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fangurk · 4 years ago

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She’s Always There (Paul Lahote x Reader)

Key:

Y/n: Your Name

Y/l/n: Your Last Name

Y/n/n: Your Nickname

Y/e/c: Your Eye Color

Y/h/c: Your Hair Color

Prompt Given To Me By @ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhghhhh.tumblr.com: hey!! so the reason I'm messaging is because I wanted to request something but can't fit it all into an ask lmao. anyways could i please request a Paul Lahote x reader where the reader has been super close to the whole pack for years and has been Paul's imprint but doesn't know it (bc Sam thought it would be best to keep u away from it all) and they decide to finally tell you about being shapeshifters and being Paul's imprint and you're so mad about them not telling u earlier and there's a huge argument and they and Paul tries to calm you down but you say stuff like 'leave me alone' and things like that and it sounds like you're rejecting him/the bond in ur angry breakdown. anyways Paul is heartbroken and can't get out of bed or eat or anything so the guys finally convince you to come back bc they and Paul need you and it's just the reader cuddling with him and getting him out of bed to take a shower and eat and he realizes that you're not going anywhere and it's just like healing the imprint bond? sorry for this WALL of text, I've just had this idea stuck in my head for a while lol. if you don't want to do it, that's completely fine!! thank you for your time ♡

ok so my guy,, bc this fic has been stuck in my head for a bit, some scenes have developed? so idk i hope this isn't too much, but if u do write it, would u be willing to add like some angst to it, obvi, and maybe a scene/part lol where when the reader tries to get him to shower (bc the misinterpreted rejection made him like super depressed and he just felt low about himself) he won't shower, because he doesn't want to come out and the reader is gone. so either they shower together (not smutty just angst&fluff) or she sits like in the bathroom while he showers LOL. and when he feels a bit better, they go down to eat and he's touching some part of her at all times. if this is too much to like,, include then that's a-okay. i just need to get this OUT of my MIND ugh lmao!/!

Reader Gender: Female

Summary: The Reader has been friends with most of the pack members for her whole life. Which is why, after months of silence and strange changes, she was willing to let them back into her life— until she finds out she’s been told lies that leave her in danger, of course. After a big freak out and two weeks of avoiding them, the boys come begging for her help; it turns out that Paul has some wolf-y claim on her, and whatever she said to him has left him worse for wear...

Warnings: Mentions of Depression, Nudity, Angst, and Cursing.

A/n: this is literally like a whole novel I’m so sorry I got carried away. this is kinda based on a lot of fics I read where the imprint has the potential to really hurt people and I named Paul’s dad.

Word Count: 2.9k+

“The legends are real!?”

Y/n Y/l/n hasn’t ever been so disturbed in her entire life.

After weeks of radio silence, Sam Uley’s little ‘gang’, mostly consisting of people she’d known since childhood, had slowly trickled back into her life. What started as a grocery run with Paul or a movie with Jared had turned into big bonfire parties including Jacob Black and his gaggle.

But that was months ago. Months. And now, as she sits by a fire, surrounded on either side by them, they decide to tell her their little secret?

“Y/n.” Sam says as she abruptly stands, eyes stern and hand raised placatingly.

His actions only served to upset her more and her skin bristles with irritation. Sam was acting as if she, a human surrounded by shape shifters, was the unstable one. As if she could do any damage to things built to kill vampires.

“Don’t you dare, Sam.” She clenches her fists, glaring right back at him. “It’s been months- months- and you’re telling me now?”

“It’s not exactly an easy thing to bring up.” He reasons, voice a little less demanding. “We all wanted to be sure that you were ready to know.”

“Ready?!” Y/n laughs mirthlessly, y/e/c eyes wide with disbelief, “When was I supposed to be ready Sam? W-when one of you gored me? When a cold one ripped me apart?”

Her hands shake as she puts them on her forehead, blinking back tears. Growing up all she’d ever heard were stories of humans getting dragged into fights between wolf and vampire, and she couldn’t bring herself to look Emily in the eye because it was suddenly apparent that wolves alone could hurt people too.

It was so bad, whatever happened to Emily, that they said a bear mauled her— Y/n didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“It’s not like that, Y/n/n.” Embry chimes in, reaching out to grab his friend's arm.

She yanks her body out of the way and gathers her belongings quickly.

“What is it like then, Call?” She holds her bag to her heaving chest, “because it seems to me that you all have the ability to turn into giant, slobbery freaks that are built for killing vampires and, after completely dropping me for weeks, you decided to keep it secret from me for months. Did it even occur to you that I would’ve been better off knowing right off the bat?!”

No one says anything. Eight shifters and two of their girlfriends sit there, just staring at her like she was speaking a different language.

“You know,” Y/n has to clear her throat to steady her wavering voice, “had you guys really been souped-up on drugs like everyone says, maybe I could’ve handled the lying. But my life was clearly potentially in danger, and you let me hang around without saying anything. I- God I don’t want to see you people right now.”

She leaves with that, stepping over logs and storming back down the beach with determination. Faintly over the roar of her heartbeat, she can hear someone scrambling to stand behind her.

“Wait!— shit, sorry-” Paul grunts, jogging to catch up with her- “Y/n-“

With an unusual gentleness, his warm hand wrapped around her forearm. For a moment, deep in the back of her mind, a foreign feeling tells her to stop, to listen; but that small voice is quickly smothered by the rational part of her brain, and she wrenches her arm from his grip.

“Don’t touch me!” She snaps, lowering her voice, “Leave me alone- I need to be alone.”

Paul stands there, dumbstruck, an unreadable look in his eyes as she walks away. And he’d continue to stand there, looking like a kicked puppy long after her retreating form became a blur amongst the darkness of the beach.

“Paul?” Sam is hesitant, hand hovering over the younger boy’s shoulder a minute before he touches him, “You okay?”

Shrugging his leader’s arm off his shoulder, Paul sighs. “No...I...I’m just gonna head home.”

Instead of going in the directions of the cars, the wolf stalks off toward the woods; Emily stands from her seat, wrapping her sweater more around herself as she watches Paul leave. Concern is written all over her features.

“He’ll be fine, Em,” He pulls her in for a hug, “it’ll all work out eventually.”

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Y/n does a good job of avoiding them for a while.

She turns her phone off a few days in and avoids going to First Beach, even when Washington gets a rare, warm summer feel. Books that have sat long forgotten on her shelves get read and TV shows she’s always meant to catch up on get watched; it’s boring and she runs out of options, at one point thinking of dying her hair y/f/c just to spice things up, but it allows her to think. (Or at least it allows this strange little voice in the back of her head to tell her that she needs to go back to them.)

The next time she sees any of the boys is exactly two weeks after the bonfire incident.

She’s curled up on her couch, picking at some of the Clearwaters’ fish fry and barely watching an episode of ANTM, when a fist comes banging down on her door. Turning off the TV, she tiptoes to the window, peeking under the curtain as carefully as she can.

As she expected, Jared Cameron and Embry Call are on her porch, the former standing in front of her door with his hip cocked, the other rooting around in her mother’s plants for something. Cringing, she hopes if she’s quiet enough that they’ll just go away.

Her front door opens within minutes, however, and she realizes her hoping is fruitless.

Should’ve known you can’t hide from wolves, she can’t help but think bitterly.

“Y/n?” Jared calls out through the house, “we know you’re here.”

“Yeah, and you guys should probably move your spare key,” Embry tacks on, flicking the light switch to the living room up, “I've known you forever and it’s still in the same place.”

From her spot by the window, the y/h/c haired girl glares at the two boys, arms crossed over her chest. Embry gives her a lopsided grin and holds the key out to her, his bud plopping down on the couch and pulling her abandoned plate into his lap.

Y/n extends a hand to take the key.

“Has it really been in the same place?” She sounds a little more defeated than she’d like.

“Yeah, it’s always been in your mother’s cornflower pot.”

“That’s...kinda sad.” She wrinkles her nose, pocketing the key with the intention to hide it better later, “but uh, I’ve been ignoring you for two weeks for a reason. Peacefully breaking into my house kinda furthers my need for space.”

Embry scratches the back of his neck.

“Well,” He says, “we need you to come back, man. Paul won’t talk to anyone- Sam doesn’t know if he’s eating, and he won’t even get out of bed for patrol! He needs his imprint-”

“His what?” She cocks her head to the side and Jared snorts from the couch.

“She left before we got there, nimrod,” Jared mocks through a mouthful of food, “she doesn’t know what an imprint is.”

He lets out an indignant “Hey!” as Y/n walks by, snatching her plate back from him on her way to the kitchen. Embry chases after her, a grumpy Jared jumping up from the couch to follow.

“You’re his imprint— you’re basically his soulmate!”

“Really?” She says warily, sealing the fish and putting it back in the fridge.

Both boys nod clumsily.

“You remember a few weeks ago when you saw each other for the first time again and he kinda just stood there like an idiot while you talked?”

“Yeah? Oh!-” She brings her hands up to her mouth, brows furrowed as she recalls.

It was exactly Jared had said. She and Paul had seen one another for the first time in a long time and the minute her y/e/c eyes looked into his, it was like he’d been struck dumb.

Embry gives her an encouraging look, “An imprint is...It's not like love at first sight, really. It's more like… gravity moves… suddenly. It's not the earth holding you here anymore, she does… You become whatever she needs you to be, whether that's a protector, or a lover, or a friend. When you snapped at him last week he thought you were rejecting him….”

A part of her thought about how absurd it was that he knew that whole speech. But the bigger part of her came to a realization that made her stomach churn.

“So he's all depressed… because… of me?” She whispers, leaning back on the counter.

Embry, always a rather sympathetic person, opens his mouth to comfort her, but Jared cuts him off.

“Basically. So are you going to come with us so we can help Paul or are you going to continue being petty?”

In any other circumstance, Y/n probably would’ve thrown something at her for calling her petty. She felt she was completely justified in her actions. A part of her wonders if she can really believe them— they’d spent months lying to her after all. But a larger part thinks about Paul, curled up in his bed, slowly desecrating because he thinks she rejected him.

If it were really all some ploy to get her to listen to them, then she’d at least be the person who chose the well-being of her friend over a petty disagreement.

“I’m coming.” She affirms, pushing herself off the counter, and letting the boys lead her to the car.

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Jared and Embry drop her off in front of the Lahote household. They tell her something but she can’t really hear them over her heartbeat, she doesn’t even know they’re gone until it’s too late to turn back.

Getting into the house wasn’t the hard part. Paul’s father, Cyrus, had been leaving as she arrived, and, after he watched her stare at the house with a fearful expression for a few minutes, he happily let her in. The hard part was willing her legs to take her up the stairs to Paul’s room, and then it was opening his bedroom door.

Y/n has known Paul since they were eight, but she was afraid of him until they were eleven. He wasn’t mean, per se, but his anger made him do mean things; she wasn’t entirely happy with puberty and it’s monthly gifts, but whatever it did to make her suddenly un-afraid of him she was grateful for. But now, standing in front of his bedroom door, she had a nagging fear that Paul would revert to that eight year old boy who threw lunch boxes and twisted arms behind backs until people cried.

The door creaks slightly as she struggles to push it open.

His room is almost completely dark except for the light coming from the hallway behind her. Trash and dirty clothes have formed a compact layer on his bedroom floor, foot sized holes leading up to the twin sized bed in the corner. On the bed, amongst the blankets she’s sure he doesn’t need, is Paul— or at least, a Paul sized lump.

As gross as it is, she’s kind of relieved he’s been eating.

“Paul?” She whispers tentatively, stepping toward the bed.

The lump flinches and turns toward her.

“Y/n?”

If the room and the description of his state weren’t heartbreaking enough, his voice definitely was. Hollow, rough, and small, everything it never was, everything Paul wasn’t.

“Is that you?”

“Yeah...it’s me..”

She carefully steps over to the bed, and Paul slowly sits up, pushing his blankets to the side. There’s a beat of silence as she stands between his legs, his reluctant hands coming to rest on her waist after a minute. Y/n let’s him have another to gather his thoughts.

“You really came…” Tears well up in his eyes and loops his arms around her back.

She runs a hand through his hair. “I did, and I’m so sorry, if I had known—”

Paul nuzzles her stomach, “S’fine, you didn’t know, and you’re here now.”

There’s a sort of cute, euphoria lacing his voice and he’s visibly much more relaxed.

“Just don’t ever say that again…”

“I won’t, I promise.”

She’s surprised when he manhandles her into his lap, but she doesn’t really mind. He’s warm and strangely familiar and something about it just— clicks.

“When was the last time you spent, I dunno, a minute or two out of your room?” Y/n asks softly, y/e/c eyes glancing about the room.

The shifter’s only response is a shrug, too busy nosing around her neck with vigor. When he finds a certain spot, it makes her squeak, and this seems to excite him like a puppy finding out its favorite toy makes noise.

“You need to bathe, eat something substantial,” She intertwines their fingers, “and the...pack...they’re really worried about you— are you even listening to me?”

He looks up at her then and flashes her a sheepish smile, answering her question. Pursing her lips, she pulls his arms from around her.

“C’mon, Paul.” She stands up and takes his hand. “We’re gonna get you cleaned up.”

She moves toward the door, urging him forward, only to be jerked to a stop as he stays put. He looks a little distressed when she turns back to him, brows furrowed, almost like he’s in pain.

“Paul?”

He grunts, jaw clenched as the cogs turn in his head. Y/n cocks her head and reaches out for his other hand. It felt like some sort of supernatural intuition, one she’ll blame on the imprint and ask Emily about later.

“Paul, hon, why won’t you come shower?”

“I’m afraid you'll leave,” He says bashfully, “it’s stupid, I know, but part of me is afraid you’ll leave while I’m in the shower.”

Y/n couldn’t help but feel a little heartbroken at his confession. Paul was part wolf, and part of being part wolf was imprinting— she almost wishes she’d have stayed long enough to listen, or been able to focus as the boys debriefed her on the ride over because only being able to speculate how much she’d actually hurt him was eating her alive. He wouldn’t even shower, something he desperately needed to do, because of what she’d said.

Taking a deep breath, she barely registers the words she’s about to say.

“I’ll wait with you, I’ll sit on the toilet, you’ll see me there.”

And true to her word, Y/n does sit on the toilet while Paul showers, reading the information on soap bottles to distract herself from the fact that he was there next to her, very naked. Occasionally he asks her what she’s doing, and she reads the ingredients out loud to the best of her ability, and he laughs a little— she tries to hide her smile, but she was too happy he was laughing.

She closes her eyes when he gets out, letting him dry himself off and pull on some clean shorts. He throws the wet towel at her when he’s done, eliciting a “Hey!” that makes him laugh again.

Now that he’s clean, the two of them descend into his quiet house. Y/n navigates the kitchen, her wolf attached to her hip and being less than helpful, and makes them both something to eat— he doesn’t do much more than stand behind her, wrapped around her, making her life more difficult.

“I’m so happy you came back.” He says, watching her work.

“I was always going to.” Y/n responds, her voice sure and steady.

They talk as they eat, sitting across from one another at the too big table in the Lahote household. Talk about how this was going to work, admitting feelings that always lingered, and everything in between; she hooks her leg around his, watching him scarf down his meal with a wrinkled nose and fondness glittering in her y/e/c eyes.

He’s...gross...but he’s hers, she’s kind of stuck with him.

A date is planned. An actual date.

Paul promises to take her to the local diner (and to wear a shirt, for once.)

“I’ve been saving up for something like this.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and you can get that dessert you like.”

Y/n laughs softly, but heat spreads up her neck and settles in her ears and cheeks. It’d been a long time since that had been her favorite food, but it was the thought that counted...

When Cyrus Lahote returns from work later that night his son and the Y/l/n girl are awkwardly situated on his couch— him on his back, snoring, her lying on top of him, face tucked into his neck, also fast asleep. The older man turns off the TV and tosses a blanket over the pair, ascending up the stairs with a smile on his face.

Y/n Y/l/n was trustworthy. She’s always there when Paul is in a rut too big for him to handle...

#paul lahote #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote x reader #twilight wolf pack imagine #twilight wolf pack #twilight fanfiction #eclipse #twilight wolf imagines #embry call #jared cameron #sam uley

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miraeluc · 4 years ago

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you have an anxiety attack

prompt: “after a long day you’re just trying to cook for you and your roommate, but when you accidentally switch salt and sugar the stress dawns upon you and you lose it.”

pairing: kaeya x gender-neutral reader

warnings: description of an anxiety attack, explicit language

word count: 1.6k

genre: fluff, angst

rough day?

roughest of the rough

it started in the morning - all was good until you were all dressed and ready to go

all you needed to do was brush your teeth

of course you dropped toothpaste on your new blouse and had to change because your boss would literally kill you if you strutted in there with toothpaste stains on your clothing

that didn’t upset you too much anyway,, yep, it kinda sucks but it is what it is

you went to work

that’s when it started to REALLY go downhill

first, you had to sit your ass in this tiny cubicle all day and it remained right on that chair every time you stood up

that’s what it felt like at least

then, you lost data that you’ve been working on for a MONTH

an entire month’s worth data!!!! LOST!!!!

curse you and your issue with forgetting where you put your folders

so you started over

was it worth it?

your boss hated it

you ended up dropping the project overall,, handed it over to a co-worker

your excuse was that you felt too ‘unfit’ for the whole project and he would totally be a better fit!

poor bennett

bennett is a nice guy, you always hang out with him during break

you usually talk shit about the other co-workers and he just listens and sits there like ◕ ◡ ◕

he’s just there for the food you bring him, really

he’s a little dumb so he took the project from you with no hesitation

“i’ll do it for you, dont even worry about it, y/n!”

you ended up working overtime

you had about 7 projects to finish until tomorrow morning and they were all only half-done

so you got your coffee, turned off your phone and got to work

you finished at 9pm

your work hours are 8am-5:30pm

nope, not having a great time

well, at least you can go home now!

you pack up your stuff and get up, leaving this hellhole of an office, stretching as you wait for the elevator before checking your phone to see 7 missed calls from your roommate

aka kaeya

aka boy that is most likely emotionally unavailable

aka boy that KEEPS TURNING OFF THE HEATERS TO LEAVE YOU TO FREEZE

his excuse is always that he can’t handle the warmth but you’re sure its so you whine about the cold so he can hug you to warm you up

maybe you have a teeny tiny crush on him???? BUT WHO CAN BLAME YOU

he’s a whole package - the only thing he’s lacking is emotional availability lmao

which is why you never mentioned the day by day blooming feelings you’ve been developing for him

there would be no positive outcome from you telling him. he would politely turn you down, having to explain yet again that he doesn’t see himself having actual romantic feelings to someone

you’re content with your current relationship with him

right?

kaeya is known as the fuckboy! of the city

neither of you mind, he’s having his fun

and you know that there’s much more to it

you’re very happy to have gained his trust enough for him to let his flirty side down when with you, at least

well, there’s no time to ponder over your relationship with him because you’re already sprinting to catch the last bus of the day

right as you got to the station it drove away

fuck

what now?

you have to walk home. alone. in the dark.

oh well.

usually bennett drives you home but obviously he left earlier

its only a 15 minute walk you can do it

it’s not that bad there’s street lamps hey!

not that bad until it starts to rain, apparently

by the time you get home there’s water in places rainwater shouldn’t be

kaeya is running by the time he hears the front door

“where were you??”

“why didn’t you reply to my calls??”

“do you have a slight idea about how worried i w-”

he stops when he sees your soaked figure and tired expression

“oh, y/n, what happened?”

he immediately helped you chuck off your wet coat and shoes

“i worked overtime and missed the last bus so i had to walk home”, you sighed

he nodded and hummed “Go ahead and take a shower then, wouldn’t want you to get sick now, would we?” he winked

you scoffed but nodded anyway

“yeah, especially in this coLD FUCKING APARTMENT BECAUSE YOU REFUSE TO LET THE HEATERS TURNED ON-”

you only heard him laugh before shutting the door in the bathroom and jumping into the shower, needing to warm up because you were sure your toes were about to fall off from the cold

at least the shower went well

:///

you got dressed in lounge attire when you got out of the shower, walking to the kitchen because you were very hungry

you gave bennett all your food today so you didnt have any left

he just looked so hungry

ANYWAYS

you’re in the kitchen, deciding on what to cook

if you ask kaeya he will tell you to just drink wine instead so, no

you kind of want something sweet so you decide to bake cupcakes

kaeya shows up too

“what’re you baking?”

he sat and watched as you gathered all the ingredients you need

“cupcakes. how was your day?”

you strike up a conversation - all you talked about today was work and you need some decent interaction, plus kaeya is a super nice talk partner

“good. i had a day-off today so i layed in bed all day”

you hummed, stirring the eggs and flour

“how come? you never get off”

“no reason, i was forcibly given a day off- well anyways, what i wanted to tell you about before you worried me because i thoght you were deAD when you didn’t respond, is that i need your help setting up a date for diluc-”

you stopped listening halfway

you were looking at the unopened sugar bag on the counter

you just stirred the sugar in, why is it unopened????

you look over at the open bag of salt

wait a second

you take out a little dough and taste it

FUCK

“hello??? earth to y/n?? are you even liste-”

he stops himself as soon as you look at him with your lower lip trembling

uhhhhh

he’s never been in this situation

“y/n?? why are you crying-”

he looks at the counter and the dough, then he sees the salt beside the bowl you were stirring in and leans over to try some

oh, that’s why

“oh come on, is that what you’re crying over?” he snorted

he could barely catch you when you collapsed and started sobbing

he immediately regreted what he said

“hey, y/n, it’s just a little dough! its okay-”

you just sobbed and he sat down with you, sighing and pulling you into a tight hug

you felt your lungs constricting and your hands started shaking

you didn’t even notice how antsy you felt all day until now

you gasped for air and he tightened his grip on you

“w-why am i so worthless?!”

you punched his chest

“i can’t do a single thi-ng with-out messing it up!”

punch

“i’m so us-useless”

punch

“i should just kill m-”

he immediately pulled away and cupped your face before you could finish what you were about to say

“y/n, look at me. you had a bad day - you’re not useless! you’re stressed out! you’re one of the most hardworking people that i know- and, and don’t you ever mention anything about killing yourself! i won’t let you go, not as long as im here”

you were too busy fighting against the constricting feeling in your lungs to notice the tear slipping down his cheek before he hugged you tightly again

your hands gripped at his tshirt

his hand rested over your shaky ones

it broke him

seeing you in such state hurt him so much, he felt his own heart breaking a little with every gasp you took

“come on, let’s breathe together”

his voice was soft when he spoke to you

he took a deep breath in, you following

you wrapped your arms around him and leaned your head against his chest when breathing out

hearing his heartbeat made you feel safe

he kept breathing with you until he was more than sure you could breathe comfortably again

why did he feel like this?

sure, flirting with girls is fun

and ghosting them is also fun

he usually doesn’t care about hurting them

but why does he feel the need to protect you from all bad things?

and why does your pain hurt him too?

he sighs and shakes his head as if that would clear his mind

(it doesn’t)

oh well.

taking care of your needs is more important right now

he picks you up and walks over to the couch, sitting down, placing you on his lap and hugging you

“you’re not cooking anything, we’ll order takeout.”

you sniffled and nodded

you did feel your heart flutter a little when he sat you down on him

he’s never done that

you ignore it and reside into the warmth he gives instead, nuzzling your face into his chest

he smiles softly and strokes your hair, using his free hand to type in what you were ordering

you both fell into a comfortable silence

at some point he thought you fell asleep lol

“kaeya?”

he rose his brows a little and looked down, humming

“thank you.”

additional notes: welp. this was my first drabble! it was very fun to write and i genuinely look forward to writing more! i’d appreciate it alot if you leave any feedback or even requests for drabbles :-)

#kaeya #kaeya x reader #anxiety #anxiety attack #angst #fluff #diluc #bennett #genshin impact #kaeya alberich #gender neutral s/o #genshin impact x reader #kaeya scenario #genshin impact scenarios #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya fluff #kaeya angst #genshin impact angst #genshin impact fluff

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iliveiloveiwrite · 4 years ago

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House Rivalries

Request: hi! i have a request if you're interested in writing for cedric!! i was thinking about a cedric x reader where they're in a relationship & prefects at the same time (preferably slytherin reader). i think it's fun to imagine how young hufflepuffs and slytherins would feel about the relationship and cedric w/ a slytherin would be a nice dynamic :) cheers if you choose to write it!

A/N: I loved this request! Thank you so much for requesting it! I hope I have done it justice! There’s a flash back in this, I’ve written it italics and it’s bordered by asterisks. As always, I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Reader

Warnings: swearing, fluff

Word count: 1.8k

You lay across the brown leather couch in the Hufflepuff common room; resting your head on Cedric’s lap, smiling as he runs a hand through your hair. You shift in his lap, pushing your head further into his hand. Cedric smiles down at you, happily obliging, now scratching your scalp.

A Second Year Hufflepuff crinkles their nose at you. She has been watching the scene for a while now; looking between the mustard yellow of the common room and the emerald green of your robes and prefect badge.

“What?” You ask, a smile on your face, “Do I smell bad?”

“No… you’re a Slytherin.” She whispers; her eyes wide as if worried she’ll be caught speaking to the enemy.

You chuckle, sitting up from Cedric’s lap.

“I am. House rivalries are strong especially when it comes to Quidditch, but it’s important to have friends in other houses – you never know when you may need them. Plus…” You continue, pausing for dramatic effect, leaning close to the young student, “Your future partner might be in a different house.”

“I don’t have time to think of love,” The young girl says, turning her nose up at the very idea of it.

You chuckle, “You’re only in Second Year; that’ll change by Fourth Year, I can assure you.”

“Is that how you felt with Cedric?” She asks, her eyes flickering between the two of you.

You bite your lip, glancing at the bronze-haired teenager sat next to you. He’s pretending to act uninterested in the conversation, instead, focusing on the book now in his lap. But you know better; having known him long enough to know that all of his attention is now on you and whatever words are to come out of your mouth.

“It took a while for me and Cedric to get to where we are.”

The Second Year Hufflepuff furrows her eyebrows, “Why?”

You sigh, nudging Cedric with your elbow, bringing him into the conversation. “We’d always been friends with feelings for each other; we just didn’t have the nerve to tell the other.”

“Why didn’t you tell each other?”

You raise an eyebrow at the inquisitive youngster who blushes from the look on your face; feeling thoroughly admonished despite no words having been uttered.

“I’m sorry,” She stutters, “I hope you don’t mind all the questions.”

Cedric slings an arm around your shoulders; dropping a kiss to the side of your head before replying. “We don’t mind at all: what do you want to know?”

The young Hufflepuff straightens from the attention of her prefect. “How long did it take for you to tell each other how you felt?”

Cedric looks down at you with a soft look on his face, “I think we dodged the subject for a year or so.”

“A year?” The girl cries, “That long?”

He chuckles at the girl’s reaction. Nodding, he replies, “I was too scared to say anything on my end in case it ruined the friendship.”

You nod along with his words, “It was the same with me. We’ve been friends since Second Year, I’d fallen for him by Fourth Year but it wasn't until Fifth Year when something happened.”

“But you both felt the same?” She asks, eyebrows furrowing as she tries to understand how it could someone so long to confess their feelings to the one they love.

You fiddle with your fingers for a moment. Until Cedric takes your hand in his, tangling your fingers together.

“Are you sitting comfortably?” Cedric asks the younger student. At her nod, he continues, “Then we’ll begin.”

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House rivalries at Hogwarts had always been strong, ever since the founding of the school over a thousand years ago. Salazar Slytherin being an island unto his own compared to the other three founders who had banded together in unity. Yet, despite the unity, rivalries grew strong over time; separations becoming more defined by the characteristics that enabled students to join their houses.

The Sorting Hat sat on your head for three minutes before deciding upon housing you in Slytherin. It had deliberated between Slytherin and Ravenclaw before settling on Slytherin, deciding that your determination outweighed your need for academic success. You had a plan and you were sticking to it no matter what.

The Sorting Hat barely needed to touch the flyaway hairs on Cedric Diggory’s head before calling out Hufflepuff. He was the epitome of the house; fiercely loyal and kind.

The friendship started in Second Year; he ran into you as he left Quidditch practice, knocking you to the ground. You huffed as you hit the ground, the wind being knocked right out of you.

“Are you okay?” Cedric practically shouts, holding a hand out to help you up.

You take in a couple of breaths, blinking away the tears, “I’m okay,” you gasp, grabbing his outstretched hand.

“I’m so sorry,” Cedric apologises, pulling you up.

You take your hand from his, brushing the dirt from your uniform. “It’s okay, no harm, no foul.”

Cedric smiles at you, “That’s good. I’m Cedric by the way.”

“I’m (Y/N).”

“It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N).”

You laugh, “It’s nice to meet you too, though I need to get going, and I think you need to get changed.”

Cedric laughs, looking down at his Quidditch uniform, “I do. I’m sorry again,” he says before turning away from you.

“It’s no problem,” you whisper, watching him walk away.

After that initial encounter, you started seeing Cedric everywhere you looked. It was as if your mind had switched to a radar where it was only aware of where he was. You’d spot him in classrooms; in the Great Hall; on the corridor. He’d be everywhere, and every time he spotted you, he would smile so widely, it knocked you breathless for a minute – just like he did when he knocked you over.

The friendship started when he sat next to you in the library. You had noticed how often he frequented it, but he had never sat next to you until one morning in March. You didn’t notice he had sat next to you, too caught up in your Potions essay for Snape, until he cleared his throat. You jumped at the sudden sound in the silent room, but relaxed when you saw the Hufflepuff, smiling at you from across the table.

“I like you, (Y/N).”

“You what?”

“I like you; I think we could be great friends.” He states.

