She pulls him into a kiss, one that tastes like only he does-like something a little rough and ruined, beautiful with a little damage, passion and comfort, shoulder to cry on, friend to laugh with, keeper of secrets and the key to her heart. Her Jason Dean.

When she’s kissing him, she doesn’t feel the crackle of electricity or the goosebumps trailing on her skin, nor does she feel the desire to shove him against something, or the spine tingling thrill she used to associate with being so close to him. No, instead, she’s just happy; the kind that settles in your veins and wraps around you like your old blanket. The kind that’s deeply comforting and oddly familiar. It tugs on the corners of your mouth and pulls it into a smile without you realising. The kind of happiness you may not notice while it’s there, but you’d never want to be without.

Sure, there’ll be plenty of time for thrill and goosebumps and passion later. But for now, she’s just happy.

*****

“One, two, three, say graduation!”

“Graduation!” The camera flash momentarily blinds Veronica, until the world comes back into focus after a few seconds, the dazzling sunshine celebrating along with the class of 1990. Because against all odds, they did it. They graduated.

Veronica removes her arm from around JD’s shoulders and runs to let her mom hugs her close, telling her once again how proud she is. She’s decided not to argue or squirm or blush, because this time she’s proud of herself too. And of them. Her amazing best friend, her wonderful boyfriend, and her lovely almost-best friend. She sees Claire squeeze JD’s arm warmly, telling him something Veronica can’t hear, but the smile on her face tells her everything, as does his equally ecstatic expression. His has a hint of disbelief in there as well, but that’s fine. She’ll hug that out of him later.

“Oh, you guys!” Speaking of disbelief, Heather is probably too busy being in shock to be proud of herself. And although she had had a rough patch, like they all did at one point or another, she’s earned those shining eyes and red cheeks. She throws her arms around Veronica and Martha, pulling them into a hug that’s surprisingly strong for such a tiny frame.

As the four of them talk amongst themselves, Veronica looks past Heather’s shoulder for a moment, noticing Ryan, their valedictorian, high-fiving his friends, Kurt and Ram celebrating in a way that’s probably more suited to the football field. Although she shakes her head at them, her mood is as bright as the sun is, and she guesses it’ll remain that way.

Heather and Heather pass by them, flanked by pleased parents in nice suits and floral dresses, Duke’s mom stroking her back and Chandler’s practically leaning on her to get a better look at the diploma. The two look over at the same moment, both offering friendly smiles and half-waves.

“Hey,” Veronica says, nudging her Heather, whose gaze is held by her old friends-slash-new acquaintances. “Go talk to them. We’ll be fine.” Heather looks from her to JD and lastly to Martha, the question holding in her green eyes. Martha smiles, easy and soft, and gives her hand an encouraging squeeze.

“Go on,” Martha says. “I’ll see you later.”

“Okay,” Heather replies, taking a moment and looking around before swiftly kissing Martha’s cheek. She turns to Veronica, dimples forming in her cheeks. “I’ll see you tonight.” And with that, she runs up to her old friends with a bounce in her step and greets their parents with the kind of puppy-like energy that’s hers and hers only.

You might think that it would feel like nothing had changed, seeing Mac with Duke and Chandler, like the deadly trio was back again, maybe Veronica should worry. But she doesn’t because there’s nothing to worry about now. Not when their Heather looks over her shoulder to wave at them again and when Heather Duke nods at them without malice.

What a beautiful world, she thinks.

“Can’t believe we made it,” Martha sighs, turning her diploma over in her hands.

“All those long nights paid off,” Veronica tells her, rubbing her arm up against hers. “Told you it would.”

“As did you refusing to take a damn nap,” JD reminds her fondly. “Does that mean you’ll take one now?”

“I’ll take all the naps in the world now,” she promises, laughter lining the edges of her voice. She looks up at the field, taking in the Rottweiler logo hanging proudly behind the stage. “So long Westerberg.”

The three of them, soon re-joined by their Heather, find a spot on the grass, the same spot they ate lunch on at one point. While the adults converse and take advantage of the refreshments, they pass the time with banter and teasing and laughter, all of which then turns into fondly remembering their favourite times at Westerberg.

“Punching Kurt and Ram,” JD says with only a little sarcasm. Veronica turns to him, raising an eyebrow in mock-severity. “Made an impression on my very first day.”

“J-”

“He’s right though,” Martha says with a shrug. “He’s right and he should say it.”

“No he’s not,” she jokes, resting her chin on JD’s shoulder.

“I don’t know what my favourite memory is,” Heather says, cocking her head. “Maybe making cheer captain. Or…” Her fingers creep along the grass towards Martha’s and their fingers intertwine. “My first B on a test.” Veronica giggles into JD’s shoulder as her friend’s cheeks turn the palest shade of pink.

“What about you, Ronnie?” Martha asks. Veronica frowns, cocking her head as JD’s hands run up and down her arms. When she thinks about all four years of high school, not all of them are pleasant. She won’t miss her and Martha hiding out in the library during lunch, or scurrying down hallways to avoid Heather Chandler’s wrath, nor will she miss zoning out during classes or Miss Fleming’s too happy, too sweet morning speeches and faux concern for those in need. In fact, when she thinks about the happiest times of her high school life, very few involve the actual school. They just involve the people with her. The times that made her smile the most weren’t the biggest and loudest ones, but her and Martha giggling on the bus during a freshman field trip, she and JD sitting on the window ledge, or just weeks ago, when the four of them sat out there and exchanged bad jokes during lunch. Mundane and forgettable to everyone else, yet it holds the most meaning for her.

