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malfoys-demigod · 4 years ago

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"I guess this is a lesson in not trusting people”

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested by @potatothingsz

-> Hiii! I am a big fan of you honestlyyy eee i have read almost every blog of yours (mainly dracos-) anyway! I was wondering if you are open for requests rn? If not totally understand! But if you are tho i hope i can request one? Its a draco x reader one the story goes that draco is fighting with (whatever guy in hp) the reason is that the random guy basically have a crush on you (y/n is dating draco) then draco gets arrogant about it then y/n hears it then they fight cuz of things draco said!Gb!

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this!

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“And that’s how my parents met the headmaster of Ilvermorny School, all the way in America!” Pansy excitingly shared the news with you and Daphne by the Great Hall.

“How excellent, Pansy,” you said, interested in the conversation, “You should definitely tell your parents to bring you next time.”

“Oh my gosh,” Daphne said, sounding so surprised, “It’s only a week before holiday starts! Why don’t you ask them to spend the holidays with you over there? Wouldn’t an American holiday sound fantastic to you?”

“I second that,” you agreed, “Pansy, you would have the most exciting trip ever!”

Pansy liked the idea of spending the holidays in America, so she smiled, grinning as if it was a mischievous plan. “That is such a smart idea, who knows, I could return from the holiday’s with an American boyfriend!”

“You wish,” you teased, lightly nudging her shoulder.

Before Pansy could come back with a funny remark, Blaise bursted into the Great Hall, causing many eyes to look at him as he was running towards the three of you. He seemed terrified out of his life, as there was fear in his eyes, which was something you’ve barely seen from him. He was such a relaxed and reserved person most of the time, so acting like this without caring if people now paid attention to him was a first.

He placed his hands on your shoulders, huffing and puffing breath.

“What’s troubling you, Blaise?” you placed a hand on his hand, sounding deeply concerned.

He was still huffing and puffing when he said, “Malfoy. Fight. Outside. Now.”

It was like this new, uplifting energy came out of nowhere when you immediately stood up from the table and started dashing out of the Great Hall, along with your friends who followed behind.

There were so many thoughts madly entering your mind, swimming around and suggesting the most horrid reasons as to why Draco was involved in a fight. You were very much aware that he liked making dramatic debates and conversations with practically much everyone at school. But to make a huge scene that caused Blaise to briefly trouble you to stop what you were doing was something petrifying to experience.

Mindlessly, you made several turns around the castle, following Blaise, who had quickly followed your pace, guiding you to the crowd by the outskirts of the castle. It was by the balcony which gave a side perspective of the vast body of water which Viktor Krum and his school used to travel by ship.

It was about time when you were faced with your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, involving himself in a serious and intense magic and physical battle with Cormac McLaggen, a Gryffindor who was in the year above you.

They have seemed to be quite in focus with the fight, ignoring the crowd’s chants and cheers. Honestly, one thing to be quite disappointed in at some point were the people’s reactions and follow-ups when it came to witnessing fights. There were crowds that would stop and call for help, and there were crowds that would watch the fight as if it was pure entertainment.

You were given the crowd that would watch the fight as if it was pure entertainment, saldy.

Since there was so much going through your mind, without thinking, you jumped into the middle of the fight, hoping you wouldn’t be hit with a spell or a fist fight.

“Enough!” you yelled, raising both your hands to the side, for both opponents to see. They terrifyingly lowered their wands, looking around the crowd, agitated with the eyes around them.

Once they had your attention, you angrily heaved a breath out of your system, which resulted from the start of a massive headache. You heatedly walked to the side your boyfriend was standing by and threw out your hands hysterically.

“What the bloody hell is going on, Draco!”

He did not reply, as he remained silent. He began looking down at the ground with disappointment and struggle in his face, realizing the damage he had placed himself. He was breathing in and out, holding his wand tightly with such distress in his grip.

You absolutely did not have the luxury to receive more silent treatment from him, for you were enraged and impatient with the silence. You rolled your eyes with such fury, “Explain, dammit!”

From the other side of the paused, rather ended battle, Cormac showed a condoling facial expression, which made him slowly walk to the other side, where you and Draco were standing by. He placed a hand on your shoulder, which caused you to briskly turn around.

He then placed a hand on his chest and said, “I believe I am at fault, Y/N.” he suggested, “He must have overheard me telling my friends how I fancied you and got distressed about it. I should have tried to reason with him more because if I did, we wouldn’t have had this fight. I’m sorry.”

You felt pity for Cormac, which caused you to shake your head in disagreement. ‘No,’ you mouthed to him. Disappointed in Draco, you sighed with such upset in your voice that when you turned to him with such a let down on your face, you said, “Bloody hell, Draco, he was the slightest threat you have encountered in your life. You are a foolish person for wanting to start a fight which is considered by everyone with the right mind to be useless. Damn you, Draco.”

Draco stressly placed the palms of his hands on his temples, placing pressure on it, “Y/N, I saw him as a potential threat to our relationship. I thought showing him that you were mine would be able to keep him from destroying our relationship, what we have together!”

You disgracefully shook your head upon hearing the madness he called for an excuse. “Unbelievable, Draco.” You looked back to Cormac with a sympathetic look on your face, “First of all Cormac, you are not at fault here,” which he gave a small, hesitant nod as response.

Then you pathetically turned back to Draco, “As for you, Draco Malfoy, you are in every way in the wrong. You’re the one who destroyed our relationship. That was certainly not the way to show him that I was yours. This made me rethink if the need to do that was even necessary! How could you possibly see him as a threat when you know I’m in love with you? I guess this is a lesson in not trusting your significant other, right? Because it seems like I guess I’ve never been a trustworthy person, especially concerning what we have together.”

Draco rolled his head in frustration and annoyance. He scoffed, “Please, don’t say that Y/N, you’re making me seem like the bad person here.”

You scoffed back, but with much anger, “But you are,” you coldy replied. Without thinking, you announced, “Consider us on a break, Draco Malfoy. Don’t bother owling me during the holidays. It’ll be nothing but a waste of parchments on your end.”

Finished with the debate you had with Draco, you gracefully turned around and placed a hand on Cormac’s shoulder, “Very sorry, Cormac. I still hope you have a lovely holiday despite this.” With a small nod from the older boy, it was your cue.

You turned around, walking away from the scene without thinking of the glares and whispers surrounding you. They were nothing but an audience with no respect whatsoever. Gossip all they want, they’ve got the scoop anyways.

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You walked among the glaring eyes around you, trying to find a suitable cart to occupy. Surely in most situations, you would be happy to sit anywhere. But many would be really uncomfortable to be sitting around the talk of the town, which meant that they couldn’t use you as a conversation starter while they commuted back to the platform.

Thank goodness for Pansy and Daphne, who you found, securing you an empty cart amidst many occupied and packed carts between yours.

“Hey, Y/N,” Pansy warmly greeted you, helping you place your bags up on the rack.

“I got it thanks,” you told her, pushing your bags with strength.

You plopped down, sitting between the two girls, who looked like they weren’t sure of what to talk about since the travel back to the platform would take awhile. Daphne was playing with her fingers, while Pansy was trying to get Daphne to look up and mouth a conversation.

These girls were the absolute worst in trying to make things discreet but they happened to be attempting to converse with you in the most normal way, without thinking of bringing up anything Draco related.

“Anytime this week would be lovely, girls.”

“Wh-what?” Pansy let out an exposed laugh, “What do you possibly mean, Y/N?”

“Come on,” you rolled your head, “Can’t think of making things normal without happening to mention or bring up Draco and my whole outburst in school?”

You checked the two girls, who were cheekily smiling with such guilt on their faces. You chuckled, standing up to move to the other side of the cart, to sit, facing in front of them.

“You two are the silliest,” you crossed your arms with a comfortable look on your face, “I’m not made out of glass, fools. Come on, the worst things could happen to me.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Daphne cooled down, sighing a relief, “We were just being extra concerned that’s all.”

“And of course…” Pansy seemed to have a hard time continuing the sentence for a second as she tilted her head, mumbling the name ‘Draco’, as she continued, “Most likely isn’t taking it well. We haven’t seen or checked up on him, just to let you know!” she promised, waving her arms out, hoping you wouldn’t bust.

Daphne nudged Pansy’s shoulder, looking at her with an angry look, “You said you wouldn’t mention him! The hell is wrong with you?”

“Me? She said it was alright!” Pansy revolted in annoyance.

“Take it easy, you two,” you warned them. “You two are making things even more weird, and I’m just sitting here telling you not to look at me as fragile!”

“Right, sorry,” they both said embarrassingly.

“I just want to let you two know that this whole holiday of mine will be definitely a time for me to invigorate and rejuvenate on my everyday perspectives. I do not know what my parents have in store for this holiday but either way, I am going to throw this whole year away and focus on building for next year, especially when we come back from holiday.”

“That’s brilliant, Y/N! How magnificent, we will definitely be there to support you through owling you every day.”

You sorrily tilted your head with an open mouth, “Well I’m going to have to ask you the same I warned Draco about.”

“You’re saving us from wasting parchment.”

“I’m sorry, I just think, in order to focus on fixing myself, I-”

“Hey,” Pansy said, as both her and Daphne switched to the other side to sit beside you, “We get it, Y/N and we cannot wait to see you once the break ends.”

“One last group hug before we go our separate ways for a little while?”

In the cart that Draco occupied, it was a whole different energy.

During the first part of the ride back to the platform, Draco did not care about searching for an empty cart, or relying on friends. All he did was present a short, cold glare in front of first years, who willingly stood up and rushed out, forgetting that they were about to give away their seats to a couple of older Slytherins.

“Slow gits,” Draco muttered, swimming in his way into the cart as he threw his bag up into the rack without care and depressingly jumped on the seat by the view, which he used to ponder and stare with such a sigh coming from his mouth.

“Chill down mate,” Blaise had the guts, kindly warning his friend, who he sat beside.

Blaise was surprised when Draco calmly replied with, “Whatever, Zabini. I’m calm.”

Given this, he decided to take the advantage and reason out with him. He moved around his seat, trying to shift somewhat nearer to him. “You clearly aren’t. I reckon it’s going to rain over your whole holiday at home.”

“It won’t.” Draco gritted his teeth.

Blaise clasped his hands, shaking his head once, “How do you personally feel about the whole situation, mate?”

Draco looked at him with sore eyes and quickly jumped and leaned exaggeratingly, “Me? Personally? I-” then he turned his body around, facing the entire wall with the window, “Forget it. I don’t have time for this girl-talk.”

There was a small suggestion of fear in your mind because there was always a possibility of bumping into Draco thanks to the many gatherings your parents were invited to. It would have been extremely discomposing to see the boy you had called ‘breaks’ on before the holiday started. It would make things more complicated to remember that there were more adults than children in these parties, making it more difficult to find people to converse with.

Luckily, your parents surprisingly cancelled their parties, wanting to spend time with you more. They weren’t cruel or always self-centered, but they were very social when it came to gatherings and mingling with other wizards. So, hearing about this really felt like Merlin was on your side this year.

With the opportunity to tune out from the outside world, staying at home really made things easier to recollect yourself in these struggling times.

There was absolutely no distraction from anyone, giving you time to think about Draco.

It may have been advantageous to give yourself a break from the relationship. Draco, as you obviously know, can be very outspoken. He is the kind of person who wouldn’t be scared to speak up and share his thoughts in any way possible.

He was a head-strong person, the kind of guy that would really go out of his way to execute whatever he felt like doing.

What he did for you was… out of hand yes, but when you think about it, he was thinking about you. As a person who isn’t afraid of fighting for honor and the truth, he just couldn’t help himself and protect your relationship.

Maybe he could have thought things through and settled his issue with Cormac in a more lighter attempt, but if you step into his shoes, you were being Draco Malfoy. He did not want to use the luxury of time and think things through. He was the person who would do it before thinking.

Plus, he may or may not have anger issues, especially when it came to other boys concerning you. A simple talk about you behind his back would really be an issue for him. The least mess he can do is brag about you if they decided to talk about you when he’s nearby.

Huh, you actually chuckled at that last thought. Whether what Draco did was right or wrong, he did love you and what he did was for you. Maybe you were a bit harsh on him, but that’s the thing, all of these trace back to love.

Maybe you thought that he didn’t trust you enough, maybe you were just blinded by so many things.

It was probably right to give Draco another chance when the holiday ended.

When it did, you had a clear conscience as you were making your way back into one of your favorite places: The Slytherin Common Room. Nothing felt like home than going back to the best common room ever. The weather was still cool, so being around the fireplace was a great idea to warm up.

Someone had already beaten you to it, though. Walking past with your luggage, your eyes darted towards a platinum blonde hair, resting by the cushions of the sofa by the fireplace. Being curious, you slowly brought your luggage with you, calmly walking towards the sofa. You peeked in, seeing a sleeping Draco Malfoy.

He seemed to look extremely comfortable with himself. He was wearing a green jumper with a cup of hot chocolate by the coffee table. Had he stayed here all along throughout the holiday?

To answer your question, Draco’s eyes suddenly fluttered open. His grey eyes were looking at the ceiling for a minute. Still standing there, his eyes now moved towards you. You could see the extreme tiredness in his eyes. A lot could be said by his eyes, aside from tiredness.

There were dark circles surrounding his eyes. They could be as dark as half-wahed eyeliner kind of dark. It was awful, he must have shed bitter tears that went on for hours. You could see a hint of pink in his eyes, meaning he did recently cry.

The two of you had a staring contest, as Draco continued looking at you, but as if you were just a dream. You could tell by the way his eyes were narrow, looking half-asleep. You decided that it was time to break the staring contest and be the first to take action.

To test if he was half-asleep, you dropped your luggage, creating a big ‘thug’ sound, and moved around the sofa, to which he responded by having his eyes follow you. You made your final stop when you stood in front of the ends of the sofa, where his feet were dangling off.

To your surprise, he lifted his feet, wanting you to sit on the sofa. You didn’t want to keep him waiting, so you quickly sat yourself on the sofa, having his feet, covered in green and red socks rest on your lap. Your eyes moved from the color of his socks to his grey eyes, as he was still looking at you.

“I’m sorry,” you said, placing a hand on his ankle. You held on his ankle, tightening your grip as you looked at him with sympathy. You looked down immediately, feeling embarrassed and uneasy.

Draco sat up rapidly, removing his feet from your lap as he decided to place himself sitting beside you. His lower body was facing the fireplace, but his upper body was twisted, looking at you with full attention.

He placed his finger on your chin, causing you to look at his worn-out, grey eyes. “No,” he shook his head, “Merlin knows that it should be me saying that. You know that.”

His soft, post-crying voice wanted to melt or shatter your heart, making you frown in front of him. “What I do know is that I went too far in scolding you. It was wrong of me.”

“The amount of scolding was enough for me to realize the immature actions and misfortunes that I have caused. Without you, I wouldn’t be able to realize how much of a childish git I am.” He took your hands slowly, bringing them to him with such a feeling in his heart. “I can’t ask you to forgive me because I’m embarrassed of myself. You deserve so much more than what I offer as a partner. Please do whatever you think is right for yourself before hearts shatter even more.”

Your heart felt like dropping from the sky, collapsing in a pool full of sorrow after hearing those words come out of Draco’s mouth. Was he allowing you to break up with him? What could he possibly mean? There was absolutely no way he could let you do that. He was being out of his mind.

You let go of him holding your hands, to which his eyes widened to, only for you to wrap yourself around him, tightly and strongly embracing him with such love in your body. “Are you out of your mind? We can get through this, Draco. Leaving you after this would show that our love for each other would never be strong as I hoped to imagine. I’m staying with you because we have so much in store for each other. This is merely a minor bump in this journey you and I walk on.”

You could feel Draco let out a small sob from his eyes as he hugged you back, trying to squeeze and restrain himself from continuing to cry even more. “I love you.” was what he tried muttering without sounding like he was going to break down.

You nodded, wanting to join his crying session should he stop holding himself from. “I love you more than you know it.”

He slowly pulled himself from you, looking away from you. He stood up, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“What’s the matter?”

“I know you said I’d be wasting parchments,” he replied, removing something from his sling bag, which was by the other end of the sofa, “But I wrote you letters that I ended up keeping during the holiday.”

He brought back with him a thick load of envelopes, ribboned with a green ribbon. He looked at you with a warm smile and handed it to you, “I give you the honor of burning it.”

You scoffed, “Burn it? I’d love to see what you were yearning for while you wrote this.” you teased him.

Draco felt a hint of embarrassment in his eyes as he tried grabbing it back from you. You sneakily pulled it away from him, “Uh, uh, uh” you waved your finger.

Draco smirked, jumping on you as he continued to attempt getting the letters from you. This caused the both of you to fall from the sofa and the day continued as the two of you fought on the ground, trying to play like childish children, ignoring the other students arriving in the common room.

Looks like news would spread that love is in the air again as the power couple is back on track with their relationship.

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schrijverr · 3 years ago

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The Fear of God... Or Auntie in this Case

5 Times Midoriya and Bakugo Mentioned their Auntie & 1 Time Everyone Met Them

Bakugo and Midoriya are childhood friends, while they don't always act like it, they have their moments where it's undeniable.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none, but tell me if I missed any!

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Midoriya was in the kitchen with Iida and Uraraka drinking something after hero classes. They had fought other classmates and Midoriya had gotten his ass handed by Bakugo, who had perfected a new ultimate move.

Bakugo entered the kitchen and Midoriya smiled and waved: “Hi, Kacchan!”

“What was that pitiful performance today, Deku?” Bakugo spat as greeting, “If this is your best, I’ll be the No. 1 hero unopposed easily. It was pathetic.”

“I will work hard and beat you next time, Kacchan!” Midoriya was unbothered by Bakugo’s harshness, “Your new move was effective, but not unbeatable. I’ll get you next time.”

“You’d better try, don’t need more extra’s in my life,” Bakugo huffed.

To anyone else it would seem like an insult, but Midoriya only heard that so far he wasn’t considered an extra, which was high praise from Bakugo. So, he just smiled: “I’ll try. Also mom wants to know what you want to eat next Friday.”

“Tell her to make her super spicy curry,” Bakugo replied.

“But it’s so hot,” Midoriya whined.

“You can take it, I’ve seen you eat it without blinking before, Deku,” he huffed, “Besides, we ate katsudon last time, you don’t get to complain.”