And that was that. Cedric Diggory was good at reading people; he knew who was good and who was bad, and he could tell from the get-go that you were an innately good person at your very core. So he wanted to be friends with you; he wasn’t bothered about houses, he couldn’t care less. He just wanted to be friends with someone he could like, and that was you.

The friendship continued through your formative years, Cedric picking you out of a crowd – meeting you outside classrooms. He’d even join you at meal times; either sitting with you at the Slytherin table or dragging you over to the Hufflepuff table. Your friendship was questioned by a lot of people; curious as to why Cedric would make friends with a Slytherin, but they didn’t need to understand the friendship. It wasn’t for them to understand.

He made you happy. You made him happy.

And why should that be the subject of gossip for the student body at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry?

It was inevitable that you’d fall in love with him; three years of friendship and you’d fallen in love with him. Everything about you screamed for him. He was like the sun, and you were a simple planet in his orbit. You gravitated towards him and your heart fell for him over a simple smile shared in the library. That was all it took; a secret smile – one you knew he reserved only for you and you were a goner.

After that, you couldn’t ignore your feelings for the Hufflepuff. Your heart raced in his presence; your palms got sweaty when his touch would linger on your shoulder or your waist. He affected you all the time; he had eve started to feature in your dreams where he would press you against a wall and kiss you senseless. Those dreams had you waking with your hand touching your mouth, as if you could still feel the pressure of his lips; as if they were swollen from his kisses. But you didn't dare say anything for the fear of ruining the friendship you treasured more than anything in the world; for now, you were happy to keep your feelings hidden in the shadows.

Fifth Year began with the stress of OWLs and the appointment of Prefects. Both Cedric and you being appointed with the great honour. Dumbledore smiled at you as he handed the badge for you to pin your robes.

Leaving the Headmaster’s office, Cedric takes you into his arms, hugging you. “Look at you, Slytherin Prefect!”

You grin, “Who’d have thought it?”

“I did, I had every confidence in you,” he says softly.

You nudge him with your elbow, “You are a sweetheart… and a Hufflepuff Prefect!”

He grins down at you; the smile so big it crinkles his eyes in the corners. It sends your heart into what you’re sure are palpitations; it knocks you breathless, as Cedric so often does.

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Over the course of your friendship, the library had become the place where you could find Cedric, no matter the day. He would always be found in the same place; three stacks from the back, sat at the table to the right.

It’s where you find him as the countdown to OWLs gets smaller and smaller.

You sit down next to him, “How are we today, Ced?”

“OWLs are kicking my arse.”

You gasp, “Cedric Diggory, language!”

He chuckles, “I apologise. OWLs are kicking my butt.”

“You’ll do amazing, Ced. You’ve been revising for months.”

Cedric bites his lip, worry crossing over his features.

You sigh; worry was going to be the thing that killed Cedric.

“How about this,” you propose, “you get the grades for your OWLs and I’ll take you to Hogsmeade for a Butterbeer?”

You shock yourself with the words; the confidence to ask him on a date surging from you and out of your mouth in a collection of sounds that sounded like so much like a proposition. You clap your hand to your mouth; stopping yourself from babbling anything else.

Cedric raises an eyebrow, “Are you asking me on a date, (Y/N)?”

You laugh, the shock wearing off into something else, “You know, I think I am.”

Cedric joins your laughter, “Alright. I’ll get the grades and I’ll go out with you to Hogsmeade.”

You hold your pinkie finger out to him; he wraps his around yours, “Pinkie promise.”

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On results day, Cedric gets the grades.

He celebrates by pulling you in for a kiss.

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“So you’ve been going out since then?” The Second Year Hufflepuff asks.

You nod; your hand wrapped tightly in Cedric’s. “Almost eighteen months now.”

“So Slytherin’s aren’t all bad?”

You shake your head, chuckling, “No, Slytherin’s aren’t all bad.”

“And you love Cedric?”

You nod, “Very much.”

The young girl nods satisfied with your answer. Until she asks, “Do you think you’ll get married?”

You choke on your saliva; eyes wide. You turn to Cedric, letting him take this question. He laughs at the expression on your face, “Who knows? Maybe one day.”

You grin at his words; warmth flooding your body matching the happiness coursing through your veins. Cedric returns the smile with just as much feeling; pecking your lips before turning his attention back to the young girl who is practically bouncing in her seat.

“What do you think of house rivalries now?” You ask, curious to see whether you’ve changed her mind.

The girl blushes, ducking her head slightly, “I don’t think they’re so bad now.”

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duskamethyst · 4 years ago

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close to you. | part. Ⅱ

a/n: i am beyond grateful that i’ve got requests for a part two when i initially didn’t plan for this to be a series. i also don’t know what you’re expecting from the previous ending. i can make it spicy if that’s what you want (if you wish for part three), but i’ve no experience in writing gn!reader smut (so it’ll be f!reader instead). so, yeah. drop me something. it’ll really help. if not, i’ll just end it here.

word count: 3.2k

genre: fluff

warnings: n/a

pairing: catboy!kuroo x gn!reader

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“w-what do you mean?” you reply, refusing to look at him in the eyes as you speak.

“you know, give me a kiss like you always did.” he purrs. “i kind of miss it, to be honest.”

your mind walks you down to memory lane where you always cradled him and gently kiss him on his wet nose. it was one of your favorite things to do and you swore you would’ve given him so many kisses on the nose but he always ended up squirming around and ran away.

then you thought of kissing your cat in his human form and your cheeks start to warm when you realize how embarrassing it would be. you know he’s still your cat and all but it’s a bit different now, right?

“don’t be ridiculous, kuroo.” you sneer, crouching down and over his arm to step away from his silly enclosure like you’re a mouse that he managed to corner. he looks at you dejectedly, ears plopping down but perks back up the moment an idea pops in his head. from the look of his face, you can already tell that you hate it already.

“how about we play hide and seek?” he suggests, golden irises glinting with playfulness. you know he’s stubborn and you can’t do anything but give in.

you sigh, “and what’s the catch?”

“if i catch you, you’ll have to kiss me.” he claims proudly as he puffs out his chest, hands on his hips and you regret asking in the first place.

“what?!” your jaw almost drops. this game would only benefit him. you’ve played with him plenty of times before and you’re aware that he’s damn good at it. he’ll find you in a jiffy with the help of his strong sense of smell.

“but that’s not fair! you already know where–”

“ten, nine, eight...” kuroo completely ignores you as he closes his eyes to begin the countdown. although being completely forced into this game, your mind is already fumbling to figure out where would be the best spot to hide as you run away from the male.

certainly not the closet– it would be too obvious.

under the dining table? too easy.

under the bed? nah, that’s where he usually hides from you.

you don’t have much of a choice so in the end, you choose to hide behind the thick curtains in the corner of the living room. maybe if you hold your breath and sink in your stomach, you’d appear flatter and blend in with the curtains.

“one!” he chirps before you start to hear his footsteps become louder and fade into the distance. just as you thought, the bedroom is the first place he would look into since that’s where the closet is located. you can hear the door open and a startling ‘boo!’ from him that almost makes you giggle before he closes it back again.

it makes you anxious when you hear echoes of footsteps pacing back and forth as he walks to the bathroom then to the kitchen before they suddenly become quiet again and you think that he probably stops walking around the house. kuroo probably realizes that the sounds from his feet are making quite the noise in that form unlike when he was walking on his paws.

“gotcha.” you squeal in surprise as kuroo yanks the curtains away and pulls you into his hard chest. “i immediately knew when i passed the living room but it wouldn’t be fun if the game ended so soon.”

“oh, shut up. you knew you would win anyway.” you huff in frustration.

“you’ve picked the worst place to hide,” he smirks and leans down to whisper in your ear, “or was it on purpose?”

“you wish i was.” you roll your eyes, ignoring the shiver running down your spine when you feel his hot breath fanning your ear.

“of course you didn’t.” chuckling, he then looks at you dead in the eyes. “and my reward?”

“i didn’t agree to anything.” you internally curse at yourself when your heart makes a skip over how close his face is to yours, only separated by just a few inches.

“but you played, didn’t you? you could’ve said no.” he purrs, hazel eyes flicking down to your lips and back to your eyes.

“yeah– y-you didn’t give me a choice.” your breath comes out short as you realize he’s closing the space between you. “kuroo, stop.”

“don’t want to.” he cups your face gently to hold you still. you close your eyes as you nervously wait for his lips to crash onto yours and you can feel his bangs tickling against your face.

however, kuroo abruptly pulls away as a ‘pang’ sound reverberates throughout the room followed by an odd, stinging pain on his cheek.

“ow?!” he yelps, his hand reaches his cheek and his eyes are blown in bewilderment. it feels warm, but it’s not the kind that he likes. it doesn’t feel anything like your body heat when he curls up on top of you despite the fact that it does heat up because of you.

“sike!” you laugh triumphantly but the man only looks at you in dejection.

“you’ve never hit me before.” the corners of his lips tug into a frown and his tail curls around his waist for comfort.

you ponder for a moment, “true. but i find it easier to slap a man instead of a cat.”

“then you’ll kiss me if i turn back into a cat, right?” his ears perk up as a sign of piqued interest.

you roll your eyes, “not necessarily.” you stretch your arms as you walk away to your room. “well, i’m beat. goodnight, kuroo.”

“coming!” he catches up to you but the door slams into his face before he can enter your room.

“no!”

kuroo ended up sleeping on the couch that night. he’s not entirely happy about it and you can see his attitude switches up the next morning. weekends mean you get the chance to laze around and steal the opportunity to wake up later than usual, and living with you for years means kuroo is also familiar with your schedule.

unfortunately, an unwanted noise disturbs your slumber.

and he is scratching the door.

“go away, kuroo!” you groan, rolling to your side with a pillow between your head as you cover your ears in hopes to block out the racket right outside your bedroom.

yet, kuroo is persistent, and you both are aware of that. whatever he wants, he will get.

well, almost.

jumping off the bed and stomping your way to open the door, you look down to see the roguish cat grinning up at you tauntingly.

“what?”

kuroo meows as a reply and strides to the kitchen, glancing over to you to see if you’re following him before he stops and sits straight next to his empty bowl. you reach for the fridge to take out the fish for him and put it in the sink to let it thaw.

kuroo jumps on the counter to scrutinize his food before looking up at you again, tail wagging in annoyance with wide brown irises surrounding his narrow pupils.

“that’s for misbehaving. i’m revoking our ‘truce’.” you sneer conceitedly with intent to show who actually holds the power around the house and him.

kuroo only growls lowly, his ears pushed back in irritation but you only laugh.

“that’s right. i can. i’m your master.” you say, before emitting a long, audible breath when you realize something. “but then again, i’m the one who has to work my ass off to feed you.”

kuroo only observes you in silence and curiosity– he thinks you look sad as you’re suddenly lost in your thoughts but you smile at him again and boop his little wet nose, making his heart flutter because it reminds him of the generous kisses you used to give him. if he knew it was going to turn out like this, he would’ve never struggled to escape when you cradled him into your arms.

“but it’s okay. it’s all because i love your annoying ass.” you mindlessly mumble, almost forgetting the fact that kuroo is able to comprehend your language very well, and embarrassment washes over you once your mind becomes fully aware of it. even when he doesn’t speak, his pupils dilate in astonishment and he is utterly pleased.

“i- uh, i mean– i have to give you credit where it’s due!” you say a little too loudly out of awkwardness, looking around anywhere except his gaze– you can already picture his stupid, smug grin in your head and you just wish for the ground to swallow you whole right now.

“anyways! i have to run to the grocery later after i feed you.” you quickly change the topic and run towards the bathroom to take a shower (or hide), leaving poor kuroo baffled on the counter.

this time, he thinks that maybe he doesn’t mind having tuna.

kuroo lounges on the couch alone, watching the clock on the wall ticks by as he waits for you to come home. he’s getting anxious– you’ve been out for a while now and it doesn’t help the fact that he couldn’t read the time no matter how hard he stares at the numbers. but that one thin line seems to move fast and it already made multiple cycles. so that surely means something, right?

his ears perk up at the sound of your footsteps and jingling keys and his gaze quickly shifts to the main door but he decides to act cool, turning on the tv (he knows that one since he has seen you do it plenty of times) and pretends to watch whatever is playing.

“kuroo, look what i found!” you chirp happily as you open the door, but his sharp nose has already figured and it’s something he’d definitely won’t be too pleased about.

putting your grocery bag down on the floor, you skip into the living room and show him the calico cat you’ve found on your way back home. you hold the cat by his armpits, shoving the poor thing in front of his face.

his eye twitches at the sight and his tail fluffs up in annoyance, “hah?!”

you cradle him protectively against your chest and the cat meows almost too quietly as his bright golden eyes look up at you. “don’t shout, kuroo. you’re gonna scare him.”

“w-what– you can’t–” he gets up on his seat and glares at the calico that’s practically clinging back onto you.

“oh, yes i can.” you laugh. “no nails on the couch, kuroo.” you simply say before turning around to pick up your grocery bag to the kitchen. he’s fuming and he doesn’t even realize how hard his hands are clenching down on the couch. to make it worse, kuroo doesn’t miss the dirty look that the cat throws his way when you walk to the kitchen and boy, it makes him want to kick him out of the house immediately.

you quickly notice the intimidating vibe from the male as he observes you and your newfound friend, making you feel a little bad. “i’m just kidding, kuroo. i already asked if anyone wants to adopt it so i’m just gonna let him stay here for a while before my friend picks it up tomorrow.”

so you’re not entirely betraying him and he’s a bit relieved to hear it, but his territorial nature couldn’t stand the fact that he’s forced to go through one night with another feline in the house. kuroo could just leave the house for the night but then again, he’s the one that lives here so why should he? you may be oblivious, but kuroo can tell that there’s something malicious about him and it’s definitely not because he’s jealous.

“are you hungry, kenma?” you coo, ignoring the feeling of kuroo’s intense gaze burning holes from your back as he looks at you in disbelief after hearing the name you call him.

“k-kenma?! you already gave him a name?!” he yells and he’s so close to shredding the cushion underneath him.

“mmhmm, i think it’s cute and it fits him.” you giggle as you watch the calico devour his food like he hasn't gotten a meal for ages. “or maybe kyanma is cuter?”

“ew.” kuroo tears his eyes away, no longer able to stand the sight of you smothering– (he can’t even bring himself to say the name) kenma despite being in his presence. first, the stupid blonde guy and now this? you’re breaking his little heart.

“don’t look at him like that.” though your eyes are glued to the screen, you can feel his piercing gaze from the other couch as you lie down with kenma sleeping and purring peacefully on your chest. it’s such an eyesore for kuroo and he just hopes you’re not going to sleep in bed with him tonight.

kenma’s eyes flutter open to glance over the older feline and his lips twitch into a victorious smirk before snuggling back on your chest to sleep again, causing kuroo’s jaw to clench in vexation.

but what gets on his nerves even more is when he suddenly hears the sound your lips make as you kiss kenma on the nose.

his ears are blowing steam right now and in his head he’s already throwing stupid kenma away to sit on top of you and yell at him to stay away from what’s his and that he’s unwelcomed here. he wants to do it, but he knows that you wouldn’t like that and he fears that he’ll be the one to get kicked out from the house instead of his competitor.

alternatively, he tries to get your attention.

“i’m hungry.” he whines as he looks at you with his innocent and pleading eyes in an attempt for you to melt into them.

“but i’m going to wake him up if i leave.” you answer, genuinely feeling bad if you start to move away from your seat.

“he’s not sleeping.” he quickly replies and kenma’s ears perk up when he’s aware that he’s on the topic.

“but–”

“trust me, i know.”

“hmm, fine.” you gently caress the cat and kenma mewls when you put him down on the couch to leave for the kitchen. kuroo watches you from his seat and turns to kenma once he’s confident that you’re distracted from preparing his food for him.

“listen here, you little shit.” he growls intimidatingly before bopping his head up to peep at you to see your back facing him, “i know what you’re up to and don’t you dare think that you’re running this place because you’ll be gone first thing in the morning.”

“kuroo?” you call from the kitchen and he immediately stands up and pretends that nothing has happened as he skips happily to his plate.

“feed me, pleaaase.” he shamelessly requests, but you only look at him weirdly and repulsed.

“but you already know–”

“pleaaaase?” his lips feign a pout but you roll your eyes.

“don’t be ridiculous, kuroo.” you wave your hand to disregard his plea and walk back into the living room and take kenma to sit on your lap before his head rubs on your hand to ask you to pet him.

kuroo only sighs and takes a mouthful of his meal into his mouth.

morning has finally arrived, though later than kuroo expected. he couldn’t sleep a wink knowing that you were having kenma together with you on your bed while he had to settle for the couch again. he said it was either you bring him with you or leave kenma with him in the living room. but you couldn’t possibly leave the two together in the same room, even if you were there and asleep. kuroo was literally on his knees and begged to come inside the room with you, yet your answer was resolute.

but it’s fine, you can say goodbye to kenma now and you’re going to be stuck with him until the end of his life.

your friend comes with a cat carrier in hand and they just fall in love with the calico as soon as they lay their eyes on him. you’re a bit sad since you’ve grown attached to the little guy over the short time, but your friend assures you that you can stop by their place anytime if you wish to see kenma. they think that maybe you can bring kuroo along so they can play together, but you just laugh at the idea– knowing kuroo doesn’t like him and you only kept kenma close to make sure he wouldn’t be too distressed. and well, they’re not dogs either.

as soon as you close the door for your friend, kuroo wraps his big arms around you and sighs in relief.

“that was mean of you.” he whines softly.

“you’re being dramatic.” but kuroo holds you tighter and your cheeks start to get warm.

“no. you keep on picking up nasty scents from others. first, your ugly friend and then… then...” he nibbles his lip, as if uttering the name would cause him to vomit.

“atsumu and kenma?” you giggle, causing kuroo to grunt when he hears the names.

“but now that i have you like this, you can’t run away nor slap me again.” he purrs, leaning his chin to rest on your shoulder.

“i don’t get it.” you reply coyly, as if him rubbing his cheek against yours isn’t clear enough to tell you what he wants to do.

“look at me.” he orders, and you nervously turn your head to him. although there’s a shit eating grin plastered across his face, it only makes him look even more gorgeous especially when he is only a couple of inches away.

there’s a sparkle of mischief in his umber eyes as he stares into you, “close your eyes.”

and you do. his hot breath prickles your skin when he closes in the gap and he finally plants a soft kiss on the tip of your nose.

your eyes flutter open once he pulls away. “is that it? is that the kiss?”

“mmhmm.” he nods his head a bit too proudly and lets you go.

you burst out laughing when you’re reminded of a pure, curious child that knows absolutely nothing of the world.

“then, you missed.” you chaff, turning to face the clueless male.

“w-what?” kuroo blinks in confusion and his ears and tail plop down dispiritedly. he’s pretty sure that he did it right. besides, that’s how you’ve always kissed him when he was a–

oh.

you take a step closer to him and get on your tiptoes before cupping his face to pull it closer to yours. it must be the waves of endorphins rushing in your veins or the look of his handsome yet dejected face after thinking that he has accomplished something great– but you found the urge to kiss him properly on the lips, leaving kuroo stunned and wide eyed as he relishes on the new feeling of your soft lips pressing against his before you pull away all too quickly.

“that’s how you kiss someone.”

well, maybe you shouldn’t have taught him that because now, he’ll just might want more.

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cynergy-laughter · 4 years ago

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Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All! Fanfic #3

Garlic Tomato Bisque

(MC x Levi) (MC x Lucifer) (fluff, comedy) (mild language?) [inspired by one of the boys’ D.D.D. Chats where Lucifer was sick]

By: @cynergy-laughter

Word Count: 4,187

You really liked Lucifer, besides all the drama that happened between you two, he was a very sweet, dependable, charming guy. A bit of a sadist yes, but adoring. But now, you hear that Lucifer was sick, in bed, so that’s why he wasn’t at breakfast right now.

“Pfftt Hahahaha! Lucifer is sick?! Oh my gosh, this is too rich!” Mammon chuckles over his food.

“But Lucifer never gets sick, I don’t even think he’s had a cough.” Asmo said, frowning. “I guess there’s a first time for everything…”

“Just knowing that our brother, our eldest brother, is so vulnerable right now… it… shakes me…” Satan said, balling up his fist.

“Yeah, with mirth. You and Mammon are probably the ones taking the most joy in seeing Lucifer suffer…” Belphegor pointed out, “Not that it isn’t interesting to see our brother in such a state… interesting and worrying.”

“And on top of that, Beel is standing guard over Lucifer, it’s both adorable, and sad… to have the second youngest brother protect you… it’s entertaining all on its own.” Mammon snickered as he kept on eating his breakfast.

“Mammon, let’s not forget, Beel works out because of how much he eats, he could twist you into a pretzel and eat you if he wanted to.” You pointed out, making Mammon gulp a bit while Asmo straight up laughed.

“Ahahaha! Chalk one up for [MC]!” He giggled. “But Lucifer’s lucky we’re having a weekend off, otherwise he’d have to miss student council meetings.”

“Well, I’m gonna be playing my game if anyone needs me, which I doubt.” Leviathan said, finishing his breakfast, and getting up.

“Uh-uh-uh, Levi, you are on dishwashing duty this morning.” Satan reiterated. “Dishes, then you can go up to your room.” Earning a groan from Levi.

Soon, everyone finished breakfast, while Asmo and Satan went to go and deliver the leftovers to Beel standing in front of Lucifer’s bedroom door.

But while you were heading back to your room, you couldn’t help but think about Lucifer sick in bed. You wanted to do something for him, and then an idea occurred to you. You headed for the kitchen where Levi was still washing dishes and you looked in the fridge.

“Beel, shouldn’t you be watching over Lucifer’s room? Oh, [MC], it’s you… you come to laugh at my failed attempt to get out from doing the dishes?” Levi said, turning around.

“No, I was just seeing what we have, I was gonna make something for Lucifer for lunch.” You say.

“What? You do know Lucifer is sick, right… like if it’s a cold strong enough for someone like him to catch, you might catch something stronger if you catch it…” Levi tried to warn you.

“Well, he’s not gonna be visited by anyone if everyone is so scared of catching it… I wanna help him feel better.” You say, “I’m thinking about making him soup… but I know it won’t be enough…”

“Well… I heard that Beel’s gonna be taste testing anything that is for Lucifer.” Levi said.

“Yeah, I figured I would make Beel some too…” you trailed off and then you got an idea… “My grandmother’s famous garlic tomato bisque, and a patty melt, with 3 cheeses…” you say with a smile.

Levi blinked. “Patty melt?”

“It’s like a hamburger, but make it grilled cheese style…” you explain.

“Oh… oh wow… that sounds pretty good actually…” Levi said, “something that sounds so normie… sounds delicious.”

“Do you know if Lucifer has any allergies, or does he not like beef?” You asked, excited.

“Umm, not that I know of… I’ve seen him eating steak before…” Levi thought about it. “I think…”

“Close enough! I’m gonna make him and Beel a get-well lunch they will never forget!” You say clenching your fists. You then turn to Levi who seemed to be sneaking away. “Levi! I need your help. Would you come shopping for the ingredients with me?”

“W-What?! Why me? I have streams to do today!” Levi leaned back a bit because you were so close to him.

“Please? I really need your help, I’ll owe you some game time, it’s been a while since we did a livestream together.” You say, you held your hands together pleadingly. “If you help me, I’ll make you your own patty melt too…” now you tried bargaining.

Levi blinked. “W-What? You think I would wanna try one of your weird meat grilled cheeses? Just how old do you think I am?” Levi grumbled, folding his arms and turning his head away from you.

You frowned and sighed. “Okay… I understand… I guess I can ask Belphie or Asmo if they want to go food shopping…” you said as you turned to go and find Belphie or Asmo, when you were suddenly stopped by an exasperation from behind you.

“W-Wait! Gosh, don’t you know a dramatic pause when you see it? U-Umm… Will I get to be the first one to try one of your patty melts?” Levi blushed a bit as he crossed his arms and looked down.

You gave a small smile and held his hands, looking into his eyes. “I promise you’ll have the first melt I make.”

Levi blushes more as he was sharing this tender… normie… moment with you. He pulled his hands away in a huff. “Well, I guess I can spare some time and get to gaming later tonight… but next time, you’re gonna be helping me with a video game release livestream.”

“Deal! Alright, let’s get ready to get shopping to get ready to cook!” You say triumphantly as you grabbed Levi’s hand and rushed out the door with him.

-One Grocery Shopping Montage Later-

You spent a good amount of time shopping for the ingredients, you were happy that Levi had agreed to help you, you weren’t sure how helpful Asmo would have been, but you also knew that Belphie would have slumped down and took a nap while you began cooking. But there was a reason why you wanted someone to really help, and why Levi would be perfect for this.

“I also need a witness, a documenter of sorts.” You said as you put the groceries down on the counter.

“A documenter?” Levi rose an eyebrow.

“Well, this morning, Mammon and Satan were talking pretty mercilessly about Lucifer… I don’t know about Satan, but I wouldn’t put it past Mammon to try and sabotage this and make Lucifer more sick…” You explained.

“Well, in the group chat, Satan was talking about a book about poisons for demons…” Levi said, “So, I wouldn’t put it past either of them…”

“Now that you put it that way, I definitely need you to be my witness. I’m counting on you, Lord of Shadows,” you said, smiling to Levi.

Levi blushes and smiles, “You can count on me, Henry!” He said, clenching his fist, “I’ll go get my camcorder!” He said, heading on upstairs.

You smile as you took out one of your notebooks, and you flipped to a page that had your grandmother’s garlic tomato bisque recipe in. You learned your cooking directly from your grandmother on your father’s side, and she had helped you to keep her recipes alive. She always used to say that her ancestor’s cooking was like a love letter, it had a beautiful presentation, and was full of emotion in every part from beginning to end. You just hoped you could translate the recipe well without her this time. Suddenly, you jumped a bit, feeling a hand around your waist, and someone was pulling you in close.

“What’cha reading? Grandma’s Garlic Tomato Bisque?” Mammon read over your shoulder to which you closed the book.

“Mammon! Don’t do that!” You held your notebook over your chest.

“Heh, sorry, so, what’s all this? You making lunch or something?” Mammon asked, picking up some of the ingredients.

“As a matter of fact… yes, I thought about it, and I wanna make everyone lunch.” You say, “I’m making Patty Melts and my Grandma’s Garlic Tomato Bisque.” He said.

“Patty Melt?” Mammon asked, leaning on the counter, “Excuse me for living but what is that?”

“Picture a hamburger cooked like grilled cheese.” Levi said from the doorway of the kitchen, holding his camcorder.

“Oh? Well then, can’t wait to try it. You will let me know when it’s ready? You know, cause I am your first guy.” Mammon said, trying to get a rise out of Levi.

“Actually, I promised Levi he would be the one to have my first patty melt.” You said, earning a smirk from Levi, and a stunned look from Mammon.

“Ha! Now I don’t regret doing the dishes.” Levi smirked.

“No! No! I asked you to switch dishwashing shifts with me, I demand we switch back!” Mammon growled. “It should be me in your position!”

“You don’t get to change the game when it’s convenient for you! And plus, I got [MC] owing me a hangout day~. So that’s what you get for pawning off your duties!” Levi smirked back.

“Levi… the camcorder?” You ask as Levi set the camcorder up and pressed record on it as he continued the insult match with Mammon.

You sigh and shake your head as you began to start your cooking, starting with the forming and seasoning of the burger patties, making sure they were shaped like ovals so they would fit on the wide bread slices you had. All while you were cooking, you felt someone watching you, and felt someone’s warmth behind you, which you figured out was one of the other brothers, but you were too busy focusing on the patties that you didn’t acknowledge whomst was behind you.

“... And that’s why your feet stink!” Levi fired at Mammon. “They stink so bad, you got a Venus fly trap hacking!”

“Oh those are fightin’ words, your feet stink so bad, when you take your shoes off, the flies die!” Mammon growled as he got into Levi’s face.

“Could you two take your stinky feet somewhere else? [MC]’s trying to cook.” Satan said calmly as he was standing right behind you as you worked on prepping the soup.

“O-Oh… right, sorry [MC]…” Mammon said as he began to leave the kitchen.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Satan…” Levi shied away, following Mammon out the kitchen.

It only took a few seconds before the footsteps came rushing back into the kitchen.

“SATAN?!?!” Both Mammon and Levi shouted in unison.

“You two really are idiots. Letting [MC] cook all by themself while you’re having a little insult fest.” Satan said, smirking, trying not to laugh as he had almost got them to leave.

“You’re the one just standing behind [MC] just watching them cook!” Mammon growled.

Levi realized that they were in the presence of the last two people they wanted in the kitchen right now, so he had to be diligent. “Y-yeah! If you’re gonna be in the kitchen, you’re gonna have to do something to help with lunch.”

“Like saying how badly both of your feet stink?” Satan turned to them crossing his arms.

“THEY DON’T STINK!!” Both Mammon and Levi shouted again. It was at this point of your cooking that you had enough, you hadn’t even started on the bisque yet, and the three of them were standing around having a quarrel.

“ALL OF YOU!” You shout, causing them to turn their attention to you. “I’m already done shaping and seasoning the patties, and I need to start making the soup, if none of you are going to help me, then I need you all to leave the kitchen.”

Mammon, Levi and Satan looked taken aback, they didn’t see this side of MC before.

“Well, I wanna help, what do you want me to do?” Levi asked, walking up to you.

“H-Hey, I wanna help too!” Mammon followed Levi.

“... You know, if you didn’t make a pact with anyone here, you probably would have been in danger of getting hurt…” Satan began, “But… I guess we aren’t earning your cooking if we didn’t help… So you’re making tomato bisque? That’s pretty ambitious, especially for a house of seven.”