But that’s too sentimental and sappy for the hour at hand, so she mentions the Christmas sing along session they had in English class freshman year, prompting a curious JD and a cheer from Martha and Heather that echoes though the air.

Soon it’s down to just her and JD, Heather and Martha both leaving, hugging her despite knowing they’ll see her hours later. The conversation between her mom and Claire begins to dwindle and that’s when they know they only have a few minutes left.

“Hey,” she says, nudging him a little. “I’m proud of you.” He smiles, his cheeks turning pink as he ducks his head a little.

“I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Yes you could have.”

“Maybe.” He presses a feather-light kiss to her fingers and curls her hand into a loose fist. “Or maybe I had someone pushing me.” She huffs a laugh and, after a moment, closes the space between them entirely and sits in his lap, her legs on either side of him. “I’m proud of you too. Not every guy can say he has a super smarty-pants girlfriend who’s going to Duke.”

“Stop,” she sighs, running her fingers through his hair. “Not every girl can say that they have a super supportive, sweet boyfriend either.” She quickly kisses his lips and presses their foreheads together, a silent ‘I love you’ passing from her to him. “Or a boyfriend who is way smarter than everyone gives him credit for. Including himself.” Even though her eyes flutter closed, she still feels his smile.

When she opens her eyes, she sees her mom hovering at a distance and looking over at them, pointing at her watch when she notices her. Groaning quietly and pouting, she climbs off of him with warm cheeks.

“That’s my cue to leave,” she sighs, pulling him up to his feet. “I’ll see you tonight?”

“Definitely,” he replies, tapping her nose before they go their separate ways.

Her relatives start arriving for her house party just as the sky is turning pink and her mom is laying out bowls of rainbow coloured salad and freshly opened bread rolls and bottles of champagne line up on the counter. She hands Veronica a glass, chuckling at her raised eyebrow and mouth hanging half-open.

“It’s an occasion,” she tells her with a tap to the cheek. “And it’s in the house anyway.”

JD and Claire arrive while she’s in the middle of a rather one-sided conversation with her aunt, and she can’t be happier as she excuses herself.

“Am I glad to see you,” she sighs, hugging him lightly as she lets them in.

“Hi hon,” Claire says, giving her a one-armed hug, the other arm holding a basket covered with a white and blue tea towel. “I was raised never to come to a house empty handed. So I made blueberry muffins.”

“And I ate one,” JD adds. “Just to make sure they’re good. And they are.”

“Thanks, Claire,” she chuckles. “Come on, we’re just through here.”

When Claire hands the muffins to her mom, she’s nothing short of thrilled, asking her if she makes a habit of saving house parties or if it’s just a one-off. Laughing, Veronica tugs on JD’s hand and pulls him away from the kitchen, leaving their respective moms (or mom and mom-figure) to themselves while they brave the backyard.

“So… this is the boyfriend,” her uncle says, his smile friendly and his eyes wary.

“Jason Dean, sir,” JD says, holding his hand out.

“Well, you picked a fine young man, Ronnie,” her uncle says, shaking JD’s hand warmly. “So how did you two meet?” Luckily, he laughs when they give two conflicting answers and exchange slightly-alarmed looks.

One day they’ll come up with a good cover story for that.

The evening rolls on with friends and food and laughter. Veronica crushes Martha in a hug when she arrives, as do some of her relatives. And when Heather comes, she makes a beeline for the three of them, squeezing Veronica and even JD lightly before throwing her arms around Martha. Veronica shares a knowing look with JD as the two take a little longer to break apart but who could blame them?

The music from the radio is carried outside on the wind, the songs just about audible underneath the dozens of conversations going on around them. JD twirls Veronica around and traps her in a dance, kissing her head as she rolls her eyes and laughs, which turning into shrieking as he picks her up and swirls her around, her arms tight around his neck and her face buried in his shoulder.

“Asshole,” she laughs as he sets her down. She holds his shoulder tightly until the world comes back to her level. He simply kisses her head and responds with an affectionate ‘you love me though’.

Well she can’t deny that, can she?

He drapes his jacket over her when it starts getting cool, just as her mom is rolling out the dessert options. The four of them grab plates and pile them with food (including one of Claire’s muffins) and settle on the patio, disregarding the chairs and table in favour of cross-legged on the ground, even with the stones and gravel against their bare legs. JD’s arm circles around her shoulders and she leans against him, fitting against his chest like she has so many times before. Like she’s made for it. They cycle through a game of Never Have I Ever with varying degrees of blushing before Veronica grabs her dad’s cards and they go through every card game they can, bringing back the old favourites from summer camp and last days of school. They laugh at everything and nothing and look forward to the future while not quite saying goodbye to their pasts. All around the garden the air turns calm and contented as the sky trades the blue for pink and orange and the setting sun paints a gentle golden hue over the scene. Or maybe that’s just in her head. Either way, she doesn’t think the world has ever felt as right as it does now, the puzzle pieces that is her young life slotting into place. She’s not looking over her shoulder, nor is she thinking about how things could be better. Because how could they be better? JD kisses her head in a way that’s as natural as taking a breath and she laces their fingers together, their joined hands resting on her stomach. As they laugh, their voices reach up and mingle in the wind, carried up and mixing in the cotton candy coloured sky above them.

And at that moment, Veronica realises that she’s one of the luckiest people in the world, to have people like this to miss.

#heathers the musical #jdronica #veronica sawyer #jason dean #heathers fanfic #fic: not beyond repair #oh my gosh.....

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