Midoriya’s smile returned at that and he agreed: “That’s true, I’ll text her.”

“You’re eating together on the weekend you get to go home?” Uraraka asked from where she and Iida had followed the conversation from the sidelines.

“Huh, yeah, why wouldn’t we?” Midoriya said confused.

“Oh, you just don’t seem to like each other very much, that’s all,” Uraraka squeaked.

“What do you know, round-face,” Bakugo shoved his hands in his pockets and turned away.

“Don’t be rude, Kacchan,” Midoriya scolded.

“Their fault for being stupid,” Bakugo shrugged then walked off, while Midoriya rolled his eyes at his actions.

When Bakugo hadleft he turned back to Iida and Uraraka and explained: “It’s a bit of a tradition to eat together on Fridays. Our moms used to be very close and Kacchan’s parents would work late on Fridays, so mom would get me and Kacchan from school and we’d eat together, because Kacchan’s parents would be home late and that way they didn’t have to cook. In return they would bring me to school on Monday mornings when my mom had to work.”

“And why are still doing it?” Uraraka asked, “Not to be rude, I just don’t get it, since you’re always fighting.”

“Ah, well, we didn’t do it in Middle School anymore, but when we both got into UA mom and auntie picked up contact again and she wanted to see me too when we got back from the dorms and mom had the same with Kacchan, so we started again,” Midoriya told her like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“And you’re okay with that?”

“What?” Midoriya stuttered.

“Uraraka, don’t be intrusive, it’s unbecoming of a hero to pry into other people’s business,” Iida was seemingly back online and in scolding mode.

“Ah, sorry,” she quickly apologized.

“Don’t worry, Uraraka!” Midoriya smiled, “I guess it was weird at first, but me and Kacchan have known each other since before we could walk. We’re good now.”

And with that Midoriya left, not noticing that both Iida and Uraraka had difficulty wrapping their heads around the fact that despite everything, Midoriya and Bakugo still shared a close bond that included eating dinner with the other’s parents regularly.

It wasn’t that they hadn’t known they were childhood friends, but with how they could be around each other and how their relationship had been at the start of the year, it was sometimes hard to connect that to their classmates.

However, the dorms were shedding more light on the vast amount of time the two had spend together throughout their life.

Another instance like this happened a few weeks later. Midoriya had worked till late the day before and wasn’t up by the time most were already eating their breakfast.

Bakugo entered the kitchen and asked: “Where’s Deku? That dumbass is usually here way too early, did he already leave of something?”

Tsu said: “He went to bed late last night, I think he’s still in bed, kero.”

“Stupid,” Bakugo huffed, before grabbing a bowl, pan and some ingredients, apparently done with the topic and starting breakfast for himself.

He was plating the final pancake, everyone confused why he’d made two plates, when Midoriya stumbled into the kitchen, his uniform looking a mess as he wrestled with his hair. As he walked, he noticed the plate and his eyes lit up: “Pancakes!”

“Don’t ruin them with that stupid syrup,” Bakugo only replied as if it was completely normal that he made breakfast for Midoriya when the boy was running late.

“Syrup doesn’t ruin them, you with your boring only butter just don’t know taste,” he stuck out his tongue, swiping one of the plates.

“Oi, I can take those back, Deku,” Bakugo threatened.

“Sorry, Kacchan, thank you for the pancakes,” Midoriya bowed, quickly retreating with his prize, but not before snatching the syrup off the counter.

“Idiot,” Bakugo huffed.

Kaminari broke the confused silence with: “Since when do you make breakfast for anyone?”

“I don’t make breakfast for anyone,” Bakugo said, “I just want auntie to murder me because Deku is too stupid to make breakfast for himself and dies.”

“Auntie?” Mina asked, but she was ignored by Bakugo, who went back to eating his own pancakes and scowling at the world.

Sadly for Bakugo, his friends were a lot nosier than Midoriya’s, so when they encountered a snippet of a side of Bakugo that they didn’t know, they wanted to get to the bottom of it.

They tried asking Bakugo about it, but the boy just grumbled about them being nosy and it not being a big deal. Asking Midoriya didn’t help much either, he just shrugged that pancakes were his favorite and he and Kacchan were childhood friends.

That explained little and only added more questions.

Naturally they pestered Bokugo after that, popping up to ask questions like: “When did you two meet?” “Don’t know, too young to remember.” “Are there pictures of you two?” “None of your business.” “Is that a yes?” “Leave me the fuck alone before I blow you face off.”

So, they were pouting in the common room, brainstorming ideas when a situation arose naturally, since Midoriya was on a nearby couch playing a board game with Momo and Tokoroki.

“Can I play red?” he asked, “It’s my favorite color.”

“Sure, I want the black one, it’s stylish,” Momo said.

“Favorite color?” Tokoroki asked.

“Yeah,” Midoriya smiled, “What’s yours?”

“Never thought about it, I suppose,” Tokoroki said.

“Really?” Momo asked.

Tokoroki shrugged, while Midoriya offered: “You can pick a favorite color now. Which color do you like the best? Any color bring you joy?”

At that Tokoroki pulled a thinking face, obviously putting a bit too much thought in a such a silly question as what’s your favorite color.

It was at this moment that Bakugo entered. He spotted the unstarted board game and Tokoroki’s extreme thinking face and yelled: “Oi, Icy-Hot, what are you thinking so hard about? Finding start really that hard?”

“Don’t be mean, Kacchan,” Midoriya called back, “Tokoroki is picking a favorite color, that’s important.”

“Pshh, favorite colors are stupid and for babies, I don’t have one,” Bakugo said.

“Oh, really?” Midoriya asked, a shit eating tone creeping into his voice that made Bakugo and the others look up with suspicion, “I vaguely remember something about green being your favorite color.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Deku,” Bakugo’s tone was threateningand trying to stop the conversation.

“Really?” Midoriya said, before doing an impression of what was presumably a small Bakugo, “Please, auntie, can you make me a green birthday cake? It’s the bestest color and I want a cake with leaves on it, please, auntie?”

“Shut up!” Bakugo launched himself over the couch to tackle Midoriya, who shrieked as he tried to get away to no avail.

Bakugo mercilessly tickled him as he tried to fight him off through the giggles. Meanwhile Todoroki said: “I think I like blue best,” not noticing or caring about the spectacle that was Bakugo and Midoriya.

After the other had been threatened, Bakugo stomped off, while Midoriya could only give them the reason of being childhood friends for all this.

It was a reasonable explanation, but it was slightly unbelievable that Midoriya had only been mildly maimed in that encounter. The two of them shouldn’t work as friends, no matter how long they’d spend together.

They just shouldn’t.

There must be another reason for them to be close enough for these random encounters to happen, they just had to find it.

So, a small group was on high alert whenever the two were in the same room. They watched like hawks for something to happen that could explain their friendship, so when Bakugo got a call from his mother, no one left the room, just in case Midoriya walked in. Instead they just pretended to be absorbed in whatever they were doing while they waited.

After a few minutes their patience was rewarded, because Midoriya walked into the room right as Bakugo was saying: “Yes, I’m eating just fine, you old hag.”

“Auntie?” he asked with a shine in his eyes.

Bakugo lowered the phone for a second and rolled his eyes: “Yeah, it’s her,” before going back to the conversation with a, “I’m listening, I’m listening, geez, Izu wanted to know if it was you,” a small silence, “Yes, he’s here.”

Midoriya leaned over the back of the couch next to Bakugo on the side of the phone and called out: “Hi, auntie, how are you? Everything good with the business, I hope?”

With a sigh, Bakugo angled the phone so that both could listen to whatever his mother was saying, not even that annoyed that his private phone call got hijacked.

“Yeah, he’s eating his greens,” Midoriya chirped, earning him a glare, but Bakugo didn’t shove him off, “Still not eating the turnips though.”

“They’re gross, I don’t care what you think,” Bakugo complained, “And Izu is staying up late to do his homework.”

“That’s mean,” Midoriya pouted, before assuring Bakugo’s mother, “He’s lying, it’s just much work, but nothing unreasonable. And the only reason he knows, is because he’s still up as well. So, if I’m late, so is he.”

That did earn him a small slap from Bakugo and he exclaimed: “Ouch! Kacchan!”

There was an incomprehensible sound from the phone and with a shit eating grin, Midoriya said: “Yes, he’s hitting me, auntie. He hits hard.”

“He- he deserved that!” Bakugo protested, “And it wasn’t that hard, he’s sticking his tongue out at me.”

“No, I’m not,” Midoriya lied.

“You don’t get to team up against me with my mother,” Bakugo said.

“It’s not teaming up if you’re misbehaving,” Midoriya told him.

That was the limit for Bakugo who threw up his hands and pushed the phone in Midoriya’s grip as he got up and said: “I’m done, apparently she likes you better, you talk to her.”

Midoriya blinked a few times, before something Bakugo’s mother said snapped him out of it and he said: “Kacchan just walked off, yeah. I’ll make sure he says goodbye properly. He probably just didn’t wanna say that he loves you with the others here.”

Something Mitsuki answered made him laugh and he agreed: “He’s always been sensitive. But how are you, I feel like we haven’t talked in a while, say hi to uncle from me and to mom.”

And with that Midoriya spiraled into small talk, starting to walk around while he talked until he disappeared up the stairs, presumably to force Bakugo to say goodbye to his mom.

The people in the room were gobsmacked that Bakugo would trust Midoriya enough with his phone to just leave it with him while he stalked off, or that Midoriya would just throw Bakugo under the bus like that in front of his mother and got away with it.

Everyone who had witnessed it were now incredibly curious to what exactly happened, what their childhood must have been like. They still refused to believe that there hadn’t been anything big, but it really had just been the little things that built up.

The first time it happened both boys were four and walking back from school with Mitsuki. It was a hot summer day with the sun beating down, causing them all to sweat. So, the two little kids wanted ice cream.

Finally Kacchan decided that his friend’s miserable looks were too much, so when they passed an ice cream cart he asked his mom: “Mom, can we get ice cream?”

His mother had been dotting the last i’s on something in her phone and only vaguely picked up the noise, not actively registering the words. She snapped back into reality and said: “Hey, why don’t you boys go get some ice cream while I finish this?”

The two cheered and smiled as she handed them some money, keeping one eye on them while the other focused on her task.

“How did you do that, Kacchan?” Izu asked.

“Do what?”

“Make auntie think it was her idea to let us get ice cream,” he explained, “That was so cool!”

Kacchan realized that this was an opportunity to look cool, so he said: “I’m just awesome like that, maybe it’s my quirk. I suggest something and someone else then offers it.”

“Really!” Izu had big eyes.

“Maybe,” Kacchan shrugged, “Can you do a handstand?”

Izu felt no urge to do it, but he didn’t want to disappoint his friend, so he said: “Why don’t I do a handstand?” then after a beat, “I don’t feel anything.”

“Hmm,” Kacchan hummed, “Oh, I know, hey, do a handstand.”

“You know, I should do a handstand,” Izu still felt nothing, but he was having fun thinking of new ways to say this.

“While you’re at it, maybe do a handstand,” Kacchan giggled, he also was aware that it probably wouldn’t be his quirk and it was a fun game to do with his friend.

The two boys walked back to Mitsuki while playing their game and after that it became a thing. Whenever one had to do something and said it out loud, it was the other’s cue to jump in and suggest whatever the first had said back to them in a different way.

Midoriya and Bakugo hadn’t done it in forever, but living in the dorm had made both more comfortable around each other. So when Bakugo got up on a study evening stating that he had to grab a new pen, Midoriya didn’t even register that he countered: “Hey, why don’t you go get a new pen?”

Bakugo looked surprised for a moment then, smirked: “I was thinking of getting a new pen.”

“While you’re at it, grab a new pen as well,” Midoriya was still looking at his homework, more doing it on reflex then anything else.

“Hey, I think I’m getting a new pen.”

“Great suggestion, get a new pen too, okay?”

“I could grab a new pen now that I’m up.”

“Now that you’re up, why don’t you grab a new pen?”

“What are you two doing?” Momo interrupted them.

“Yes, you are distracting the whole class, who are trying to study,” Iida back her up with a lot of chopping movements.

Midoriya looked startled, then blushed heavily, while Bakugo grinned and left the room to grab saidnew pen. Now Midoriya was alone in front of everyone’s curious gazes.

He shrugged and said: “It’s a long story and it’s not even that funny actually. We got ice cream and stuff, but we asked auntie and then she said it and then we thought it was Kacchans quirk and I didn’t do a handstand, but we did the repeating stuff and it was funny…” he petered off into muttering, explaining nothing.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that,” Iida said.

“It’s an inside joke,” Midoriya settled on, not thinking he’d be able to explain.

“An inside joke!” Mina repeated loudly.

The door opened and Bakugo came back with the pen in hand and Mina whipper her head around to him, making him freeze in his spot.

“Bro, not manly to lie,” Kirishima whined, “You told me, you didn’t do inside jokes.”

“And I don’t,” Bakugo told him.

“But-” Kirishima was cut off by Bakugo: “Izu is the exception, now get the fuck back to your math, you suck at it.”

“Brooo.”

After that Bakugo refused to engage with anyone and ignored the looks. Midoriya had a harder time, but he managed on the warmth of the return of the childhood nickname.

After the call with auntie, Bakugo had started calling him Izu here and there again. Midoriya was sure, he hadn’t wanted to call him Deku in front of his mom, but Midoriya felt weird, so he had settled on Izu, but after that, he had tried to not call him Deku anymore.

They were going back to when they were good, when they were equals and friends who had stupid fun. And Midoriya couldn’t be more excited.

Most accepted that neither wanted to comment on it and went back to their work. A few, however, filed this away and kept a closer eye on them.

There would be a few more instances where they found the two repeated the same thing back at eachother, or when they were getting along, or made a comment that would be weird if the other didn’t react like it wasn’t completely normal or entirely hilarious.

But they wouldn’t get any insight into why they worked as friends until both of them got hurt in a street fight.

They weren’t badly hurt, hadn’t even needed a hospital, but the fight had been televised, so after Aizawa had cleared them he said: “Your mom’s are coming over to check on you. They were worried after seeing the fight, so reassure them.”

The two immediately turned to the other with wide eyes as Aizawa left. Then class 1-A witnessed the weirdest thing to date, almost in sync the two proclaimed: “You came with the idea.”

“I said it first,” Bakugo exclaimed.

“Nu-uh, I did,” Midoriya said.

“First off, no you didn’t. Second off, even if you did, it wouldn’t make it true.”

“You threw the first punch!” Midoriya yelled.

“And you wanted to help them.”

“You did too.”

“Yeah, but you suggested it.”

“Noooo, Kacchan, auntie will scold me,” Midoriya whined.

“Yeah, but my auntie will be sad and she has the same eyes as you and I’ll feel bad,” Bakugo countered.

“What’s going on with you two?” Mina got between them, “It’s just your mothers being worried about you. You’re lucky they care so much.”

“You don’t underst-” Midoriya began, only to be cut off by the door slamming open to reveal two ladies.

“Do you two have any idea how scared I was when I saw the news,” the smaller, green haired one began, “You know I can’t watch that kind of stuff, but then it was you two as well? You will give me a heart condition if you go on like this.”

She shook both their shoulders violently, while tears streamed down her face. Neither boy could react to her, however, due to the shaking.

Mitsuki stepped in: “Hey, Inko, relax, don’t injure them with the shaking. The teachers said they were fine,” the two sighed in relief when they were released, so she added: “Don’t think you’re both not getting the scolding of a lifetime.”

Both had been pulled into a hug by Inko, so they just looked chastised over her shoulders at Mitsuki, who seemed satisfied at that.

“First injuries, though,” she said, “I know Inko won’t be able to sleep otherwise.”

Bakugo had the most visible injury of a cut on his face, so Inko started with him. She gently cupped his cheek and inspected the cut. Everyone expected him to push her off or get mad, but instead he leaned into her hands and softly greeted: “Hi, auntie.”

“Hi, sweetheart,” she said, “Your head feeling okay? The teachers said you didn’t have a concussion, but make sure to tell Izukuif you feel woozy, yeah?”

“I will auntie, it’s fine. Looks worse than it is,” he assured her.

“Did they clean this properly?” she replied.

“Yeah,” Bakugo nodded.

“Sting?”

“A bit, but it’s fine.”

“I think he’s alright, Suki,” Inko told the other woman.

While she had been checking over Bakugo, Mitsuki had taken upon her the task of scolding Midoriya: “What were you thinking, dragging Kat into a street fight with you? I know you both got your licenses and you’re proud of it, but it is not an excuse to mix yourself in every fight.”

“But Kacchan jump-” Midoriya started to protest.

Now Inko involved herself in the conversation: “No buts, young man. I support you, but I asked you to not needlessly endanger yourself.”

“And you,” Mitsuki directed herself to Bakugo assured that he was fine, “You should know better. I know you are also responsible for half the shit you got up in your childhood, but I thought you had grown out of it. I really wish you two weren’t such trouble magnets.”

“That was very irresponsible indeed,” Inko told him and while she looked like a hurt puppy, Bakugo did a pretty accurate impression in reply.

“Kacchan jumped in first,” Midoriya defended, finally getting the whole sentence of throwing Bakugo under the bus out without being interrupted.

“And you suggested it first, right?” Mitsuki didn’t even seem phased or surprised as she presented Midoriya as the prime instigator between him and Bakugo like it was a fact.

Midoriya didn’t respond so she said: “I’m taking that as a yes. You always were a sneaky one that got the two of you in trouble.”

“The ant incident was only partly my idea. Kacchan was the most adventurous, not me. He came up with a lot too,” Midoriya protested.

“That’s not true,” Bakugo said, “The ant incident was completely your fault. I still fell them crawling sometimes.” He shuddered.

“Boys, concentrate, the ant incident is in the past,” Inko interrupted them, “I don’t care who suggested it first and who threw the first punch. You both behaved recklessly and worried me. We know you’re in the hero business, but you could’ve least called to tell us you were okay.”

“Sorry, mom.”

“Sorry, auntie.”

Both were looking like properly scolded young boys, ten years being shaved off under the worried gaze of their mothers and suddenly their friendship didn’t seem so weird anymore.

With Midoriya also appointed as a trouble maker and Bakugo an unwilling victim of their own bullshit, they could see how two adventurous little kids got up to so much trouble that their mothers scolding invoked a fear that made them rush to blame the other for whatever had happened.