“Well, this is my grandma’s recipe, and I wanted to give a lunch that warms the heart as well as your mouth.” You said, softening your smile as you recruited two more brothers to help cook. “I wanna keep my family’s recipes alive.”

“Ah… that is noble of you. Well, I can start chopping the vegetables.” Satan said, smiling.

“Yeah, I’ll start cutting the cheese for the patty melts.” Levi said.

“Umm, I can start buttering the bread, and cook the patties!” Mammon said as the boys started getting everything ready.

It warmed your heart to see that you all were working together. You felt like the head chef, supervising the next three eldest brothers after Lucifer, and you all came together to show how you made the garlic tomato bisque. Eventually, you cooked the patties and started to make them melts.

“Thank you all so much for this… I really do appreciate your help, by the way, Mammon, Satan? Could you go and tell Belphie and Asmo that lunch will be ready shortly?” You asked.

“Why can’t Levi do it?” Mammon asked.

“Because I’m trusting you with this task, Mammon. And you too, Satan.” You replied, smiling.

“Understood, come on.” Satan said, walking out of the kitchen, with Mammon.

You smile and look at Levi. “Thank you so much, I think they were pretty behaved, but check the footage, just to be safe.”

“Of course. Oh, and don’t forget that the first melt and soup bowl is mine.” Levi mentioned as he began to play it back.

You kept your eye on Levi’s patty melt, not wanting to flip it too late or too soon. And at the first flip over, it was a delightfully toasted brown. “Yes!”

Levi smiles as he saw the joy on your face, but then as he played back the video, he noticed you had only made 7 patties… it should have been 8… were you not gonna make one for yourself?

“Oh Levi, here you go, fresh and a perfect toasted brown and cut in half, I hope you like it.” You say, handing him his sandwich and the bowl of garlic tomato bisque.

“Oh wow, it looks so good… thank you, [MC]!” Levi said, closing the camcorder. “And you’re in luck, I didn’t see any sabotaging, but maybe taste the bisque before you try it…”

“Oh right…” you said as you went over to the bisque and tasted it, and you got transported back to when you were sick in bed, and your grandma made you this soup. It made you fall asleep easier, and helped you feel better the next day. You remembered going down to grandma’s kitchen and giving her the biggest hug, cause you felt the best you had felt in your life.

“Hey… [MC]? What’s wrong?” Levi asked, lowering his head to meet your eyes, which he grew misty.

“H-Huh? O-Oh nothing… It just… tastes just like how grandma made it…” you shook your head and wiped your eyes.

“Well, now I’m sold and I haven’t even eaten yet.” Levi smiles, “By the way, how are you going to get past Beel with those sandwiches? He’s eating anything that comes in for Lucifer…”

“Well, I’m gonna cook Lucifer’s and Beel’s at the same time, but then, I’ll cut them both in half, and swap out one of the halves for another. So Lucifer can have some of Beel’s, Beel can have some of Lucifer’s, and They’ll both still have a whole sandwich.” You explained. “And I can show the footage to Beel to back it up.”

Levi blinked, surprised that you thought it through. “It’s pretty scary that you are this thorough… I don’t think even Satan is that thorough…”

You blush and chuckle. “Well, go and eat, everyone will be down soon.” You say, nodding as you shoo Levi off. Eventually, one by one you cooked the patties and grilled cheese’d them, and served them with bisque to brothers who also came down. Soon, you made the last two at the same time, cooking them side by side while the camcorder recorded you. You finally made a beautiful presentation, two halves of each sandwich indicated by ornate toothpicks, two colored red, and two colored orange surrounding but not touching the bowl of garlic tomato bisque. You put it on a tray and made your way up toward Lucifer’s room, where Beel stood guard.

“Oh, [MC]. How are… what is that?” Beelzebub said, giving you a smile, but then it dropped into longing. You swear you could hear his stomach growling.

“Oh, I made everyone lunch, and I made one for you and Lucifer.” You explained. “Four cheese patty melt with garlic tomato bisque, and water with lemon slices because… hydration.” You listed, giving a smile

“... You do know I gotta eat both because of Mammon and Satan. Right?” Beel asked, frowning with an eyebrow raised.

“Well, not necessarily, I cut the sandwiches in half, and swapped the left halves, the soup was made in the same pot and I tasted it. I have recorded footage as well. And even though Mammon and Satan helped, Levi and I made sure that nothing wrong happened.” You say.

Beel blinks, and took one of the plates offered to him and began to eat the sandwiches, he nodded impressed, and then dipped a half of the sandwich into the soup and his eyes widened in joy. “I need more of this soup… and this… patty melt… it’s like grilled cheeseburger… [MC]... I didn’t know you could cook this good…”

You blush as you saw Beel enjoying it so much. Suddenly, Beel opened the door. “Lucifer, [MC] made you lunch, you’ve gotta try it!” He said into the room.

“... Send him in.” Was all you heard.

“Go on in, I’m gonna see if there’s more.” Beel said, running off excitedly to the kitchen.

“There’s more soup, but there’s no more… beef…” you called out but stopped halfway because Beel was already gone. You went into Lucifer’s room, closing the door behind you.

“[MC]... what’s this I heard about you making food?” Lucifer asked from his bed in his dimly lit room, he sounded like he was suffering. He had never had a cold before, and it must have come as a shock.

“Oh, I wanted to help you feel better, so I made you a patty melt, which is basically a grilled cheese-burger, and some of my grandma’s garlic tomato bisque. She made me this when I was younger whenever I felt sick. And I always felt better after.” You said, sitting down on the bed next to Lucifer.

“Oh… I appreciate it, but I heard that Mammon and Satan helped you make it… I hope you understand…” Lucifer said, solemnly.

“Well, I served everyone else before serving you, and I don’t think Mammon and Satan would have eaten something they sabotaged.” You explained. “Please? I’ve been worried about you all day ever since I heard you were sick this morning…”

Lucifer looked at you and his face softened. “Well, if you insist that nothing’s wrong… it does smell good… although I’m not a fan of greasy food…”

“Don’t worry, the grease adds flavor to the bread, here…” you gave Lucifer a fork and knife, to which he started laughing.

“You know me so well.” Lucifer said, smiling, as he took the utensils and began to cut into it.

“You just strike me as the kind of person to eat everything with a fork and knife, you’re not exactly a hands-on eater… oh, and if you want, try dipping the bites you cut into the bisque.”

“... Well maybe I’ll try them separately first before marrying them.” Lucifer said as he was given a spoon as well and began to eat his soup. “Ooh… and you said this was your grandmother’s recipe? Your grandmother knows her flavors, this is delicious!”

“Oh good, I’m glad you like it…” you sighed in relief.

“I don’t like it, I love it…” Lucifer said, smiling at you, “Your grandmother would be very proud of you...”

You blush as you start to feel pretty warm yourself, it felt like Lucifer was holding your hand, or holding you close even though he continued to eat.

After Lucifer has finished his food and his water, he smiled at you, and slightly sniffles.

“Thank you for such a delicious lunch, [MC]. And thank you for such great company… didn’t you make some for yourself?” Lucifer asked, tilting his head.

“Oh you’re welcome! And no, I had a taste of the bisque, and I think that Beel might have eaten the rest of the soup… I’m just glad that you all had yours.” You say, shaking your head.

“I see… I suggest you eat as well, after all, you made us all lunch, you should enjoy your cooking as well.” Lucifer said, holding your hand. “You deserve yours.”

You blush and smile. “I will, don’t worry… now get some rest, and give me a message if you need anything else, okay?”

“Of course, I hope I feel better fast.” Lucifer said, but before you left, you went over and gave him a kiss on his forehead before leaving his room. Lucifer was blushing now, “Heh… I hope I feel better for your sake…” he said after you had already left.

You came out of the bathroom a few minutes after leaving Lucifer’s room to wash your hands, and your lips. Levi was right, you didn’t want to catch the Common Cold 2.0: The Sequel. You smile as you walk back down to the kitchen, and pull out your D.D.D. You were about to call for delivery when you went to the kitchen and you heard;

“Surprise!” The other brothers said as you gasp and almost drop your D.D.D. Mammon was holding up another patty melt while Levi held a bowl of what looked to be fresh garlic tomato bisque.

“W-Wha? What is this?” You ask, going up to them, not sure what to say.

“Well, Beel went Gaga for your soup, and he finished it off.” Belphie said as he pat Beel’s back as Beel blushed and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

“I’m sorry, it was so good…” Beel said, biting his lip.

“And Levi noticed that you didn’t make a patty for yourself, so, he naturally told us, and we decided to go and get the ingredients to make YOU your lunch to us~.” Asmo winked.

“I-I just thought it wasn’t fair for you to make us lunch and not get your own lunch to enjoy…” Levi blushes a bit, looking down.

“You left your notebook in the kitchen so we kind of looked through it… sorry for snooping around your things… but we made you some fresh bisque as well.” Satan said, smiling.

“I hope this is up to your standards, and I hope we did your grandmother’s recipe proud…” Mammon said.

“Yeah, even though Mammon suggested we make this and make a market out of it.” Belphie smirked at Mammon.

You didn’t even hear what Mammon said to that because you were touched that the brothers had come together to make lunch for you. You smile sweetly and took the dishes from the brothers, set them down on the kitchen island and gave them all a hug.

“Thank you, all of you. You don’t know how much this means to me… thank you all so much! Especially you, for all of your help today, Levi…” you said, giving Levi a kiss on his cheek.

“Wha-WhoooOOOOAAA!! What was that for?!” Levi blushed madly.

“H-Hey! Why did Levi get a kiss?!” Mammon’s eyes widened and bared his teeth.

“Cause no one wants to kiss you, scummy Mammon~.” Asmo teased.

“No one asked you Fifty Shades of Pink!” Mammon growled. “And everyone wants a piece of The Great Mammon!”

“Yes, especially those three witches you still owe a debt to.” Satan smirks.

“You know what Satan, I’m getting sick and tired of your mouth, you always got something smart to say!” Mammon stepped up to Satan.

“Well someone has to cut through the idiocy that comes out of your mouth.” Satan crossed his arms.

Belphie snuck your food to you from behind their fussing. “You’d better eat while Beel doesn’t try to grab it.” He said, winking at you.

You smile and head to your seat in the dining hall, and you chuckle as heard them fighting as you are carefully.

“You know what?! I don’t need to take this from someone whose feet stink!” You heard Mammon throw out.

“What does that have to do with anything, Mammon?” Beel asked.

“My feet don’t stink!” Satan growls. “And that statement is irrelevant to the topic at hand, and is proving my point!”

You chuckle a bit louder as you try to calm yourself down to continue eating. “Oh I love it here… Never a dull moment with these brothers…

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Moon Child :Namjin: Chapter One

A/N hello! im going to start posting my fanfictions here! a lot of them were written a year or so ago so they are short and maybe a bit confusing! but im planning to start working on them! please stick around!

Chapter one:

Chapter word count: 1596

It was a rather cloudy day in central Seoul, the rising sun covered by a thin layer of grey clouds that foreshadowed rain. But for the students of the most prestigious college in the country, life continued on as normal. The clock tower rang out eight times, echoing off the many buildings that comprised the campus of Seoul National University. Slowly, the walkways and roads came to life. Students walking to breakfast with friends, teachers making their way to class to prepare for the day, and café workers opening the doors for the breakfast rush.

One café, in particular, was already full of customers, most of whom were women wanting to see the attractive co-owner of the establishment. Kim Seokjin, A fine arts and literature student at the university, often dreaded all the attention he received from the ogling guests. But he smiled and greeted each one the same, “Good morning miss, what may I make for you?” sometimes the customers would slide him a napkin with the money that had their name and phone number, to which he smiled politely and threw away once they walked away.

His male classmates called him the “Woman Magnet” to which he smiled, even though he knew he was the last person who should attract women. When he was fifteen, he had the biggest crush on his classmate Yoongi, it was a defining moment in his life. He had never felt any kind of attraction to women, sure some were cute, but he never thought about them as a potential partner. He wanted to tell his parents but could never bring himself to do it before he left for college. So whenever his mother calls asking about his love life, he always responds with “I’m in a committed relationship” and he never elaborates.

Luckily, his Fine arts class is mostly men, so he doesn’t have to worry about turning down women then, but it’s a double-edged sword. Some of the men in his class are attractive, and Seokjin often catches himself staring, mentally scolding himself every time. Being openly gay in Korea is risky, while there are no laws against it. The idea of loving the same-sex had only started to spread a few years ago. And Seokjin being a respected student at his college had decided to keep his sexual preference to himself.

The library became his safe place, specifically the mythological section. Mostly because no one ever goes there. But he had grown attached to the books and their contents. He liked to get lost in the worlds the books built for the reader. Sometimes, he would be there for hours at a time. Once he had to be told by the librarian that he had to leave because it was time to close.

His favorite book to read was called “Guardian of the moon children” it depicted a being who had no set species. It came in many forms, to young children it often appeared as a white or grey dog who guided them to eternal rest. When as for adults it appeared as a youthful young man who was described as having a deep but soft voice and soft skin. Not only did the being guide human souls to eternal rest, but it also was seen during the birth of someone who would do important things in their life. While Seokjin knew this was just fiction, he wanted it to be true.

At the end of his morning shift, Seokjin would head back to his apartment to shower and change his clothes. After which he would prepare a clean uniform for work and put it in his bag, before sitting at his desk for an hour to study before he had class. He only had four hours’ worth of classes a day, except for Fridays when he had six. So he always finished right before lunch. He would rush back to the café and change into his uniform before eating a quick snack. Normally, he would have ten to fifteen minutes to relax before the lunch rush began. Much like in the morning, women would stare and attempt to hit on Seokjin. It was something he never looked forward to. Part of him thought that if people knew why he worked three shifts a day, they would feel much differently about him. Seokjin had a loan to pay off, a hefty one at that. He had taken the loan out when he moved to attend the university. He had to pay for a place to sleep and the fees that were a result of schooling. At the rate he was making money, it would still be more than two years before he would have the loan completely paid off.

Something Seokjin s parents had told him since he was young was the reason he worked so hard, “if you do something, take responsibility. No matter how big or small the consequences are, never lie about something you did” those words were engraved on his mind, always haunting him, a reminder that the debt will never go away unless paid off. But he accepted it. After the lunch rush. He would make his way home. Working on the pile of homework he was assigned from the day’s classes. If he was able to finish before six, he would go to the library and read before his dinner shift. This was the way he lived.

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“Morning Seokjin, did you have another late night?”

Seokjin bowed slightly out of habit to the café owner, Minseok. Quickly standing straight, Minseok had told Seokjin to treat him as a friend, meaning he should call him by his name and not treat him as he normally would someone older than him.

“Yah!” Minseok exclaimed in exasperation, “I told you not to bow!” Seokjin smiled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. Making his way behind the counter, Seokjin grabs his apron, tying in with ease. “Do you want me to open today?” he asked. “Go ahead” Minseok replied.

As usual, a line of people had already formed outside the door following Seokjin's arrival to the café. He smiled and waved politely before flipping the switch that then lit up a “yes! We are open!” sign.

As the line slowly shrunk and the smell of coffee and fresh pastries faded from the display that hosted an array of freshly baked goods, a deep voice greeted Seokjin

“Good morning sir” Seokjin squeaked out, surprised that he was able to keep his voice steady, albeit slightly higher pitched. “What can I get for you?”

“Ah, I’m new to this area but I saw the long line so I assumed it must be worth the wait, and I can assure you is was.” The man responded looking Seokjin over with his eyes, before meeting them directly.

Seokjin stared for longer than he probably should have, the man's eyes had stars in them, literal stars that floated and shone throughout his pupils, small specks that hypnotized him.

The clearing of a throat snapped him out of his trance, “s-sorry!” he apologize slightly louder than he needed to, causing a few heads to turn in his direction. “W-we are fairly well known for our crumble scones” he spoke nervously, gesturing to the half empty bake-case. “We have a f-few left”

“How perfect, I just so happen to love scones” the man replied running his fingers back through his hair. “And I’ll also have a (joon coffee) with that scone” Seokjin nodded and put the order into the register. Silently, Seokjin hoped the man would pay with his card so he could get his name.

“That will be 7100 Won please” When he looked up he spotted the exact amount in cash on the counter as the man tucked his wallet back into the inside pocket on his suit jacket. “Can I have a name for the order?” He asked. Even Though normally the café went off a number system he thought he would ask.

The man paused in thought “φεγγάρι” (Pronounced fen-gar-e) Seokjin jotted down the name, quickly realizing the name was the Greek word for Moon. He had taken Greek for his language the year before. Though, he never thought it would come in handy.

“You have a Greek name?” Jin asked as he sat the cup to his side and went to get the scone from the display case. “You know Greek?” the man asked. “Uh, y-yeah” Jin said shyly. His cheeks going red when he looked up only to realize that the eyes of the customer were glued onto his own.

“Oh!” Jin exclaimed as he stumbled and dropped the scone that slid on the floor.

Gasps filled the café as the man had caught Jin from falling, “w-wait how?? You were- now you're here?!” he spoke to himself as the man helped him stand up. “I'm going to have to cancel my order for now” he said as he walked towards the entrance, Jin stood in shock along with the other people in line.

Whispers continued throughout the day as Seokjin apologized and cleaned up the mess, he ended up dropping more drinks throughout the day as his mind was trying to deduce how the man made it to his side of the counter when the door to the back was locked, he couldn't remember if he saw the man jump the counter, but that would be impossible. Not a thing was out of place.

Seokjin had one thing in mind all day long, “where can I meet him again”

A/N: Hope you liked it! ill try and update regularly!

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meetthetank · 4 years ago

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Starved

Rating: General AudiencesArchive Warning: No Archive Warnings ApplyCategory: F/M Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Relationships: Steve Burnside/Claire Redfield, Steve Burnside & Alexia Ashford (kind of) Characters: Steve Burnside, Claire Redfield, Alexia Ashford (kind of), Jill Valentine Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Touch-Starved, Post RE Rev2, Therapy Group - Freeform, Read A/N for more context, Steve is a sad sad man who missed out on A Lot, Angst, Subtle love languages Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29232369 Summary: Months after being rescued from his second island prison, Steve Burnside tries to adjust to a normal life while dealing with the scars left both physically and mentally. Luckily, he has some help. Notes: Sooooooooo here's the thing. There were worms in my brain. Real bad. So this is like... a manifestation of a longfic that I want to write later down the road. Some things to know before going in. 1) Steve revived on an island meant to store "failed" B.O.W. experiments that was left abandoned. He was there for a year and some change. 2) Allie is a child clone of Alexia who was in the same facility and befriended him. They live together and Steve is her legal guardian. 3) Jill runs a victims of B.O.W. experimentation which includes Steve, Manuela, Sherry, herself, and some others. I think that's everything but if yall have anymore questions feel free to ask. This is incredibly self indulgent to write but I hope you guys enjoy it too.

“Please stop pacing,” Allie sighs, “You look like a caged beast.”

Steve glares at the child, a clone of the insane woman who killed him, as she sips her tea at the other side of their flat. She glares back, her hazel eyes sharp as ever. She’s waiting for him to retort so she can shoot him down with a smart ass remark like a shark circling a drowning bird. When all she gets is an indignant huff she sips her tea and rolls her eyes.

“You do this every time she comes over. If she didn’t run away at the first sight of your ghastly visage she’s not going to run now.”

Steve sighs, “Yeah, but-“

“What absurd thing are you putting in your own head this time?” Allie snaps, setting her dainty pink teacup next to her stuffed dragon, “You’re going to stink up the room if you think too hard.”

He tunes out the insults with a scowl, but Steve knows the kid is right. He’s thinking way too much about this. Claire didn’t run away screaming the first time they met since he came back, she’s not going to do it for the seventh.

Even still, as Steve passes by the mirror in the front room he jumps at his own reflection. The person inside doesn’t look like him, it doesn’t feel like him. Their ginger hair isn’t wild and tangled, it’s washed, brushed and tied up in a small ponytail. Their shocking green eyes aren’t sunken into their sockets, and there’s a splash of red sunburn on their skin. He can even see a smattering of freckles across their nose and cheeks. They look like a stranger, but the deep, ragged scars across his face remind him of his past. The biggest and ugliest of the marks starts well above his hairline, drops down over his right eye and curls over his lips. A few smaller ones run across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, but they aren’t nearly as deep.

He always thought scars were sexy when he was a kid. Manly. The marks of some action hero or badass. Now they just… Make him look tired and scared.

A small hand grabs onto one of his. “Did you take your medicine today?” Allie asks without a trace of her previous vitriol.

Steve shakes his head. “I’m out of the anxiety pills. Ms. Valentine said she’s going to bring them over when she comes to pick you up.”

“Okay.” Allie says with a curt nod.

“You got everything for your field trip?” Steve meanders over to the kitchen again, eager to change the subject.

“Can I have some spending money?”

He raises an eyebrow, “How much and what for?”

“Fifty for museum books.” Allie puts her hands on her hips and glares up at her guardian with defiance sparkling in her eyes.

Steve crosses his arms over his chest, “Twenty.”

Allie lifts her chin, “Forty-five.”

“Thirty.”

“Forty-five and I buy you a cool rock from the Natural History Museum.”

“Deal.”

With negotiations done (and Steve down forty-five bucks) the only thing left to do is wait. He switches the tv on to drown out his own thoughts. Some hockey game. It’s not his team so he doesn’t care too much, but it’s a comforting familiarity. At least sports didn’t change too much since ‘98.

Steve let’s himself zone out as much as he can to the game. At one point he thinks about getting a beer but decides against it. He’d probably have one or two with Claire at dinner. That, and his meds don’t mix well with alcohol if he hasn’t eaten. So instead he bounces his leg, bites his nails, and busies his hands with whatever he can reach.

Did he used to be like this? It’s hard for him to remember past his awakening and even harder to think past Rockfort. He was a neurotic mess out of necessity on the Storage Facility Island, a place where any sound could be death, and Rockfort was a similar story with the addition of his teenage bravado, but before he was taken? He barely remembers what his parents looked like, let alone what social masks he had to put on. Steve lets out a long, quiet sigh. It doesn’t matter anymore. He’s like this now, and that’s all he needs to know. At least now he has a support system.

Just as Steve starts to calm down, the doorbell rings.

He jumps out of his chair and bolts to the front door, heart in his throat and stomach upside down. His hands begin to shake as he reaches for the knob-

“Hi, Steve.”

“Oh,” Steve sighs, a bit too loudly judging by the way the visitor raises an eyebrow, “Hey, Jill.”

She gives him a warm, knowing smile as she fumbles with her shoulder bag. “Claire coming over today?”

“Yeah.” Steve scratches the back of his neck, “That easy to tell?”

Jill laughs, “Careful now, Redfields can smell fear.” She hands him a paper bag from the local drugstore, “Here. I know you said you were out of the anxiety meds, but I got everything refilled for you.”

“Oh! Uh, thanks!” He tosses the bag across the room to the chair he had just left. “So what museums are you hitting today?”

“All depends on our little cruise director.” Jill says with a small laugh, “Speaking of-”

Allie brushes past Steve, the charms on her backpack jingling with each step. “Air and Space and Botanical Gardens! Oh, and Natural History too. I promised I’d buy Steve a cool rock.”

“Easily bribed, I see.” Jill smirks at him quickly, then turns her attention back to Allie, “Sounds like a deal, kiddo.”

Eager to get on her way, Allie all but jumps out of the door and runs to where two more members of their little therapy group, Manuela and Sherry, wait. Both women greet her with smiles and hugs, and she wastes no time in launching into sharing things she had learned since the last time they had spoken.

“I’d stick around,” Jill says as she backtracks to the group, “But I feel like if I wait any longer there’s going to be a mutiny.”

The rumbling of a motorcycle echoes down the street, and Jill turns back to Steve with a quick smirk.

“Besides, you have company.”

Jill darts over to the group, casting a wave back to Steve and over to the biker before motioning to the ladies to begin their trek. Steve watches with wide eyes and a thundering heart as the biker dismounts and pulls off their helmet, revealing short auburn hair and stunning blue eyes. She gathers up a few plastic bags from her bike before jogging over to him, while he stands there like a deer in headlights.

“Hey, Steve!” She says with a bright, radiant smile and shoves some of her bags in his hands.

“W- Hey, Claire.” He fumbles with the grocery bags, “What’s all this?”

“Dinner. Figured making our own burgers would be better than ordering out.” Claire explains and shuffles inside the door as Steve moves aside for her. “And more fun.”

Though Steve can’t deny her claim, he also can’t fight the apprehension that coils in his stomach. He can cook, sure, he had to or die on the island, but he has no idea how to use any of the kitchen gadgets Jill’s group and Terra-Save set him up with. None of it is as simple as a slapdash firepit and some scraps of metal. Maybe if he’s lucky Claire will know what to do and he can just chop vegetables or something. The last thing he wants to do is make more of a fool of himself.

“Uh, sure!” He blinks his thoughts away, shuts the door and retrieves his bag of medicine from the chair.

By the time Steve turns back towards his kitchen, Claire is already busy setting up groceries and making herself at home. He watches her take off her heavy bomber jacket, revealing a thinner red and black flannel, and set it on the back of a chair at the kitchen table. She drops her plastic bags on the counter and grabs a beer out of his fridge; she looks like she’s been coming here for months. Something about the image before him makes Steve’s chest tighten. He’s not sure if it’s a bad feeling or not.

“-Steve?”

“Huh?” He snaps out of his stupor with a jolt.

Claire wiggles the opened bottle in her hand, “Did you want one?”

“Oh, uh, sure.” He stammers and rubs the back of his neck but walks across the room to take the beer. Maybe he did need something to settle his nerves after all.

Claire smiles at him like she’s known him all his life, like she knows what’s going on in his head and she understands why he’s so awkward and nervous around her. What was it that Jill said before? Redfields can smell fear? He knows it’s a joke but the way Claire seems to understand his fidgeting and hesitation leaves him wondering if there’s some kind of truth to it. A few gulps of beer (technically a hard cider, his first beer made him vomit) gives him enough bravado to at least go into the small kitchen with her.

Thankfully, she doesn’t ask him to work any of the gadgets. Claire’s hands glide over buttons and knobs, setting temperatures on his stove and placing pans. She directs Steve to break the ingredients out of the bags. Ground beef, cheese, brioche buns, vegetables, and a myriad of spices.

“This is a lot for just burgers, isn’t it?” He asks, mouth full of stolen tomato.

“Come on now, you know I wouldn’t do just burgers.” Claire laughs a bit, a sound that makes Steve’s heart stop. “This is an ancient Redfield family recipe.”

“Should I be worried?” Steve can’t help but smile back. She has this way about her that makes him feel lighter, like everything takes a backseat to just… being around her. He can joke, come out of his shell a little. She won’t hurt him.

Claire giggles at him, “It’s the way our dad used to make them. Chris held onto the secret ingredient till he was… Thirty something I think. I basically had to interrogate him for it.”

He raises an eyebrow and grins devilishly, “So...what’s the secret?”

“Oh, just a blend of spices.” She shrugs, “Nothing that inventive. But it’s special to Chris, so don’t go telling him I told you.”

Claire winks at him then turns back to mashing the ground beef into patties, leaving Steve to gawk at her. She’s delightfully impish when she wants to be, he can see himself getting into all sorts of flirtatious teasing matches with her… if he weren’t so weird. She directs him to chop up the tomatoes and onions after she catches him staring, again with a playful smirk and slug to his shoulder.

Something he had to become good at while on that remote island, alone aside from Allie and the wild B.O.Ws, was how to observe. The more he watches Claire out of his peripheral, the more she reveals to him. He watches the way her face falls as she focuses on the burger patties, as if she gets lost in her own thoughts and forgets where she is for a split second. It isn’t hard for him to see the sadness she hides from the world, it’s the same kind as one he carries. The reason Steve still roots for his hockey team, or even still watches the sport is because it reminds him of his dad. It’s the last connection he still has to his late father, and of a time mostly lost to him. He feels more special than he should that Claire would choose to share something like that with him.

Suddenly a sharp pain shoots up Steve’s arm. He drops the knife, now streaked with red and pulls his hand close to his chest with a hiss. His heart races and his eyes dart around, searching for other dangers in the area. Anything might be lurking in the shadows waiting to take advantage of his weakness. He scans back and forth for threats, eyes wide and alert. Nothing catches his attention except-

“Steve?! What happened?”

Claire drops her own knife and rushes over to him overcome with worry, but stops in her tracks when Steve backs away from her. He looks like a frightened animal, eyes wild and darting to anything that moves even the slightest bit.

“Did you cut your hand open?”

Her voice is soft and gentle as she approaches, hands low and outstretched to him. She doesn’t step closer, she waits for him to bridge the gap. Steve can see the caution in her face. Like she’s trying to coax a stray kitten out of hiding.

It works.

“Y-yeah,” Steve says, dropping the tension in his body a little. “I uh, wasn’t paying attention and… I guess it slipped.”

He opens his hand enough for Claire to see the small streaks of red that pool beneath his thumb. It’s superficial, barely deep enough to scar. The virus would already be hard at work stitching the burst blood vessels together, but he should still clean and bandage it. He has a bad habit of picking at the scaly scabs that form over wounds.

“Are you okay?” Claire asks, taking a small step forward. The gap between them is barely a foot wide. “That looks like it’s bleeding a lot.”

As Steve starts to relax further, Claire’s fingertips brush against his hand for a split second. The shock is enough to send him reeling back, his heart leaping into his throat. His instincts tell him to run and hide or fight his way to a safe place. Somehow he finds the self control to speak.

“No!” He yelps, loud enough to startle Claire. He lowers his voice but takes another step back. “No, I got it. It’s fine.”

He doesn’t stick around long. He can’t bear the worried, somewhat hurt, look on Claire’s face. Steve hurries into the bathroom around the corner and shuts the door before the fear and guilt tear him to pieces from the inside out. With trembling hands he turns on the sink faucet and lets icy water run over his open wound. It stings a little, but nothing he can’t endure. The excess blood trickles down the drain and vanishes in seconds. Just as he thought, the cut isn’t deep at all. That eases his anxieties somewhat, but not enough to stop the oncoming panic attack. Before it overtakes him, he wraps a washcloth around his hand to contain the blood as best he can.

Steve sinks to the floor and puts his head between his knees. It’s a struggle but he forces himself to take deep even breaths, just like Jill had taught the group. Though his head still spins, it helps to calm his heartbeat enough that it doesn’t feel like he’s about to have a heart attack. The trembling stops once he lets his consciousness fade to survival mode; he only thinks about his breathing and that he is safe.

Claire isn’t going to hurt him. No one is. He’s safe here. He’s safe with her.

Claire isn’t going to hurt him.

The world slows down, finally. Steve isn’t sure how long he’s been here but it can’t have been too long. Claire hasn’t come knocking on the door looking for him yet, and the savory scents of meat and spices being seared drifts in from the kitchen. His stomach tightens at the smell, helping to distract him further. Though his whole body feels heavy and drained of energy, Steve finds the strength to push himself to his feet once again. He cleans the now dried blood off of his hand, sloppily wraps his hand with a bandage, and dumps the rag he was holding into the wastebin before leaving the sanctuary of the bathroom.

When Steve returns to the kitchen, he expects Claire to rush at him and assault him with questions, but the only question is in her eyes. Wide, blue, and deeply worried about him. She doesn’t say anything or move to approach him, she only watches and waits for him to be ready. The way her brow creases and turns upwards at the ends make her look guilty, and that sends a pain through his gut he can’t identify right away.

“All good.” He announces, showing off his slapdash bandages. “It’s not deep. Just wanna keep it from getting dirty. And keep myself from picking at a scab.”

Claire looks at him with such intensity that Steve almost shrinks back from her gaze. It’s like she’s staring right through him.

“You sure?” she asks, keeping her voice low and gentle.

The genuine worry throws Steve for a loop. “Yeah.” He flashes her a wry, lopsided smile full of false confidence; as if he didn’t just have a panic attack. “I’ve had a lot worse.”

Claire studies him for a moment, then scoffs and shakes her head. A small grin finally appears on her face and it takes his breath away. “Yeah, I was there for some of those.”

She turns back to finishing up dinner. A shadow crosses her face as she grills the burger buns as a final touch, but it’s gone in a flash. Steve busies himself with getting drinks and plates, and thinking of something to say that might distract Claire from whatever sadness is eating away at her.

“You’ve had a lot worse than that.” He says with a grin, and immediately regrets it. Why did he think it’d be a good idea to bring back those kinds of memories?!

But Claire turns around and smiles broadly at him. “Oh you have no idea.” She drops a plate of burgers and a plate of toppings on the table, then as if to give Steve another heart attack, she props her leg up on the chair and rolls up one of her pant legs. A long, wide scar follows the length of her toned calf. Tan with age and wear, it stands out against her pale skin.

“This was from the Tyrant in Raccoon City.” She smirks, almost proud of her scar. “I was lucky it didn’t hit bone with how deep it was.”

There’s an edge to her voice, testing him. Teasing him. Steve grins. If Claire wants to have a scar battle, then he’s more than happy to show off.

He points to the largest scar on his face, “I got this from-...” Shit, he can’t tell her it was from falling down a mountain. That’s not cool. “...I got it from this big… Turtle thing.”

Claire raises an eyebrow at him, “Turtle thing?”

The lie spins out of control in his head, faster than he can stop. “Yeah! It was like...a big armored reptile B.O.W. Had these nasty claws for diggin’ in the ground. I got too close to it and it swatted at me. I’m lucky I didn’t lose this eye.”

He puts his hands on his hips and puffs out his chest a bit. He can’t pinpoint why showing off his trauma like this makes him happy. Maybe he’s just happy to share it at all. It doesn’t matter to him now. Claire is smiling. He’s smiling.

They go back and forth, showing each other their scars and places where bones were broken while eating homemade burgers and fries. Claire shocks Steve with just how many scars and injuries she suffered over her years of fighting bioterrorism, and he astounds her with his stories of his misadventures on the B.O.W. storage island and his encounters with all manner of beasts. Watching her listen to him with such fervor and interest almost makes him forget how horrific it all was. It helps in a weird way.

But that changes in an instant.

When it’s his turn to point out a scar and tell a story, he stops thinking. He lifts up his shirt, exposing the most gruesome scar on his body with an excited grin. A scar that stretches from his collarbone and disappears beneath the waistband of his pants, with dots alongside it on either side. Instead of a jagged outline like the scars left by accidents and B.O.W’s, this one is straight, clean. Surgical.

“This one was from when they autopsied me.” He explains, far too excited about the grim display he presents Claire. “It still itches like hell where the staples were-”

Steve snaps to reality once he looks up to see Claire’s awestruck face. Instead of excitement, it’s horror. Her hands cover her mouth and her eyes, brimming with barely restrained tears, lock onto his stomach and a wound so old he had almost forgotten about it. Beneath the autopsy scar, beneath the scars from man-made beasts, there’s a circular mark a similar color to the scar on Claire’s leg. It’s old, faded, but still aches from how deep the tissue reaches inside him. The gravity of the old wound may be lost on him, buried under the countless others that mar his body, but it’s fresh and raw to Claire.

He hastily pulls his shirt down, “Shit- I’m sorry, I didn’t-... I forgot that…” There’s nothing he can say that will ease her mind. He reaches out to her with one hand, stopping just by her arm before pulling back and sinking back into his chair. Another muttered apology falls from his lips as he hangs his head in shame.

He doesn’t notice Claire get up and cross the gap to him. Not until she takes a knee in front of him and brushes his unruly hair out of his eyes.

Claire’s touch is feather light and tender, but even that sends shocks through his skin. It jolts him out of his shamed stupor, and Claire pulls her hand back a few inches. Her expression is something he can’t make out. Somewhere between pity, sadness, and guilt. Before Steve can properly figure out what she’s thinking (something he’s never been good at) Claire runs her thumb across the large scar on his face, slowly and gently. He doesn’t flinch away from her this time. Then, something mundane yet earth shattering to this broken man out of time happens. Claire cups his scarred, stubble covered cheek in her hand.

Something breaks within him. A dam he didn’t know existed anymore that kept everything back, every trauma, every broken piece of him; some of which he didn’t even know were broken. Claire’s hand, her warm hand marred by callouses but still soft despite it all, molds to the contours of his face. There’s such tenderness, unrestrained kindness in her eyes and her touch and he can’t fathom how it can be directed to him. He doesn’t notice the tears in his eyes until they spill over.

Steve tries to calm himself with deep breaths but they come out stuttered and shaking. His shoulders heave, a lump in his throat chokes him. He screws his eyes shut, trying to shut out the vision of someone caring about him that deeply, but she’s still there. He can still see those piercing blue eyes boring into his soul and reading him like an open book. The moment Steve opens his eyes he sees the blurred outline of Claire Redfield wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

He wants to yell at her to leave, to tell her that he’s a lost cause and there’s no helping him. He’s too damaged, too broken. He’ll never have a normal life. He’ll never be able to pretend he isn’t a monster. He will never be able to have meaningful relationships. But all that comes out of his mouth is a broken, choked sob. Someone is touching him, someone cares about him. And he can’t understand it.

Despite himself, Steve pulls Claire into a tight embrace and sobs into her shoulder. Her fingers run through his hair, while her other hand rubs his quaking back. Steve can’t stem the tears, that’s a feat that even a mighty Redfield can’t achieve, but he can’t deny that simply being in Claire’s arms replaces despair with a strange warmth. For the first time he can remember, he feels...safe.

Eventually, the tears stop, and Steve is able to breath easily again. Claire doesn’t let him go for a minute and for that he silently thanks her. It isn’t until he begins to pull away that she too lets her arms down and pulls back from him.

“I’m sorry…” he mutters, wiping the stray tears from his eyes, “I don’t-”

“Shut up.” Claire commands and takes Steve’s hands from his face. “You have nothing to apologize for.” Darkness crosses her face for a moment. “I should be the one apologizing… I know you-... It’s hard after a while, not being… Not having human contact like that for a while. It’s not something they tell you about in therapy.”

Steve shakes his head, “I needed it. I really… Really did.” He sighs, “I...I didn’t know how much I...everything… still hurts.”

With that same kind smile, Claire leans forward and kisses his forehead. “It takes a lot of strength to admit you’re hurting that much. Give yourself some credit.”

“Maybe…” he says with a sad smile. “... Thank you, Claire. For everything.”

She takes his hand in hers, tracing the callouses and scars with her thumb. “Thank you for coming back.”

#Steve Burnside #Claire Redfield #resident evil #resident evil fanfic #tank fics #Holy shit yall i had the brainworms bad

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junk-jester · 4 years ago

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The Sigmatrix

I’m feeling a bit creatively drained at the moment, so, taking inspiration from this post by @jennifer-10nyson, here’s my own version of the Omnitrix.

History

My name is AJ. My Omnitrix, locally known as the Sigmatrix, was created by my universe’s Azmuth, similar to Ben Prime. When I was 9 years old, I lived out deep within the Rocky Mountains of Canada, where my father operated at a local military base. Out of nowhere, one fateful day, a gunner at the base had shot down a passing by UFO, and it crashed right in my home’s front lawn! My father and I went to investigate, and an injured Azmuth exited the vehicle, his life in serious peril. My father and I attended to his wounds and helped repair his ship over the course of the next several weeks, no doubt thanks to some strange technology he had onboard. When all was said and done, and as thanks for helping repair his ship and heal his wounds, he bestowed upon the both of us a small, red box. I opened it and a gold and brown watch that felt like smooth felt jumped up onto my wrist! Now, by using this strange device that I still don’t know all that much about, I can transform into a number of different alien species from across the Multiverse and protect those who cannot protect themselves! Those who are wicked by choice, beware!

Main Function

The primary use of the Sigmatrix is to hold the genetic code of a variety of different alien life forms from thousands of different planets, galaxies and beyond, with most being from the Milky Way. However, I only started out with seven! Those seven being the following:

Meltdown (Mustarite)

Beatbox (Hyper-Evolved Sonorosian)

Huntdown (Yautja)

Hardware (Galvanic Mechamorph)

Airborne (Lepidosaurian)

Hexagon (Vreedle)

Overcharge (Conductoid)

Other functions

Master Control: While I currently don’t have it unlocked, the Master Control would allow me to transform into any alien with just a thought and allow me to remain alien for as long as I desire.

DNA Modifying: The Sigmatrix is capable of modifying the DNA of any selected transformation (as well as myself) to a limited degree in order to repair wounds, expand muscles to make my aliens (or myself) stronger, and more.

Quick Change: While in alien form, I can choose to switch to a different alien without reverting back to human before hand. However, this does drain the “battery” faster.

Life Lock: If I so choose, I can remain in a specific alien form for an extended period of time without timing out. However, the longer I remain in said form, the longer it takes for the Sigmatrix to recharge once I revert back to human form.

Artificial Intelligence: The Sigmatrix is home to an A.I. Program known as Sigma, who manages a majority of the Sigmatrix’s other functions and acts as a moral conscience, giving me advice when in times of need. Sometimes, she even goes so far as to act like the mom I never had growing up...

Universal Translator: The Sigmatrix is able to translate any language within the galaxy to English in both a speech and text format, with the exception of Xa’tese, the native tongue of the Yautja species. I end up circumventing this by just transforming into Huntdown, anyway.

2-Way Communicator: The Sigmatrix can connect to any wireless communication device (be it a Plumber’s badge, cell phone, or computer) and communicate through said device. This basically allows the Sigmatrix to gain access to the Internet whenever I need it!

Voice Command: The Sigmatrix can act and engage or disengage any of the other features mentioned here according to various verbal commands given to it, with the exception of Master Control. Only Azmuth can access that one.

Anti-Removal Failsafe: The Sigmatrix is bonded to my DNA on a genetic level, meaning it is extremely difficult to remove and downright painful if done so by force. Any attempt to force the device off my wrist will result in an omnidirectional energy pulse that can knock away people with enough force to turn a brick wall into dust! Thank god this thing’s water-proof...

Anti-Death Failsafe: If I was placed in a position that would result in my death, the Sigmatrix will quickly cycle through my available aliens and attempt to transform me into something that will protect me from whatever threat I’m dealing with. However, if no aliens are available, it will forcefully unlock a brand new alien instead! This is how I managed to unlock my most powerful alien, a Celestialsapien named Prometheus. This is an imperfect failsafe, however, as it only works while I’m in human form.

Sigmatrix Modes

Orange-- Active

This mode means that all systems are operating normally and I’m ready to transform. It also allows me to activate and use the other functions mentioned above.

Glitched Purple-- Hacked

This one means that the Sigmatrix has been hacked and is under someone else’s control. To reverse this and get thins back to normal, I gotta hard-reboot it.

Brown-- Selection

This isn’t really a mode, but I figured I’d include it anyway. This one shows up when I’m getting ready to transform into a particular alien. For example, Overcharge.

Dark Red-- Time Out/Recharge

The roughly 17~ minute time limit for a transformation is up and I gotta wait out a recharge time, which is usually only about three minutes. This mode also engages if I manually revert back to normal.

Pink with Spots-- Mind Control

I’m being hypnotized and Sigma’s currently in the process of trying to shake me free.

Teal-- T.S.T. (Trix Space Travel)

This one is... a bit on the strange side. From what I can tell, inside the Sigmatrix is this sort of simulated alternate dimension called the Trix Space, where all my aliens hang out and live life like normal people, patiently awaiting the next time I transform. They got all the normal needs, like entertainment, food, drinks and even their own form of government. Subsequently, this mode allows me to kinda-sorta project my consciousness into the Trix Space and interact with my aliens. When I’m inside, the Sigmatrix creates a barrier around my physical body that’s completely indestructible, just so no one tries to hurt me while I’m not home.

Grey and Red-- Self-Destruct

For this mode, the Sigmatrix recognizes that it’s been compromised and will destroy itself in order to prevent its technology from falling into the wrong hands, such as Vilgax or Malware. The detonation sequence can also be charged for various periods of time to either increase or decrease the blast radius and level of destruction, from only a few feet to almost the entire Universe!

Yellow w/ Question Mark-- Encyclopedia

Oh, I love this one! This mode acts like a hand-dandy guide to all things alien, such as culture, fashion, language and more, as I can’t really access the Internet when I’m not on Earth. I can always find just what I need through this one!

Yellow w/ Exclamation Point-- Message

This one is basically the Sigmatrix’s own form of texting. Lets me get in touch with friends real quick from just about anywhere, no matter how far away I am!

Dark Grey w/ Moon & Star-- Sleep Mode

What this one does is exactly what it says on the tin. Nap time!

Two shades of Grey w/ Clock-- Disguise

Also self-explanatory. This mode alters the Sigmatrix’s outer-shell to disguise it as just another ordinary wrist watch, just so people don’t get weired out. I can still transform like normal, though.

Green, Purple, Blue, Red and Orange-- Multiverse Communicator

This is basically the Message Mode, but way better! It allows me to get in touch with other Omnitrix Users from across the Multiverse, on the off chance I may need help in a fight or we just wanna hang out. Benzarro never returns my calls...

Black-- Shut Down

The whole thing is shut off and can’t be used until it’s turned back on. Perfect for getting under the hood and fixing the advanced tech when something goes wrong. Funny enough, I’ve managed to engage this mode while transformed into an alien before, and while I thought something terrible might’ve happened, nothing of the sort did. Score for me!

#AJ 77 #Ben 10 OC #Custom Omnitrix #The Sigmatrix only started off with 7 aliens because; by the time Azmuth was giving it to AJ; he wasn't actually done adding DNA samples yet #the decreased starting roster; in exchange; does give AJ far more time to be in alien form compared to Ben Prime #a whole 7 extra minutes #this series tends to revolve around the number 7 a lot LOL

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coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe · 4 years ago

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January 3rd or One's Beginning is another's end (Daughters of Darkness)

This passage contains potentially: Explicit Language, Depictions of Violence (including mentions of blood), Smoking, Slang and maybe some bad translations.

Summary: An introduction to the world of the Daughters of Darkness, through the eyes of series protagonist Kirby 'Gluttony' Lucifarian. The first day and night, from her perspective, of them working for the WWF.

Kirby's POV:

Tuesday. The first day of being 'on the job', Tuesday the third of January 1984. Damien got us into the WWF. … Damien, managed to get us into the quickest rising wrestling promotion, popularity wise. To be honest with you, Damien's given us free reign to get to know people, for now. I don't know anyone here. I've heard of people here, such as the most famous giant in the world, and … Hogan.

I'm not here because I earned it, I'm here because I'm a necessity for the team. That's how I view it. That's how I've always viewed it. Vickie needed someone to make fun of and, well, I'm the easiest choice. Then, in the midst of a darker path of thought becoming clearer in my mind...

WHAM

Both me and the figure I waltzed into thudded to the floor, "Oh, my good lord. I'm so sorry are you o..."

I looked at the figure before me, taking in how much trouble I had created in the last three seconds.

Taller than myself.

Head covered by a wild afro.

Around double my weight.

André.

André the giant.

Flat on his arse … because of me.

Oh … Shit.

"Are you alright, Mademoiselle…"

I could tell he was searching for a name but didn't know it. Too frightened to even speak I glanced away. I noticed his shadow move.

"Mademoiselle?"

His footsteps came closer, he sounded … worried, as if he didn't want me to get fired for this.

"Mademoiselle?"

He picked me up, not off the ground, but so I could stand. I whispered out a small 'thank you', or rather 'merci'. His hands still on my shoulders, he smiled sweetly and nodded, as if to beckon forth more words from me.

"I'm Kirby, or rather, Gluttony. I'm new around here."

André grinned, putting his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer before stopping upon seeing how much taller than every other woman in the company I am.

"Are you, uh …" he searched for the words

"A giant, yes, technically a giantess."

I feel I should summarise the next hour or so, but, André took me on a tour of the backstage area and we talked, about everything. Within an hour I had gained a new friend, a genuine friend, someone who didn't care about my height or looks. I know the only reason he didn't care is because he knows what it's like to be stared at just because you aren't 'normal'.

By the time André's tour had ended it was time for Vickie and Damien's interview with Mean Gene, which I was to attend. I said a goodbye to André and rushed off to perform my usual role.

The Enforcer, or rather, the intimidation device, that's my role in this group, to scare people, that's all I do. Before joining the group I was part of another group back in England, The Celtic Warriors, I was part of a championship winning tag team. Now what am I, a damned intimidation device, a human scare tactic.

The Interview:

Gene's first question for us, actually, Damien and Vickie (whilst I stood behind them and looked 'menacing'), was 'How are you doing so far?'

Damien began, "You know something, Gene, my girls have yet to have a match, but we are doing absolutely fine. In shape, ready to rock, ready to roll. Gene, every one of the Daughters of Darkness are doing fine."

Vickie followed suit, "Just look at us," She gestured to me and then herself, "Don't we look marvellous, Gene."

Gene smirked, "You could say that again, miss?"

"Pride, though you can call me Vickie."

Damien glared at the smaller man, almost as if he was daring him to try and flirt with her.

Gene readjusted and focused in on the prospect of new women in the WWF and the possibility of more matches. "Uh hum, yes, now how soon do you girls think you'll be seeing a match on the cards?"

"Soon, Gene, Soon." Vickie stated, ending the interview by walking off.

The first night after 'work' was surprisingly normal, Damien and Vickie went off in their rental car, taking Holly and Eli with them whilst the rest of us stood around backstage for a while.

Billie brought a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of her purse, lighting one up and walking over to me, sitting down on a box placed near by and blowing the smoke away from me she spoke up.

"What's up with you, Tall-ass."

"Thinking."

"Dangerous pastime hermana."

"I know, hermana"

"You collect phrases, don' cha?"

"They may come in handy, Billie, one day."

"You going to the gym tomorrow?"

"Of course. Gotta train. Gotta … gotta settle in somehow, right?"

"Right, mi hermana, I'll see you around, alright?"

"See ya, Billie."

She waved back at me as she walked away.

Billie was the only person who knew that I 'collected' those little phrases that seem like nothing until spoken. Language isn't my strongest aspect, more often than not I'm silent and I try to avoid other peo-

"Hey! watch where you're walking man!" I yelped out, shocked back into the present moment. Instantly regret flooded my mind as I realised who had barged past me to get out of the building.

Big John Studd.

One of the most disrespectful 'giants' in the world of wrestling. famous for being the one man who pisses André off more than anyone else, including the Iron Sheik.

He sneered back a quick, "Who gives a fuck." and continued to stroll away.

That … that fuckwit. Who does he think he is. I felt a gentle hand place itself on my shoulder. I turned, expecting to see Eli or P.G, I was face to, well, chin with André.

"Forget about him," He started, with that same sweet, friendly smile from earlier, "Damien said you may need a ride back to the hotel. I don't recommend you walk back now, too dark out for a young lady such as yourself."

The way his R sounds turned into faint W's and he missed off or faintly implied H's was calming. Almost in the same way that hearing a parents voice would calm a child after a nightmare.

"Oh, uh, it's okay André, I was going to get a taxi."

He nodded in response, somehow both downhearted and curious, as if he knew that I was either lying to him or if I did get a taxi, the immense pain my back would be in the following day. André sauntered off, leaving me, once again by myself.

I don't mind being alone, in fact most of my life I have been alone, always the outcast, it was only when I got into wrestling that it started to change.

I picked up my bag and started walking, buttoning up my shirt up to the top of my chest, my near-neon orange shirt covering down to my mid-forearm, hiding any noticeable tattoos, except the one on my wrist, when I turned eighteen, I got a small, runic 'R' on my right wrist, in remembrance of my uncle Rory, the tallest of my dad's brothers.

It took about an hour to get to the hotel, an hour of walking through a city I'm not familiar with, when I eventually got to the hotel I went straight to my room and locked myself in. All alone, I could practice or train if I wanted, so I did.

I took off my black shirt, shoes and belt and I stood in the middle of the hotel room and practiced punching, then I switched to doing my warmups and working out, push-ups, planks, squats. By the time I finished it must've been around midnight, maybe one or two am. I got some sleep, waking up at six, getting changed into some fresh workout gear and headed straight to the gym.

You meet all sorts of characters at a gym, or so I've been told. Back in England I would go to my parents house and use our home-made gym to work out. Not an option that I have anymore, however, the moment I got into the gym, I felt like I was in a whole new world, as if I was just getting into the business all over again. I scanned for any faces that I knew, Mr Fuji, Tonga Kid, Sgt Slaughter, Don Muraco, Lou Albano, Iron Sheik, Freddie Blassie, Tito Santana, Jimmy Snuka, Bob Backlund, Gene and Pat, David Schultz, and … who is that?

I walked over to David and this mystery guy, nodding at David and heading to the heavy bag next to them.

"Mornin' Gluttony, André's been talkin' about ya."

"Oh really, Mr Schultz?" I tried to keep my breath noises to a minimum as I continued to hit the bag.

The mystery guy snickered, quickly shutting up after Schultz glared at him.

"C'mon girl, you know you can call me David. An' yeah," He stopped punching and instead leaned on the heavy bag in front of him, forcing the other guy to hold it still "Giant's been talking about him havin' a new friend and how much he likes ya."

"He's a good man, it's good to have friends in new places. Who's your pal, David?"

He smiled and slung his arm around the shorter man, "This here, this is Roddy Piper. He's like you."

I tilted my head slightly to try and make him explain further.

"You are Scottish, right?"

"I'm a quarter Scottish. Anyway, Piper, Do you speak Gaelic?"

"Uh, no, I can play the bagpipes however." his eyes lit up slightly, a sort of mad fire behind a haze of brown or maybe dark blue.

"Well, I'll see you around I guess, I've gotta warm up for later though."

I tried to block the two men out and focus on my own workout but Piper seemed to stick around a lot longer than David. He was still there when my workout ended.

"What do you want?"

"You're a quarter Scottish, you're also a giant. How do you fight? Show me." He seemed to get more energetic the more he talked.

"Right now?"

He nodded, "Right now, c'mon."

He led me to a ring that some other wrestlers were using to brush up their skills.

From the looks of the ring, it was actually used for boxing.

Roddy entered the ring the same way as most six-foot-two guys did, through the top and middle ropes. I tested the ropes, and seeing that they had just enough slack, used them to jump over the top rope.

"I've never seen a girl do that before."

"Mistake number one, I'm a woman, not a girl. Mistake number two, you expected a giant to be normal."

He scoffed out a laugh and got ready to lock up.

We locked up and Piper hit me with a knee to the stomach.

I got him back with an Irish whip into the corner, accidentally winding him by being too stiff.

"You're gonna pay for that, lass." He snarled out, already getting pissed off.

I sized him up, trying to see how high I would have to get myself in order to dropkick him to the mat.

Piper tried to hit me with a running high knee strike but I countered with a dropkick, taking us both down to the mat and slamming my face into the mat.

The mat was a lot harder than I was used to, it felt like I had rammed my head straight into a cinderblock, I started breathing heavier than before.

I rolled over and put my arms up, making an 'X' with my forearms. Piper stopped and walked over.

"You alright?"

I shook my head.

He knelt down and pulled me up into a sitting position.

I hesitated, knowing I had to take my mask off to see what was wrong but truly not wanting to. Piper managed to unbuckle the straps of my mask and winced as he saw what was underneath. My mind went slightly mad not knowing if he was wincing at the injury I had caused myself or the fact that, compared to the rest of the D.O.D, I'm truly the worst looking, beauty-wise, that is.

Hitting my mouth so hard on the canvas of the mat below us, I had managed to hit my mask in a way that the bottom edge, which curved under my chin, cut into my flesh and made me bleed.

I put my hand up to the cut and Piper quickly held my arm by the wrist and shook his head, "Don't you dare."

By the time I received medical aid, which consisted of cleaning the cut and putting a band-aid on it, Piper had given me back my mask and asked if he could work out with me sometime. Knowing that he was currently on a different show, I said sure and we had split ways.

END OF ONE'S BEGINNING IS ANOTHER'S END / JANUARY 3RD

#Lucifarians #wrestling fic

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ricc1 · 5 years ago

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falling for you

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falling for you

peachy! mxmtoon

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Have you ever met someone who at first glance, you weren't attracted to?

Now that's a once in a life time event that happens. Not many people experience that type of event.

But Error did.

It all started when he started to destroy AU's as a living, a forced thankless job, you could say.

He never spent too much time on erasing the alternate universe. Made sure that the deaths were quick and no one was spared alive before he went for the core of the universe and well, erased it.

Until one day(?), he was about to kill the human of a alternate universe when he hears a loud splash behind him.

He quickly turns to look at where the noise but he only sees a splash of ink or possibly paint splattered on the floor.

He tugs on the strings that held the human's soul, mumbling to himself. "What the fuck?"

"Language!"

A loud cheerful voice shouted next to where his ears would be and he turns and saw no one there.

"Not there, glitchy~"

He turns again and sees a skeleton near his height.

The skeleton wore these pants that draped over his legs like a cape - he was barefoot too. - his top attire consisted of a white shirt, another top shirt that was pretty tight around his chest area.

A brown scarf hid his neck. It was very long and had messy doodles and handwriting scribbled all over it. He had this weird belt over his chest with rainbows vials over the belt.

And to top it all, he was leaning on a large paint brush. A cheeky grin painted on his expression as his eyelights switched shapes and color.

The destroyed twitched at the sight, squinting.

"Who the fuck are you?"

The artist looking skeleton grin widens. He straightens his posture, leaning away from the paint brush before twirling said object and pointing it to Error.

"My name is Ink! I'm the protector of the Multiverse!"

Ink introduced himself, his eyes dimming as the grin on his face turns into a cocky smirk.

"And you are?"

Error looked at the skeleton dully, annoyed at the sight of this newcomer. He lifts his hand to pull the strings from the permanent tears on his face, pulling them away as the strings glow cooly. He gives a creepy smile at the artist.

"Nice to meet you, abomination.. #2. I'm Error, and i will destroy every alternate universe in existence and you can't stop me." The black-boned skeleton grinned.

Ink scoffs lightly at the comment.

We'll see about that, Error..

The two then clashed, a battlefield paraded in the universe leaving the poor inhabitants of the AU to watch or to evacuate from the fight. It was absolutely amazing seeing the fight but it had caused a big destruction in the AU, leaving the monsters to be traumatized and shock over the damage. Fortunately, the world was restarted and everything was back to normal.

Ever since the meeting of the two counterparts, they had been fighting each other ever since.

And a certain destroyer is starting to get very, very annoyed about a specific protector who keeps on stopping his business.

Error, as obvious despises Ink. He hates the short, grinning, smiling skeleton so much with a burning passion in his soul. The small skeleton always seems to be there every time he was just one step closer to destroying an alternate universe and it infuriates Error to an end.

The two never gone too far on fighting, they would always leave the battle with scars and bruises but come back again with no sign of them. It was as if they were evenly tied, evenly balanced. Yin and yang, you could say.

But! Despite all of that, the determined little protector wouldn't just give up! He would always fight Error - actually it's more like talking to the destroyer and dodging the strings - or try to be friends with the destroyer.

Friends?! FRIENDS?! What a joke! Error laughed when the protector first said it. He seems to regret it now when he saw the determined expression on Ink's face. It was just a complete joke! A destroyer and a protector? FRIENDS?! Now isn't that the greatest plot twist in a show.