A lot can happen to break friendships and a lot can leave him beyond repair, but not a lot of feelings can compare to sitting in front of your mother after getting in trouble with your friend that you enjoyed too much to truly regret.

Seeing that the message had sunk in, the stern expression faded from their faces and Mitsuki asked: “I saw you landed a bit rough on the end there, Izuku. Your ankles alright?”

“Yeah, my boots protected me from most of the damage,” Midoriya assured her.

“Good,” she nodded more to herself as she checked both of themover again.

“You’ll tell a teacher if you start to feel bad, won’t you?” Inko asked.

“Yes, mom,” Midoriya said.

“And you’ll eat enough?” Mitsuki checked.

“Yes, old hag,” Bakugo rolled his eyes, with the scolding over, he was reverting back to his usual self.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook, young man. Your dad is also very mad, but he couldn’t make it, so you are just lucky,” the blonde said.

“Say hi to uncle from me,” Midoriya smiled, his mom now having pulled him into a hug.

“I will, but don’t think you’re not getting a scolding come next Friday,” she said, before hugging Bakugo and then him, giving both a kiss on the cheek before the two moms said their goodbyes.

Once they were out the door, Kaminari said: “So, what’s the ant incident?”

“WE DO NOT TALK ABOUT THE ANT INCIDENT!” Bakugo roared.

#RR writing #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #bnha midoriya #mha midoriya #inko midoriya #midoriya izuku #bakugo katsuki #bakugo mitsuki #bakugo and midoriya #class 1-a #bnha class 1a #mha class 1a

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On a Cold Summer Day

→ summary: Maybe deciding to leave California to attend uni in New York was the dumbest decision you've ever made. It's fucking freezing here! You don't think you can survive without the beach twenty minutes away from your living space. At least you have a native New Yorker Kim Seokjin to help you adjust. Kinda.

→ pairing/rating: seokjin x reader | PG-13

→ genre: 70% fluff, 30% crack | college!au

→ warnings: profanity, mentions of sex, implied sex, dating apps lol (tinder & bumble)

→ wordcount: 7.2k

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This is a motherfucking abomination.

They're asking you to come to class on a Monday at 8 in the morning??? What kind of fucking monstrosity was this? You thought college was supposed to be a goodbye to waking up early. Now you have to take your goddamn philo 101 class at the asscrack of dawn (okay, it's not exactly dawn, but still).

It's too early to be discussing Socrates and human ethics and all that head-aching shit. And even worse, it's fucking freezing in New York!

You're what people call the basic SoCal girl. You grew up with palm trees in your backyard. Anything below 80 degrees is enough to make you bring out your winter jackets (which aren't really real jackets either). In fact, your definition of a winter jacket is slipping on a lightweight flannel over your usual tank top.

But now, in New York, damn the weather wasn't kind. You wear a parka to class and when you're waddling about the campus, you look like a giant marshmallow. Honestly, it's a little humiliating.

It hasn't even been a month and you already miss California. God, you miss the sunshine. And also In-N-Out.

The college workload isn't as bad as you anticipated so even after attending your dreaded morning classes, you're left with a sufficient amount of time. You used to spend those extra hours on Tinder, passing left and right on guys with the swipe of your thumb as you drooled over their shirtless profile pictures.

But ever since you met Jungkook—

Ah, Jungkook. He was a very interesting story. How do you start telling this? Hm.

Well, it really started on the first day of college. The moment after you attended orientation, found your dorm, kissed your parents goodbye and said hello to your roommates, you revisited your trust-worthy dating app, Tinder while lounging on your bed. All that professional business on the first day of uni kind of made you horny.

Back in California, you had a few memorable encounters with your Tinder partners that left you blushing and hot-faced for weeks. When your high school besties found out you were moving away from the Golden State to attend NYU, they would not let it go about all the hot NYC men you would be able to, er for the lack of better word choice, bang.

So you were going to listen to them and hook up with a New York guy. And not even twenty seconds into your swiping party on Tinder, you spot him.

His name is Jeon Jungkook. 20. NYU student. Civil Engineering. Hot damn. You had to take a few seconds to stalk his profile before screaming internally and victoriously swiping right. Now you just had to wait until he swipes right on you. If you're lucky, maybe you could get laid tonight.

And lucky you were.

You dressed in a simple outfit (that'd be easy to discard) and met Jungkook at the Shake Shack for a casual date (in which the burgers are not as half as good as the burgers in In-N-Out). After some casual discussion that honestly didn't last too long, he took you back to his rented apartment.

And then you had the worst sex in your life. Not that Jungkook was lacking in the downstairs department, (no, no he was pretty measurable), but apparently he had a roommate that would not fucking shut up for the life of him. It's not a very sexy experience when you hear someone loudly rage quit Minecraft in the room next to you.

But you and Jungkook had both laughed it off. After all, the two of you already really clicked. And on your part, although you didn't quite have the perfect hook up, you found a likable NYC man. You were surely going to see him again.

See him again you did. Jungkook made sure his roommate would be gone this time before the two of you lay down on his couch and began watching some random rom-com. Halfway through, he initiated some making out, which was as perfect as making out could get. Until you muttered something about how "sexy a NYC man is."

Jungkook laughed so hard he almost fell off the couch. The rest of the night was not spent having sex. Instead, the two of you stayed up late talking about your home states, which both happened to be California. You were so excited about meeting another Californian that your horniness completely dissipated.

And from then on, you and Jungkook became close buddies with slight benefits. (You found him to be a better platonic companion than a sexual partner.) Mostly you came to him to rant about New Yorkers, and he would laugh at you, telling you that you would get used to it.

So, that was your story with Jungkook.

Now you're on your way to his apartment with some Shake Shack to-go so the two of you can watch Shark Tank (which you've been dying to see). When you finally reach Jungkook's apartment and knock on his door, to your surprise Jungkook doesn't answer it. Instead, a tall man—a handsome man—stands looking at your rather puzzled face.

He's so unbelievably hot that your breath hitches.

"Hey," the man says, grinning. "JK's girl?"

"I'm single," you blurt out, no doubt making googly eyes at the man in front of you. "I-I brought some Shake Shack," you offer. "Um, Jungkook and I were, like, supposed to hang out..."

"I'm here!" Jungkook's calls from inside the apartment. "Let her in, bitch!"

"Yesterday I was 'motherfucker' and today, I'm 'bitch,' apparently," the Bitch Man says. "I think JK's forgotten my name." When he laughs, you don't know why you feel flustered. "I'm Seokjin," he says, gesturing for you to come into the apartment. "But you can call me Jin. Or any variation. I don't really care. As long as it's not 'bitch.' " Seokjin glares at Jungkook who's snickering in the background.

"O-Okay," you say, stumbling into the apartment and nearly tripping over your own shoes as you place the takeout bag on the kitchen counter.

"Hey, Y/N!" Jungkook says, slapping your back as he greets you merrily as usual. "Long time no see! I have the show on TV already. You ready?"

"Yeah, yeah," you say quickly. "Dude, but like who the fuck is the hottie?" you whisper urgently to your friend. "Like I don't remember you telling me you know someone like that."

"Oh, him?" Jungkook snorts. "That's my roommate."

Your eyes turn wide as you gape open-mouthed at the handsome figure casually lounging on the couch already. "Shut up. He's the fucking Minecraft rage quitter??"

Jungkook laughs. "Yeah. Not so handsome anymore, huh?"

You're still in shock, stuttering to find an answer, but Jungkook laughs at your pathetic attempt, grabbing the Shake Shack bag and dragging you over to the couch.

"Dude, is he like going to hang out with us?" you ask Jungkook in a low whisper, nodding over at Seokjin who was busily using his phone.

"Yeah, I hope you don't mind," Jungkook tells you as he man spreads on the right side of the couch, putting you in the middle of the two men. "His Bumble date canceled on him last minute. So I'm trying to patch up his enormous ego."

"Fuck, of course I don't mind," you hiss at him. "But if you told me earlier, I wouldn't have come here in sweats. Like I thought it was weird that you ordered two burgers, but like I just thought you had a huge appetite today!"

"I think you look hot in sweats."

"Well, thanks." Wait. You freeze. That was definitely not Jungkook's voice. A blush creeps up your cheeks as you turn to your left, only to see Seokjin, gazing at you with friendly eyes and a bright smile. "O-Oh!" you sputter. "T-Thanks, Jin. Sorry, it's just that like, I, uh I take first impressions pretty... um, seriously."

The man on your left laughs out loud. "Y/N, my first impression of you was weeks ago. I heard you and Jungkook through the wall."

Your mouth drops open. "No."

"Yes," Jin insists.

"NO!" you shout, leaning back from Seokjin and squishing Jungkook in the process. "Were you trying to be a loud gamer to drown out our noises?!" you shriek.

"Yes?" Seokjin says so obviously that he even phrases it like it's a question.

"Oh, god," you groan, burying your face in your hands. "I'm sorry. I'm, like, actually so, so sorry."

Jungkook tries hard not to burst out laughing at your humiliation and even Jin can't help but grin.

"It's fine," Seokjin says. "You made it up to me with the burgers!" he exclaims, fishing out his Shake Shack hamburger from the bag and breathing in deeply. "Ahh," he sighs dreamily, "the best hamburger money can buy."

Okay. You have to admit that his perfect New York accent is hot, but you can't just ignore what he had just uttered. "I think In-N-Out has the best hamburger money can buy," you say, crossing your arms over your chest quite authoritatively. You tend to become quite defensive about Californian culture.

Jungkook snickers at how serious you've become in a matter of seconds but he stays silent.

Seokjin looks at you with his eyebrows raised and an amused smile on his lips. "Really?" he says. "You should get used to the Shake Shack then. We don't have In-N-Out around here."

Your mouth drops open for the second time today as you jerk your body around to stare at Jin. "What the fuck do you mean there's no In-N-Out?"

The man shrugs, relaxing back with his burger in hand and grinning at you. "I mean, we do have better burgers at the Shake Shack."

You groan, collapsing back on the couch and staring defeatedly at the bright TV screen. "I miss California."

"Jungkook went through the same thing," Seokjin assures you. You slowly turn your head to look at him. "I helped him assimilate to NYC life. And now look at him! He's so good at acting like a pure-blood New-Yorker that you even called him a 'sexy NYC man!' "

Oh, no. That particular memory sears through your head, leaving you flustered and quite frankly, frustrated.

"What?? How do you even—" you pause to glare at Jungkook who suddenly refuses to look your way. "I can't believe you told him, Jungkook!"

"We're roommates. We tell each other everything," Seokjin proudly says.

"Oh, god," you mutter under your breath.

"Seok's right, though," Jungkook pipes up. "He's the man to go to when you want to get into the NYC spirit! The dude was born and raised here. He knows everything you need to know about New York. Hang out with him a few times and you'll surely have to drop your SoCal girl status."

You huff. "But like I love being a SoCal girl!"

"We'll see how fast that can change," Seokjin grins.

This isn't a date... is it?

Seokjin had offered to take you out to wander about New York and guide you around to sight-see. He'd told you to dress casually, but how casual is New York casual?? You end up wearing a wine-red sleeveless romper and some cute gladiator sandals, which would honestly make you feel underdressed if you walked anywhere around LA like this.

But one step out into the cold night air, your teeth begin to chatter aggressively. Seokjin's already waiting for you outside of your dorm building and he laughs out loud when he sees you shivering violently.

"You sound like a woodpecker," he snorts. "You look cute, by the way."

"T-T-Thanks," you stutter. "Holy shit, Seokjin, how are you in a T-shirt and shorts right now? It's so motherfucking cold, goddammit!"

Jin throws his head to laugh—almost as if you told the funniest joke in the world. Which, you did not. "It's only 70 degrees, Y/N!"

"It is not!" you argue. "Shiver me fucking timbers, it has to be at least thirty degrees. Where's the snow??"

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have worn a sleeveless romper then," Seokjin teases you. "Do you want to go back inside and change?"

"No!" you say. "It's called fashion. Back in California I could wear whatever the fuck I wanted. Like, do you understand that my wardrobe's being limited here??"

Seokjin shrugs, nudging you playfully as he gestures toward the night sky. The brisk air nips at your bare arms and tickles your nose, making you huddle closer to the man next to you. He merely smiles at your action and wraps a warm arm around you. "Welcome to New York, Y/N."

School keeps you busy for a good few months. Meeting up with Jungkook to rant about New York's rat problem and nasty subways while drooling over California's great wonders has become a rarity especially when you're trying hard to maintain your straight-A streak (literally since the day you were born). You haven't even touched Tinder on your phone for a good three months! (And that has nothing to do with the fact that you kinda might have a crush on Kim Seokjin.)

You've been texting him a few times a week (though you've never really gotten to meet up after your first, uh, "date." But the flirty texts he sends you and the promise of meeting up after all of your major exams makes you work twice as hard on your schoolwork. Jin also incessantly teases you about your strange Californian dialect, but you don't mind—especially when you can bag him for replacing every 't' sound with a 'd,' thanks to his New York accent. (He keeps pronouncing 'the' like 'da' and you have to admit, it's a little endearing.)

By the time Thanksgiving Break rolls around, you're deep in the process of organizing your lecture notes so you don't let yourself go out for a whole week.

And when Winter Break rushes in, you and Jungkook take off to California to reunite with family, leaving Seokjin to drown alone in the New York festivity while you and Kook enjoy a hot winter (literally). But the two of you make sure to come back to New York during New Year's to celebrate the iconic ball drop.

"I don't have to watch it on TV anymore!" you had said triumphantly.

When the countdown had signaled a New Year, you weren't lip-locking with either of your friends (but you didn't really mind). Instead, Seokjin had popped a bottle of apple cider (because you and Jungkook couldn't legally drink yet). Jin sipped his own champagne as he watched his younger friends get sugar drunk on apple cider.

All too soon, Winter Break is over. And now's the start of a new semester at NYU, but you already know your classes and professors so you finally let yourself relax. (Jungkook always tells you it's crazy how strongly you radiate work-hard and play-hard energy.)

Yet no matter how long you spend in New York, you just can't get used to it. It must be because you've mostly been stuck inside studying.

The moment you meet up with Jin again, you're brought into the world of New York once more.

"I missed your accent!" you yell as you nearly bulldoze over Seokjin to hug him when he opens the door to his apartment for you.

"Wow. You didn't miss me?" he jokes as he embraces you, tugging you into his apartment and closing the door behind you. "I thought you'd be happier to see me and not hear my insanely hot accent."

"Keep talking, please," you giggle, burying your face against his chest.

"You have no shame, Y/N," Seokjin sighs, but he lets you cling onto him as he waddles backward and towards the small living space with the TV set in it. "JK's out on Tinder date so the apartment is for us," he tells you as he practically throws you on the couch. "What do you wanna do?"

You huff, straightening up your clothes and glaring at Jin for tossing you. "I appreciate it. Like I'm totally not a fragile package," you mutter sarcastically. "I don't know. I guess we can, like, do anything. Are you in the mood of staying in..? Or, like, do you wanna go out?"

"Hmmm," Seokjin pretends to think. He collapses on the couch next to you, staring up at the ceiling with a thoughtful look on his face. "How about we go out?" he says. "You've been cramped up in your dorm room for so long, I think you need fresh air."

"It's like you can read my fucking mind," you grin. "Where to?"

"We're going to get some New York-style pies!"

"Oh, shit," you say. "I love pies."

Apple pie, blueberry pie, key lime pie... Fuck, I'm practically salivating already.

Seokjin winks at you, hoisting you up on your feet and marching toward the apartment door. "Pies, here we come!"

"I fucking thought we were getting pies, Seokjin. Like, dude. This is a pizza parlor," you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Oh, Y/N," Seokjin laughs, ruffling your hair with affection, but when you glare daggers into him, he stops with a nervous chuckle. "Well, we New Yorkers call whole pizzas, pies. It makes more sense that way."

You nearly rip out your hair. "How does that make sense? Pizza and pie are two completely different things! What do you call your pies then??"

"We call them pies!"

"Huh??"

"Whatever," Seokjin snorts. "You need to get used to all of this New Yorker dialect and slang," he says, nudging you. "What do you want on your pizza pie? I'm getting a whole one so JK can have the leftovers."

"Um, I usually get cheese, mushrooms, goat cheese and oregano," you say. "But, like, I'll take anything except pineapples. Pineapples on pizza is a fucking sin."

Jin gasps loudly, putting a hand on his heart. "I always put pineapples on my pies!"

"Oh no. Don't tell me you're one of those people," you groan. "Come on, Jin, I thought you knew better! Like I swear, it's a New Yorker thing—"

"Don't you try to put the blame on New York!" Jin says. "Besides, JK likes pineapples on his pizza pies too, so maybe you're the weird one."

"God, not Kook too."

"Well, we'll get half with pineapples and half without," Seokjin compromises. "How does that sound?"

"Abominable," you mutter under your breath. If there are pineapples anywhere on the pizza, every slice will still have that disgusting tangy taste to it.

"Sorry?"

"I-I mean, that sounds great!" you feign an over-enthused look on your face as you pump your fist in the air. "But you're paying."

Seokjin rolls his eyes but agrees.

And the rest of the time spent goes rather smoothly. The two of you poke fun at each other as usual, and you only mildly get offended when Seokjin pulls the:

"Hey, Y/N?"

"Mm?" you say with your mouth stuffed with pizza (you never thought New York-style pizza could beat the Californian-style but here you are).

"I need to ask you one more thing before we wrap up and I walk you to your dorm," he says, handing you a napkin when you finally swallow your food.

"Thanks," you say. "Ask away."

"I've always wondered," Seokjin says as he leans forward, resting his chin on his upright hand, "why do you excessively say the word, 'like?' "

You let out an unflattering yelp, almost choking on your own spit. Quickly, you take a sip of your ice-cold water to ease the scratchiness of your throat. "Like, what do you mean?" you manage to choke out after an embarrassingly awkward pause.

"I mean, I'm just curious why you say 'like' every five seconds," Jin says, cocking his head. "Is it a SoCal thing? Or a Y/N thing?"

"It is not a Y/N thing! Like a lot of other girls do this, I swear. And it's not like I wanna say it," you huff. "I guess it's like this kind of habit that I, like, can't really get rid of. I dunno. I've heard it was a SoCal thing, but like I'm not too sure."

"Five," Seokjin says.

"What?"