It wouldn't make complete sense for the two to be friends. They're sworn enemies! Rivals, even. And to throw all that away just to be friends?! Yeah, Error didn't liked that and that only fueled his dislike for the artistic skeleton.

Until, he discovered an actual fact about the protector.

The skeleton had no soul.

Yes, you heard that right.

The protector had no soul and was living life through those vials of his - Error always wondered what they were for - and when Error found out about it.

Well like any other monster, he was surprised.

"Wait what?"

The destroyed stared at, well nothing. There was absolutely nothing in the artist's chest who was completely wrapped up and tied up by the blue strings that belonged to the destroyer.

Error blinked and blinked, completely shocked. He was gaping at the sight of well, nothing. There was no soul that should obviously be there floating on the artist's chest. He was completely shocked.

Laughter then shook him from his trance, turning to see the tied up skeleton laughing at the baffled skeleton.

Realizing that he showed on how vulnerable he is, Error shouted curses and threw Ink out of the void, making sure to throw his stupid brush too.

Upon finding out about the discovery, the destroyed couldn't bring himself to destroy any universes - to Ink's delight - i mean why would he?

He just found out that the most loved by all and the one that he hated the most was soulless.

Upon thinking about this, his mouth twitches, breaking into a smile.

And laughed.

He laughed hysterically- no, he laughed like he was a maniac, laughing like he had found a funny joke from the internet. The sound of his glitched laughter bounced off the nonexistent walls of the void as he come to the realization that the beloved protector of the multiverse was,

Soulless, emotionless and possibly even broken.

No wonder the bastard acts like a hyperactive child-man adult most of the time! He has to act that way so no one would know that the one protecting them all was emotionless, soulless.

Error slowly calmed down, letting out a few chuckles here and there before sighing.

He stands from his position and opens a portal to a genocidal timeline of a beautiful universe that he hasn't destroyed: Outertale.

He walks inside the portal, bringing his knitting materials with him before sitting down at the edge of the land.

He looks up at the beautiful stars that scattered the dark blue sky. Planets and possible different more stars shine as he stares at them in awe.

He then works on his knitting, looking up once in a while to stare at the sky once again.

...

"Hey pal! How are you?"

Error screamed - manly - and jumped from his spot. From the shock of the situation, the skeleton glitched and crashed.

Ink let out a hum. It seems that his counterpart is acting like a computer that's restarting. That's hilarious! The protector thought to himself.

He then decides to wait for the glitching skeleton to finish his rebooting. The smaller - to be fair, he's practically a gremlin. - sat down, a safe distance away from the destroyer as he looks up to see the view that was bestowed upon him.

"Wow! It's been a while since I've gone on any outertale universes! They really are pretty." The skeleton stared in awe.

Now that he thinks about it, he wonders on to why the destroyer hasn't destroyed this universe.

Not that he was complaining of course! He's absolutely glad- no, delighted that the destroyer hasn't destroyed any outertale universes!

..Maybe he should ask him?

Maybe.

Not now, though. Error is still re-

A sharp ping came from behind him and the white boned skeleton turned to see the destroyer coming back to his senses

The glitching skeleton seems to be confused, wondering on where he was before the memories suddenly flashed back and he glared at Ink.

"You. What are you doing here?"

"I think the better question is; what are you doing here?"

The glitch seems to stay quiet at the question before scoffing.He grumbles to himself - curses? - before going back to his previous position, sitting down. He pulls the strings from his cheek and captures the materials before he starts to work on a doll.

Ink's eyelights shifts, seemingly confused but doesn't say a word before Error speaks up again.

"Can't a 'bad guy' like me take a few breaks once in a while? Or is that something you think im incapable off? I'm still a lonely skeleton with a soul, after all."

Ink opens his mouth to protest but closes it. He seems to think about destroyer's words and smiles to himself.

Error noticed this change, raising an bonebrow(?) before shifting his position, giving his full attention to the doll he was knitting.

After what seems like hours, Error finished knitting what seems like a puppet - Ink? - and stands up.

The protector who was doodling in his notebook looks up to see the destroyer leave.

He stands up. "Leaving already? Shame! I was enjoying our time together."

The glitched skeleton retorted. "I didnt and it wont happen ever again."

"Pftth, whatever you say, Glitchy."

"You're a glitch too!" The destroyer flipped the protector off - "Rude." - and opens up his portal and leaves.

After a day or two, Error went back to destroying AU's and Ink went back to 'fighting' the skeleton. It seemed normal, they were 'bantering' as Ink likes to call it as always. Calling each other what seems to be 'insulting' nicknames like 'Glitchy' or 'Inkblot' or even 'Rainbow Asshole.'

The last 'insult' seems to have made Ink laugh and got him to stop and puked.

Yes, puked.

Not blood or vomit.

But ink.

Ink, puked ink.

Now, Error learned another new thing about Ink. When he is excited, anxious or whatsoever, he pukes Ink. INK.

It was like, as if the protector was a squid!

...

That seems like a good nickname now that he thinks about it.

The destroyer shakes his head, seemingly disgusted at the sight before opening a portal and walking inside. Error signs were quick to fill his vision but they faded away over a minute. He sighed in relief before his mind flows back to the encounter he had with the protector. Now that he thinks about it.. The laugh of the protector was very.. genuine-sounding?

From what the black-boned skeleton noticed, the laugh of the protector always seemed to be forced-sounding or annoyed - He was not stalking, shut up - and this is really the first time that the white-boned skeleton really laughed with a genuine, pure tone to it.

It warmed the skeleton that he was able to make the soulless skeleton laugh but then he was horrified that how good it felt when the white-boned skeleton laughed because of him. In fact, why is he thinking about how it feels good to make the skeleton laugh?! Wait, why is he even thinking about this?!

Seemingly done with life, the skeleton groaned at this thought process and push it at the back of his mind.

He still has billions more of AU's to destroy, after all.

but when they talk, every word, every smile and every laugh,

Weeks? Months? Years? passed along the multiverse. Error and Ink are still fighting as always but witnesses seem to notice that the atmosphere doesn't seem so tense. It doesn't feel, deadly or dangerous or scary or traumatizing.

It feels more.. casual.

It was like as if the two were just two friends that just fights with each other on a daily basis. In fact, it got to the point where they don't really see the two fight anymore. It's more like, one enters universe, cause mayhem, leave, then the other comes in and help, leave.

It was really new, really weird but the multiverse knew not to really question anything in the multiverse.

...

It all started 5 months ago when the two started to meet up - accidentally - pretty often on the genocidal timeline of Outertale. Error was just there by coincidence and Ink found out about it - somehow - and they just did the same thing that they did before. Sat down next to each other, a safe distance away and just kept quiet.

Until Ink broke the silence, calling the other's name.

"Hey Error?"

The skeleton sighed, seemingly annoyed even though the other skeleton has not even said a single word just yet. "What?"

Ink was silent for a minute before he continues.

"Why do you destroy the alternate universes?"

Error looked at the skeleton, an annoyed expression shaped on his face. He opens his mouth to answer but Ink cuts him off.

"I know that you hate it and all, and that they are abominations, blahblablahbla.

But.

What is the true reason?"

Error blinks at the skeleton before sighing, looking away as he stares at the doll he was making - Ink - and continued on knitting it.

Ink deflated, sad that the other didn't answered his question and just continued on doodling on his notebook.

....

"Balance."

"Huh?"

"Balance. I heard that the multiverse will collapsed if you kept on helping the creators and inspiring them. Too much balance and it might tip the multiverse and destroy itself."

Ink blinks at this new information and covers his mouth. A familiar feeling lunging up before he then stands up and runs off to a dusty bush and.. puke.

The destroyer didn't seemed to mind this time and just continues on knitting.

After that, the protector kept on talking, asking questions like how did Error knew about this, why does Error know about this and he doesn't, which then translates to personal questions and well, it started from there.

Because of that interaction - they left Outertale with warmth in their nonexistent hearts - and the fights were full of bantering, light-hearted jokes. They invented a first come, first serve rule.

Peace has finally, finally ascended in the Multiverse.

The two were at Error's antivoid. Shocking right? Ink bowed to never stepped back in the white void of mess but here he is now. Sitting on a colored bean bag - thank god - and watching the 'screen' in front of him which was displaying Error's favorite 'show'.

What was it again? Oh right! Undernovela! It's a really great 'show!' Although both of them don't really speak spanish so Ink doesn't really understand what they're saying but Error seems to know. He seems to be very satisfied with it.

Ink smiled to himself, dismissing the show so he can look at his counter-part who was watching the show. A chocolate bar fisted in the black-boned skeleton's hands.

Error leaned back on the bean bag, staring at the screen as he takes another bite from the chocolate bar. His face was completely relaxed, rid of any tense muscles at all as he chewed on the bar. His sockets were softened, blinking as he watched the show. He even had a small soft smile on his face. Small, but it's there.

Error's eye lights glances at Ink and the relaxed expression fades away - Ink misses it - and he scowls. Ink looks away, turning his attention to the show, feeling the destroyer's glare at the side of his head before it goes away.

The white-boned skeleton sighs to himself mentally and sneaks a glance at the destroyer once again.

Huh, he never realized on how..

pretty Error could be when he's calm.

An idea popped in his mind and he shifts around, leaning a bit too close to the black-boned skeleton - who seems a bit too quiet - and he turns to the skeleton and laid on the bean bag. He closed his eyes, listening softly to the spanish noises from the show.

Outcodes like him never really have the chance to sleep, or really need to sleep since well, he has no soul. But it's still nice to imagine that he can sleep.

"Hey, squid. Wake up. Show's over."

He opens his eyes and looks up at the skeleton, wearing glasses. He cheekily grins and sits up. "Awhe, already? I missed it!"

"Missed it, my ass. You weren't even watching it at all!"

The white boned skeleton grins which irritated the destroyer.

"Ink..." Ink leaves before the glitch gets too angry, laughing.

Although he has to admit.

He likes it when Error calls him like that.

they become more, beautiful..

Ink was patrolling with Dream and Blue around the universe. It was complete routine for them and, they were completely bored.

All three of them were chaotic by hearts - Dream's more a mild chaotic, although - which causes them to have more adrenaline and be more active and fun. Oh yes, they must always have fun. Sometimes it's nice to be alone but sometimes they just want to kick a tree until they feel satisfied. (They didn't, dont worry.)

So here are the star trio, 'patrolling.' Well, not really. They're just at the doodlesphere, sitting while playing poker while looking at the universes in case there are trouble caused by outcodes which was very unlikely.

Ever since an agreement with the Dark Sanses and the Star Sanses was talked about, the multiverse was balanced at last. Though sometimes, the Dark Sanses come to a very positive AU and try to cause negative feelings for the balance to be even.

The Star Sanses was about to leave for the AU when they forgot that they had an agreement and just stayed in whatever they were doing, leaving it up to the Dark Sanses.

Oh how, the years changed.

As the protector was about to put down his card, bright but cold blue strings wrapped around his body and he was then pulled into a portal, his head planted on Error's beanbag.

He pushed his body up and sits down before he looks around or up. He really wants to avoid looking at the white walls/floors(?) of the antivoid. Strings that held captive of souls glimmered at the ceiling but no Error.

He stands up, about to call for Error before he was then wrapped by strings and was pulled to where the glitchy skeleton is.

Ink smiles. "Glitchy!"

"Inky."

Ink blinks, his eye lights shifting to shapes and colors fast before he gasps. "You called me Inky!"

Error looks away, scoffing but a soft blue blush on his face was clearly seen.

"Yeah? What about it?"

"You've never called me, Inky." Ink was pretty sure that the other skeleton NEVER called him any nicknames regarding his name - besides Inkblot but that was for his phone - and he's absolutely overjoyed that he has a new nickname!

Error softened at the statement before sighing, the strings pulling Ink down and he ascended to the floor. The strings leaves the body and Error turned his back, making his way to the bean bag with a sign that clearly says 'follow me.'

The overjoyed skeleton followed him and sat down at the beanbag when Error allowed him to. A screen opened up showing Undernovela.

Ah, it seems that it's one of Error's moods again. The black-boned skeleton would always steal the white-boned skeleton just to watch Undernovela together. It was their little thing that they do.

Huh. Now that's something Ink could get used to. Their little secret. He smiled to himself but the smile faded away when a box was plopped on his lap. His eye lights glanced at it before noticing that it was a gift.

He turns to Error quickly who was looking away, a hand on his tear-stained cheek before he meets Ink's gaze and huffs, looking away once again.

"Open it."

Ink nods his head rapidly and untie the ribbon before opening the lid of the box. He then close his sockets and grabs the gift.

He feels a soft, plushy texture. A small gift. He open his sockets and he gasps.

It was a doll, no- plushy version of himself. Error had gotten the details just right! Along with the use of colors and materials stitched for the plushy. He has seen Error's dolls versions of him but nothing can match this particular doll.

Is it because he's never seen Error stitched this one? Ink doesn't know but he just smiled, beaming with happiness as he hugs the plushy to his chest. He looks up at Error who was watching him and grinned.

"Thank you, Error! This is so cool! What's the occasion?" The skeleton asked, tilting his head but he was still hugging the plush.

The destroyer huffed, looking at the screen where Undernovela was showing before he answered.

"A little birdie told me that it was your birthday a few days ago. You gave me a gift on my birthday-" which was new clothes since the glitched skeleton was growing a bit taller. "Why not do the same?" He shrugged.

Ink practically melted at the thought that, Error remembered. Error didn't forget!

He remembered that day. Blue planned a birthday party and it was amazing seeing the heartfelt gifts everyone gave him. He was a bit sad when Error didn't came even though he clearly told the glitched skeleton when his birthday was.

He was really glad that Error didn't forget.

"Thank you, Error. Really, thank you." He smiled, closing his sockets up at the person who gifted the plush, hugging it close to him. Swirly rainbow blush fainted his cheeks, along with freckles that were starting to appear. The artist was clearly touched by this and honestly never wanted to forget this memory.

"Heh. You're welcome, Inky." The artist glowed even more at the nickname.

God, he really loved the glitch.

~ = ~

Error has been, well confused about himself lately.

Specifically about his emotions or feelings. How they would act around, a certain protector. Ever since Ink and him proposed the agreement - yes they were the ones who made the agreement - the two were always hanging out, only leaving to maintain the balance of the multiverse - which was a complete success! - and those meetings, started to make Error feel things.

When Ink would come over, the destroyer would be very happy about it. When Ink leaves, he would feel a bit sad before brushing it off and going on to steal another chocolate from one of the Underfell copies.

What? Never said anything about stealing in the agreement.

Brushing that aside, the black-boned skeleton was very much confused about these emotions, wondering where they came from and how? Last he checked, he clearly hated Ink but a sharp pang made him clutch where his soul would be.

Maybe not?

...

Error groaned, shaking his head and then standing up. He opens a bunch of portals, hoping to find the yellow-palette guardian so he can talk to him about it. A few minutes later and he found the person he was looking for and sent his strings to pull him inside the Antivoid.

"Wha- Error?!"

Dream turned as the portal closed. His golden eye lights staring at the glitched skeleton who huffs, using his strings to pull Dream in the air so he can walk closer to him and be at within eye-level with the guardian of positivity.

He squints at the smaller skeleton before letting him go so he can drop to the floor with a oof!

"Error?! What the hell was that for?" Dream asked, rubbing the back of his head before standing up, looking at the person that dragged him here.

Error shoved his hands in his pockets, looking down, choosing to phrase his words before he mutters. "You're good with emotions right?"

The guardian tilts his head, questioning the question but he answers anyways. "Uh yeah, why?"

"Come, sit down. I'll tell you."

The destroyer moves to sit down at the bean bag, reluctantly. He's very possessive of the bag but he'll let some exceptions.

Dream follows his lead and sits down, hesitantly. Looking up at the destroyer to explain on what he means. Error breathed, inhaled and exhaled and turns to look at the smaller skeleton before he then started to explain these feelings he would get with Ink. Describing them by saying that he would be very happy when he's hanging with the protector.

In fact, now that he thinks about it; he enjoys the presence of the supposedly soulless protector who had such a warm atmosphere to him despite being well, emotionless. He enjoys talking with him or bantering him or even just sitting at Outertale with a comfortable silence as the two do their own things.

He mentioned that to Dream who nodded and started to think before a realization popped into the guardian's mind. He meekly looks at Error who raises his eyebrows in response.

"What?"

"Error.. I think I know what you're feeling.."

"Yeah? Well spit it out."

"You might not, uh, like it."

"I don't care. I just want to know what it is."

Dream sighed, his hand on his face before he looks again at the destroyer and mustered the courage to speak.

"Error, i think you're in love with Ink."

Ink was writing on his notebook about plans that can progress his relationship with Error - not that there is anything at the moment, but he's hoping there is - when he then hunches over, clutching his stomach in pain.

What the hell? What the complete fuck is Error doing? The protector thought to himself as he drops his notebook and pen, limping quickly as possible to where Broomy is and swiping the floor so he can go to where Error is.

He falls through the floor, landing delicately on the snow path and started to look for the sounds of destruction. He hears the familiar sounds of gaster blasters being summoned before he swipes the floor once again with Broomy and appears near the destroyer.

As he was about to scold Error, he stops to observe the body language of the black-boned skeleton.

He was clearly angry, that's for sure. He was glitching very badly and he wasn't even seeing straight! His sockets were blinded, clouded by error signs that continued on to appear as the destroyer summons more gasters blasters.

Ink's eye lights shifts, seemingly confused before he then sees Error spots him and just freezes.

He tilts his head as he cautiously walks forward to the destroyer, who flinches at his actions and turns away. The blasters then disappeared quickly along with Error opening a portal and running away.

Did. Did Ink just saw that right?

Did Error just ran away?

From him?

Oh, now this is making him curious and worried for his.. friend? companion? frenemy? He doesn't even care at this point. He runs after the skeleton, yelling to wait for him but the glitch did not stop.

They were at least running in circles at this point or has been seen by multiple characters in the alternate universes. The artist was practically begging for the destroyer to stop. He can see those sweats on that black hard-headed skull.

But Error was just so damn, stubborn. Always running away.

Why?!

Ink, who had enough of this, swiped at the floor and fell in.

Error slowed to a stop and turned before sighing when he thinks that the protector gave up before he looks back and was then hugged and pulled down into a puddle of ink, landing in a warm colored world.

He pushes Ink away, his glitches going frantic as he shouted. "INK?! WARNINGS FOR FUCKS SAKES!"

Once his vision cleared, he looks to glare at the protector before freezing when said protector was staring back at him, a soft glare painted on his face as he sits down and stares at Error.

"Error.."

The glitch turns, looking away, staying quiet.

"Error..."

He looks away even more, if that's even possible.

"Error-"

"WHAT?!"

He finally replied, his expression scrunched as he glares at the protector who tilts his head and simply asks.

"Why did you run away? Why did you destroy the worlds? I thought we had an agreement?"

Error's glare softened, he looks away.

"C'mon, pal. Tell me. What's wrong? Is there a problem? Did the balance tipped to much? I haven't been hearing from the creators yet, so i'm sure-"

"No."

"No?"

Error shakes his head.

"Then.. why?"

Error didn't answered. Ink sighed, tired with this and really wanting answers.

"Error please, just tell me-"

"IT'S BECAUSE OF YOU, YOU STUPID SQUID!"

Ink blinks at the accusation seemingly surprised. He was about to answer when he was then cut off once again as the destroyer stood up, looming over the protector.

"YOU MAKE ME FEEL THINGS! FEELINGS THAT ONLY APPEARS WHEN YOU'RE HERE WITH ME. AND I HATE IT SO MUCH BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNEW WHAT IT WAS. I HAD TO ASK FUCKING DREAM ON WHY AND WHAT DID HE SAID? WHAT DID HE SAID?!"

The white-boned skeleton was about to ask when he was then cut off, again.

"HE TOLD ME THAT I WAS IN LOVE! WITH YOU!"

Something snapped inside of Ink, as he looked up at Error, genuine shock and surprise on his expression as he stares up at the one who is declaring his love for him.

There were at least little spots of tears at the sides of the error's face as he pants, tired from his shouting. The two had a staring competition until the destroyer broke it, looking away as he mumbles, loud enough for Ink to hear.

"And.. i don't know why. Why, i would even catch feelings for you when you'll never love me back."

Ink finally gets the will to stand up, immediately going close to the destroyer as he protested. "That's not true! I care about you a lot and i love spending time with you every time we hang out! While, yes, i may not feel love but that doesn't mean i don't want to love you! I do, i really do! And i wish so much if i could just love you and-"

"Ink."

"W-what?" The white-boned skeleton stopped his nervous yet excited rambling before he was then pulled to the destroyer with a soft clank.

until there was a moment, where you couldn't believe that you didn't think they were?

~ = ~

holy shit.

that was a woozy.

this is, btw; 5000k+ words.

wow.

and this is just one oneshot.

damn.

honestly proud of the 5000k+ words, though there are some parts where i didn’t really nailed their personalities or was able to really capture them but i tried my best! it was fun trying to write their personalities but i unfortunately didn’t give them justice : (

characters doesn’t belong to me, they belong to their respective owners [you know who] i only own the writing!

#errorink #errink #error x ink #error!sans #ink!sans #error #ink #drabble #with 5000k words #jesus.#||#ricciwrites #riccidev

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Stay High | myg

⏤synopsis; You’ve to stay high to keep your ex out off your mind when he comes back into your life.

⏤warnings: drug using, mentions of drugs, strong language, oral sex [female & male receiving], unprotected sex, accidental creampie, degradation kink, choking, penetrative sex, spanking, cum eating, rough sex, switch!yoongi, denied orgasm, multiple orgasms

⏤genre: fluff, angst, smut

words count: 16.5k

A story inspired by song ‘Habits’ by Tove Lo

The loud music blasts in your ears, your ass hurting from the bar stool you’ve been sitting on for twenty minutes already. There are too many people in the house but of course, that’s how Seokjin’s parties are. You’re still wondering how he lets bunch of strangers come in his house, actually — his parents’ house. They’re rummaging through the whole house, some of them making their way upstairs — probably to have sex in one of the bedrooms.

Cloud of smoke comes your way and it doesn’t take too long for you to smell it. It’s not a simple cigarette attacking your nose. It’s weed.

“You want some?” Hoseok asks you as he holds it for you. You eye his hands for a few seconds before shaking your hand. “You’re no fun.” he pouts before cheeky grin appears on his lips. You don’t need any sharp lighting to see his reddened eyes revealing he’s definitely high.

“I’ll pass, thanks.” you mumble as he drags from his marijuana cigarette, pleasing smile playing on his lips.

“Where is the old Y/N? You know, the one who wouldn’t miss an opportunity to smoke some weed?” he asks with his cheeky grin causing you to annoyingly roll your eyes. He knows the reason why you stopped, at least you think so.

“She’s gone. I don’t need to smoke weed to have fun. You should try it.” you raise your brow as he shoots you a glare before playfully smirking at you.

“Well, if you change your mind I’ll be somewhere here.” he motions around himself before walking away from you. What a great friend. You think as you watch him disappear in the crowd. You eye the drink in your hand — Aperol Spritz before gulping the rest of it. You stopped smoking weed for one reason. For him. For Min Yoongi.

His hands rummages on your ass squeezing it tightly as you’re leaving opened kisses on his neck. He pulls away slightly, just to take a puff from his joint. He lazily smirks at you, his eyes slightly hooded and red. He’s high. You bite your lower lip, leaning your face to his as he puffs the smoke into your mouth.

“Do you want some?” he rasps out handing his joint to you. You nod, leaning your head towards his hand taking a puff of it without touching it with your hands. He smirks down at you before kissing you roughly.

“Come on, guys. Get a room.” Jin exclaims as he sees you kissing each other for the past two hours. But he knows it’s just the matter of time when you both cheekily disappear into one of the rooms. You don’t pull away but you feel Yoongi stretching his hand, probably flipping him off with his middle finger.

“I love you.” Yoongi murmurs against your lips causing a big smile appear on your lips. Your eyes are already hooded wanting nothing more than to sleep, your head spinning a little bit causing you to lazily look up at your boyfriend.

“Aren’t you saying it just because you’re high?” you ask him with a grin, even though your heart is beating fast against your chest.

“No.” he answers seriously, his dark eyes looking at you with honesty.

“I love you too.” you tell him quietly causing him to smirk before kissing you once more. He’s your drug. You don’t even need weed to feel high — because he makes you feel high. But you still reach for the joint in his hand taking a long puff from it. Because his smirk on his pouty lips is praising you and that’s all you need.

You gulp at the memory, the familiar red couch only a few meters away from you. The couch you once were making out in front of everyone. You were one of those couples who were all over each other, not caring about anyone else in the room. Now you feel annoyed by those couples. You feel disgusted. Probably more with yourself than with them. The smell mixed with alcohol, cigarettes and weed causes you to scrunch your nose in disgust. It makes you disgusted but it’s all very familiar to you.

“Hey, how is it going?” you almost jump at the deep and loud voice causing you to scowl at Taehyung. He stands right next to you searching your face.

“Good?” you ask with a chuckle shaking your head at your friend.

“Really?” he asks with serious tone and your grin falls down.

Taehyung and serious — those two words don’t get along.

You cock your head to the side looking at him questionably. His eyes flicker to your face, waiting and searching for something. His breathing is heavy like he was hurrying to get to you and his whole posture seems stiffened. Almost like he’s scared and nervous. Something between.

“Is everything okay?” you ask slowly, starting to feel a pinch of worry.

He bites his lip, looking into the crowd behind him before looking back at you. “No, I need to tell you something.” he speaks hesitating a little bit before you straighten your posture.

“I’m all ears.” you tell him waiting for the bomb he’s about to throw at you.

“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid.” he speaks before looking behind him, almost like searching for something. Or someone.

You furrow your brows, the patience slowly running away as annoyance fills your face. “What? Why? Just tell me.” you urge him.

“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid,” he says once again, but this time with low and completely serious voice. You gulp at the sight of him being so serious, something Taehyung almost never is. “Please.” he adds hurrying you.

“Yeah, okay. I promise.” you roll your eyes as he stares at you for a moment. He’s hesitating. You’re about to snap at him to open his fucking mouth and finally tell you what’s been causing him to act like this, but he beats you to it.

“Yoongi’s here.”

And that’s when you stop breathing without realizing it. Your heart beats fast against your chest causing you to open your mouth but you close it right away. Taehyung looks at you with a worry in his eyes, already regretting telling you. But you had to know. It’d be even worse if you’d see him without knowing he’s under the same roof as you.

“W—what?” you stutter, already hating how weak you sound.

“I just saw him coming here. I didn’t know he was invited.” he admits, worry still clear on his face. “What is he doing here?” you ask quietly thinking Taehyung won’t hear you through the loud music and chatter between the people, but he does.

You know he does when he shrugs his shoulder, caring hand on your shoulder as he makes you to look at him.

“Do you wanna leave?” he asks. Do you want to leave? Yes. Anything just not to see his face to remind you of that awful heartbreak he caused. Anything not to feel the wounds you worked so hard to heal.

“Yeah.” you nod, sounding weak and you hate there’s someone who’s witnessing it. Even though Taehyung is pretty much close to you.

“Let’s go.” he says waiting for you to stand up which you gladly do.

You pull the hem of your dress down, hating the way how weak and vulnerable you suddenly feel. Even the two fucking drinks you just had doesn’t help you. You’re too sober for this. And you hate the idea of you getting wasted. You promised you’d stop with that kind of lifestyle. But you want nothing more than to find some relief, even though it’s not the smartest and healthiest idea. Taehyung takes your hand leading you through the crowd. You’re watching his black boots, not wanting to look up just in case you’ll see him. You’re too scared. Too scared that the whole ‘I’m over him’ will be gone. And maybe it is. The way you’re reacting makes you sick. You thought you’re okay. Apparently not.

“Taehyung?”

The voice. It sounds too familiar but you haven’t heard it for a year. It’s too long since you’ve heard it. Your head snaps up before you’re realizing what you’re doing. Taehyung stops in his tracks completely frozen, squeezing your hand tightly and you squeeze it back. And that’s when you see him. His sharp eyes looking at Taehyung with smile on his small lips. His face looks puffier, much healthier than the last time you saw him. He gained some weight, glowing even in this shitty lighting. But that’s not everything that’s different on him. You notice it right away. His dark hair is long gone and instead of his typical black hair, the grey color is decorating his hair. “Hey, man.” Taehyung speaks with awkward chuckle. And that’s when Yoongi’s eyes adverts to you. To the person who is almost hiding against Taehyung’s long and big figure, but his sharp eyes finds you anyway. “Y/N?” He asks, realization hitting him as he smiles at you. Did he just smile at you? Did he have such an audacity to smile at you? “Hey.” You smile, which doesn’t reach your eyes. You uncomfortable shift behind Taehyung wanting nothing more than to disappear but the damage has been already done.

“Yoongi?” It’s not your voice who is being heard by the three of you. That’s when you see petite female standing behind Yoongi, looking at him with a sparkle in her eyes. The same way you used to look at him. And that’s when you notice it. His fingers intertwined with hers as he looks down at her with soft smile. You feel a huge pang in your chest as you try to swallow whatever that has been creating in your throat. “Here are my friends!” Hoseok comes to the rescue with his awfully loud voice as he’s already hugging Yoongi. He pulls away with a huge grin on his face, check Yoongi in and out. His eyes soon adverts to you and Taehyung causing him to clap happily. He’s so high. “Our old friends reunion! So fucking cool!” He shouts chasing you to awkwardly cough squeezing Taehyung’s hand. He looks over his shoulder at you giving you an apologetic look.