"You said 'like' five times in approximately fifteen seconds," Jin says. "That's about one 'like' every three seconds. That's quite a lot. And I take back my previous hypothesis in which I said you said 'like' every five seconds. I guess it was three."

"I literally hate you!" you scoff. "When did you get all mathematician with me?"

"Since I applied to NYU as a compsci major," Seokjin answers, "which was about three years ago."

You huff. "Whatever I'm gonna major in, I hope it's not related to math."

"Come to think of it," Jin hums, "I never got to know your major." He brushes the pizza crumbs off from his hands and stands up to toss the used napkins away in a nearby trash can.

You stand up as well, taking up the pizza box as Seokjin guides you out of the pizza parlor. "I'm undecided," you tell him. "Like I really don't know what I want to do."

"Well, you're an undergrad, so you'll find something you'll like soon," Jin assures you. "You've got time."

"Thanks," you smile. "Honestly, you're the GOAT."

"Excuse me, I'm a what?" Seokjin looks mildly offended.

"The GOAT?" you say. "You're not even in your thirties yet, keep up!"

"A goat??" Jin bellows. "A fucking barn animal??"

You want to facepalm but your hands are occupied with the pizza box. "The Greatest Of All Time???" When Seokjin still looks puzzled, you shake your head, "Might wanna check out Twitter now and then, old man."

"Maybe that's a California thing!" Jin protests. "It's totally a California thing. I mean, look, Y/N, New Yorkers aren't that crazy to go around calling people barn animals."

"New Yorkers are definitely crazier than Californians," you say. "Oh, and we have to cross the street soon, my dorm's close."

"No way in hell we're crazier than you," Seokjin snorts. "C'mon we can cross the street here."

The here that Seokjin's refers to is a street full of cars and no pedestrian crossing. "Are you really suggesting that we jaywalk?" you say incredulously. "This just proves my point further!"

"What?? Jaywalking is normal," he argues. "Plus, it saves time. We New Yorkers are busy!"

"Puh-lease," you say. "You won't be so busy when you're dead," you point out. "There was this girl who went to my high school, right? And like one day we all heard that she died after some stupid car hit her when she was jaywalking. Dude, her boyfriend's still mourning her death. I think his name was Taehyun. Or Daehyung. Or Taehyung? I don't remember. But my point is," you pause dramatically, "that I don't want to die so we should not jaywalk."

"Californians are way too laid back," Seokjin sighs. "Fine!" He throws his hands into the air. "We'll find a crosswalk, then. I'll spare your life."

You giggle, nudging him to the side. "Thank you. Chivalry is not dead."

"Shivering is definitely not dead either," Jin jokes. "It's only sixty degrees, Y/N. And you're wearing a whole coat! Do you really need me to give you my jacket?"

"Oh shut up," you say, hugging the warm pizza box closer to your chest. "New York at night is freezing. Like I still haven't gotten used to it. And no, I don't need your jacket," you scoff, upturning your nose away from Jin.

"Fine, but if you become a frozen popsicle, I'm selling you off to a museum."

"Wow," you deadpan. "I rescind what I said earlier. You are not the GOAT. You are the WOAT."

"I don't have to be a genius to understand what that acronym is," Jin snorts. "And I am not the worst of all time. That's Jungkook. You know, he brought in his Tinder date again yesterday and they've been really, really loud in the bedroom. I can't fucking sleep."

"Oh, poor Jinnie," you coo. "What are you gonna do?"

"I just blasted the Baby Shark song yesterday on my speaker and they stopped on their own," he shrugs. "It's an instant turn-off, apparently."

"That's evil!" you cry. "But so genius."

"I know, I know," Jin laughs. "Any more song suggestions to prevent Jungkook from banging at the craziest hours of the night?"

"Hm..." you say. "What about the Winx Club theme song? Or the Pokémon theme song? Or, oh my god, like what about the Sofia the First theme song???"

"What the fuck are the Winx Club and Sofia the First?" Jin says.

"No way," you say, shivering slightly when a gust of wind decides to torment you and your hair. Pulling the strands of your hair from your mouth, you yell, "You're missing out! I grew up with the Winx Club! And I only watched Sofia the First because my younger sister liked it so much."

"You have a younger sister?" Seokjin asks. "Well, figures. I'm an only child so the only things I watched as a kid were Transformers and the Avengers." He snorts. "Maybe a little bit of Pokémon."

"Dude, I could name all 151 Pokémon from Generation I," you say. "I was obsessed."

"Oh yeah? I can name all 807!" Seokjin declares. "Every one of them from Generation I to VII."

"God, you have me beat," you giggle, shrugging your shoulders. “I thought you watched only a little bit of Pokémon!”

“Maybe I just have a fantastic memory,” Seokjin teases.

You roll your eyes, though you’re grinning uncontrollably. Sighing, you turn to a stop in front of your dorm building, holding out the pizza box for Jin to take. "Oh, wow, what do you know? We're already here."

"That went by quickly," Jin laughs, taking the pizza box. "Time always flies quickly with you."

You don't know if he really meant the last part, but you blush an embarrassing color of fire-engine red of which you hope he can't see because of the darkness.

"I agree," you admit. "I had fun. And thanks for the pizza. New York-style reigns over what I'm used to back in California."

"No problem," Seokjin grins fondly at you. "Guess I'll see you around?"

"Yeah," you smile. "Just text me whenever Jungkook's being too loud on his sexscapades. I'll send some good turn-off music recommendations like right away!"

Seokjin laughs, nodding his head in agreement. "I can't wait."

I can't wait either.

Your crush on Seokjin literally amplifies by tenfolds every time you hang out with him, which is quite often these days.

One "date" with Jin had turned into two. Two turned into three. Then, five, then eight. Now you're seventeen "dates" in, you and Jin have yet to define your relationship with each other. But you suppose you don't mind.

It isn't very often that you're so emotionally attracted to someone. I mean, how long has it been since I liked someone before I had sex with them??

But your relationship with Seokjin is special, and you're willing to drag on these "dates" (at least you hope they're dates) if it means that you and he will eventually become a couple. Unless Seokjin's not attracted to you in that way.

But that's crazy. Who isn't attracted to you in that way?? Okay, maybe a lot of guys. But you've always had a sixth sense when it came to men! Usually, you crush on the same ones that like you back. So maybe something could really blossom out of your current relationship with Kim Seokjin.

Unless he friendzoned you the moment he heard you have sex with Jungkook.

You are in quite a dilemma.

Two weeks later, your dilemma has extended from your love life to your academic life. There is pressure from your parents and peers to choose a major—especially since you've already lasted one semester in college already.

You have to start studying for the final exams as well. And everything is driving you nuts.

You've always considered going to med school, but law school doesn't sound so bad either. You have to choose your majors according to what job you want to have in the future, but you don't know what you want to do at all! You're just really good at doing what you're given to do. So, honestly, if someone pulled a random major from a hat, you could probably take it and do something with it.

Hm. That idea doesn't sound that bad.

You end up FaceTiming Seokjin for guidance.

"Well, you look like you haven't gotten sleep," he comments when he sees your dark circles and frenzied hair.

"I need to choose a major," you tell him immediately. "Like, right now. In the next twenty minutes or I'm going to blow."

"Oh, shit. How can I help?"

"Okay, so I made this huge list of NYU's majors and like all you have to do is randomly scroll through the list and pick one!" you say. "Easy! Whatever you pick, I'll do it!"

Seokjin scrunches his face. "I don't think that's a good idea, Y/N. What if I pick something insane? Like bagpiping? Or mining?"

You roll your eyes. "I don't think NYU even has those majors. C'mon pick one, hurry up! I'll close my eyes. Tell me when you're done."

Seokjin looks at the long list of majors you had sent him, shaking his head at you in disbelief. He doesn't want you potentially ruining your future because he picked a shitty major for you. And you looked pretty serious about this idea too. As if the moment Seokjin chose a major, you'd pick it and run with it.

Jin's not going to jeopardize your future like that. He doesn't even have to look at the list to declare what he thinks would be best for you. (And besides, if you didn't like it, you could always change majors... And if you couldn't change majors, you can't really blame it on him because you made him choose randomly. So it would be your fault. So either way he's immune!)

"I landed on business management," Seokjin says. "You can open your eyes."

Your eyes are wide the moment you open them. "Management?" you gasp. For a second, Seokjin thinks you're going to throw a tantrum, but a huge grin erupts on your face. "Oh my god! Management! Why didn't I think of that before?? It's perfect! Thank you, Jin! Thank you so much! You're literally fucking magical."

Seokjin's almost taken aback by your positive response but he plays along with it rather coolly. "I am pretty fucking magical. You're welcome."

"You just reduced my stress levels by fifty percent," you say, sighing as you fall back on your bed. "I still have to study for all my final exams... Not very fun... You know, back in California, if I ever felt stressed out or something, I'd, like, drive to the beach for a fun day with friends."

Seokjin cracks a smile. "Yeah, well we have sewage water here in New York. You can swim in there if you miss the beach so much."

"Sounds appetizing," you deadpan. "One day, I'm going to take you to SoCal and show you the beaches."

"That honestly sounds great, Y/N," Jin says. "Never been to the beach before."

Your jaw drops open in shock. "No fucking way, Jin. No fucking way."

"Well, you never saw snow before until you came to New York," Jin points out.

"Yikes," you mutter. "Touché."

Seokjin smiles fondly at you before shaking out of his little reverie. "Hey, you have to study, right? I'll stop bothering you."

"Oh, please," you laugh. "You're not bothering me. I feel even better now. Not even a beach trip could elate me to this extent."

And it's true. Just talking to Seokjin for a few minutes dissipates all of your pent-up stress. And you have one less problem to worry about—you finally have an idea about what major you want to pursue! Seokjin is a walking miracle.

Maybe after your exams, you'll have to ask him out on an official date. If you don't chicken out, that is.

It is officially summer!

You've maintained your straight A's, have finally decided your major and even found a part-time job at a local thrift shop. Life is great.

It would've been better though if one, it wasn't so fucking cold during May and two if you were dating Seokjin.

Jungkook's been teasing you about how head-over-heels whipped you are for Jin, but you threaten to hack into JK's Tinder account and lock an unflattering photo of him on his profile picture whenever his teasing becomes extremely annoying. It's so strange that you've been stuck on one crush for nearly eight months now since usually, you have a new 'boy toy' every other week.

Seokjin is special.

So special that you literally gave up your hookups. And sex. You also deleted your Tinder account. You are serious about this man.

There's something about him that makes your insides twist in a funny way and your heart feel warm and fuzzy whenever he texts you. Have you mentioned how attentive to your needs he is? The man's a genius gift-giver! On your birthday (April 4th), he bought you an embroidered double-sided jacket that not only made a bold fashion statement but also kept you warm in the abominable New York weather.

God, you might even love this man.

You should confess to him soon before some other girl snatches him. But it seems as if Seokjin has stopped going on dates, and the only girl he actively hangs out with is you. (You had to ask Jungkook to figure that out.)

So maybe you have a chance.

And today is the day to act upon it.

Seokjin promised to take you out on a walk around Central Park after you finished your shift at the thrift shop. He's eagerly waiting with a warm cup of hot chocolate for you by the time you're finished.

"Hey!" you say, beaming. "Thanks for the drink."

"No problem," Seokjin answers, winking at you before sipping his own ice coffee. "Central Park's about forty minutes away from here. Are you up for the walk?"

"I walked around a lot in California so maybe I should ask you if you're up for the walk," you smile, strutting out of the shop with Jin quickly at your heels.

"Where's there to walk in California??" he asks when he catches up to you.

"Oh my god, Jin. You're forgetting about all the cool shit in LA!" you say. "I walked to Urth Cafe like every day after school with my friends. And then like we'd have these photoshoots on Melrose Avenue... Man, sometimes I wonder what would've happened if I went to UCLA."

"You got accepted into UCLA??"

"Yeah," you say sheepishly. "I'm kind of glad I didn't go, though." You would’ve never met Seokjin.

"Oh?" Seokjin laughs. "Are you finally getting accustomed to New York, then?"

"No way," you say, shaking your head fervidly. "Dude, do you not see the jacket I'm wearing right now? It's freezing! And you're wearing a short-sleeve shirt!"

"It's the jacket I bought you!" Jin exclaims, smiling. "Well, the weather here's something you gotta get used to. By the time you graduate, though, you'll be fine."

"I hope so," you say. "I really, really hope so."

"But I mean, other than the weather situation, I feel like New York is your home now," Jin says. "You like the people here, at least, right?" He bats his eyelashes flirtatiously and you roll your eyes, though the butterflies in your stomach wake up from their slumber. "How have your Tinder dates been?"

"Oh, uh..." You awkwardly scratch your head. "I deleted my account."

Seokjin laughs out loud. "Oh no! Were the New York guys not cutting it??"

You flush, biting your lip and twiddling with your fingers. He kinda put you on the spot, here. Maybe you should come clean now...? You originally planned to confess at Central Park, but maybe it’s smarter to confess earlier. (That way, if he feels the same you two can have your official first date at Central Park. And if he doesn't feel the same way, the two of you can go home before visiting Central Park to avoid awkwardness. It's a master plan!)

"Well, I wouldn't know," you shrug coolly. "The only New York guy I had sex with turned out to be a Californian dude in disguise," you giggle. "And... I just didn't find the need to get with other guys."

"Oh?" Seokjin smiles amusedly. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Like, I don't know," you sigh. Your head is jumbled with words you've recited and also the words that you just thought of to string together. Your chest feels heavy and your stomach twists in knots but you force yourself to follow through. With a deep breath you let it all out: "I guess like I've had a teensy weensy crush on you since like the moment we met," you start slowly, carefully. "And I'd uh, I'd like to officially date you, if you, like, feel the same way as me..." you trail off, looking at Seokjin to figure out if his initial reaction would give away his true feelings toward you.

But to your utmost relief, he grins. That's a good sign—it has to be!

"Y/N..." he smiles. "Five. Again! In twenty seconds this time! One 'like' in every four seconds. You're slowly getting rid of your SoCal dialect, look at that!"

When Seokjin sees the unamused look on your face, he throws his head back and laughs. "I was just teasing you, love," he says. "You know, I deleted Bumble the day I met you in person?"

"Really?" you squeal, turning to Jin with such high velocity that you almost spill your hot chocolate. Your insides melt, and your head repeatedly echoes the way he had called you 'love.' You feel faint.

"Yeah," Jin says. "So we're official, aren't we?"

"Hell yes!" you say.

"Our first date is at Central Park," Jin laughs. "This was the best timing ever. It's even in the summer. You know, when everyone scrambles to find love. We don't have to look anymore!"

You snort, linking your arms together and leaning onto Seokjin—who just now became your boyfriend. "I still can't fucking believe it's summer," you sigh, shaking your head. "Like dude, it's so fucking cold that I'm drinking hot chocolate!"

"Oh!" Seokjin exclaims. "Right! The hot chocolate?"

"What?"

"Open the lid, please," he grins. "A pleasant surprise will be waiting for you."

Carefully, you do as he says, only to find the white cream on the hot chocolate to be shaped into a sort-of mangled heart. You gasp, staring at the heart in utter shock. "Were you going to ask me out today??"

"You beat me to it," Jin laughs. "Saved me the trouble, love."

The butterflies in your stomach flutter about every time he calls you that (which was only two times so far, but still).

"We're really meant to be, then," you giggle.

"Like, we really are."

Seokjin taught you many things. How to be a good New Yorker without even being a native. How to hail a taxi gracefully. How to get a seat on the Subway. How to order the best pizza pie ever. And most of all, he taught you commitment.

Never have you been this committed to a man in all your life. That being said, you've only lived for nineteen years. But then again, it's hard to change your habits of being finicky with guys in your high school years. Yet they're changed now.

You've said goodbye to Tinder, to hookups, to meaningless sex. You've said hello to your boyfriend, to continue your pursuit of business management, to navigate around New York.

July becomes your favorite month quite easily when you realize it is possible for New York to have hot weather too. You bring out your short skirts and tank tops and have a fashion show every day choosing which outfits to wear. (Seokjin becomes your personal outfit-picker against his will.)

You have to say, New York isn't so bad. You haven't really missed California at all for a while.

"You know," you tell your boyfriend as he braids your hair for you so you can complete your outfit of the day with a stylish, “effortless” side braid.

"Hm?" Jin answers, his tongue peeking out of his lips from hard concentration.

"I think I'm getting used to this place," you say, turning around to smile at your boyfriend.

Seokjin laughs, tying your braid in place before leaning in to kiss your lips. "Finally!" he says between small pecks. "It took you awhile."

"Oh, come on. It didn't take me that long. It hasn't even been a year yet!" you protest. "I love New York. Honestly!"

Your boyfriend smiles. "When do you think you'll start to talk in a New York accent?"

"Never!" you say. "I'm keeping my 'likes' and 'dudes,' thank you! I have to keep some part of my Californian self."

"Oh, trust me," Seokjin snorts. "You will never lose the fashion-crazed part of you. Please don't make me fly on a plane to go to Coachella."

"Damn, you know me too well," you huff. "Fine. No Coachella. But I want to take you down Hollywood one day. Or at least Urth Cafe. No, holy shit, I need to take you to the beach! Or In-N-Out! There are so many places to go in LA! I'll be the best tour guide ever, Jin!"

"Aw, love," Seokjin says, nuzzling your nose against his. "I can't wait for my tour in the Golden State with my native Californian girlfriend."

"I can't wait either!" you giggle, kissing his lips while placing your hands against his soft cheeks. "I had the wonderful experience of getting my own, personal native New Yorker tour guide, so it's only fair I let you on a tour around my home state too!"

"We'll go during winter break, how's that?" Seokjin says. "We can celebrate Christmas in California."

You grin. "It'll be a tropical Christmas. You up for that?"

"I'm down!" Seokjin says. "I've never lived through a hot winter before. I'll have to see all the rave about California myself."

You wink at him. "You'll love it. Like, really, really love it."

"If I don't, you have to try pineapple pizza pie," Seokjin says. "Bet."

"Oh, you're on!"

All too soon, summer is over and the fall season creeps upon you and the rest of New York City. The freezin' season is back and ready to haunt you and turn your mornings into motherfucking abominations.

Except, it's not as cold as you last remember it. Maybe this year's winter in New York will be warmer for whatever reason. Or maybe it's because Seokjin always does a great job of keeping you warm when it's cold. (You definitely think the latter is the true answer.)

Because with Seokjin, even waking up on Mondays at 8 in the cold fucking morning isn't so abominable after all.

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Main quests day 2

Summary

We find a familiar looking horse at the Equestrian Center and Tyra tells us that it’s Sabine’s horse, Khaan. The first time we talk to Sabine she seems hostile and defensive but after seeing us race she completely changes her attitude. She wants us to be friends and wonders if we can deliver a letter to Justin. Justin reads it and tells us he has to leave to meet up with his grandfather. Both Thomas and The Baroness react poorly to the news. We meet Alex who tries to help us find Justin since she has had run-ins with Sabine before and knows she’s up to no good. We eventually find Justin and Sabine leaving Moorland. Alex reacts poorly but can’t really tell ur why.

Alex managed to get The Baroness to tell her that Thomas is her son and Justing is her grandson, but she didn’t want to tell us who Thomas’ father is. She said it didn’t matter because he’s long dead. Eventually we find out that her former husband and Thomas’ father is called Mr. John Sandman.

Masterpost - find all the parts of the main quests here

FAQ

Complete quest dialogue below the cut

Player: That horse looks familiar! Haven’t I seen it somewhere before? It looks very distinctive with that glistening black coat and staring eyes...Creepy!

Wait! That mysterious light. It’s the same mysterious light I saw when that masked rider came by Moorland and stole Thomas’ deeds to the stable! I need to ask someone whose horse that is.

Tyra: What? Khaan? His owner is a girl called Sabine, she’s standing ober there. She’s rather new here. I think she came about a week ago. I remember that Linda showed her around. That must have been the last time Linda was here, by the way. I wonder what happened to her...

Was she out riding last night? In Moorland? I have no idea, ask her yourself. Doesn’t it seem a bit odd though, to be out riding in the middle of the night?

Sabine: Um...What? I certainly have not been out riding in the middle of the night. Who are you, by the way, to come here with your stupid inquisitions? Excuse me? What are you implying here, exactly? That I was in Moorland? What would I be doing in that pathetic place when there are much better riding tracks here? You know what, you need to learn how to behave around other people, that’s for sure. You act like you’re five years old or something. Please, spare me the baby talk.

And now you’re going to ask me about the riding track, too? Oh my God, you’re unbelievable. Just leave me alone, will you. If you feel a desperate need to bother someone, bother the stable girls. I’m sure they’re DYING to hear what you have to say.

Tyra: The riding track? You didn’t know about that? It’s right over there, try it out if you like!

After completing the riding track

Sabine: Well, that was...Great! Hey, I thought about the talk we had before... We didn’t get off to a very good start, did we? I guess I was feeling a little insecure or whatever. I’m new here, you know. Would it be too much to ask you for a small favor? Why don’t we start over, and get to know each other? Yeah? So what’s your name? Name? Hi, Name, I’m Sabine. Friends?

Really? You will? Thank you! We will have so much fun together! Gosh, I’m so glad we worked that out. So what are you doing now? You don’t happen to know Justin Moorland, by any chance? You do?! That’s fantastic!

Okay, so I’ve got this letter for Justin from a sort of unknown relative. He needs to get it but as you know, I’m not at all familiar with the land outside the manor. I’m sure I couldn’t find my way back here if I got lost! You know your way around Moorland, don’t you? What, ride there together? No way, I can’t be seen over there, not with my status. I have to the classier areas. I’m sure you understand.

Please, ride to Moorland and give this letter to Justin!

Justin: Hello there, long time no see! A letter for me? Seriously? From whom?

So, you’re doing well at the manor? That’s nice. Don’t feel any pressure to come back here until they can manage without you. According to what I’ve hears they’re pretty desperate for help since that girl, Linda, disappeared.

So, I guess I’ll open this letter then.

Hey, wait...This is...What in the...I don’t know what to...You know what? I need to leave right away. This letter...if what it says is true...

Listen, I can’t stay. You need to tell my father that I’m going on a trip. Will you do that for me? It’s my grandfather. This seems to be really important. Tell Thomas right away!

Thomas: Wait, wait - what are you saying? His grandfather? This can’t be true. Please don’t let this happen! Justin absolutely CANNOT see his...My...This is bad. This is really bad.

We need to stop Justin from leaving. There’s no time to lose!

This is nor happening! He’s gone. My son is GONE! I’ll never forgive myself for letting this happen.

Sabine is the one who gave you the letter, you say? I don’t like that at all. Why of course I know who she is - and I know what I think and have always thought about her - she’s a dangerous, sneaky snake of a girl, that’s what she is. Been harassing my family for far too long now.

You were saying? Well... That’s an interesting point. You’re actually saying that you think Sabine was the masked rider who stole my ownership deed? I never thought of that. I always figured it was someone from GED. That makes sense, though. That girl sure has some sort of hidden agenda involving my family.

Listen, you should ride over to the manor and try to find out more about this. We’ll need anything we can get on this girl.

The Baroness: Sabine? No, she left a while ago with her horse, equipment and everything. It seemed like she wasn’t planning on coming back. It’s funny as she had just paid for a full month’s rent for the stable.

You want to know more about Sabine? Frankly, I don’t know much about the girls here in the stable. I know their names but that’s about as far my memory, or should I say interest - goes.

Hold on - Justin, you say? I’m sorry, what? He went to see my...His...Is this a joke, dear? Because if it is, it’s not funny.

Well, excuse me, I... I think I need a long hot bath... Immediately! GODFREY!

Name, wait. There’s a new girl here somewhere, she has also been asking me about Sabine. Go find her and talk with her. I’m sure you will become best friends in no time.

Alex: Hi, nice to meet you, Name! I’m Alex. Yes? I’m so glad to hear that. I’ve been trying to stop Sabine from both this and that and it’s difficult to say the least. Actually, right now, I’m trying to find a girl that used to work here but suddenly disappeared, Linda is her name. I wouldn’t be surprised if Sabine had something to do with it.

What? You delivered a letter from Sabine to Justin? Uh-oh. That’s not good. And now they’re both gone...

Wait. Have you ever seen Sabine’s horse, Khaan? He look really different from other horses, he has like a faint glow around him. His hoofprints look special too, almost like scorch marks. If we find any such hoofprints around here, maybe we’ll find Sabine! Start looking around the stable.

Good work, Name! You think the tracks indicate that Sabine has gone towards Moorland? You may be right, probably to meet Justin somewhere, what do you think?

Let’s follow the hoofprints together! It should be easier now that we both know what they look like. Let’s go!

After racing to Moorland

Alex: There they are! They’re leaving the island. Oh no! This can’t be happening. This is a disaster... What? No, it’s just... Those containers... Sabine is taking Justin to... You know, I’m sorry, but I really can’t say more right now.

Listen, you should go tell Thomas about this. He’s Justin’s father and needs to know. I’ll see you again at the manor, ok?

Thomas: Name, what’s the matter? You saw Justin? Well, did you stop him? They left on a container? Well, that’s not a nice way to travel. Oh, God, please tell me this isn’t happening. My son has been taken away! My son has been seized by the dark powers!

Thank you for the information, Name. From now on, you should do all you can to help Alex in her search. We need to get Justin back to Moorland somehow. You’re meeting her at the manor now? Excellent.

Alex: You told him? How did he take it? Poor Thomas!

Ok, so, while you were in Moorland, I spoke to The Baroness and got hold of a piece of highly interesting information. The Baroness told me that Justin is her grandson which means that Thomas Moorland is her son. Who is Thomas’ father? Good question. I couldn’t get that out of her. She went on about how that didn’t matter because he’s “long dead”.

You’re right, Name, that doesn’t make any sense. Justin claimed that he was going away to see his grandfather. Unless he is on his way to a grave, somebody is lying.

Councilman: Good day, what can I do for you this time? Of course, the registration books are open to the public, what exactly are you looking for? Oh, the Silverglade family? Now that could be a bit tricky. You see, there was a mysterious fire in the archives some time ago in which all the Silverglade family records were destroyed. It’s certainly peculiar - I do agree with you. Strange indeed.

However, all hope may not be lost. An old mayor kept copies if all the records in his summer house. It’s abandoned now and has been for decades - probably ruined by kids with graffiti, I don’t know but it should be pretty badly run-down. You could go there and see what you can find - perhaps you’ll get lucky.

The house is located on the outskirts of Hollow Woods, to the southwest.

Player: You find an old registration book about the Silverglade family line. The book is falling apart and many pages are moldy, but you find what you were searching for. When she was 18, The Baroness married a Mr. John Sandman from Firgrove.

You better bring the book with you to the manor so that Alex can see it.

Alex: Whoa, this book is really old, it’s practically falling apart! John Sandman, you say? I wonder who that is.

End of day two.

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alltheangstmygifttoyou · 4 years ago

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Soulmate AU Part 6

A/N: I lied apperenlty we’re back to shorter snippets. I feel bad for Jester here, a lot. And Noah. But mostly Jester. But things are only going to get worse for her. Damn. I’d hate to be one of my OC’s.

Summery: Jester is a bit paranoid now that Malcolm seemingly out of the blue has stopped teasing her about Noah, so she confronts him, only to be told she’s already met Noah. But she hasn’t, she would know if she had met her soulmate right?

Word Count: 1664

TW: mentioned violence, manipulation

Jester was glad that Malcolm had stopped bringing up Noah, but was suspicious about why. He had been lording it over her that he was going to show her soulmate how much of a bitch she was for weeks, it wasn’t like him to suddenly give up. She was glad the constant reminders had stopped, but it put her on edge. Elena was glaring at her more often, which left her disappointed in a way she could never express. She didn’t really know what she had done so wrong to make them both ignore and glare so much. Despite how pathetic it was their daily passing of insults was the most she got to talk to people. Everyone else avoided her. Jesse also seemed extremely pissed with her, but that wasn’t completely unusual. Maybe trying to bring the two of them together had been too much. She was sure that the two together would make each other happy, if they actually gave each other a chance. They worked well together now when they wanted to rise up against her. If Jesse could just get over the fact that Malcolm was gay and there was a high chance Jesse himself was gay then they would be fine. If it hadn’t been for Mother Jesse never would have thought that way in the first place. He had been so excited when Malcolm had first started writing to him.

Jester sat at Malcolm’s table and waited for both him and Elena to come. If they were going to avoid her she would come to them. Malcolm seemed most upset by the fact that Jesse was homophobic, if Jester could show him that Jesse was trained to be that way and could change maybe he wouldn’t be so upset. It was chemistry and there were only two seats per table, and every table except for Jester’s assigned table was full. The two of them couldn’t switch tables without getting in trouble with the teacher. After a week of being avoided Jester had the perfect plan to get social interaction. She felt pathetic for this. Malcolm and Elena came in together. When they saw Jester sitting in Elena’s stool their eyes narrowed in unison. Jester would bet that they had practiced that.

“Do you want a repeat of last week?” Malcolm growled, but Jester didn’t remember anything happening last week beside teasing about Noah.

“Don’t you mean two weeks ago, and I remember that going a lot worse for you than me.” He had to be talking about when they cornered her with Jesse. That was the only significant thing they had done to her lately. That’s when Malcolm found out about Noah in the first place. Malcolm’s eyes narrowed even further.

“No, I’m talking about last week, when I ripped your bone through your arm,” Malcolm threatened, and Jester was sure it was just a threat. She didn’t remember anything like that happening last week, and it wasn’t the type of thing that one forgot.

“Sure you did, and I’m sure you’d do it in the middle of class too,” she answered and he sputtered. Elena stayed still, her orange eyes staring at Jester completely focused.

“I did! It wasn’t on purpose but it definitely happened. Right after we introduced you to Noah,” Malcolm sounded as confused as Jester felt. Jester crossed her arms and leaned back.

“I’m pretty sure I would remember meeting my soulmate Lockhart. What game are you playing?” She wouldn’t fall for it, she wouldn’t show them how much their teasing had affected her. She wouldn’t act desperate to know. Malcolm’s jaw dropped slightly.

“What game am I playing? What game are you playing! We introduced him to you in this classroom last week! He’s sitting right over there!” Malcolm shouted and Jester looked to the direction he was pointing only to see all of her normal classmates over there, and none of them were named Noah. She shook her head.

“You’re not going to make me act like a fool, I know everyone’s name in here and none of them are Noah.” Apparently her answer wasn’t enough to make him stop as Malcolm was motioning with both his arms in the same direction.

“What the hell Jester, Noah Treviti, blonde boy in the back, green eyes, messy hair. He’s wearing a light blue jacket?” Jester looked over again, but didn’t see anyone of that description. There were just the normal classmates. She looked back at Malcolm and looking into his eyes she could tell he wasn’t lying, but neither was she. Malcolm hadn’t known Noah’s last name before, she wasn’t sure how he would have found out without finding Noah. She looked again, but there was still nothing. She didn’t understand what was going on.

“What does Noah have to do with you apparently ripping a bone from my arm?” She asked, because apparently there was a connection.

“You seriously don’t remember any of that? Oh my God.” Malcolm exclaimed before going over and talking to someone, Jester couldn’t see who. Whoever it was seemed to be arguing with Malcolm, before Malcolm stormed back over without a person. “He won’t come near you, probably because of your little plan together, I bet this is all because of your little plan together.” Malcolm went on while Jester tried to figure out who the hell he had been talking to because she didn’t notice anyone there.

“Elena, I think he’s finally lost it. Malcolm’s gone off the deep end. I don’t even understand his mumbling anymore. Can you decipher this lost man’s words?” She asked the redhead, who had not stopped glaring.

“I don’t think this is a trick Malcolm.” Elena responded, ignoring Jester, who huffed. Apparently Elena had gone crazy too. Malcolm looked at Elena, then behind her to the door, where Jesse was walking in. Malcolm waved him over to which he complied with a sigh.“Did you do something to your sister?” Malcolm asked to which Jesse glared.

“No, last I heard you ripped her arm apart and I thought that was good enough.” Jesse’s response left Jester even more confused. So Jesse said he heard about it, which meant he wasn’t there but the information circulated around school. Which meant it happened and she just honestly didn’t remember it.

“She doesn’t remember,” Elena explained and Jesse rolled his eyes.

“She’s faking obviously. Now if you two gullible idiots are done wasting my time I’m going to sit down,” and he did. Mr. Workshire walked in and Jester moved back to her seat. She had gotten a conversation but she didn’t feel better. She spent all of class looking around for someone she didn’t recognize, for someone with messy blonde hair and green eyes but she didn’t notice anyone. She didn’t raise her hand to answer questions and while she did do the lab she didn’t do it well. The teacher seemed to notice her lack of enthusiasm and put a hand on her shoulder, one that stayed there long enough to make Jester uncomfortable, but she was too busy to say anything about it. When class was over and Jester packed up her things Jesse came over dragging behind a pale skinny boy with messy blonde hair.

“Noah, Jester, can I go now? She was obviously faking this whole time.” Jesse called out, while the boy who was apparently Noah seemed to be on the verge of tears. Malcolm separated Jesse’s tight grip from Noah’s arm and the two boys got into an argument. Jester didn’t listen, just examined the boy. She hadn’t noticed the boy all of class. He didn’t look familiar at all. His eyes sparkled a light green that reminded Jester of the moss covering a swamp. Maybe that comparison came to mind because the boy was now crying.

“Jesse, you made the tall boy cry, I think you should say sorry.” Jester called out, interrupting the argument. Jesse mumbled something before stomping off while Malcolm put his hands on Noah’s shoulders, who clearly tried to pull away, but Malcolm kept his hands there.

“Like you weren’t the one to make him cry Jester, what did you do to him?” Jester threw her head back at Malcolm’s exclamation only to drop it forward and rub her temples. She was starting to get a headache.

“I have never met him before, what could I have possibly done?” She asked and Malcolm began to rub the boy’s shoulder, who had begun to cry harder.

“Pretending you’ve never met him is probably what’s upsetting him.” Elena explained and Jester sighed.

“But I have never seen him before, what do you want from me? For all I know this is some random kid you’re pretending is Noah.” The two of them stared at her unbelieving before Elena took out a pen and drew on Noah’s face. Jester felt a tingle on her face and knew that it was true. She wanted to say oh but that would be like admitting she was wrong.

“He doesn’t seem to like that you’re touching him.” Jester mumbled and Malcolm went to say something when Noah let out a particularly loud sob and pulled out of Malcolm’s grasp and ran. Malcolm glared at her and went after the boy while Elena lingered, looking at Jester before grabbing both her and Malcolm’s things and walking away. Jester spent the rest of the day wondering about Noah, and arguing with herself whether to write with him. When she went to bed that night she couldn’t sleep, still wanting to grab her skin washable marker and write to Noah. But she was worried he was still in a dangerous situation, that he was crying so hard because the three heroes were putting him in harm's way by having the two of them interact. She was knocked out of these thoughts by the creak of her door opening. There stood Noah, she smiled at him, but he was still frowning.

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moonstruckbucky · 6 years ago

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Fool for You [one-shot]

Summary: You want Bucky, but Bucky wants somebody else.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst. Lots of angst. Some self-deprecating thoughts, insecurity. Language because my potty mouth. Bucky’s a dick. Not a happy ending. You’ve been warned.

Notes: Inspired by Linger by the Cranberries, but keep in mind it’s not a song fic! I’ve been in such a writing funk lately. I hope this doesn’t totally suck. Enjoy! x

She’s funny. Her joke has Sam wheezing, Steve snorting, and Bucky chuckling. Even Nat has quirked a small grin. They’re so busy recovering their breath that no one sees the absolutely moon-eyed look Bucky directs at her.

Nobody but you.

It’s hard to ignore the rising bitterness in your throat as you sit on the couch, once ensconced in your novel until Sam began hooting like a broken trumpet, a result of her well-timed joke. Of course she’s funny. She has just about everything else going for her, including Widow’s respect, which is a national treasure all on its own.

She isn’t an Avenger, but she may as well be since she’s in the tower so much. It makes your stomach curdle. The super soldier at her side curls a loving arm around her shoulders, drops a kiss onto her hair, and the gesture has her beaming.

And Bucky looks about the same way you feel.

Because Bucky had to go and catch feelings for his best friend’s girl.

He thinks no one knows, but you’re his best friend. Of course you know. You know because he looks at her the same way you do him. You scoff quietly.

Cliches suck.

A weight drops onto the couch cushion beside you.