“Seokjin and the rest of the guys are right over there, let’s go!” He says already pushing Yoongi and the girl towards one direction. “We actually—“

“You’re not leaving, are you?” Hoseok turns around abruptly causing Yoongi to turn around and look at you. You ignore his eyes, eyes focused on Hoseok. Taehyung opens his mouth but you beat him to it before he can say one single word. “Of course not.” You chuckle, sounding too fake but hopefully the rap music somehow blurs it out. “Y/N—“ Taehyung speaks caughing your wrist before you can follow Hoseok. “It’s fine, Tae.” You cut him off already knowing what he’s about to say. He’d try to persuade you to go come. He sees the way you’re reacting. He knows this will lead to nothing good.

“I don’t thin—“ “I’m fine.” You speak sternly before giving him reassuring smile. He doesn’t seem convicted but he nods knowing there’s nothing he can do. You’re fucking stubborn. You both come to the living room, more specific one of your most famous meet up place. A large red couch with matching chairs at Jin’s parents’ house.

“I’m going to get us some drinks! Wait up for me!” Hoseok says excitedly even before all of you can sit down. Taehyung sits down leaving some space for you to sit — but you don’t. You stand there biting your lip as he tugs the hem of your dress to catch your attention.

“Aren’t you going to sit down?” He asks quietly looking at you with his doe eyes. “I’ll be right back.” You tell him with reassuring smile leaving without waiting for any kind of response. But you probably know what expression he has right now — a worried one. You follow Hoseok to the kitchen as he’s opening a bottle of vodka.

“Hoseok?” You call up to him causing him to turn around. He gives you a questioning look before you shift on your feet. “Do you still have some?” You ask causing him to grin at you.

“I thought you’d never ask.” He speaks with grin on his heart shaped lips already pulling it from his pocket.

And that’s the first mistake you make after a few months of being clean.

“So how have you been, Yoongs? We haven’t seen you for months!” Jin asks excitedly already gulping his shot of vodka. You’re ignoring Taehyung’s stares as you walk to the living room with Hoseok. He’s suspicious about something but you only smile at him. Joint safely hidden in your small bag.”I’ve been... great.” He answers with smile. You know he does when you hear him. You don’t even have to look at him. You’re avoiding his face just like you do with Taehyung’s stares simply acting like nothing happened.

“We can see that. You’ve brought a girl with you,” Hoseok speaks with smirk causing your eyes to unwillingly look at Yoongi. He smiles at the girl who’s sitting next to him, clinging to his side almost like in fear from all of you. You want to scoff but you stop yourself. “I’m Hoseok, nice to meet you.” He tells already stretching his hand to her. She accepts it with polite smile.

“I’m Yuna.” She speaks for the first time, with a soft and polite voice. The way she sits, looking around like she hasn’t been on parties makes you want to scoff. What is she even doing here? She doesn’t fit here.

“So, are you guys like a thing?” This time, Jimin asks wiggling his eyebrows at Yoongi. He chuckles before kissing Yuna into her dark hair. You look away, reaching for your drink on the coffee table. “Yeah, we’ve been dating for almost a year.” He answers almost proudly. A year? He left a year ago which means he found her pretty quickly.

“Cool,” Hoseok beams already reaching for something in his pocket — and you know exactly what that is. “Who wants some?” He asks pulling out the weed. He hands it to Yoongi but he only shakes his head.

“Sorry, I stopped.” He answers politely declining leaving all of you dumbfounded. Where the fuck is Min Yoongi? Because this is certainly not him. “Your loss,” Hoseok mutters before looking at the rest of you. “Who wants some?” He asks once again with his famous smirk.

“Me.” You call out to Hoseok causing him to grin happily, but leaving everyone staring at you. “Y/N...” Taehyung trails off as he’s trying to stop you from reaching to Hoseok but you only shoot him a glare.

“I’m fine.” You mutter before taking already lightened joint from Hoseok. You take a puff, your head slightly spinning from the long puff you took but you suppress it. Jimin and Jin are already taking joints from Hoseok leaving only Taehyung, Yoongi and Yuna without it. You don’t listen to their conversation, trying to fade their voices with the little helper in your hand. Taehyung gives you a worried look every now and then, probably not listening to their conversation either. Hoseok is going to the kitchen refill his drink and that’s when you decide to follow him. He doesn’t notice you slowly trailing behind him.

“Who invited him?” You ask almost too bitterly, the venom in your voice can be heard. Although, Hoseok doesn’t seem too surprised by your sudden outburst. He turns around biting the inside of his cheek. He knows who you’re talking about. “I did.” He answers casually and you open your mouth — feeling some kind of weird betrayal. Of course, Hoseok and Yoongi have been always best friends. But ever since Yoongi left, no one heard about him. Including Hoseok, maybe he lied all this time when he said he has no idea where he went. But if he was saying the truth, why the hell would he invite him all of a sudden?

“W—why?” You ask weakly and most importantly absolutely confused by his honest answer. “He’s my best friend, Y/N. I thought you both are over it.” He speaks casually like you’re talking about the weather or some kind of stupid shit. ‘Over it’? Did he just described your two years old relationship just like that? Hoseok is an idiot, you’ve been knowing that ever since you met him, but you feel hurt by him.

“We are.” You tell him confidently, however you don’t believe your own words that much. You thought you’re over him, that’s why you’ve changed. But seeing him for the first time after a year already made you to do bad decisions. For example — smoking weed as soon as you saw him. “Then why is it such a big deal I invited him?” You don’t know if he’s that high or such an asshole to not notice the hurt in your eyes. He stares at you deadly causing you to gulp under his intense stare.

“It’s not a big deal.” You shrug making him grin. “Fine, let’s have fun then.” He says excitedly, this time bringing the whole vodka bottle with him. You sigh slowly following him to the living room. Taehyung’s eyes finds you as soon as you’re a few meters away from him. You sit down with biting the inside of your cheek causing him to put his hand on your shoulder in caring manner.

“Do you want to leave?” He asks you quietly so you’re the only one who hears him. You glance toward the group of your so called ‘friends’. Yuna is the biggest spotlight at the moment talking about her job, which you’re not sure what it is because you don’t care. Everyone listens to her like she’s some god and it annoys you. But it annoys you even more when Yoongi is proudly smiling down at her. You’re still overwhelmed from the way he looks. He looks healthy. He looks happy. “No, I’m fine.” You smile at him but it doesn’t convince him because he doesn’t believe you. He sees the way your eyes are sad despite your lips being stretched into an uptight smile. He only sighs, stretching for his untouched shot Hoseok poured him like an hour ago. He stares at it for a moment before gulping it all down. You listen to one of Hoseok’s horrendous stories while he was absolutely high, but then again — when isn’t he? You’re too caught up in his shitty story to notice Yoongi and Yuna talking. Even if you did, you still couldn’t hear them because they’re on the opposite side of you.

“I can’t believe those are your friends.” She admits quietly playing with his long fingers. She doesn’t mean to sound bitchy or rude but she honestly doesn’t understand it. She glance at Hoseok’s red eyes, the weed practically reeking from him. “I told you about them.” Yoongi tells her glancing at his best friend laughing loudly. He told Yuna everything — about his friends, his previous lifestyle and you. He slowly prepared her for what she would probably see when Hoseok called him to invite him to one of Seokjin’s parties. Of course he wanted to bring Yuna but not in this kind of environment. Not when she’s too innocent for this. This is not a place for her.

“I know, but they’re all wasted and high.” She comments seeing Jimin laughing so hard that he falls from the couch. The rest of the group gives him a weird looks except you. The small amused smile is playing on your lips causing her to quickly look away. “I used to be like them, you know.” Yoongi mumbles remembering all the parties he was high — actually, mostly not remembering them. He and Hoseok used to get high all the time and one of the things he regrets the most to this day is, that he got you involved in it. You were pure, in your own weird way and you’d never even smoke a simple cigarette. But he damaged you. The way you smoked weed like a true professional makes him sick. This is what he has done to you, although it was your decision to make.

“I know,” She mumbles back, not continuing with the conversation. She leans her head against his shoulder, her eyes finding your face. You laugh at something Hoseok says but with rolling your eyes at him. You’re not high as Hoseok, but she knows you’re when she sees your lazy grin. Your whole body sways to the side ever once in a while. “Did you talk to her?” She asks directly to Yoongi not leaving her eyes from you. He follows the direction her eyes are looking at, seeing you. Taehyung covers your frame with his denim jacket and you gratefully thank him when you start to feel cold for some reason. It’s probably the weed.

“No. I don’t think I should.” He tells her chasing her you furrow her brows. “Why? You haven’t talk to her in a year.” Yoongi gives her a look of confusion, not understanding why his girlfriend wants him to talk to his ex.

“I hurt her. We both hurt each other and I think it’d be for the best if we never talked about us.” He answers lowly, careful with his own words. “Maybe you both will find some closure. You have me and she probably has someone else.” She shrugs head motioning towards Taehyung sitting next to you. He pulls you closer as you tell him you’re still cold. Yoongi only shrugs in response, not really in the mood of talking about you.

You haven’t seen Yoongi for two weeks hoping he left and you never have to see him ever again. But of course, you see the mop of gray hair and his goddamn gummy smile. He’s laughing at something Hoseok tells him. Of course, he’s here. “Do you wanna leave?” Taehyung asks you when he sees you looking away from your ex.

“We’re already here.” You mumble causing him to shrug. “We can still turn around and leave.” He jokes but the way he stares at you lets you know he’s serious. Sighing you shake your head.

“No, it’s fine.” You say going to a different direction that Yoongi is. Taehyung only sighs behind you but follows you nevertheless. Thankfully, he never talked about that night you smoked some weed. He never brought it up. It’s not like you’ve to explain yourself to him but still — he’s your friend. A very good one who’s been there for you ever since Yoongi left.

“Fuck,” You both exclaim out of breath, when you cuddle to Yoongi’s naked chest. Your thighs are covered in his cum but you don’t care, wanting to feel him close. “That was fucking amazing.” Yoongi adds, chest heaving from the rough sex you just had. He reaches to his night stand pulling out joint, lighting it up. He takes a puff, a pleasurable sigh leaving his mouth. The scent of weed fills his room and you look up at him. “Do you want some?” He asks feeling his body relaxing even more. You bite your lip deciding if you want it or not, but your hand automatically reaches for it taking a puff from it just like Yoongi did just seconds ago.

“You don’t have to smoke, you know.” He tells you causing you to furrow your brows. Yoongi would never even notice you if you didn’t come to the party he was at. You remember how he and his friends were slouched on the big sofa asking you if you want some. You’d always say no, but you just had nasty breakup with your ex so you said yes. You thought you’d get some revenge on him which was completely stupid and naive. That night Yoongi gave you his attention. His full attention as you both got high. You got high for the first time. You knew how bad that is for you, you still know it but you did it anyway. “Yeah, I know.” You mumble taking a puff from his joint. You kiss him for the last time before you stand up ready to clean his mess he made on your skin.

“I’m surprised he’s even here.” You speak as you sit down on the kitchen counter while Taehyung leans against it standing right next to you. “Of course, he’s here. It’s Hoseok’s birthday party.” Taehyung replies with ‘duh’ tone in his voice.

“Well, he missed his previous birthday. I thought he’d miss this one as well.” You shrug feeling uncomfortable knot in your stomach just from thinking and talking about Yoongi. “Yeah, but he’s back.” He shrugs casually and your head snaps to his direction.

“What do you mean he’s back? Didn’t he just come for a visit?” You ask with louder voice as Taehyung gives you a sorry look. “I heard he’s back. He moved back to Daegu.” He answers carefully watching your face and waiting for some reaction. Your whole body goes stiff as you slightly open your mouth in shock. He never planned on coming back. At least that’s what he told you.

“Y/N?” You hear very familiar voice but it somehow sounds unfamiliar. Your head snaps to Yoongi who stands in the kitchen doorway looking at the both of you. “Hey, Taehyung.” He greets Taehyung who only waves at him awkwardly. “Can I talk to you?” Your eyes almost budges out of its sockets when you realize he’s speaking to you. Not even once he glances from your face, his sharp eyes silently watching you. He has a oversized black hoodie matching with his black jeans and boots — the only person who can pull all—black outfit so good.

He patiently waits for your answer and you gulp staring at him not able to answer. Taehyung awkwardly coughs standing up straight. “I’ll give you some privacy.” He tells to the both of you, but only looks at you as waiting for your permission. You give him a slight nod, feeling the huge lump in your throat. Taehyung walks out of the kitchen leaving the two of you alone. The air is thick with awkwardness and tension as he slowly walks closer to you. Your hands clasps around the edges of kitchen counter, holding it tightly for support.

“How have you been?” He asks casually making you let out a loud scoff. You bitterly laugh at him not even looking at his face. “That’s what you wanted to talk about? How have I been? Since when do you care?” You’re not controlling your mouth and neither you want to. This is what he deserves. Coming here after a year since he left you heartbroken just like that and talking to you so casually. Who does he think he is?

“Let’s not fight, okay?” He pleads and you scoff once again. He’s unbelievable. “I’m not fighting with you... yet.” You mutter under your breath already feeling annoyed and angry by his presence.

“I’m trying to have a civil conversation with you.” He speaks once again and you want to laugh in his face. And you do — but it’s completely ironic. He can see the anger and hurt in your eyes. You’re cold to him, but what did he expect? “You should’ve thought about it when you left like a fucking coward.” You tell him quickly shutting your mouth when you feel your throat tightening.

“I’m sorry. I hoped I’d at least get to talk to you. I don’t expect for you to like me, but let’s not be like a complete strangers.” He says causing you to look up at him. His voice is filled with worry but he stares into your eyes nevertheless. He wants your forgiveness. “So you’d feel at least some kind of peace for leaving me? Fuck you, Yoongi.” You spit at him hopping off the counter causing him to arch his eyebrows sadly.

“Y/N—“

“No, Yoongi. You can’t just walk in here with your perfect girlfriend after leaving me of two years of relationship. I thought I mean something to you, all those ‘I love you’ were all lies.”

“I loved you.” He speaks and your heart cracks once again. I loved you. The past tense makes your broken wounds slowly open. “Go away.” You tell him quietly, your voice not loud. You’re holding yourself from your voice cracking.

“No.” He tells you stubbornly and you roll your eyes. “Go to your girlfriend, I’m sure she’s waiting for you.” You tell him bitterly. It’s childish, you know. But you can’t help yourself. For all those months you were suffering from his leaving, he already found a new girlfriend right after he broke up with you.

“She’s not here. And why are you getting all snappy? Aren’t you with Taehyung?” He asks with raised brows causing you to scoff. You’re ready to tell him there’s nothing going on between you and Taehyung, but you stop yourself. It’s none of his business, you don’t own him any explanation. So you only purse your lips looking away from him. “I’m done talking to you.” You tell him before quickly walking out of the kitchen. And he doesn’t stop you. Fucking Min Yoongi.

After all of you sings ‘happy birthday’ to Hoseok, he immediately goes to pop up a champagne to celebration. You ignore Yoongi’s presence in the same room as you are and quickly frankly, he doesn’t even spare you a glance. “So how do you feel?” Jimin asks you as the both of you watch Hoseok’s dance moves in the middle of Jin’s living room. That idiot can dance perfectly even though he’s high and wasted. “About what?” You ask, chuckling when you see Jin trying to imitate Hoseok’s moves but it looks way worse.

“About Yoongi coming back.” He answers giving you a side glance. Your clench your jaw before shrugging your shoulder. “I don’t care,” You tell him confidently but he raises his brows. “What?” You snap at him.

“Nothing. You just haven’t touched weed for months and suddenly when he’s back you’re getting high.” Fuck Jimin and his straightforward mouth. You extinguish the last bit of your weed pot, the weed making you feel lighter and more careless. “It has nothing to do with him. Fuck him for not contacting anyone and coming back like nothing happened.” You tell him, suddenly wave of anger washing over you.

“Not contacting anyone?” He seems genuinely caught off guard from your little statement. His brows raised high while he looks at you in shock. “Y/N, he’s been in contact with Hoseok ever since he left.” He tells you and your head snaps to him. Did you hear him clearly?

“What?” You gasp out, your brows furrowed once again. “B—but Hoseok told me...” You don’t even finish your sentence gulping the lump in your throat. Why did he lie? You’re standing up causing Jimin’s eyes to widen.

“Y/N—“ He tries to stop you but before he even can, you’re storming to dancing Hoseok. He smiles widely but stops when he spots you looking absolutely angry. You don’t see Yoongi nowhere in sight but it’s not like you care. You hope he left. “Why do you seem so angry?” He squeaks when you send daggers in his direction.

“You’ve been in contact with him all this time?” You ask through your gritted teeth wanting nothing more than to choke him. A rush of realization hits Hoseok face knowing who you’re talking about. Who else would you be talking about, right? Nobody was ever so close to you as Yoongi. Not even Taehyung. “I didn’t want to hurt you.” He tells you and you scoff.

“I asked you,” You start, gulping whatever what was creating in your throat. “I asked you if he contacted you and you said no. I kept asking about him like some phatetic bitch and you said he never contacted you.” Your voice is shaking and you hate it. You don’t know whether it’s your natural reaction or the weed and alcohol in your system.

“Y/N... you need to understand. I had to lie to you to protect you.” He starts, his voice and expression too serious. Hoseok is never this serious. He’s always all fun and high, but this time it’s like another person is standing in front of you. It’s like you don’t know anyone anymore. “To protect me? You didn’t protect me, you hurt me.” You tell him wiping that one awful tear that spilled out of your eye.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I knew you’re still in love with him and I saw you in your worst state. Telling you the truth would hurt you even more.” He tries to explain to you but you only shake your head in disagreement. “My worse state? I was in that state because of him!” You say louder feeling your head throb.

“You were getting high every single fucking day! You didn’t know about yourself, you were a fucking mess!” He screams in your face, silencing you right away. You know he’s telling the truth. You know it. But despise that you still shake your head biting into your lip harshly. “I—I have to go.” You mumble under your breath turning around. But you’re met with Yoongi’s eyes as he stares at you apologetically.

“Y/N...” Your name coming from your lips causes you to feel even more anger and hurt. You shut your eyes from the painful feeling wiping your eyes not caring about your makeup. “I need to go.” You tell to anyone at this point, quickly walking away. But Yoongi catches your forearm stopping you. It’s like his touch is burning you causing you to flinch away but he holds you in your place. “Let me go.” You tell him sternly and he has that audacity to shake his head in a silent ��no’.

“You can’t go alone like this. Something will happen to you.” He speaks to you softly not letting you go. “I’ll take her.” Taehyung appears next to you, gaining everyone’s attention. Yoongi slowly lets go of you and you quickly run to Taehyung’s arms. He hugs you to his chest glaring at Hoseok and Yoongi.

“Take me home, Tae.” You plead him and just like that he’s turning you around, taking you out of that goddamn house.

You feel like a fucking mess and you’re absolutely sure you even look like it. But you still went to the coffee shop near your apartment building. You’re putting the cover over your paper cup after adding some extra sugar when you hear someone’s voice hesitantly. You turn around and your mouth almost drops open when you see Yuna standing a few meters away from you. “Y/N, right?” She asks slowly walking to you. She wears a nice flower dress complete opposite to your horrendous outfit — black leggings and oversized T-shirt you found in your closet. Her hair is nicely done in beach waves while you have an ordinary ponytail. She glows while having her make up nicely down. And you? You’ve bags under your eyes from the countless sleepless nights.

“Yeah.” You nod sipping from your hot coffee. “I don’t know if you remember me. I’m Yuna. We met at Jin’s party?” She asks politely and you want to scratch out her eyes for some reason. She hasn’t done anything to you, she’s sweet and polite but you can’t help it. Of course you fucking remember her. Everyone talked about Yoongi’s new girlfriend that night.

“I remember you.” You want to roll your eyes but you don’t, having at least some decency left in you. “I wanted to talk to you. Well, because I,” She stops looking somehow nervous. You raise your brow at her impatiently cocking your head to the side. “I know you and Yoongi used to date.” She tells you carefully waiting for your reaction.

“Oh.” You slightly open your mouth but quickly close it. What are you suppose to tell her? But it somehow surprises you. You thought you’re Yoongi’s dirty little secret. But it seems like their relationship is very important to him since he even mentioned you to her. “I actually told him to talk to you.”

You feel sudden rush of anger attacking your whole body after her words. So he talked to you because she wanted him to? Fucking asshole! “Yeah, he did.” You say through your gritted teeth remembering his fucking annoying face with fake worry.

“I know, he told me.” She beams and you roll your eyes. “Of course he did.” She furrows her brows at you for a moment but quickly smiles politely.

“How did it go?” She asks, her tone sounds like you’ve been friends this whole time and it somehow annoys you even more. “I told him to fuck himself,” You tell her honestly and she gasps out. This time you’re the one who smiles at her. “I gotta go.” You don’t even know why you’ve told her that, you should’ve just walked away. You leave her there standing dumbfounded and for some sick reason, you feel somehow pleased with yourself.

Yuna puts her almost finished coffee on the kitchen counter in Yoongi’s kitchen. “You’re already here?” Yoongi smiles as he walks in to the kitchen seeing his girlfriend. He kisses her cheek before drinking the rest of her coffee. He scrunches his nose when he can’t taste any sugar but he gulps it all down anyway. “Yeah, I met Y/N today.” She tells him causing him to freeze for a second. Yoongi quickly composes himself putting the empty cup in the trash.

He comes behind Yuna, wrapping his hand over her petite body inhaling her scent. He kisses her neck not saying anything. “I talked to her.” She tells him causing him to sigh.

“I told you to not to talk to her, babe.” He tells her making her sigh as well. “Didn’t she scratch your eyes out?” He asks turning her around looking for some injures.

“Yoongi, stop it.” She slaps his hand scowling at him. “I think you should somehow work it out. You both have mutuals friends so you’ll get to see each other more often. I’d be very happy if there wouldn’t be no hate between all of us.”

“You want me to talk to my ex?” He asks raising his brow at her. She nods making him give her a weird look. What girlfriend wants her boyfriend to talk to his ex? “Besides, I already talked to her. I told you about it. She was pretty pissed off.”

“You broke her heart, what do you expect?” Yuna asks him causing Yoongi to glare at her. He told her everything about your breakup. He knows he’s the one who hurt you the most, who left you just like that. “Are you taking her side?” He asks genuinely confused by her.

“No!” She exclaims cupping Yoongi’s face. “I think both of you should move on.” She states casually.

”I moved on. I got you,” He shrugs caressing her cheek before kissing her caramel skin. “Besides, I think she’s dating Taehyung.” His voice muffled by her skin.

“Is she really?” She asks curiously and Yoongi shrugs. “They seemed pretty close and she didn’t deny it when I brought it up.” He explains causing her to pull away.

“Why did you ask her about that?” So now she’s going to be jealous. Yoongi thinks as he wants to roll his eyes but he stops himself. “She said something about you. It doesn’t matter. Fuck her.” He tells her before kissing her on her lips this time, shutting her up.

“Y/N, what a pleasure.” Jaeho greets you as soon as he spots you in the crowd. It’s been a few days since you’ve talked with Yoongi and you still can’t get him out off your mind. And what is a better way to forget him than getting a little helper in that forgetting. “Enough with that enthusiasm. Do you have it?” You ask him impatiently looking around the crowd. There are barely any girls and whole place is filled with smoke making it hard to see properly.

“So impatient,” He comments causing you shoot him a glare and he only chuckles in response. “I have these.” He mutters pulling couple of syringes. You’re sure there’s heroin or something different in it. Your eyes widen in shock. “Fuck no.” You decline immediately and he rolls his eyes.

“You’re no fun,” He says unimpressed with you. “Here you go.” This time he hands you what you came for. Weed. It’s in plastic bag and you quickly snatch it hiding it in your leather jacket.

“How much?” You ask already ready to pull out your wallet but he only chuckles shaking his head. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, smirking at you. “Take it as a friend helping friend.” He tells you causing you to pull away with disgusted face. You’re nowhere near friends.

“Come on, that’s not nice,” He fakely pouts and you want to gag but you stop yourself. “I was quite surprised when you texted me. I thought you stopped smoking weed.” Of course, he heard it. Everyone knows how Yoongi left and probably everyone knows how messed up you were after that breakup. You’d be on Jaeho doorstep almost every week buying some weed from him. He used to be Yoongi’s number one dealer. Yoongi was the one who introduced you to him.

“I did.” You nod not wanting to get deeper into that conversation. He can sense it, so he doesn’t push it simply giving you one of his grins. “Well, why don’t you stay for awhile?” He asks brushing his fingers on your black leather jacket. Your eyes follow his fingers, already glaring at him for even touching you. He laughs pulling his hand away. He’s teasing you.

“No, thanks.” You shake your head but that doesn’t seem enough for him. “Oh, come on. There is a free weed and alcohol. You don’t have to stay for long, just have a drink and smoke with me, yeah?” You roll your eyes but he sees the way you look at him. He excitedly grins when he knows he won this time. He’s already lightening up his joint smirking at you.

“Let’s have fun.” That’s the last thing you pay attention to before letting the weed overtake you.

“Fuck, I want you.” Yoongi says unbuckling his belt quickly, looking down at Yuna. She stares at him through her thick lashes spreading her legs even wider. He looks up at her entrance causing him to lick his lips. He’s taking off his jeans and boxer briefs at the same time, not feeling patient this time. He’s stroking himself when he hears the phone ringing. Annoyance flashes through his face but he ignores it as it ends soon. “Why didn’t you answer?” Yuna asks, not really wanting him to answer. She takes her flower dress off throwing it on Yoongi’s bedroom floor leaving her completely naked. Her caramel skin glows as he leans down to kiss her. As he’s kissing her, he slowly strokes his cock ready to enter her when his phone goes off once again.

“Fuck.” He groans, ignoring it stroking himself. It stops and Yoongi sighs in delight ready to finally enter her. But once again — his phone ringing is so loud it causes Yoongi to loudly groan. He stands up snatching his phone from his night stand. He doesn’t look at the caller, accepting the call right away. “What?” He snaps into the phone, not regretting it one bit.

“Really nice welcoming tone, my old friend.” Jaeho’s voice booms through the speaker causing Yoongi to look at his phone screen. He deleted his phone number long time ago but he could never mistake his voice. He knows it too well. “Why are you calling me?” Yoongi asks confusingly, still kind of annoyed he interrupted him. He looks at Yuna who patiently lays on his bed with spreaded legs and glistening slit.

“Geez, thanks,” Jaeho mutters ironically. “Your little baby is here. I mean, not your anymore but...” He trails off causing Yoongi to furrow his brows. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Yoongi exclaims with ‘what the fuck’ face even though Jaeho can’t see him.

“Y/N is here.” He tells him and Yoongi inhales at the sound of your name. “Where?”

“At my place.” And for some reason, Yoongi’s heart beat fastens up. He never let you hangout in Jaeho’s place even though Yoongi himself was there couple of times. His parties was nothing more than filled with drug dealers on completely another level. Those people weren’t smoking just weed. Heroin, cocain, morphine... everything you could possible name. Those people are beasts, drugs being their whole life using women to their own benefit. “What the fuck is she doing there?” Yoongi asks immediately turning around to Yuna with his back. He bites into his lip anxiously. Different scenarios playing in his head making his stomach uncomfortably turn.

“Calm down, Romeo. She only came for some weed but than I invited her to have some drink and weed. We didn’t stop after that, she’s wild, man.” Yoongi clenches his jaw at Jaeho’s words. He knows he wouldn’t purposely harm you, but that doesn’t calm him down. “Is she okay?” He asks not sure what is he suppose to do. He can’t just leave and go to you when his own girlfriend is waiting right next to him. He still stands star naked with his naked ass turned to Yuna.

“That’s why I’m calling you. I think she has enough but she still begs for more. There are a lot of men who already has their eyes set on her and I’m kind of worried. You know I can’t do much. And her phone is locked so I didn’t know who to call. And I heard you’re back, so I called you.” He explains. Yoongi sighs, fingers frustratedly in his hair as bites his lower lip.

“Who is with her right now? Don’t tell me you left her alone.” Yoongi grits through his teeth. He’s picking up his boxer briefs quickly putting it on, covering his almost soft cock. “Calm down, I didn’t. I can still see her.” He answers. Yoongi only realizes now that he can hear music in the background but it’s not too loud.

“I’m on my way. Don’t get your eyes off her.” He tells him sternly ignoring Yuna’s confusing look his way. “Man, I never thought I’d hear that from you.” He tries to joke but Yoongi doesn’t seem to be in a mood.

“I fucking meant it.” He growls and that’s the last thing he says before hanging up. He puts his T-shirt on ready to walk from the bedroom when Yuna coughs. He looks at her completely forgetting she’s even in the room. The only thing on his mind is you and your safety. “Where are you going?” She asks sitting up covering her body with a sheet.

“I need to go somewhere. Like, right now. I’ll explain everything later, okay?” He tells her. She hesitatingly nods and he doesn’t wait for anything quickly running out of his apartment building to his car.

“I want more.” You pout, your hands reaching to Jaeho who seems to be much closer than he really is. You can’t reach him even though it feels like he’s right next to you. “Sorry, princess. You’ve had enough.” He tells you and you scoff.

“Who the fuck are you to tell me this? Give me more!” You say loudly causing couple of men look your way before continuing with their conversations. “Can’t do, sorry.” He tells you and you’re ready to cry when a person sitting next to you speaks up.

“I can give you some.” He speaks smirking at you. You’re too high to even fully notice his facial features but he doesn’t look too old. “Yeah?” You ask hopefully, eyes shining. He takes a puff from his joint holding it in his mouth as he motions with his finger for you to come closer. You smile already knowing what he means. You kiss him as he lets out the smoke fill your mouth. You moan into the kiss as he grabs your hips hovering over you. Jaeho tells him something along the lines to get off of you, but you’re both too high to even properly listen to him. His hand is ready to grope you when you suddenly don’t feel him anymore. You think you’re that high that you’ve hallucinated and imagined all of that. But you open your eyes seeing someone you definitely wasn’t expecting.