Careful, Y/N. Green isn’t really your color.

Wanda. Normally you take issue with the fact that Wanda sometimes implants herself in your head, but other times, like now, you’re thankful for it. Explaining it to anyone else makes shame bubble up in your gut.

You give Wanda a single, meaningful glance before your gaze is ultimately drawn back over your shoulder. She, Cassandra, is in the middle of telling a story that has everyone’s rapt attention, Steve looking down at her fondly while it goes unnoticed that Bucky is doing the same. You’re not sure if he realizes he’s doing it, but considering he’s doing it in front of Widow tells you he isn’t.

A quick glance at Nat shows her eyes bouncing between Bucky and Cassandra. Ah, so it wasn’t missed by the scarily-observant super spy. She catches your eye next, an entire conversation being wordlessly spoken. You avert your gaze with a sigh and miss the quizzical little head tilt Nat gives.

When Cassandra’s laughter bubbles up again, you can’t stand it anymore. Wanda frowns up at you as you stand, finger tucked into your book to save your place. You leave the room, wincing as the laughter picks up again.

Inside the confines of your room, you abandon your book to sit on the floor at the foot of your bed, your back against the mattress and box spring. You never meant to be part of probably the stupidest cliche to ever exist, yet here you are. And like that stupid cliche, you have no idea how it even happened.

Somewhere along the path of Bucky’s re-self-discovery, you fell for the man he’d become. Not the Soldier, not the smooth talking ladies’ man of the 40s, but someone somewhere in between. More self-assured than he’s ever been, though not without his faults or his setbacks. Really, though, how could you not have seen this coming?

You sigh into the dark, knees propped up and elbows resting upon them so you can drop your head into your hands. It’s stupid—pathetic, really—how your mind automatically begins to compare you to Cassandra, regardless of the fact that she’s taken. It’s more so because she has Bucky’s full attention, that moon-eyed look solely meant for her that you so wish was directed at you.

You’re a teammate, his close friend, and it seems that’s all you’ll ever be to him. It hurts, coming to that conclusion, knowing you’re one of those girls unfortunately and unfairly destined to experience unrequited love. You laugh mirthlessly to yourself and shake your head, tangle your fingers in your hair and tug, just a little, just enough to ground you before your mind sucks you into a maelstrom of self-pity.

You know sooner or later you’ll have to come clean to Nat, if the perceptive redhead hasn’t already put it together. Wanda is your closest friend aside from Bucky, but Natasha’s scary wisdom beyond her years comes in handy, especially in the tough situations.

You can’t imagine a situation any tougher than this.

So it comes as no surprise as, the next morning, the Black Widow corners you in the kitchen. You don’t bother to hide; stubbornness is one of Nat’s lesser, but more prominent, qualities, and she’s patient as all get out. Instead, you lead her back to your bedroom and spill. She doesn’t interrupt, only listens intently with her head tilted in that feline manner she has.

“Well, that’s quite a predicament,” she notes when you finish. Grumbling unintelligibly, you suck down your coffee. She leans back on her hands beside you. “So I take it there is zero chance of you talking to Bucky about it?”

“Why would I?” you retort, but Nat isn’t offended. “The only thing that’ll accomplish is ensuring our friendship is toast. Burnt as fuck, crispy toast. Plus, I’m not really in the mood to be humiliated when he says he doesn’t return my feelings.”

“How do you know he wouldn’t?”

“Uh, hello, I know you of all people didn’t miss the absolute head-over-heels look he gave her yesterday.”

“Yeah, but it’s not like he’s going to act on that. Steve would pummel him, and it would probably end their friendship.”

“Regardless, I’m not having that conversation with him. I’m just gonna...keep a lid on it and act as if nothing’s off.”

Nat scoffs and you shoot her a look. “Honey, even if I wasn’t me I wouldn’t miss the looks you give him when someone’s not looking.”

You open your mouth and then promptly shut it. Releasing a sigh, you rub your temples. “Okay, so then what do I do? If I pull away he’s going to know something’s up. He’s far too much like you.”

Nat, for once, is rendered clueless on how to proceed. Then, with an actual physical shake of her body, she says, “Okay, so you pretty much have three options. Option one, continue as normal, hide your feelings, be his best friend, and ultimately, probably spontaneously combust because you’re keeping them down instead of letting them out. Option two, tell him, risk the chance that your friendship might change or Bucky will decide to pull his head out of his ass and not make moon-eyes at a taken woman, thus eventually falling in love with you and the two of you live happily ever after. Option three, you start dating. Outside the Tower. Run the risk that you’ll find someone who completes you instead of pining for a guy who might not.”

“That’s it, huh?” you deadpan. Truthfully, none of those options sounds appealing, but more than likely you’re going for option one.

Option one, it turns out, is a goddamn pain in the ass to stick to. In order to throw off Nat’s, and even Sam’s, suspicions that he’s into his best friend’s girl, Bucky has latched himself onto you. Normally, this would be, well, normal. Now? It’s downright impossible to bite your tongue from telling him what’s been cooking up in your head, damn near inconceivable to not lean into him when he sits a little closer to you at movie night.

The little niggling feeling in the back of your head tells you he has tricks up his sleeve, but you brush it off for now and bask in the slightly spice scent of his cologne.

Some weeks later, you’re faring no better. It’s growing even more difficult to bottle your feelings up and stow them in the back of your mind, especially when Bucky’s clinginess seems to multiply tenfold. You aren’t dumb, or naive for that matter, when you realize the only time he’s right on top of you is when Steve and Cassandra are present. When you first put it together, no words in the English dictionary are sufficient enough to describe the painful pang in your heart.

Yet you let it continue.

Nat criticizes you more than once, as does Wanda (who’s admittedly a bit gentler with her approach, but Nat was never one for beating around a bush). You promise both of them you’ll confront him soon, draw a line in the sand that he can’t use you to make his best friend’s girl jealous.

Plus, his plan isn’t working anyways. Cassandra remains both in the dark and unaffected by what he’s doing, and she merely smiles genuinely when she notices Bucky’s arm around your shoulder or waist. As soon as she and Steve leave the room, his arm drops and his shoulders droop. It makes you angry, and it’s why you suddenly begin to dodge his advances. You stop playing along to his chagrin and befuddlement, and the fact that he’s even confused by your refusal to go along with it reignites your ire.

How dare he abuse your friendship, wordlessly expect you to go along with a pointless attempt to make Cassandra jealous? It’s callous and a little cruel of him; you thought you were friends. Friends didn’t treat each other like toys or tools to just use at one’s convenience. Even more than that, with Bucky’s sudden attention on you all the time, as superficial as it is, it only intensifies your feelings for him—both the positive and the negative.

On the one hand, a large, secret part of you revels in being pressed up against him so often, absorbing his warmth and being able to pretend, for just a little while, that his feelings for you aren’t a scheme, that they’re genuine. The smaller, more logical part of you knows you can’t let this continue, and it finally all comes to a head when Bucky asks of you something so unbelievably selfish that you snap.

“I’m sorry, you want to what?” you ask, turning your ear to him as if you hadn’t heard him correctly.

“We should sleep together,” he repeats with a careless shrug. He seems surprised when your gaze hardens and ignites all at once.

“Why? So you can continue your pointless scheme of trying to make Cassandra jealous? Is that why?” you accuse icily. Bucky takes a small step back, mouth opening and closing similar to a fish as he searches for something to say. You beat him to it. “No, Bucky, I won’t sleep with you to go along with your stupid fucking plan of pursuing a taken woman, much less the woman who’s dating your best fucking friend. I’m not stupid; I know what you’ve been doing, and I can’t even believe you would abuse our friendship like that, use me the way you have, without a second thought. Do my feelings mean absolutely nothing to you? Do you know how hard it’s been coming to grips with the fact that, while I struggle with my feelings, for you, you only see me as something to use, something to exploit?”

Bucky’s face continues to fall as you rant, unleashing every pent up thought and emotion. Your voice covers a range of emotion—anger, sadness, hurt—all in a matter of seconds that he nearly has whiplash. Bucky’s always had a strong poker face, but even he can’t hide the feelings rolling through him. The one he settles on is shame. Good.

“You...you have feelings for me?” he questions, quiet and meek.

You scoff. “Right now, I really wish I fucking didn’t. You aren’t who I thought you were, Bucky. Not even close. I was willing to let it go that you wouldn’t feel the same way for me, I’ve accepted that. What I won’t accept is being used as if our friendship means absolute shit to you.”

“No, honey, that’s not—” He stops when you shake your head, teeth clenched tightly and jaw wobbling as you fight to hold back your tears of hurt and heartbreak.

“It was what you were doing, Bucky, and I want no part of it. In fact, I think it’s better you and I don’t speak.”

Bucky looks crestfallen, regret and agony and the will to plead for your forgiveness swimming in his eyes. Bucky’s poker face was ace, but his eyes gave him away and you’d become an expert at reading them. Even if it’s not what he’d intended when he began this hairbrained plan, it’s what happened, and you had been caught in the crossfire.

“Ever?” he asks, a sob ripping from his throat while those pale eyes brim with tears. You glance away for a moment, but then you bravely meet his gaze, holding it.

“Ever,” you confirm. Your face remains stoic but inside your chest your heart splinters and cracks. It’s so painful to break off your most treasured friendship, but Bucky had taken advantage of you, whether or not he had been aware of your feelings. You voice this aloud. “I can accept you not returning my feelings, but I can’t forgive you for taking advantage of me. That’s not what friends do. Goodbye Bucky.”

The door closes softly in his face and Bucky leans his head against the wood, face crumbling as he lets himself go. How could he have been so stupid?

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silliusssoddus · 6 years ago

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I’d Never Be Angry With You

(Part 2 of “Take Another Piece Of My Heart”) A/N: I’m honestly so surprised and grateful for the of love and support I got from part 1 (which I recommend you read before this). And the amount of people that wanted a part 2?? Wowow thank you so much! So here she is and I’d like to apologise because: TRIGGER WARNING - SUICIDE ATTEMPT/SUICIDAL IDEATIONS I’d like to make it clear that my intentions are in no means to glorify or romanticise suicide. I’m not saying this is how every depressed person acts bc this is written based on my own experiences and thoughts. I do not intend to offend anyone with this. If you are experiencing suicidal thoughts or similar please, seek help. You can always talk to me :3 I find talking to be a good way of relieving emotions.

I hope you like it :P and I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable.

A year had whizzed by faster than you could’ve ever imagined. After you left your long term friends, you were surprised at how much free time you had now that you weren’t touring with them or joining them in the studio, watching them fall apart at disagreements. You had moved into your parents’ flat, though they were no longer with you. You had no other place to go and this was the safest place that didn’t draw connections to Queen. Every time you thought about the day you left, you’d suddenly get the urge to hit your head until it’s out of your mind. No matter what, nothing filled the empty space in your heart the boys left and John took up the most space.

You spent the whole day writing the final parts of the note you’d been storing for a few months. You were never serious about it, but lately you were the lowest you ever felt. You couldn’t bear living the lie that you were perfectly fine, that you weren’t lonely all the time from isolating yourself in your flat and only went out to buy groceries every other week or so. Even then, you couldn’t gather the energy to make meals.

The note was your final goodbye to everyone, but more importantly an apology to John for wasting his time with your presence.

You closed the front door of the building and got into your car, driving to what was yours and John's favourite place. It was an isolated field on a massive cliff with a bench and a dim streetlight placed on the side. It was perfect. You parked the car and sat on the bench for a while, going through your note and assuring yourself that this was the only way. You didn’t need to live in shame and embarrassment anymore. It was now or never.

Sighing deeply, you walked closer to the edge, stuffing the note in your pocket. You closed your eyes, ready to lean into the pit, when a familiar voice called out from behind you.

You jumped back and turned around to see who it was. Your face went from shock, to confusion and then to anger. “John? What’re you doing here?” He looked intimidated by your harsh tone. You couldn’t find it in you to feel the slightest bit sympathetic.

“I’ve come here every evening ever since we...” he couldn’t even finish the sentence, you could tell it hurt him to think about. The two of you stood there in silence, awkwardness clearly present. It took him a few seconds to realise what you were about to do.

”Christ, Y/N, get away from the edge.” he said, taking a step closer to you as you took one back. Your heels were hanging dangerously off the cliff.

“If you come any closer I’ll- I’ll do it.” you threatened. He had no idea what he had to do.

“Is this because of me?” he said quietly.

“Y-yeah...no it’s my fault. I just feel bad for wasting so much of your time. I’ve written my guilt - and everything else - down.” you stumbled on your words. Everything you said sounded stupid out loud and your cheeks flared with fire.

“Can I see it?”

You fumbled in your pocket to find your note and reached your arm out for him to take it.

“It’s written for you anyway.” your voice wobbled.

He ran towards you, grabbing your arm and pulling you away from the cliff, not giving you time to react. He then slipped the grip on your arm and wrapped it around your waist, pulling you into a deep hug. It took you by surprise - not having any sort of affection for over a year made you so fragile that his touch triggered a waterfall of tears. You sobbed into his shoulder and whispered apologies as he shushed you and you felt complete. Being in his arms - it felt like home.

“I love you, Y/N.” he whispered, breaking you out of your trance. Memories of the break up came flowing back. You pushed him away aggressively, tears turning angrier.

“Force of habit, I’m so sorry-” he blushed, eyes falling to look at his feet. He was visibly embarrassed but you didn’t care. At least he understood how moronic you’ve felt.

“Unbelievable. You broke me - I don’t know who I am anymore! That’s what you did to me!” You tried grabbing the note back, but he pulled his hand away, looking down to read it.

“Forget it. I can’t deal with this right now.”

You stomped off into your car, slammed the door and sped your way home, leaving him to read your pathetic note full of self-hatred.

You were exhausted, sobbing hysterically as you walked into the flat and threw your coat on the hanger. Suddenly, your knees buckled under you and you held onto the walls for support as you made your way into the living room.

“Could you stop pestering me?”

You couldn’t stop the flashbacks.

“I need you to go.”

The clothes you were wearing quickly drenched in sweat as your hot skin stuck to it. You could feel your breathing getting slower and see everything merging into one big blur of darkness before your head hit the ground.

However, you were unaware that John remembered his way to your parents’ flat and it didn’t take him long to find out it’s where you’ve been hiding from him and the world. Why didn’t he go there before? He used the spare key in the plant pot to get into the lobby, something he was used to in your earlier years, and walked up to your flat.

He knocked on the door a few times, but you didn’t respond. He got nervous, knocking more and calling your name through the postbox. You were still unconscious as he opened your door, walking through the flat and trying to find you.

Then, he finally saw you in the middle of your living room floor, unresponsive. He panicked for a few seconds before checking for a pulse, breathing a huge sigh of relief when he found one. He carefully placed a hand on your back, the other under your knees, carrying you into your room. With the same tenderness, he placed you in your bed and tucked the duvet around you.

You woke up to the faint sound of sizzling, worried that you’d be the reason for the building burning down. You got up to investigate the origins of the sound, light-headed and dazed as to how you ended up in your bed. You didn’t remember much of yesterday’s events, until you saw John next to your stove.

“Oh good, you’re awake. Slept well?”

“Was fine.” you looked at him confused. Maybe you were concussed and he was just a hallucination.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” he grinned, walking over to check your temperature. Your heart fluttered when his warm hand pressed against your forehead. You shook your head rid of his hand and your feelings.

“Lucky for you, breakfast will be ready in a minute.” He flashed a smile and turned back to the stove. As you made your way to the table, you couldn’t help wondering if there was something you forgot from last night. You thought you’d made your anger toward him clear, so why was he in your house?

“Careful, you’ll shoot lasers into the table if you carry on staring like that.” John showed up in front of you, holding two plates of full English breakfasts. He noticed you rolling your eyes.

“What, you don’t like the food?”

You scoffed, “No, you know it’s my favourite. It’s just- why are you here, John?”

“You really think I would just forget the state I saw you in yesterday?”

“Uh, judging by the terms we left off on, yes.”

You started on the breakfast, eating like there was no tomorrow.

“You really haven’t been taking proper care of yourself, have you?”

“Define “proper care”.” you spoke through the food. You quickly glanced up to see John looking at you, his forehead wrinkled in concern.

“Look, I’m fine right now, aren’t I? Why are you so worried? Can’t you just leave me alone?” He chuckled quietly, which only sparked more anger in you.

“What?” you retorted.

“That’s the last thing I told you.”

Your face softened, pinching the bridge of your nose and forcing the flashbacks to go away.

“Really, what’s wrong? What drove you to the cliff?”

“My car.” you scoffed, making him put down his knife and fork to look at you with more seriousness.

“Y/N.” he said sharply.

“It is in the note that you stole from me yesterday.”

“I didn’t read it. It made me sick to think about,” his voice cracked and he blinked furiously to stop himself from crying, “my mind was just set on making sure you were still alive.”

This whole time he’d been caring for your you the same way you cared for him. And you’d been denying his care the same way he denied yours. So you told him everything. You told him how the loneliness from not having any family left and losing the only friends you ever had got unbearable.

“But I never said I wanted you out of my life.”

“Then why didn’t you check on me sooner?”

“I told you, I needed time for myself. Everything just got to me after Freddie died, not to mention I was treating you like sh-”

“Woah, language. Didn’t expect that from you.” you gave a small laugh to ease the tone and he joined. You finally felt comfortable talking to him again.

“Y’know, time away from you gave me a lot to think about.”

“Like what?”

“I think you’re the one,” you dropped your knife and fork and looked at him in shock, “I mean, I’ve always known. Even the band did,” he grinned.

You remember everyone being relieved after you finally got together, calling you the couple that’d never split. Even you believed it, up until that day.

“Freddie and Brian wouldn’t stop talking about fate. Roger, my word Roger, he always made fun of me. He’d ask when his turn was!” he chuckled, his face shortly turning serious. He leant over the table and rested his hands on yours. “And I’ll help you get through this. I promise, you can get through this, I’ll do my best to make sure you’re with me for as long as possible. I’ll get you a therapist. Until then-”

He got out of the chair and headed to your radio, looking through your CDs that haven’t been touched in more than a year while you sat there and felt like a child on Christmas. You didn’t realise how much you missed him rambling about things he was so passionate about. About how much he cared for you. He skipped through many songs on “The Game”, eventually landing on “Need Your Loving Tonight”, a song he wrote.