“I think the fuck not.” He growls at the younger male pushing him away. He glares at him but he’s too high to put up a fight walking away. “Yoongi?” You cock your head seeing him blurry. Is that him? He looks at you — as you look at him confusingly with cocked head to the side causing you to look like a little kid. But then he notices your red eyes right away, your skin paler than usual and you probably lost some weight. You don’t look healthy and his heart slightly cracks at the sight. Maybe he left you but it still doesn’t leave him to be heartless.

“Finally, lover boy.” Jaeho speaks and Yoongi shoots daggers his way with his sharp eyes. “I fucking told you to take care of her. Why that fucking drugged asshole was ready to grope her?” He growls angrily, his hand in a fist.

“I told them to pull away from each other. They didn’t listen to me.” He shrugs and Yoongi clenches his jaw controlling himself. He wants nothing more than to fucking hit him but he controls himself. Instead, his eyes focuses on the girl in front of him. You. You sit there closing your eyes slowly. Yoongi shoots forward pulling you up. “Come on, baby.” He whispers as he’s picking you up. You barely stand on your legs, but he holds you tightly.

“Yoongi?” You ask weakly, your head falling down every now and then. “I’m here, I’m here.” He assures you. He gives Jaeho nasty glare before walking out of that fucking dump place. When Yoongi comes home, Yuna is nowhere in the sight. However, she leaves a note on his nightstand.

‘I hope nothing bad happened, text me when you can. Love you xxx’

He takes off your leather jacket putting it on his desk in his bedroom. He doesn’t take any of your clothes even though you reek of weed and alcohol. He doesn’t want to take off your close without any permission and he feels like he’s not entitled to do that. Not anymore. He lays you down on his bed, your body completely limp. You almost look like you’re dead and he quickly checks your pulse. He sighs in relief when he feels it. He sits on the chair in the corner of his bedroom not turning off the light of his lamp. He wants to see you just in case. He watches your chest heaving not getting his eyes off of you. He stares at you for another hour before he feels his eyes fluttering and head slowly falling backwards. His own tiredness catching him up.

You wake up at the awful taste in your mouth followed with vomits coming up your stomach, causing you to gag and quickly sit up. There’s someone handing you a bucket and pulling your hair up so you don’t vomit on it as well. “It’s okay, let it out.” You hear soft murmur but you’re too busy to vomit anything that got into your stomach. When you feel slightly better you take a napkin someone hands you, wiping your mouth. “Thanks.” You mutter quietly opening your teary eyes. You wipe your nose feeling a snot coming out of it which your vomiting caused. You feel disgusted but you also feel so bad to even fully realize it. You look up meeting those familiar eyes and you swear you feel your stomach clench.

“Yoongi?” You breathe out, looking around yourself. You’re in someone’s bedroom — you’ve never been here. The smell. The familiar smell that once felt like home. This has to be Yoongi’s bedroom. You’re at his place. “W—what—“

“Jaeho called me to pick you up. You were pretty out of it last night.” He explains and you scoff. “I’m going to fucking kill him.” You’re about to stand up, but he stops you. His hand grabs your wrist as he looks at you sternly.

“If he wouldn’t call me, god knows what would have happened to you.” He speaks lowly and slowly like he’s trying to get those words through your thick skull. You flinch from his hold scowling at him. “Yeah, why do you care?” You mumble under your breath not looking at him.

He bitterly chuckles before standing up. “You should take a shower. You reek of weed and alcohol.” He says to you but it sounds offensive. At least his tone does. “You know that smell pretty well, right? Or did you forget already?” You ask him bitterly. You don’t know what’s coming over you and why you are acting like a bitch. He clenches his jaw turning around walking to his closet. He pulls out some clothes, his clothes, since they seem too big for you. He throws it at you, the clothes hitting your chest.

“The first door on the right.” He tells you. You give him a glare, just sitting there and glaring at him. But he does the same, you quietly growl before standing up. Even though you didn’t say it out loud, you do reek and you’re in desperate need of shower. You just never thought you’d end up showering at your ex’s place. You don’t remember him coming to get you. The hell, you don’t remember most of the night. And it scares you. What if something happened to you? The cold droplets of water wakes you up and you quickly reach for shower gel to get rid of that awful smell. You’re trying to wash your body as best and fast as you can. When you’re sure there’s a not single dirty spot on your body, you wrap your body into one of the white towels. There’s a small knock on the door.

“Are you okay?” Yoongi’s voice is muffled but you can hear him clearly. “Yeah.” You answer him not so loudly but he hears you. You still can’t believe you’re at his place.

“There’s a new toothbrush in the cupboard, feel free to use it.” He tells you. You mumble hesitated ‘thank you’ before pulling out the new toothbrush. You notice the woman products in his cupboard and two toothbrushes in the small cup on the sink. There’s that uncomfortable feeling in your stomach once again, so you decide to quickly brush your teeth and dress up in the clothes Yoongi gave you. Everything is too big for you, but it’ll do for now. The smell of nice fabric softener with Yoongi’s scent takes you back to the time two of you were together. You quickly shake your head, as if to get rid of those thoughts. You open the bathroom door not looking around, quickly walking to his bedroom. He’s on his phone texting someone, probably Yuna. He puts his phone into his back pocket of his jeans, reaching for your jacket which is on the floor. As he’s pulling it up, the transparent bag filled with weed comes out. His brows furrow as he slowly picks it up. The look he gives you right after kind of scares you.

“Give it back.” You tell him reaching for it just for him to quickly dodge your hand. “What the fuck, Y/N?” He scowls at you even more — as if it was possible.

“Give it back.” You tell him slowly and sternly but he only continues to glare at you. “Are you fucking out of your mind? I just took care of you since you were so high and you’re not going to stop?!” He raises his voice. You’ve no idea why he is doing that in the first place.

“You out of all people have no right to tell me that.” You snap at him. Who does he think he is to tell you what to do? “I think I do since I stopped. And so should you.” He says bitterly.

“It’s none of your business, so give it back.” You raise your voice once again but it doesn’t look like it helps. He’s too fucking stubborn. “It’ll ruin you.” He tells you and the way he tells you with honesty in his eyes scares you. You know he’s right. You’re fucking stupid to think this but — it’s like you’re getting a revenge. But all you do is ruin yourself with this.

“I’m already ruined,” You tell him quietly. His face softens as he opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. That’s what you thought. “You can have it.” You mumble before you snatch your jacket from his hand quickly leaving his place. You’ve no idea where you’re when you come out of his apartment building, so you quickly pull out your phone already opening map app. You feel like a total douchebag for not telling him ‘thank you’ for bringing you to his place safely, but it’s not like you asked for his help. But this is something people who hurt you the most makes you do.

“So what exactly happened?” Yuna asks causing Yoongi to stop eating for a moment. He swallows his food looking at his girlfriend. “Jaeho called me that Y/N is... wasted and high. He didn’t know who to call so I had to pick her up.” He explains as she nods with neutral face expression.

“Jaeho, the guy who...?” She doesn’t finish her question but Yoongi knows what she’s asking. “Yeah, the one who used to sell me weed.” He confirms her thoughts. He finishes his food, leaving the plate empty.

“Men there are fucking crazy. They are capable of unspeakable things. I had to go there and pick her up. I think I owe her.” He tells Yuna softly and she understandably nods. She reaches for Yoongi’s hand which he gladly takes. “You don’t have to explain yourself. I get it.” She smiles causing a warm smile appear on his lips.

“I love you.” He tells her causing her to grin. “I love you too.”

Distracting yourself is one of the hardest things you have to do in awhile. You thought missing some of Jin’s and Hoseok’s parties would help, but it doesn’t. Only he is on your mind. Fucking Min Yoongi.

“Yoongi!” You almost yell, clenching around his cock which is hitting all the right places. He brushes over your g-spot couple of times making you cum. You grip his shoulders harshly, cumming third time already. He growls into your neck letting go as well, cumming inside of you. He hovers over you, not wanting to fall right onto you. His hands are shaking so he pulls out causing his and yours cum to spill out. He lays beside you onto his back, staring at the ceiling. He’s been very weird lately and the sex you both just had — was weird. It wasn’t fast and rough as it used to be all the time. It wasn’t even making love you both did couple of times before he started fucking you roughly. It seemed like his head and mind aren’t at the right place. Something’s bothering him and you can’t put your finger on it. You’re ready to cuddle him but it’s like his whole body shakes but that’s not what causes you to stop. It’s the words he’s saying clear and loud. “Let’s breakup.” Your whole body freezes and you quickly sit up.

“What?” You ask breathlessly, thinking you’ve heard him wrong. But your heart is beating so fast you can feel it against your chest. “Let’s breakup.” He says again slowly sitting up.

“Yoongi whatever is happening with you, I’m here for you.” You tell him but he slowly shakes his head. “I don’t want to be with you anymore. I’m breaking up with you.” His tone isn’t harsh, he says with absolute soft voice and serious gaze. You stand up quickly putting your T-shirt on.

“W—Why?” Your lips starts to tremble and you hate how his face softens at the sight. He’s pitying you. “I want to start a new life. That means no drugs.” He tells you and you scoff.

“No drugs? What about me? No me?” You ask angry, but the main feeling you’re feeling right now is hurt. You can’t believe he’s breaking up with you like this. None of his answers makes no sense. “I’m sorry.” He apologizes standing up. He starts to dress his boxer briefs and jeans.

“Sorry? Were you lying when you said you loved me?” You ask him, your voice cracking at the end. You’re so shocked you don’t know what to ask or tell him first. You still can’t believe it. “I didn’t. I just need this. I need break from all of this.” You want to laugh at his face but you’re too hurt to do that. You wipe your tears that stained your cheeks.

You still feel his cum spilling out of you and you want to gag. The feeling of being used washes over you. “You’re a pig! You just had sex with me and now you’re breaking up with me?! Right after I had sex with you?!” You yell at him and it pisses you off how he seems calm about this. He sighs feeling ashamed. Good, he should be ashamed.

“I had to say goodbye.” He tells you with sad eyes. “You’re messed up. Leave.” You tell him and he stands there not moving.

“Y/N—“ He tries to speak but a loud sob comes from your mouth. “Fucking leave!” You scream at him. And without any fight, he simply leaves closing your bedroom door softly behind him. You fall onto the floor crying loudly not believing what just happened. You feel your heart cracking, the full realization what just happened hits you right in your heart.

Finding out later on, that in fact he moved out of Daegu you realized maybe that was the last time you’ve seen him. But then he had to come back and ruin your life again. Finding your friend, his best friend, lied to you about being in any contact with him. You feel like a complete fool, your closest friends breaking and hurting you all the time. Everyone kept treating you like some little girl who would break up just at the mention of her ex. And maybe you would. You don’t know how many conversation they held when they saw you high, probably the most high you’ve ever been. You don’t know a lot of things but that’s because nobody tells you anything. You feel betrayed and hurt.

“I think you should stop.” Taehyung speaks up as you step on joint, your boot stepping onto hard pavement. “I think you should shut up.” You tell him right away, too high to realize the meaning of your words. Too high to notice Taehyung’s hurt expression.

“I’m just looking out for you. I know you’re going through some things thanks to Yoongi but—“

“Just— shut up.” You snap at him. This time he doesn’t stay hurt, he angrily looks at you. “Why are you being such a bitch? He’s back, Y/N. And there’s nothing you can do with it. This, won’t help you!” He raises his voice, snatching the transparent bag of weed from your hands. Your eyes spit fire as you glare at him, but he’s not afraid.

“I’m done, Y/N. I’m done taking care of you while you keep hurting yourself in the first place.” He tells you quietly turning around walking away from you. Your mouth opens as you call his name weakly. But he doesn’t turn around leaving you standing in front of Jin’s house. You know he’s right. You fucking know it, but it doesn’t stop you to walk up to Hoseok asking for some weed.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I don’t have any.” He tells you as he looks away not able to look you in the eyes. Hoseok and not having any weed? This never happens and the way he dodges your eyes tells you he’s lying. “You don’t have any?” You chuckle amusingly. “Stop lying, I can see right through you.” You scoff. This time he looks deadly in your eyes.

“I don’t have any weed for you.” He tells you shifting his weight. You stand there trying to understand his words. But then you feel dark eyes looking at you over Hoseok’s posture. Yoongi. He’s slouched on the couch looking at your interaction with you. And that’s when you realize it. Yoongi told him not to give you any weed. Hoseok sees the realization on your face and he looks at you with apologetic eyes.

“Since when do you listen to him?” You ask him coldly. Hoseok sighs, fingers running through his red hair. “He’s my best friend, Y/N.”

You bitterly laugh at him. “Best friend who leaves everyone behind just to have a new life. What a great best friend.” You tell him bitterly with venom in your voice. Hoseok doesn’t want to correct you, because it’s not exactly how you think it is. But he understands your behavior. The anger in your eyes and voice. He broke you and Hoseok knows it.

“Just have some drink, Y/N. You can have fun without weed.” Yeah but you can’t stop thinking about him without it. “Funny considering this is coming from you.” You tell him ironically and he rolls his eyes at you.

“Whatever, I don’t have any.” And with this he turns around leaving you there standing all dumbfounded. Yoongi gives questioning look to Hoseok, but he only waves his hand at him probably telling he’ll explain him later. “Asshole.” You curse at him under your breath turning around angrily.

If he thinks he’s the only one who can give you what you want, he’s wrong. He forgot this party is filled with people having weed in their pockets.

“Yoongi!” He hears his name as he’s in the middle of chatting with Hoseok. “Your ex is wild!” One of the guys shouts with a huge grin. Yoongi’s brows furrows as he looks at him confusingly.

“What are you talking about?” Hoseok asks instead of Yoongi. He hasn’t seen you ever since he didn’t give you any weed. He thought you left, but apparently not. “Come look.” Hoseok stands up but Yoongi stops him with quick hand motion.

“I’ll handle it.” He tells him, not waiting for any response following the guy who screamed his name. His eyes are furrowed all the time as he confusingly looks around and that’s when he spots you — you’re on the top of kitchen counter, vodka bottle in your hand and joint between your plump lips. You’re dancing barefoot but it looks too slippery causing you to stumble almost falling down. There are guys cheering and whistling at you. Yoongi walks through the crowd stopping in front of you. He tugs the hem of your dress to gain your attention and you smile, but quickly stop when you see Yoongi. “Come down!” He yells through the loud music. You pull out the joint from your lips scowling at him, but not before you take a gulp from vodka. It burns your throat and it’s disgusting but it still doesn’t stop you. Yoongi scrunches his nose at the sight reaching his hands to you.

“Come on, you’ll fall!” You slaps his hands away in response, sticking your tongue out at him. He shoots you a glare. “Y/N. Now.” He growls angrily at you, loosing his patience with you.

You twirl around, your leg weirdly bending almost falling once again. His heart jumps at the sight but he sighs in relief when you’re standing without any harm. “Fuck you, Min Yoongi.” You tell him, jumping making the hem of your dress to rise up. Guys whistle when they get a glimpse of your panties and Yoongi shoots daggers their way shutting them immediately.

“I’m loosing my patience, Y/N.” He growls and you only chuckle. “I already lost mine, you fucking—“ A squeal leaves your mouth as Yoongi puts you down throwing you over his shoulder. He makes sure your ass is covered with your dress shooting one last glare at the guys before walking away with you. He puts you down in one of the bedrooms, probably guest’s room.

“Why would you do that?” You ask slapping his chest which seems to be much more firm than the last time you’ve felt it. “You could’ve hurt yourself.” He tells you and you chuckle.

“Leave me alone, you dumb fuck.” You curse at him but it doesn’t affect him. He sees your red eyes and the whole careless attitude is only a huge facade you created. He knows you. You haven’t changed one bit. You turn around to him, pulling out joint from your bra. He doesn’t see it, staring at you confusingly until you turn around with it in your mouth. He storms at you pulling it out of your mind.

“Why—“ Your voice is cut off by his own as he shakes your shoulders aggressively. “Are you fucking out of your mind?! What are you doing to yourself?!” He screams in your face, his eyes getting teary at the sight of you. Maybe your personality haven’t changed but you’ve definitely changed from the outside. He has never seen your eyes so red and puffy, your pupils big and black. Even your skin looks paler even though you tried to hide your natural face with makeup. “Why are you getting yourself high all the fucking time?!” He screams once again, veins popping out of his neck.

“Don’t you get it? I have to stay high to keep you out off my mind!” You’re the one who screams now shutting him up. Your own eyes are getting teary and he holds you tightly, his hands on your shoulders. Hurt flashes through his face and he quickly looks away to prevent himself from crying, hands letting you go. He barely cries.

“Can we talk, please?” He pleads. “No.” You answer immediately and he looks at you with begging eyes. “I need to talk to you.”

You bite your lip thinking about it. “Fine, but if you’ll have one with me.” You tell him pointing to the joint in his hand. His eyes widen as he slowly shakes his head. “I’m done with smoking weed.” He tells you and you shrug your shoulders.

“Fine, then I won’t talk to you.” You walk away from him causing him to panic. “Wait!” You stop arching a brow at him. “Okay, but just one.” He mutters as triumphant smile crosses over your lips. He can’t believe he’s about to smoke weed just so he can talk to you. You sit down on the floor, back leaning against the bed frame. You pat the empty spot beside you couple of times causing him to chuckle. He sits beside you looking at you shamelessly. You’re the first one who takes a puff, handing it to Yoongi. He stares at it for a moment before he takes it from you. In other situations, you would probably tell him that if he doesn’t want to smoke weed, he doesn’t have to. But in this situation, where you’re absolutely high you’re complete opposite. You silently watch him as he brings the weed pot to his lips, taking a slow puff. You silently watch him as he leans his head back, against the edge of the mattress.

“Can I talk now?” He asks and you roll your eyes. He just had to ruin the moment. “If you insist.” You mumble, reaching for a weed but he reaches his arm further so you can’t reach it.

“I need you to listen to me,” He tells you seriously. You sigh nodding still reaching for joint in his hands. “And I don’t need for you to be more high then you already are. I want you to remember this.” Rolling your eyes for what seems like hundredth time today, you obey him. He sighs in relief, glad he doesn’t need to put up with your high ass.

“I want to apologize for leaving you like that. I should’ve never done that.” He speaks causing you to raise your brow. “You think?” He shoots you a glare which says ‘shut up’ and you shut your mouth. “One of the main reasons why I left was... I destroyed you, Y/N. Whether you agree or not. You started to smoke weed because of me. We didn’t spend our date nights at restaurants, cinemas or whatever the fuck we were supposed to do. We got high and drunk instead. It wasn’t healthy, not for me and not for you. I thought leaving you would help you realize you should love yourself first and I hoped... you’d get back to your old self. The one I met when you were innocent and the thought of weed disgusted you.” He speaks, looking at his pale fingers which he’s fumbling with. He looks at you making sure you’re listening to him and you’re. You slowly blink looking at him. This time he sees that Y/N he met.

“I knew you got high because you broke up with your ex back then. And I knew you continued so you’d impress me.” He tells you and you suck in breath. He’s talking about the first time he met you. You remember him telling you something along the lines that you don’t have to smoke, but you still did. Your young naive you thought you’d get closer to him. And the feeling of getting high was too good. Yoongi wasn’t the only reason why you started with it in the first place. Coming from a broken family, not having anyone to lean onto, you tried to find love in weed. But then you found Yoongi. Weed and Yoongi went in one hand and one thing led to another and here you’re. Completely broken once again.

You watch him silently as he brings the joint to his mouth, taking a puff. You realize he almost smoked it all, his whole figure seems much more relaxed. “But it still doesn’t cut it for you to leave me like that,” You murmur remembering the heartbreak you felt. “You didn’t try to contact me, you only disappeared. I feel like an fucking idiot because I was the only one who doesn’t know anything. You were in contact with Hoseok and I didn’t even know.”

“Believe it or not, but I called him everyday to ask him how are you. How are you’re holding up.” He answers causing your head to snap at him. “Why didn’t you call me?” You ask, your voice cracking at the end making you feel pathetic.

“We both know that it wouldn’t be a good idea,” He tells you honestly. “I hated myself for what I did to you. I still do. I should have never left.” He speaks quietly and you look at him with teary eyes. “Yoongi...” You whisper. As soon as he look at you, you notice his slightly reddened eyes, pupils getting big. He watches your face, as you look at him heartbroken and it simply leads him to caress your cheek. The touch is so soft causing you to close your eyes but you open them in case you’re dreaming. You’re not, he traces your lips with his thumb remembering all the times he kissed you passionately. He misses it. You can see the way his eyes shift from your eyes to your lips. He starts to lean in and you’re anticipating the feeling of his lips — and you do. His lips still feels like two softest pillows you’ve ever tasted. Just when you think it was a innocent peck, his lips starts to move while his hands grabs your face holding you in place. You moan into his lips causing a low growl coming from the back of his throat. He picks you up laying you onto the soft bed before hovering over you. He looks at you for a second finding something that would tell him you don’t want this. But instead he sees you biting your lip with hot gaze. He knows this gaze very well. And he didn’t even realize how much he missed it until now. His lips attach to your neck leaving pecks everyone from your neck to collarbones, making way to the low cut of your dress pecking your covered breasts. “Fuck, I missed you so much.” He whispers causing you to whine under his touch.

“I missed you.” You admit as his eyes finds yours. He gives you a soft gaze followed with regretful eyes. He doesn’t speak, instead making his thoughts into actions. He places himself between your spread legs, hands rummaging from your hips to exposed thighs. Your dress got ridden up when you spread your legs but you don’t care. You’re dying to feel him as much as you can. He shifts causing you to feel his huge tent in his jeans. You almost moan at the feeling.

“Can I take these off?” He asks you playing with the hem of your dress. You abruptly nod already dressing them yourself. He chuckles but it dies as soon as he sees your lacy black underwear. His eyes darken and he slowly stripes his tongue against his lips to moisturize them. You know that look. The look he used to look at you whenever he was about to destroy you. You sit up pressing your palms on his chest. He sits up and you take this chance to sit on his lap, hands pressing onto his chest firmly so he lays down. A look of surprise crosses his face causing you to smirk down on him. “Wasn’t expecting that, hm?” You ask, hands too busy with taking off his belt.

“No, but go on.” He tells you while his lips curls into amused smirk. He helps you take off his jeans leaving him in his boxer briefs. A huge tent in his boxer briefs makes you almost whimper outloud. You trace your finger against it causing his hips to jerk at the soft touch. “Please.” He whispers when you repeat the whole process.

“Please what?” You ask with archer brows and he looks at you with disbelief. “Are you seriously going to make me beg?” He breathes out, obviously frustrated by you. Maybe you would, just to tease him like he always used to tease you. But you’re too impatient for that.

“Not my style.” You tell him, tugging down the hem of his boxer briefs. Revealing his veiny cock, you automatically reach for it to squeeze it. Yoongi whimpers feeling your hand wrapped around him. Your thumb grazes around his tip, pre-cum already leaking from it. Your panties are getting too sticky and uncomfortable but it dries you even more crazy seeing Yoongi like this — spreaded on the bed anticipating your touch. Dipping your head down, you take him into your mouth moaning at the feeling of his cock. Vibrations of your moan causes Yoongi to squeeze his eyes shut before he moans quietly. You almost forgot how big and good he feels in your mouth. You’re bobbing your head up and down trying to take as much of him as possible. You suppress the gagging you feel when he hits the back of your throat. You take his balls into your palm massaging it causing him to thrust his hips upward, this time you’re not able to suppress the gag. You pull away with furrowed brows, your lips wet with your saliva making them glisten. The sight could be disgusting and forbidden for someone, but not for Yoongi. It drives him crazy to see you like that.

“Shit, sorry.” He apologizes, leaning onto his forearms to get a better look at you. “It’s okay.” You tell him with amused smile.

“Lay down.” He demands sitting up. “But I haven’t finished.” You exclaim not moving from your position.

“Yeah, I almost did.” He tells you shamelessly. You cock your head for a few seconds before realization hits your face causing you to widen your eyes. Yoongi feels embarrassed how close he already felt, almost cumming in your mouth just with a few strokes. “So be a good girl for me and lay down.” He tells you with dark tone. You quickly go to lay down onto the spot he layed on just a moment ago.

“Good girl,” He says caressing your ankle with his long fingers causing you to spread your legs even more. Fuck, he’s so hot. “You thought you could be the dominant one? Hmm?” His eyes focus on your covered crotch before he’s tugging your panties off. His eyes sparkle as they look between your legs, your wetness making him cocky and proud that he can still make you feel this way. With his two fingers he collects the wetness, softly touching your slit causing your back to slightly arch at the amazing feeling. “Do you want me to taste you, angel?” He asks with fake innocence and you push the urge to curse at him knowing he’d make you suffer before of your attitude.

“Yes,” You breathe out looking at him with desperation written across your face. He wants to make you beg, but the way you look at him and the fact he haven’t tasted you for so long makes him dip his head between your legs. He licks the long stripe against your slit, moaning as the taste of you fills his taste buds. “You still taste amazing.” You moan loudly when he starts to flick his tongue against your clit in rapid speed, causing you to grab his hair. He’s going too fast making you see stars. You won’t last for much longer if he keeps doing it, that’s why you pull his hair slightly. He moans into your heat, the flicking of his tongue and vibration causing you to clench around nothing. But it doesn’t end with that when he inserts his two long fingers in one go without any problem, straight brushing against your g-spot. “Yoongi!” You whine as he continues to fuck his fingers into you. And just like that, you cum on his tongue. Your thighs shake but thankfully Yoongi holds a strong hold of them. He strokes your thigh in praise before pulling away. He licks your cum off his lips smirking down at you.

“So fucking needy for me,” He tells you sitting on his knees. He takes off his boxer briefs carelessly throwing them onto the floor. You watch him as he strokes his cock couple of times and you can’t help yourself with watching him. His thumb slides over his tip couple of times and you clench around nothing at the sight. “You still want more?” He asks mockingly, eyes glued to your cunt as he watches your wet slit. You whine as he cups his balls massaging them causing him to twitch in his hand. “Well aren’t you a slut?” He lets out a bitter laugh before he’s coming closer to you. He parts your legs before he collects some of your wetness with the tip of his cock.

You breathe out already thinking about how he’ll stretch you out perfectly. “Do we need condom?” He asks completely fucked out, his eyes red. He looks like the old Yoongi you knew. “No, I’m on the pills and clean.” You answer him but suddenly yelp when he’s already pushing himself into you.

“Fuck, I missed this cunt so fucking much,” He moans out as he pulls out just for him to thrust back in. This time he does it more roughly when he moves so freely inside of you, thanks to your wetness. Your body jerks up from his rough moves, thankfully there’s a bunch of pillows behind your head. “You’re my little slut, aren’t you?” He moans out as he starts fucking you rapidly. You clasp your thighs against his hips bringing him even closer, his thrusts becoming even more deeper.

“Yeah, I am,” You moan out, nodding at him while you’re biting your lip. “Only for you.” You add making him groan as he kisses you hard.

He rolls his hips skillfully into you, your vision becoming blurry as you clench around him. “Such a tight cunt.” He growls and you whine at his dirty talk. No matter how many guys you tried to have sex with, none of them made you feel like Yoongi. “Fuck, are you going to cum?” He asks you, hands gripping the sheets beside the each side of your head. He fucks into you with animalistic speed and that’s when the knot in your stomach unties. You’re cumming around him while he keeps fucking into you.

Your hands push his chest slightly when you become too sensitive, he pulls out his cock still hard and tall. God, this guy has stamina. You close your eyes for a moment trying to calm down your breathing, still enjoying the euphoric feeling from your second orgasm. “What are you waiting for? On your hands and knees.” He demands causing you to snap your eyes open.

“I can’t, I’m too sensitive.” You tell him making him bitterly laugh. “Don’t you remember? We used to go whole night like this.” He tells you, turning you around with one swift movement with his hands. You’re laying on your stomach as he pulls your ass in the air. You look over your shoulder just to feel a stinging pain on your right ass cheek. He spanks you one more time on the other one, causing you to groan into the pillows.

“Tell me, my little slut. Has anyone touched you for the past year?” He asks and your stomach clench at his feeling. You’re taking too long with your answer causing him to spank you one more time. “I asked you something.” He growls into your ear.

“Y—Yeah.” You answer, not having the guts to turn around to see his look. His eyes darkens at your answer but deep down he knew you’d try to move on from him. Let’s not forget Hoseok informed him about you briefly, not forgetting to mention you’ve had couple of one night stands — but nothing too serious. At least that put some ease onto Yoongi’s mind even though he wanted you to move on. But selfishly enough he didn’t want to at the same time. He wanted you to be happy, to be with someone who wouldn’t ruin you the way he did. But the thought of you falling in love with someone else, giving him all of you made him feel uncomfortable.

“What a slut,” He growls into your ear, slapping your ass once again. Your ass stings but with your twisted mind, you moan out loud when he does that. “Already horny for me again.” He comments when he sees you clench.

“Yoongi.” You moan when his thumb touches your wet hole, giving it a circle stroke. He chuckles darkly before he’s pushing back into you. Your eyes rolls back when your walls stretches again, welcoming him with your sleek walls. He doesn’t waste time, slamming into you roughly while his thighs slaps against your ass. “Fuck!” You scream when he finds that one spot that makes you shake under his touch. He’s pulling you up, standing on your knees as his hands wraps around your throat. Fuck. He’s devil.