You felt nostalgia rushing while he hopped around the living room floor, showing off his old Disco Deacy moves. He sang his way over to you, stretching out a hand. You took it and joined him on the floor.

“I said I’d never be angry with you.” you sang along, grinning as he gave you that Deacy smile that would never get old.

The two of you jumped around like mad and you couldn’t stop laughing. He would occasionally spin you or do some other cheesy, romantic moves while the song continued.

“Coz I love her, love her, love her, love her!”

His voice was croaky from the lack of singing over the years and he messed up the lines frequently, but he didn’t care. As long as what he needed to tell you reached you, he was happy. And it did. That euphoric feeling of home filled you to the brim, melting the remaining anger and hurt.

The song had ended but he kept repeating some lyrics. You started crying over how happy you felt, after you’ve beaten yourself up for so long.

“Come on, Y/N, let’s get together.”

You nodded enthusiastically, locking your arms around his neck, his hands held your hips as he pulled you into a long-awaited, warm kiss.

“I’ll love you, Deacy, I’ll love you forever.” - Thank you for reading, I hope you liked it! As always, criticism is welcomed. Taglist & thank you for the kind messages: @notthebackchat @deakyjohns @tini-monster @fatbottomedgorl @right-til-the-end @endlesslydead @marvellouspengwing @sweetdreamsaremadeofthis27 @heartsarecompatible @fredthelegend @cosmicsskies @deakysgirl

#bohemian rhapsody #queen #john deacon #joe mazzello #joe mazzello as john deacon #john deacon fluff #attempted fluff #I suck #john deacon x reader #queen fanfic #queen fluff #bad writing im sorry #I said id never be angry with you #need your loving tonight

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upinthestarsx3 · 6 years ago

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I’m Not Gay (Vkook) pt 2

Pairing: V and Jungkook

Summary: Taehyung and Jungkook experiment with each other sexually; eventually they have to confront their feelings.

Warning: Explicit language

Genre: Smut and angst.

Enjoy!

Part 1: here

Taehyung’s POV

The next day was awkward, as expected. The boys and I got ready and piled into the van to head to a cafe for the breakfast Jungkook promised everyone. The atmosphere was thick, and I wasn't the only one who thought so.

"What's your attitude about? You're the one who promised us breakfast, you know." Yoongi questions, turning towards Jungkook clearly not happy with the cold shoulder he's been giving everyone all day.

"No attitude here, hyung. Just tired" he replies.

"Yeah.. tired" I mumble with a scoff. No one else acknowledges my comment but Jungkook turns his neck far enough to look me in the eye while I'm seated in the back seat.

"Shut the fuck up." He growls through clenched teeth.

"Woah, woah. What's up with you today Kookie?" Jimin asks, placing his hand on Kookie's back. If that were me he would have ripped my hand from his body, but he allows Jimin to comfort him.

The ride is quiet and somehow even more awkward than when we first got into the car. We finally arrive to the cafe and we're seated at a circular booth in the back. As if my luck couldn't get any worse, I end up sitting in between a mean Jungkook and a curious Yoongi. Jungkook doesn't hide his frustrations of our seating arrangement when he lets out a large huff once I'm seated. There he goes, making me feel small once again.

"So boys, how's everyone feeling?" Hoseok questions with a wide smile, starting a conversation with all of the boys. I don't bother to join them, and neither does Jungkook.

Do not talk to him, do not talk to him, do not talk to him. I repeat to myself.

"I'm sorry about yesterday." My mouth betrays me before I can stop myself. He should be the one apologizing, not me; but I can't help it, I didn't want him mad at me anymore.

"You're the one apologizing? Wow, you really are pathetic." He replies bluntly.

"Sorry." I say once again out of habit, and then I turn to face Yoongi and join the other boy's conversation instead.

"Why did you say that to him? You two are acting real weird lately." Jimin questions Jungkook suspiciously.

"It's nothing." He lets out a fake laugh and begins playing around with Jimin. I get up from my seat, needing to get air. If I sit there any longer I would probably lose it.

I sat on the back porch of the restaurant and let my tears fall. It was hard never being alone, being around these boys all the time meant never being able to cry alone.

My head is resting in my hands when I see a pair of feet reach in front of me. I look up with watery eyes to see a pouting Jimin looking down at me.

"What's wrong?" He asks, sitting next to me and rubbing my back. He was always the best at consoling people, but I wish it were Jungkook consoling me instead.

"It's noth-" I begin but he quickly cuts me off.

"Don't lie." He whispers sternly, I almost want to tell him the truth, but Jungkook would literally kill me.

"I miss home a lot." I lie right through my teeth.

"Awe, Tae. We all feel the same way; but don't worry, we're doing this because we have an amazing opportunity to do what we love, home will always be there. The important thing is that we have each other!" He says, trying to give me all the encouraging words that I really didn't need to hear. I wasn't homesick. I was in love... I was in love with someone who keeps breaking my heart.

When we head back to the dorm, Suga walks right into the studio with Namjoon and Jin following. Hoseok leaves with our choreographer to learn a new dance and Jimin demands no one bother him because he needs a nap.

I sat on the couch alone, skimming through channels on our TV when I feel the other side of the couch sink. I look over to see Jungkook already looking at me.

"Come with me?" He asks, which sounded more like a demand, but he still waited for me to answer anyway.

"No." I reply with a blank look.

"Look, I'm sorry. I was wrong. Now come with me." He speaks up again, with his sorry excuse of an apology. I should have rejected him once again, but I don't. I stand up and follow him to his bedroom, the events from last night's argument immediately flooding my thoughts.

"Okay, I'm here. What do you want?" I ask, for some reason I thought there would be some sort of surprise waiting for me. Instead, he reaches behind me and closes the door. He makes no effort to give me space, his fingers flicks the light off and his hands are on my hips in a hurry. I should have known this is what he wanted.

"You." He breathes out. "I want you." He whispers with soft kisses from my earlobes down to my neck.

I keep my hands at my sides- making no attempt to show him any affection and he becomes annoyed.

"Kiss me." He moans, his eyes already hung low. I want to deny him, I want to tell him to fuck off and let me find someone who deserves my love. But I want him; and the truth is, I could never tell him no.

So I kiss him. The no kissing rule he made up clearly broken now once again. He kisses me back, and I can't help but think this kiss is different. It's not rough like it usually is, his lips are moving slow this time. His hands find my ass and he squeezes hard pressing me against him and slowly grinding into me.

"Do you feel how excited you make me?" He grunts, quickly taking my lower lip between his teeth and tugging at it. He takes my hand gently and brings me over to his bed. I can't believe how gentle he's being with me, something has to be up.

He takes his pants off and lays right in the middle of his bed before motioning me to take my pants off too. I follow his directions and climb onto the bed, suddenly becoming shy. He must've noticed because he chuckles and grabs my thigh before growing it over his hip, making me straddle him. He grabs onto my hips and begins thrusting his hips into me. I let out a loud moan and he quickly covers my mouth.

"Quiet, princess." He smirks up at me, I can see a hint of a smile lingering on his lips. This was not something I was used to.

I cautiously lean down, placing my face in the center of his neck and putting my hands in his hair, pulling on it every once in a while. Slowly I start to rock my hips against his too, letting out another deep moan at the feeling of our cocks rubbing together. This time, he doesn't quiet me down, he's a moaning mess himself.

I take this opportunity to remove my boxers, he eyes me cautiously but doesn't stop me. I watch as he pinches the sides of his boxers before he pulls his all the way down as well. We've been intimate, but never this intimate before.

He quickly grabs my hips once again and pulls me onto him. He picks up where he left off grinding onto me with a quick pace.

"F-fuck, princess. You're doing such a good job, I'm gonna cum soon." He pants with his eyes squeezed shut. My large hand finds the base of our cocks and I wrap my fingers them while we continue grinding into each other, creating even more friction. He's whispering little nothings in my ear and kissing me as if he didn't tell me that was off limits a day ago.

"I'm sorry." He whines while he continues to grind into me. "I'm sorry for everything." He continues. He wraps his arms unbelievably tight around me as he encourages me to grind harder and faster.

"I love you." I whisper without thinking, it's not until I feel his thrusts come to a complete stop that I realized what I said. A flashback of the argument that unleashed just yesterday because I admitted that I had feelings for him played in my head; and I instantly regret opening my mouth right now.

"What did you say?" He says with wide eyes staring up at me.

"I'm sorry." I quickly respond, afraid that I had ruined the moment. "I'm sorry, let's just fini-"

"Stop talking for a second please, you're giving me a headache. How could you fall in love with me? Are you crazy?" He says, pushing me off of him to stand up from the bed, putting distance between the two of us.

"I can't control my feelings you know! You were being to nice to me today, I thought you finally-" he didn't let me finish.

"Tae, how many times do I have to tell you? I'm not gay." He says throwing his hands in the air, before bringing them to his face, hiding himself from me.

"What are you so afraid of?" I whisper while putting my clothes back on.

"I'm not afraid. I'm just not gay, I told you, this was for fun, remember?" He snarls while wrapping his robe around his body, avoiding my eyes as they traveled to random areas around the room.

"Okay, then I can't do this anymore. It's clearly just a game to you, but it isn't a game to me. I'm sorry I let my feelings get in the way, I'm sorry I'm so pathetic, and most importantly, I'm sorry you are so afraid to be honest with yourself. I won't make things awkward at work, I promise." I whisper with tears beginning to stain my eyes. I look at Jungkook and he's wearing an unreadable expression, his eyes refusing to meet mine.

I begin to walk to the door and before I can reach it, he pulls me back. He looks conflicted, confused even. I can see the water in his eyes that threatened to spill before he spoke.

"Please stay."

Part 3 is here

#smut #v x jungkook #vkook #bts #taehyung x jungkook #angst #fluff #one shot #Namjoon #Jin #Suga #Jhope #Jimin

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the-writings-of-our-hearts · 7 years ago

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Lucky

Hey friends! I hope you enjoy this insanely fluffy Poe piece that was requested by an anon. Requests are always open, and I’m writing for an exciting new fandom! Check out my bio for more info. Requests, as usual, are a always open.

Summary: A mission gone wrong dredges up old memories, and Poe reminds you that they’re nonsense.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x PlusSize!Reader

Warnings: Mention of weight/weight issues, mention of violence. Fluff, so much fluff y’all.

Word Count: 1,377

Now Playing: You Are In Love, Taylor Swift

Lucky

You were a damn good pilot. You knew it, Poe knew it, General Organa knew it, hell, everyone in the resistance knew it. Look at your mission history, every mission you’d flown. You weren’t just damn good, you were damn unbelievable.

You had no idea why you were laying on your uncomfortable resistance standard-issue mattress staring at the same durasteel ceiling. It was like you really wanted to cry but couldn’t find the tears. So you just laid there and stared blankly. You closed your eyes and kept replaying that last mission on Nar Shadaa over and over again.

The landing struts of the Black Leader and Silver Leader X-Wings touched down gently on the ancient landing arm. Your boots touched the ground and you swore you heard creaking.

“Poe, I don’t like this,” you said, hearing your voice echo through the caverns created by the buildings. You began to hesitantly walk forward into to run-down metropolis in front of you.

“I know,” Poe responded as he jogged to catch up to you. “But we have to find the artifacts that that Hutt hid away. If anyone knows where those holocrons are, they’ll be on the Smugglers Moon.”

“Where are we going again? Doesn’t look like anyone’s been here since the days of the Old Republic,” you remarked sarcastically.

“Cantina. Some people still live on this moon to salvage, and we’ll find them there.” Poe stopped to open a door, flourishing his arm out dramatically. “After you,”

“Ass.”

You stepped into the cantina and were instantly taken aback by the smell of juma juice and engine exhaust.

“Alright,” you whispered to the pilot next to you. “Where do we start?”

“I see some pilot types in the back booth over there, I’m gonna go see if they’ll tell me something. Maybe you can start with the bartender.”

“I’ll check back when I’ve learned something.”

You walked over to the bar at the other end of the cantina and ordered your drink. The bartender, a young Twi’lek man slid the glass across the bar with a smile. You smiled and raised your glass to him, a universal ‘thank you.’

“Hey,” you heard from a few bar stools down. You looked to your right and saw a middle-aged human male with a young woman on his arm. You gave him a polite head nod and got back to your drink.

“You fly that X-Wing in?” He asked in a deep voice.

“I did,” you responded gruffly, not looking up from your drink.

“Yeah, I saw some of those rolls you did between the buildings.”

“Thanks,” you said shortly, knocking back the rest of your drink and standing.

As you began to walk away, you heard from behind you “They were sloppy.”

You turned on a dime. “What?” you growled.

“You pitched too far to the sides. But, with that much extra weight in the cockpit, I’m not surprised.”

You didn’t respond, clenching and unclenching your fists in an attempt to calm down.

“It’s an act of the Force that thing could even lift you off the landing pad.”

Having heard enough, anger boiled in your veins. Insults of your body were nothing new, sad as it was, but Force help anybody who questioned your piloting ability. You pulled your fist back, poised to deliver a hit for the ages.

Were you actually going to punch him? Maybe. Maybe not. But you never got that far, because a hand gently wrapped around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. You turned your head over your shoulder to see Poe standing only a few inches behind you. You pulled your wrist out of this hand, snatching your helmet off the bar top, and leaving without a word.

You were already ten meters past the cantina doors when you heard them open again.

“What was that?” Poe scolded from behind you.

“He had it coming,” you shot back, not looking back or breaking stride.

“Where are you going?” Poe called, his voice now even farther behind you.

“Home. Take all the credit for finding the holocrons, you would anyway.”

And that was all that had lead you to stare blankly at the silver durasteel above you. As your mind continued to race, you couldn’t figure out why you were so angry. People had questioned your piloting abilities before and you had never flown off the handle like that. No, you weren’t angry because he questioned your abilities, not really, you were angry because he brought up your weight.

People had thrown it in your face your whole life, like it somehow made you less capable of being a good pilot. You would come back from missions with Poe and he would get most all of the credit – just because of what you looked like, people automatically assumed you were the sidekick. It had never bothered you that much, you knew your worth. You couldn’t figure out why you were so upset about it now.

Maybe it was because now you thought they were right. Not just the man in the cantina, everyone who ever made fun of you. Oh, Force, they were right, they were right, they were—

Your train of thought was cut off by the light whoosh of your door opening. You quickly turned over to face the wall.

“Go away 3PO, I’ll file my report later,” you grumbled.

“Guess again,” Poe’s voice came from behind you. You bolted upright, in an attempt to look slightly less pathetic than you were sure you already did.

“Uh, Poe. Hi?” You said, the last part really more of a question.

“Hey, copilot,” he said softly as he began to make his way across the room. His hair was matted from his helmet, his flight suit was still on, he smelled like a garage, but damn if he wasn’t still the most beautiful human being. He came to sit down on your bed, the single bed really too small for you both.

“Sorry I left,” you began after a moment of you two sitting together. “It was just, a lot for me and—” you were cut off by Poe’s arms around you.

“I know everything that happened,” he said, head resting on your shoulder. “I talked to the man in the cantina.”

You finally pulled your arms up from your sides and wrapped them around his waist.

“Did you hit him,” you muttered after a few minutes of silence.

“No.”

“Oh,” you said quietly.

Poe seemed to come to a realization as he pulled you two apart and put a hand on each of your shoulders.

“No,” he said desperately, meeting your eyes. There was something in his eyes, you couldn’t pick it out. “The only reason I didn’t blast him into the next parsec is because it would be more time before I could get back to you.”

You smiled sadly, looking down at your hands as you played with your sleeves. “Poe?”

“Yeah, copilot?”

You bit your lip, debating whether or not to say what was on your mind. Before you’d come to a conclusion, your voice was already working. “Doyouthinkimpretty?” you rushed out.

Poe’s face took on a confused look, making you immediately regret everything you’d ever said. Not just that, everything.

“I should, uh, leave,” you began standing up.

“Don’t,” came Poe’s quiet plea. “Please don’t.” You sat back down on the bed.

“Of course I think you’re pretty. You’re beautiful,” he began.

“Poe, don’t,” you started, not wanting his pity.

“Let me finish. You’re gorgeous, but beauty isn’t anywhere near the most important thing about you. You’re a kickass pilot, an excellent archivist, a fantastic fighter and a fierce, fierce protector.” He let the silence hang in the air. Your small quarters felt even smaller with the gravity of what was being said.

“And you are loved,” he finished. He leaned forward and gently kissed your forehead. “So much more than you know.”

“You mean—you,” you stammered out, unable to form coherent sentences.

“I didn’t think I ever had to say it.”

You quickly wrapped your arms around him, unable to express what you were feeling in any other way. “Force, I’m so lucky.”

Poe pulled you closer and muttered, almost imperceptibly, “I’m the lucky one.”

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron fluff #star wars #star wars imagine

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kookieseyes · 8 years ago

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I hate you │2

Summary: Your revenge on the irritating fuckboy is taking a different turn than what you originally intended. “you didn’t get herpes from the girl you were digging a tunnel with your tongue in her mouth, did you? “You wish you were that girl”

member: Jeon Jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, romance, angst word count: 1736 warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook badboy!Jungkook I hate you Masterlist │ 1 │ 2 │ 3 │ 4 │ 5 │ 6 │ 7 │ (ongoing)

A/N: Second part of “I hate you” is here, thank you, everyone, for reading and liking my story. If you have any suggestions for what I can improve in the next part, you are more than welcome to message me.

“No, he didn’t”-said shocked Ava as she listened to your story “I swear, I was so close to killing him”-you said still getting irritated at something that had happened days ago. “Well, it’s a good thing you decided to go home instead”-Ava joked “I know, but I still couldn’t get sleep anyway, it’s so embarrassing” “Listen! I’m your best friend for a reason, okay? What’s happened is already in the past, and it’s nothing a girl sleepover can’t solve. So your place or mine?”

“Yours is better” you were living with your parents, who were always preaching about the importance of getting a good education, good grades and a good job. They were supporting you financially, not asking you to pay rent but more than the money you often needed some emotional support, which was so rare. You couldn’t wait until you got a place to yourself, saving up money while working half-time at the coffee shop. But again you were blessed to have Ava in your life for every time you messed up and she had you. She was the only person who truly understood you and your struggles, while others saw an only polished version of yourself.