“My beautiful slut,” He purrs into your ear, his hand tightening around your neck. Your oxygen is getting cut off slightly, but you can still breathe. His rough movements making you whimper under his touch. “Are you going to cum for me again?” He asks, one hand wrapped around your neck as he spanks you with his other one while fucking into you. “Yes, yes. Fuck, Yoongi.” You’re moaning desperately when he clutches your neck even tighter feeling his moves getting sloppy. He’s close. It’s enough for you to come third time this night, your core already too sensitive from the constant orgasm. You’re clenching around him, your orgasm even more intensive when you feel his cum spilling into you. He fucks into you couple of times before he pulls out, hands freeing your neck. Your backs hitting the soft mattres in full ecstasy that even weed can’t do.

You’re laying there — the both of you staring at the ceiling. You open your mouth to say something but you quickly shut it when Yoongi sits up. He smirks at you before he spreads your legs open. He places himself between them, licking off his cum with long stride with his tongue. You flinch from his tongue when you feel the ache between your legs, your clit swollen from sensivity. “Do you think you can handle another one?” He asks lowly, his dark eyes settled on you.

“Another what?” You mumble, feeling so fucked out like you haven’t feel in a long time. Your heart is ready to jump from your chest at this point. “Orgasm, of course.” He chuckles. Your mind processes his words before you shake your head.

“N—no, I don’t think I can.” You try to tell him but it’s no use when he snorts, dipping his head down to your slit. He starts slowly licking your clit causing you to whimper. He holds your thighs tightly in his hands when he feels you clasping them around his head. “I know that you can. Come on, angel. I know my angel is still there.” He tells you causing you to moan when it starts to feel awfully good. The overstimulation is making you even more sensitive and you know it’ll take only few licks for you to cum again. And he knows it too. That’s why he starts fastening his speed leaving you looking like mess.

“Yoongi, I will cum.” You inform him bucking your hips to his lips. “No, you’re not.” He tells you sternly but you’re too deep in this euphoric feeling to even properly register his words.

“You’ll cum when I tell you.” He speaks causing you to open your eyes in shock. He’s looking at you through his lashes while he’s licking you, his tongue doing wonders. “Please.” You beg him feeling yourself squirm in your place. You’re close.

“Mhm, not enough.” He mumbles against your core. “Yoongi, please. Let me cum. Please I want to cum on your mouth.” The desperation talks from you but you’re not even ashamed.

“Cum, angel.” He tells you and that’s when you cum around his tongue. Again. He’s licking your cum from you before you push his head away. “Sorry.” He apologizes with cheeky grin before he lays down beside you.

“I can’t believe you got me high.” He speaks after a moment you both just lay beside each other. “I can’t believe we just had sex.” You reply causing him to chuckle.

“Yeah, me neither.” He mumbles. “I think we should go.” He stands up starting to dress up. You sit up but ending wincing when the ache between your legs is prominent.

“Too sore?” He asks while coming up to you helping you to stand up. You nod trying to find your panties. “Looking for this?” He asks with grin causing you to roll your eyes. “Let me help.” He crouches down, putting your panties on. At this point, he helps you to dress up your whole outfit.

“I’ll drive you home.” He informs you when you’re walking down the stairs, not noticing Hoseok’s eyes on the both of you.

Three days without seeing Yoongi and you’re becoming crazy. Ever since he dropped you home — before the both of you had sex — you haven’t talked with him ever since. You don’t have his phone number and you weren’t searching for it. You knew all it’d take is for you to call Hoseok and he’d tell you. Maybe you’d have to do a little begging but you know better. Taehyung texted you wanting to hangout but you declined him. Not in the mood to show up outside of your small flat in case you’d see anyone you know. Of course, he became worried asking if something is wrong. You had to tell you you’re just exhausted and want to spend some time alone. You feel bad for rejecting him like that but maybe some time alone would help you.

A knock tears you away from your constant thoughts. When you open the door, the last thing you expect to see is him.

Yoongi is staying in front of your door with his sweet smile. “Can we talk?” He asks. The last time he asked you that you both ended up having a rough sex. You’re still kind of sore from it, the twisted and only memory you have from that night. But that doesn’t stop you to invite him in.

“I wanted to talk about... us having sex.” He starts making you suck in breath from his honestly and straightforwardness. “Okay.” You almost whisper, listening to him carefully. Maybe it was mistake, maybe it wasn’t. You don’t regret it, although you feel bad when you remembered he has an actual girlfriend.

“I... lost control over my actions and I never thought I’d... you know.” He tries to explain and to be honest, you know what he means. “Are you regretting it?” You ask him right away.

He looks into your eyes, searching your face for a moment. You look better than the last time he saw you. Your eyes aren’t red and even though your face is makeup free this time, your skin is having your usual skin color. You look healthy. You look beautiful. “No.” He tells you honestly and without realizing a huge relief washes over you. “I don’t either,” You admit. “Even though we both were high. And I want to apologize for forcing you into smoking weed. I know you stopped and it was such an asshole move for me to do. I was high, I wish I was completely sober.” You tell him honestly.

And to your surprise, he smiles at you. You’re shocked for a second, which he sees by the way your brows raise quickly before you’re frowning. “I wouldn’t do that, if I didn’t want to. I mean, in other situations I wouldn’t smoke weed. But I think I kind of wanted to do that so I’d feel like nothing changed. Like it’d be like an old times, you know?” He scoffs at himself. “I sound stupid, don’t I?”

“No, you don’t.” You tell him. You can practically feel regret coming from him. He feels awful for breaking your heart and for the first time, you can see how much sorry he is. “I told Yuna that we had sex,” He speaks causing your head and eyes to snap at his direction. Have you heard him right? “I had to tell her. I couldn’t look into her eyes and act like it didn’t happen. I broke up with her,” He informs you. A sudden hope is growing in your heart and you really want to stop it, but you can’t help yourself. “She still wanted to stay with me after I told her. Do you get it? Because I don’t. I cheated on her and she still wants me.” He scoffs, angry at himself. He’s not looking at you but you can see his dark eyes staring at his pale fingers. He fumbles with them nervously, gulping trying to stop a sob which is about to escape. And that’s when it hits you. He still loves her. She’s the one who he loves. It’s not you. He didn’t come here to confess to you. To be honest, you’re not sure why he came in the first place. You’re trying to control your heart breaking once again. The man whom you still love sits right beside you, almost crying for another woman while you’re still deeply in love with. “I don’t deserve her, just like I didn’t deserve you.” He admits causing you to bite into your lip harshly. What is he doing to you?

“You love her,” You speak, his eyes gazing at you like a lost puppy. “I’m sorry.” He apologizes and you chuckle, although the amusement doesn’t reach your eyes. “Why are you apologizing? It’s just.. why are you here then?” You can’t help but ask as he sighs.

“I don’t know, honestly. I wish I knew. Something is pulling me to you, wanting to explain everything to you. I think you deserve it.” He tries to explain, although you’re not sure if you completely understand him. You don’t say anything back, processing his words. He’s confusing you even more.

He stands up this time his eyes not backing from your lips. “I really hope you’ll find someone who’ll love you better than I could. You deserve that someone,” He tells you, your eyes watering immediately. Fuck. “Can you promise me something?” He asks with hopeful eyes causing you to nod. “Stop smoking weed.” He tells you with chuckle causing you to laugh through your tears.

“Okay,” You almost whisper. You know it’s time to change your lifestyle even if it means there won’t be no Yoongi in it. “Are you leaving again?” He knows you’re not asking if he’s leaving right now. You’re asking if he’s going to move out and you won’t have no idea where he is. But maybe it would be for better.

“No. Someone needs to watch over you,” He jokes causing you to chuckle. “I don’t want to escape. I want to be here and whatever needs to happen it’ll happen.” He tells you. You cock your head at him confusingly not quite sure what exactly he meant. Before you could ask he waves giving you his famous gummy smile, making your heart jump in the weirdest way.

“I’ll see you soon, Y/N.”

#bts smut #bts au #bts fluff #bts angst #min yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi x y/n #bts scenario #yoongi scenario #suga scenario #personasintro

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Infiltration - Part 1

Paring : Reader x Mafia!Doyoung

Genre: Angst + fluff | Words : 5K

Warnings : Mentions of illegal activity (drugs/weapons) Mentions/Descriptions of Violence. Abusive language directed towards reader.

NCT.

The only mafia group that was superior to your own. Your boss was determined to take them down, but they were good, too smart to infiltrate and too large to eliminate completely. They had subunits across the country and there were rumours of them having a team in China.

Your boss Mr Kim, you still didn’t know his actual name, had been trying to find a way to get a man on the inside for months but to no avail. You had also been thinking.

Running a club gave you a surprising amount of time to think. When Mr kim had approved your proposal of a club that multiple gangs could go to, he probably thought you would have a lot more work on your hands, but you didn’t really have that many issues.

The club had been your idea and it serves its purpose. It was ‘supposedly’ independent of all gangs. No one knew it was linked to the gang, not even the gang itself. The dancers you employed and the security staff all answer to you. Nobody except a select few knew who you answered to, so no one suspected you were a member of SVT.

SVT was one of the larger gangs, but only a select few operated undercover in the club. When the other members would come in, they would pretend not to know the undercover team as anyone more than workers there to serve them, as to not arouse the suspicions of the other patrons, who would likely belong to rival gangs.

The dancers were good at their jobs, and you paid them well, made sure to look out for them and in return they told you everything their customers told them. It was amazing what secrets men would spill with the slightest glimpse of skin. You had a large variety of dancers under your control, you could cater to many tastes which is what made your club so popular.

Most of your workers don’t know about the gang, they think that they just have to ‘keep tabs on all the gangs so we can ensure a peaceful business’ which wasn’t technically a lie.

Only you, Seungcheol, Mingyu and Mr Kim knew the clubs real purpose, which is what made it the perfect operation. If no one knew what they were actually doing, they are honest and therefore not suspicious to outsiders.

The club was a place for rival gang members to meet with each other for negotiations, they thought of it as neutral territory, no one suspected that you were watching and feeding information back to one of the largest gangs in the country.

You had to be selective with what you returned to your superior, if the gang started acting on all leads it would become suspicious. The clubs main purpose, was to fund the gang and keep an ear to the ground on other gang business, make sure no one was plotting anything against SVT.

Most of the time the information was just some gun deals or drug imports. Nice to know, but nothing of immense value to the group.

Despite this you were always on the lookout for a lead that would reap big rewards for the gang. Until then you were quite happy for the change of scenery from field missions.

You enjoyed being out in the field, but after your last mission and the toll it took on you physically, you needed time to rest. You had been resting for the past few months and were itching for your net to catch something bigger than a minor drug deal.

That's why, when you were watching the CCTV in your office and saw that three members of NCT had walked in and occupied a table at the back of the club, your eyes glued themselves to the screen.

You knew all of their faces.

After all your entire business was dealing in information. You had done your research on SVT’s main rivals. So there was no doubt in your mind that the men on the screen were Johnny, Jaehyun and Doyoung.

The three were high up in NCT’s rank, not at the top but high enough for them to be worth your time.

You quickly turned on the mic that was hidden in the wall of their booth, eager to listen in on this conversation.

“Don’t look at me like that Doyoung?”

“I don’t see why we had to come here” Doyoung sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was looking at the table, his gaze so intense it could burn hole in the center.

“Well, get used to it, if I have to stay in the area for some stupid stakeout, I’m going to stay somewhere I can enjoy myself” Johnny states, relaxing into the soft leather seat.

“We have our own club you can go to whenever you want” Doyoung states.

“Yeah on the other side of the city, this one is not gang controlled so what’s the problem. Anyway you hate our club”

“I hate all clubs” Doyoung rolls his eyes before walking over to the bar.

Jaehyun and Johnny turned their attention to the stage, watching intently as the dancers performed. They didn’t seem to be saying much so you turned your attention to Doyoung who had moved over to sit at the otherwise empty bar. It was like he was trying not to look at any of the women who were parading round with little clothes on. You noted he didn’t seem interested in any of the shirtless waiters either.

When Stephanie was serving him his drink he was looking anywhere but her body.

It was an unusual sight to see. The men that came in here were usually desperate to give the girls their undivided attention but Doyoung looked like he wanted to look anywhere else.

When Stephanie handed him his drink his eyes did not once stray from her face to her chest. She had a beautiful figure, one most men would drool over. Which is why Doyoung’s reluctance to look at it intrigued you.

You knew that he had never been seen to be with a woman, unless he was keeping them hidden from the gang scene. Given the industry you were in it wouldn’t surprise you. Having outsiders you cared about put them in danger.

You knew women threw themselves at him all the time with the intention of sleeping with him, however he would ignore all of them. Maybe he was just traditional or maybe he wasn’t interested in sex, which was why he hated strip clubs like yours.

It got you thinking. Maybe he didn’t like the clubs because the stipulation was that they were abusive to women. The girls were trapped in contracts that forced them to display their bodies for next to none of the money they bring in. You knew NCT’s club worked under that business model. It was the case for most of the clubs in the city, but not yours.

Your girls are free to leave whenever they want and you don’t specify the outfits they wear. While most chose to stick to fancy lingerie sets of bras and panties, some of your girls wore corsets that covered a little more. You wanted them to be comfortable and dance because they wanted to, not because their fathers owed money, or they witnessed the wrong thing.

Although Doyoung didn’t need to know that.

Maybe he was too gentlemanly for his perception of strip clubs, maybe he had a girlfriend hidden away. Or maybe, he just wasn't attracted to women, which was fine but for the plan you were formulating in your mind, you were hoping for the first option. As you put together the puzzle pieces in your mind, it dawned on you that this could be your chance to get close to NCT.

You called Seungcheol into your office.

He was your stand in. To the outside eyes of your patrons he was the one in charge. You usually monitored the night from your office. All your employees knew you were in charge, but you had come to the decision to have Seungcheol be the frontman.

Gang Members were more likely to respect him than they were you. You didn’t exactly look the most intimidating most of the time. Although your skills meant you could be quite deadly if you wished.

When he walked the floor he had a stern look of someone not to be messed with. He was big on security, and quick to jump in if one of the girls was being troubled.

“I have an idea about how to infiltrate NCT” you start once he had shut the door.

“What is it?” He looks intrigued as he goes to sit on the couch in front of your desk.

“Doyoung”

“The guy sat at the bar who has shown no interest in any of the girls?” he laughs “They don’t work on him”

“Exactly” you smile

“I’m confused”

“He sees this place to be the typical club, a seedy place that exploits women into making more money for rich men”

“How does that help seduce him?”

“We aren't going to seduce him. At least not in the conventional way”

“He’ll be suspicious of anyone trying to get close to him.” Seungcheol continued to look at you with a confused expression, unsure of where you could possibly be going with this.

“So we get him to get close to me”

“How?”

“By saving me from this club, after all I am a mere damsel in distress” you pout making your eyes look as big and innocent as possible as if to prove your point. You relax your face before continuing “Nobody here has seen me, they don’t know who I am. I will stay behind the bar and put on an act, even if he’s not looking he will hear what is going on.” You start to think out loud as the plan formulates more clearly in your mind.

“I need you to sell the asshole boss thing. Not all at once though, it needs to be discreet to the rest of the club, since we have regulars in tonight, but obvious to him. He needs to think that I am trapped here against my will. Switch the mic on the bar so that we can keep our stories straight. I heard they are staking out a shop over the road. So we have one, possibly two nights to plant this seed. If he takes the bait we can move from there. ”

“And if he doesn’t bite?”

“Then we haven’t lost anything. He doesn’t know about the gang or that this was a plan, it just meant I was wrong about his whole traditional gentleman vibe”

“Okay” Seungcheol agreed. Not that he had a choice. You were the boss after all.

You walk over to the costume wardrobe pulling out a red and black corset with a small lace skirt attached. The skirt came to above mid thigh but with the girls working tonight you would easily be wearing the most reserved outfit. You walk behind the screen so that Seungcheol couldn’t see you change.

“We need to move now. My character. Shy, insecure about my body but I've been forced to wear this corset that I find too revealing. I have to work behind the bar because we are short staffed. You made me wear the corset to hide my ‘un-appealing to the eye body’. I am usually a cleaner. You took me in because my father was a drug addict and needed the money. He disappeared before he repaid his debts so now i’m stuck here”

You walk around, now dressed in your outfit for the evening. You pull on some tights and some heels and make your way to the door.

“Message the bar ‘code blue’. Stephanie can go home for the day. When Mingyu arrives for his shift tell him he’s acting tonight, get him to come over and order a drink from me, make him be an asshole about it, then he can hang around the front for a bit then leave to monitor the CCTV.”

Seungcheol nods in understanding.

The two of you leave the office and walk downstairs into the private hallway. Seungcheol takes out his phone and sends a message to the till on the bar. All of the staff know the routines and codes. Mingyu had originally assigned more inventive code names but everyone kept getting confused so reluctantly he had opted for the colour system.

You look at the CCTV monitor on the wall. You see Stephanie looking at the screen of the till. She types some stuff in and closes the till up. Then she wipes the counter quickly as to look like she is just about to leave. Finally she naturally leaves the bar.

Doyoung doesn’t notice, not looking up from his phone the entire time. There was no doubt that they were staking out one of the nearby buildings from inside the club. It seemed like Doyoung was the only one doing the actual monitoring, as the other two seemed to have their attention focused elsewhere.

The hallway you were standing in had a door that lead to behind the bar. So you knew that once you opened it he would be able to hear you despite the music that filled the club. It tended to be quieter towards the back of the club where the bar was.

“It’s now or never” Seungcheol nods to you. His hand grips the handle as he opens the door.

“I can’t I’ve never done it before” your voice panicked.

“If I had any other option I wouldn’t put you out there, your figure is hardly going to entice any customers, but we are short and at least behind the bar they can’t see so much of you.” disgust fills his voice.

“Okay” you make your voice small.

You hunch your shoulders over and shuffle out the door to behind the bar. You walk over to the till, being sure not to look up from the floor. Once you reach the till you make sure to push a few buttons that made it look like you didn’t know how to use it properly.

You continued to look at the floor as you held onto the skirt of your corset, trying to pull it down as much as you could.

You could feel Doyoung’s eyes on you,but you didn't look at him.

This could work if you played it right.

“Excuse me” Mingyu’s voice was almost unrecognisable in his condescending tone.

Mingyu liked playing this role, sometimes a little too much. You hoped for the sake of the operation that he didn’t overdo it. He was usually security, but whenever you needed someone to act like an asshole customer, he was your man.

You timidly looked up at him.

“S-sorry what can I get you?” your eyes dart around, making sure not to look him in the eyes.

“Whiskey” he grumbles.

You nod before grabbing a glass with shaking hands and pouring his drink. You can hear the bottle clinking against the glass as your hands trembled, you made sure to spill some on the counter for good measure.

“For Fuck sake” Mingyu groans, rolling his eyes and tapping his fingers against the bar impatiently.

You give him his drink, he hands you the money, which you drop on the floor before hastily picking it up and putting it in the till. Mingyu takes his drink and walks past Doyoung, murmuring something to himself about how the club must be taking in strays of the street nowadays.

You take the cloth from the sink and begin wiping down the counters. You could feel his eyes on you the whole time. You had to choose the right moment to engage with him. This operation depends on it.

“Excuse me” you hear a soft voice. They were the same words but they sounded completely different coming from him. Doyoung’s voice was hesitant, as if you were a small animal that if he spoke too loud, would get frightened and run away.

This plan could work.

Doyoung’s POV

“Excuse me” I say softly

For the first time since she came to the bar she looked at me. Her eyes did nothing to hide her fear.

“Y-yes” she stutters.

“Could I have another glass of wine please?”

She nods her head, grabbing another wine class and pouring me a glass of white wine.

I don’t even like white wine. But I still thanked her once she gave it to me.

“Do you usually work at the bar?”

She shakes her head “I’m a cleaner but we are short staffed tonight, so here I am” she smiles sadly.

She goes back to cleaning the sides, it seemed to comfort her. Her arms were not trembling as much as she ran the cloth over the marble counter. The bar was already spotless but she still kept cleaning.

She kept looking over to the side to one of the corridors with a worried expression. A quick look and I saw the owner leaning against the wall. She was clearly trying to keep herself busy, stacking glasses and cleaning the sides, stopping every so often to adjust her corset and pull her skirt down. She looked as if she could not be more uncomfortable. The sight alone was heartbreaking.

I continued to drink the wine that she had given me. It tasted horrible but I pressed on. She had forgotten to charge me for it anyway.

She didn’t look like she wanted to talk. She looked like she wanted her shift to be over so she could go home and crawl inside a blanket. I kept watching her for a while, completely neglecting the stakeout I was meant to be monitoring. I’m sure Yuta could handle it on his own from the van around the corner

She would serve the customers that came to the bar, which were not many. Most of them were too engrossed in the ‘entertainment’ to bother to get their own drinks. Most of them were civil towards her but were clearly annoyed by her inexperience, shy persona and the fact that her cleavage was not on full display for them to gawk at.

I wonder how she ended up here.

She said she was a cleaner, which certainly isn’t the most glamorous of jobs but judging by how uncomfortable she is in her current attire, it seems she would much prefer to be cleaning the bathroom. She seemed so out of place here. A shy innocent girl stood behind the bar of a strip club.

A loud crash interrupted my thoughts.

“Shit” I hear her curse to herself.

I look over the bar, there is glass everywhere, the remains of several wine glasses, shattered on the floor.

She panickedly looked over to the corridor. Eyes widening as she sees her boss walking towards her at a brisk pace.

“For fuck sake. What do you think you are doing you stupid bitch?” he whisper shouts as he approaches her

“Sorry. I’m so sorry” she apologises frantically to him as he marches around the bar. She flinches away, trying to get as far away as possible from him without causing a scene. “You are so fucking useless. Clean this shit up. You’re paying for the damages.”

“Yes sir. Sorry sir” she bows her head submissively.

The man turns to me “I’m sorry for her incompetence and her appearance. We were desperate for staff tonight. I hope you understand.” he bows his head to me.

Scumbag.

Once he had disappeared. She bent down to start cleaning up the mess.

I don’t know what came over me but before I knew it I was behind the bar helping her pick glass shards off the floor and put them in the bucket.

“You should be careful of your feet” I warn as I notice her heels, they were black and consisted of lots of straps. Her feet were exposed, and the shoes clearly didn’t fit her properly. She was no doubt made to wear them at the last minute.

“You don’t need to help me sir. Cleaning is one thing I can do” she smiles sadly to herself as she grabs a dustpan and begins sweeping up the smaller shards of glass.

“I want to help” I smile. For the first time this evening she looks at my face properly, not a subtle glance then nervously averting her eyes. Instead she looked at me and the fear in her eyes seemed to disappear. Being this close to her, I noticed the soft features of her face. Her smooth skin and her beautiful eyes. She deserved so much better than this shitty place.

“Thank you.”She smiles appreciatively.

“You’re not like the guys the girls tell me stories about” she mutters to herself, focusing on the floor.

“Thank you.”

Her eyes widened as she realised I had heard her. Her expression was cute.

“You’re not like most of the girls here either” I smile.

“I know” she mutters sadly, pulling her skirt down again and attempting to hide her face with her hair and looked towards the floor yet again.

“Hey.” I say to get her attention.

She looks up at me. “I meant it as a compliment” I smile, pushing her hair away from her face. She seemed confused by the action but didn’t shy away from it.

Once the floor was clear I stood up, holding out my hand to help her stand. She took it, stumbling slightly in her heels. I steadied her, letting her go when I was sure she had caught her footing. She backs away from me, going to wash her hands in the sink.

I return to my seat at the bar. Thinking over the previous events.

I wasn’t sure how I was feeling. Women never seem to catch my attention eventhough most of the time it is what they desperately crave. Although this woman seems like she would rather have nobody’s attention, yet she has complete control over mine.

“What is your name?” I find myself asking

“Y/N” she mutters.

“Why do you work here Y/N?”

She sighs “My father was a drug addict. He borrowed money from the owner and couldn’t pay it back. My father left the country to escape his debts. Mr Choi found me and told me I had to work off what my father owed him. He said I could clean since I would deter customers if I were front of house. At least my father only owed money to him and not some gang or something. It could be worse” she says dismissively.

I was about to ask her more questions when another woman walked over to the bar.

“Y/N what are you doing out here?” she asks in concern.

“We were short so I had to cover” she sighs.

“Okay, I’ll take the bar now you can go. I think Mr Choi wants to see you.”

“Ok.Thank you” she hugs the woman, clearly relieved she doesn’t have to stay behind the bar any longer. She leaves the bar and begins to walk reluctantly over to the corridor.

“Y/N wait” I shout. Following her quickly. I caught up to her as she turns to look at me in confusion.

“I want to speak to your boss”

“W-why” she mutters nervously.

“I just need to speak to him”

“Oh, okay” she says nervously leading me to the door on the far end of the corridor.

She knocks gently.

“Come in” I hear his gruff voice from inside.

She timidly pushes the door open, before she can enter I step in front of her. She looks at me in confusion. “Wait here” I enter the room shutting the door behind me.

“Who are you?” the man behind the desk stands up. Clearly surprised to see me.

“I have come to talk about Y/N”

“I am terribly sorry if she has caused you any trouble, rest assured she will be disciplined accordingly”

I scrunch my face up in disgust.

“That is not what I came to talk about”

He looks confused for a second.

“How much does her father owe you?”

“Her remaining total is $20,000. Why?”

“I’m paying it for her”

“What? Why would you do that? I must say she is a frigid bitch. If it’s a woman you’re after I recommend choosing another one” he chuckles.

He barely had time to blink before I was in front of him with my hand around his throat.

“Now you listen here. You will never talk about her in such a way again” I tighten the grip on his neck. He squirms as he struggles for breath.

“I will pay you what you are owed and I will be taking her with me. If you so much as look in her direction again I will not hesitate to kill you.”

The man struggles against me, desperately trying to break free, but it was futile for him

“Am I understood?” I ask sternly

He nods his head frantically as he claws at my hands.

I let him go. He crumples to the floor, gasping heavily.

“I will send a colleague with your payment tomorrow. She is leaving tonight and never coming back.” I leave him on the floor as I walk out of the room.

She is sitting leaning against the wall opposite the door in front of me as I shut the door once again.

“Did you hear all that?” I ask.

“No. Mr Choi doesn't like it when people listen to his private conversations”

I hold my hand out to help her stand. She gladly takes it and pushes herself up off the floor.

“You’re free” I smile at her.

“What?” She looks at me with so much confusion on her face.

“You don’t owe him anything anymore. You can leave here tonight and never come back.” I explain.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve paid off your debt”

“But why would you do that?”

“You deserve better than this place”

She looks around, her eyebrows scrunching as she tries to process the information. I feel my phone ringing in my back pocket. Looking at the screen.

Johnny.

“Hello” I sigh

“Where are you? we have to get back to the van” Johnnys voice sounds urgent

“I’ll meet you there”

“Hurry up or Yuta will get annoyed and you know he will tell Taeyong that we left the van”

I hang up

“I have to leave now. Get your things and go home” I take out a pen from my jacket pocket. “Here is my number call me tomorrow okay” I write my personal number down on the soft skin of her hand.

“O-Okay” she nods. I offer her a small smile, squeezing her hand in reassurance before turning to walk away.

“W-Wait” she calls. I turn back. She had hardly spoken more than a mumble all night so her voice took me by surprise.

“I don’t even know your name”

“Doyoung” I call back to her with a smile.

Y/N’s pov

I stared in disbelief as he walked away. After a few minutes the door in front of me opened. Seungcheol leant against the doorway with a sly smirk on his face. “They’ve left the building”

I follow him into his office chuckling as I take a seat on the sofa. “The plan was much more effective than I could imagine.”

“Where do we go from here?” he asks.

“I can’t be here too much longer, no doubt he’s keeping an eye out for me leaving. I also can’t come back here, it would be too suspicious. For now you’re in charge of the club. I’ll call Mr Kim once I get home and tell him what is going on. ”

“Ok, be sure to look after yourself.” Seungcheol joins me on the sofa wrapping his arms around me tightly. “I’ll miss you”

“Me too.” I smiled sadly, gently tracing the red marks that were dominantly present around his neck. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I'm fine. The fucker has a tight grip on him though” He holds me for a moment before letting me go.

I go back to my office, changing quickly into a pair of jeans, a shirt and a jacket before grabbing my purse and phone and leaving the club.

I look around the street outside the back entrance to the club. I see a grey van parked by the side of the road. I pretend not to notice it as I walk past. Knowing that Doyoung was probably watching from there.

Instead I kept my head down and walked quickly. As it was incredibly late and not safe for a woman to be walking home on her own. So I pretended I wasn’t trained and highly lethal in hand to hand combat and shuffled home at a brisk pace with my phone held tightly in my hands.

After showering and climbing into bed I grab my phone and call Mr Kim.

“Yes” I hear his cold voice on the other side of the line. Mr Kim was never one for unnecessary chit chat.

“Hello Mr Kim. I have an update on infiltrating NCT”

“And what is that?” for the first time since I met the elusive leader, his voice seemed to have some sort of interest in it.

“Three members entered the club today sir. With the help of Seungcheol I have managed to get Kim Doyoung to approach me. He believes he has saved me from my life of torment at the hands of Seungcheol, I am to call him tomorrow.”

“Interesting. He has no idea as to who you are?”

“No he doesn’t, I am certain. My plan is to continue my character in the hopes he lets his guard down. The way he acted tonight could suggest romantic, or at least protective intentions, if this is the case we have our way in.”

“Good Work. Starting now. You are to have no contact with anyone from the gang, including me, until such a time comes where you have information that we can use. This infiltration will take time, but I am confident in you that you will be successful.”

“Yes sir. Thank you sir”

The line went dead.

The mission to get Kim Doyoung to fall in love with me was truly underway.

Part 2 coming soon

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