“Hello, Mr. Jenkins!-you greeted your creative writing teacher. “Hi Y/N, early as always!-he knew you well already because you were so active in his classes. You’ve helped him countless times with sorting out papers to see others’ mistakes in their essays and check professor’s detailed notes on them, helping you to improve your writing “The early bird catches the worm”’-you smiled at him and went straight to sit in your usual seat in the front row. “Uhm… Mr. Jenkins, I have a favor to ask you! “Of course what is it?”-he asked, not used to your asking anything of him other than feedback for your writing. “Can a friend help you sort out the papers next time you need help? He’s too shy to ask you, so he asked me to tell you instead.”-you said smirking, already imagining your evil plans coming into reality. “Absolutely, that’s so nice of you to help a friend and a helping hand is always welcome, who is it? “Jungkook”-you said trying your best to hide your enthusiasm “Jungkook?”-he was obviously shocked at hearing his name and before he could dismiss your suggestion you continued-”I know he seems disinterested, but that’s because he’s too shy to speak up, I’m sure if you asked him, he’d be pleasantly surprised” Of course, Jungkook was late to class and as soon as he walked in you heard a few girls started whispering about him and guys fist bumping him. He was a sophomore but still, it was unbelievable how many people knew him and respected him, seeing him as a role model for being a bad-boy. Every time professor spoke up he yawned and started drawing on a blank piece of paper. You were thankful he didn’t spare you glance. The class was over in a blink of an eye and instead of going straight to the library as you normally would, you stayed outside the classroom just close enough to see and hear how Jungkook would fall into your trap. “Jungkook stay a minute, I have something to tell you!” said the lecturer with a friendly smile.

“What’s now Jeff?”-said Jungkook as if he was talking to an old friend. Being annoying was one thing but disrespecting people was something else. Who did he think he was? “Your friend Y/N suggested you help me with these papers, are you willing to help?” “Oh, did she?”-he said turning his head towards the door where he caught you looking at the show and you immediately tried hiding, but there was no point, he already knew you had been there all this time. “Of course, she was nice enough to let you take her place for awhile” “Yes, Mr. Jenkins, I just remembered talking to her the other day. I think she wanted both of us to help you, not just me”-you heard sudden shift of his tone to more polite one. What was he up to now? “Is that so? Well, I’m glad you both are so enthusiastic about my lectures, I’ll be waiting for you around 4 tomorrow, how does that sound?” “Perfect”-hissed Jungkook. He knew what you were trying to do and also how well he made your own plans backfire. It sounded silly but in his mind, you started a new challenge, a new game he had to win so he couldn’t back out now. He exited the class and walked up to you, while you tried to act natural and think of the explanation why you’d be listening to his conversation back in the classroom.

“You could’ve just asked if you wanted some private time with me”-how dare he, you wanted to smack his arrogant face

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Maybe you knew when you were talking about me to your dear Mr. Jenkins, now you’re stuck with me, see you tomorrow at 4”-he said as he brushed your shoulder and walked away

“What have I got myself into”-you thought.

“Y/N!!! Are you crazy? What did you expect?-Ava was fed up with your recent excessive stupidities.

“I know, I know, I just thought he’d find the idea of helping the lecturer so bad that he’d get into an argument and not be allowed in class for awhile or something”

“He’s not that dumb, you know, but still it’s weird, he should be just as disgusted to be with you as you are”-you knew she was right, but you didn’t want to get scolded by her.

“Of course he is, but I’m sure he has something up his sleeve. that’s why I need you, please, please, don’t leave me alone with that monster that is if he comes at all”-you almost implored her.

“What if you didn’t have me, call me your fairy godmother from now on”-Ava could be too much sometimes

“No problem, I’m changing your contact name as soon as I hang up”-she chuckled at your witty comeback

“Wouldn’t expect less, see you in 5”

You entered the class with Ava only to see piles of papers scattered on the table but no sight of Jungkook. Mr. Jenkins left you in charge of the classroom and a shit ton of work that would take even the two of you at least two hours. You’d been sorting the essays out for half an hour when Jungkook blessed you with his presence.

“Miss Y/N was so scared of being alone with me that she brought herself a security guard”-he faked laughed and started sorting out papers from the table

“You wish”-you hissed at him but didn’t look him in the eyes, knowing he wasn’t all that far from the truth-”the faster we finish the sooner you can go to wherever the hell you want, ok?”

“Someone’s salty today, embarrassed cause I changed your plans?”-that arrogant grin was starting to appear at the corner of his lips

“Fuck you, Jungkook”

“Hey, I don’t know about you but I really want to go home, so could you please shut your mouths and do something productive?-of course Ava was the one shaking some sense into you.

“Hm, she’s the smarter one of you two, I see”-Jungkook hissed, he just wanted to start an argument, you knew better than to reply to his dumb remark, but just couldn’t let him have the last word

“Even the dumbest of us is still smarter than you, so…”

“Yes, if you call almost getting raped in a middle of a crowd smart”

“I would’ve taken care of it myself if certain someone hadn’t interrupted”

“Which reminds me, you didn’t catch a cold, did you?”

“No, you didn’t get herpes from the girl you were digging a tunnel with your tongue in her mouth, did you?

“You wish you were that girl”

“For sure, if I didn’t have standards”

“Because Namjoon is better than me? I guess you can get away with everything if everyone thinks you’re a good boy”

“Don’t you dare bring his name up”-you were feeling all the rage you had felt at the party towards the same boy. If you had a glass you would do the same thing now without any hesitation-”leave me alone and go back to your pathetic life fucking everything that moves and fuck up somebody else’s life, isn’t that what bad-boys are supposed to do?

“I’m sorry Ms. perfect, with perfect grades, perfect life, perfect family, perfect friends, us with pathetic lives don’t even deserve to look at you, do they? What? You feel upset because your so loving parents didn’t kiss you goodbye today?

Your body stiffened at his words. You knew they were not supposed to mean anything, but you couldn’t help yourself. He was wrong, but you couldn’t find enough strength within you to deny his accusations, you would always be seen as the girl who has it all, but inside you knew you would gladly switch it all for the trust and love from your parents.

Ava saw your face freeze and took it as a sign to speak up. “That’s enough! You crossed the line!”-you looked up at her, trying to hold back your tears, gently shaking your head as if trying to give her a sign to refrain from whatever she was about to say next. Only then you realized how much you hated Jungkook, despised him with all your life, more that you did before. You continued working in an awkward silence until he placed the last paper in its designated folder and left the classroom without saying a word.

“Hey, do you want to talk about it?”-Ava asked as sweet and caring as always

“Let’s just pretend today never happened”

“Okay but you definitely need to get some de-stress ice-cream with me”-you couldn’t deny it, she was the only person who could make you forget all the bad things that happened

“That I can do”-you said returning her smile

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survivormontenegro · 5 years ago

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Episode 15 (Finale): “I COULD LITERALLY WIN A TUMBLR SURVIVOR SEASON WHAT IS THIS LIFE” - Ali

Did that vote make me a villain? Cuz I don't think I can avoid that anymore. But did it screw my chances of winning? Did it add to my resume? Did it make sense? Who do I work with next? Do people understand that Ali is gonna win this game? Is Ali gonna win another immunity challenge? Can I get him voted off or is it smarter to get him to vote with me, because its Benj and I and we need one more. I have more questions after last night than I started, but knowing that Benj was going to vote Jones I didn't think I had much of a choice.

JONES WHEN U SEE THIS ILY IM SO SORRY :((((((

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breakdown.

Seamus enjoyed seeing me suffer with maths and black rotating puzzle

Ok so Ali won immunity so cant use idol on himself so im in the F4 hehe (unless hes seriously been playing me this entire time LMAO)

My 0 votes will prob be ruined tho but oh well still a huge improvement from 20 in kili

honestly think im losing in any F3 scenario ugh im gonna be a 2 time ftc loser LOL kinda iconic tho

regardless this has been one of the most fun games ive ever played hehe

I am trying my best to stay safe this round. I think it would be crazy for them to let me make it to F4, not that I think I am gonna win, but the momentum is definitely with Ali, Tom, and Jason, and I seem like the logical vote.

With that, there are some things I would like to say about the game. I'm actually pretty proud of the way I played. I know it wasn't the most graceful, or the most honest or loyal. I votes out Alex when he really trusted me. I flopped on Jules to win my way back in with that side. I stuck by Mo, but ultimately let him go when I had no choice, and then I did the same thing but more dramatically with Jones. I helped idol out the power player Mitch, but my strongest attribute was creating tight relationships with people who always felt they need to get that extra vote, Tom, Ali, Benj, Alex, Jones, Mo. The closeness has always made me less of a target, I hope not because they think I'm not a threat, but rather because they think I might be that swing vote for them. I feel like I have largely been the only one to make real decisions in this game except for Mitch, because Benj followed whoever told him to vote what, and Tom and Jason only make decisions because they just need to target whoever targets them. Ali and I are suppose to be in a secret bond, but the only time we vote together is when I switch and vote with him (Alex and Jones). I was the flip vote with Jason on Jules. I helped make the decision to vote out Mitch. I told Ali that I think it needs to be Jason this time. If I make it through this that would be soooo freakin fun. If I don't I worked my magic to try to get the target off of me, and so far I think the vote is Jason v Benj (sorry Benj that I had to convince Jason that I could work with him in the case that he idols). The biggest kink to that game is Ali winning those immunities, because truly I think the F5 would have been so different. Him winning rn changes everything and I can truly see the chinks in my strategy and gameplay now. I'm a mess, but I'm a calculating emotional mess, so hey points for me right?

okay so Jason left, which is really good news. He was clearly a major threat, and I acheived my goal (admittedly with no contribution to Mitch going) of Mitch, Jones & Jason being three boots in order.

So I'm in the final four with Caeleb, Benj and Tom. AND TOM IS NOW TARGETTING ME THAT MUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPET. I saw this coming, I knew he would, he thinks he is gonna pull a fast one on me, but little does he know Benj is the KINGEST KING, and we've been allies since the first round.

So I really REALLY wanna win final four immunity, because it might be the Final Immunity and I am cautiously optimistic that if I can just make FTC, I can win this whole thing. If I win immunity, I'm voting out Caeleb with Benj and Tom, who will... kicking and screaming have to vote with me ajkdslfa.

I think no matter what, I'll be able to go to firemaking this round at worst, since I think Benj is firmly in my corner. And I've been dominant in challenges thus far, and could hopefully continue to do so? We will see ahh.

I just desperately want to win immunity this round, because then I can vote Caeleb out and drag Tom to F3. mwahahahahahahahahahaha. HE WILL HAVE TO SIT WITH ME IN A FINAL THREE, like it or not!

I'm literally so close to FTC this is gonna drive me insane. If its a F3, I think I'm literally a challenge away from winning this season, I could truly SCREAM hnnnnnnnnnngh.

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There's so much riding on this next immunity challenge. Like so much. And i just realized that I have no won immunity since Merge and everyone else left has, so umm here's hoping.

I WON FINAL IMMUNITY OH MY GOD. i literally.. my heart was pump pumping so fast, when Caeleb won the first two rounds I literally was gonna throw up/throw something/throw a fit.

But HNNNGH I won (and I filmed my reaction, which I'll upload), and I need to vote off Caeleb in my opinion. Benj is a king, but he hasn't done as much as me in this game, and Tom is solidly getting third place I think at this stage, so I think I have a great shot.

IM SO CLOSE ASKLDFAF. I COULD LITERALLY WIN A TUMBLR SURVIVOR SEASON WHAT IS THIS LIFE.

I know that this game is an emotional mess. And HELL I have been an emotional mess. But this I think is the first time that I'm actually angry. 6 immunity wins? Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell? I coulda made it to FTC, and like I'm not done yet I'll keep fighting so hopefully I can make it. But in normal circumstances I would be there. I just. Am so. Livid. There's no strategy involved when you can't vote someone out consistently. Now I have to fight tooth and nail just to have a shot and go against the freakin contender to win. Like its so disheartening, and Ali is a sweet guy sure, but he hasn't even made half the moves I have. His biggest move and most unexpected? Voting out Julia. If I get my chance to make it to FTC I'll have a lot to say, but I don't think its looking up for me at this point.

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this is the worst video i've ever filmed nobody watch this

I CANT BELIEVE I MADE F3 AGAIN!!!!!

WOWOWOWOW

and with Ali our day 1 duo actually did it WTF?

Tom king too the anzacs made it

I know im losing but its been SO FUN!!

Good memories only

Okay so... FTC was yesterday, and I kind of want to do a final wrap up confessional, just to kind of bring some personal closure.

So it seems unless a lot shifts, that I am decisively going to win this game. I'm so unbelievably excited, I've literally only ever come second in survivor games, so to have finally snatched the win genuinely means a lot. It shows me that 2019 truly has been a year of real emotional growth for me, and the personal roadblocks I've put in front of myself that have cost me games in the past, have been lifted and I have my act together much much more.

FTC was... just such a weird experience yesterday, I always get dragged at FTCs, particularly live ones. I've only done two ever (Athena: All Stars and BB Pokemon: Orre) and both times, not a single juror spoke positively about my game that was present. To have jurors come on, and say that I unequivocally played the best was such a bizarre experience, but I love all the jurors so much and their high estimation of me is genuinely so flattering.

With that said, FTC was also a really rough experience. I love Benj and Tom with my full heart, and watching Tom get relentlessly told he was rude was tricky because I know how good of a guy he really is, and how well he meant with everyone. Benj was rough because... it seems I just outplayed him, and him mentioning our duo in his opening statement when I didn't at all... was really rough because I felt partly at fault for his dragging. I just love both of them, so it was hard.

I also feel bad for what I was like in confessionals this season, from memory at some point, I went in on JJ, Mo and Caeleb in confessionals, and while I apologised for all, I still feel awful that I let myself get so worked up in this game to sort of snap at them? Like Mo is a genuine friend of mine, so the fact that he wrote like... a sentence and I got so pressed is really stupid, I love Mo so much and hope I can make it up to him. Caeleb I got so mad at after the Jones' idol play for literally no reason... like he outplayed me that round, and its so pathetic that I got mad at him for that. I think Caeleb played a PHENOMENAL game, and did so well.

If I had to predict the POTS of the season, I would say my top three would be Jones, Caeleb and Mitch. Jones is... Jones, she is so likable and has such charisma and hold over people, and her idol play was arguably the most impressive move of the season. Caeleb was someone I underestimated to such at the start of merge, but he played such an impressive middle game, and would've had my vote if I was voted out at F3. Mitch it sounds like was hated by the jury, but I think he played amazingly? Like he has been a target since F20, his name was thrown out so many times, and I just think he did so good? I lowkey think he would be my player of the season to be honest.

I wanna talk about the other jurors particularly that I haven't really referenced in this. Alex is someone I somehow feel most guilty about voting out? He is just such a genuinely good guy, and I think I had this preconceived notion of him as like a gamebot, when he is just so wholesome, I can't wait for him to return, and make single digits. scratch that, I can't wait for him to return and WIN.

I also wanna talk about Jules. I am such a Jules warrior? Like... such a Jules warrior? They were such a pleasure to work with, and I just love them so much. I did them dirty by not idoling them/telling them they were going, but they are someone I have SO much time, love and respect for.

Who else, omg JASON! He was the perfect final juror for yesterday's FTC, someone who went easy on Tom who needed that, and just... is such a wholesome good guy, I love Jason.

Anyway, this is already really, really long so I need to wrap this up. I just want to say how happy this season has made me, and how much of a pleasure its been apart of. I joined the ORG community right before a lot of messy personal stuff came my way, and a lot of my org memories are tied to that. I used to let my personal drama get itself interwoven in my games, and I would just be so emotional. To have a game where I could play hard, cracked and WELL, and just have fun has been such a pleasure, and Im so emo about it.

I just wanna thank the hosts again too, I literally am a full on Asya, Drew, Johnny and Seamus WARRIOR, I love all four of them for hosting my favourite org experience EVER, its been amazing. I've been such a crackhead, was the only OG Budva Tumblr Survior newbie to make merge, spammed my host chat with an unbelievable number of messages, been AWFUL at the bridge idol hunt system yet ended up with two idols, been a crackhead (bears repeating because of how much of a mess i was), its been... a time KLADSF

But yes. I just have had a phenomenal time, crackheads are gonna crackhead and this brit is joining the tumblr survivor royal family, and I truly could not be more excited.

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oh-beyond · 8 years ago

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Saviour AU - Part 15 (M)

He wasn’t rich like the others, he didn’t really fit, but he was part of the group, the rich boys that had investments in one of the biggest companies in the country, they were powerful and handsome and they could get anything the wanted, money had corrupted their every day actions, money that Byun Baekhyun didn’t have, to what extent was he like them?

You were lucky enough to be delivering the coffee every morning, you just wanted to see him, and to see him meant seeing the others too… You had faith that he was different… just don’t trust him too much he might surprise you, and not in a good way.

Business AU/Angst/Smut

Baekhyun x Reader ft. Chanyeol, Chen, Kai & Lay (Mentions of EXO OT12)

Warning: visual SMUT +18

Masterlist

Saviour Masterpost

< Part 14 - Healer Part 2 > - Part 16 >

Summary: Baekhyun is decided to get you back for real this time… But it might be just too late…

Too much… he’s gone too far this time… he sat for a moment in the couch thinking…

If Chanyeol was living his life as if nothing, enjoying his girl, not even caring about their shattered friendship. Why should he care?

He loved you. Byun Baekhyun was in love with you, he really never admitted it to himself until now, sitting in that shit hole, surrounded by filth, people that weren’t worth his time… women that didn’t come close to you.

He ran outside in hopes to get you before you left, he went through the golden gates and just when he was about to get inside the casino he was stopped by the 2 bouncers at the doors.

“Why in such a hurry Byun Baekhyun-ssi?”

“Do I need to report you my schedule now? Take your hands off me!” he demanded removing their hands from his shoulders.

“Big boss says you didn’t pay what you owe”

“And how much is that?” Baekhyun heard Kai as he walked slowly towards them.

“He will have to meet with the big boss, he is at his table” replied the bouncer pulling Baekhyun back inside.

“Let him go, I will pay for whatever he owes” stated Kai patting on one of the bouncer’s back.

“I don’t want you to pay for my debts”

“You will have accept my offer this time hyung, otherwise she will slip away, Chanyeol hyung is here, he insisted in coming and collect her himself”

“What? And why would she wait for him?”

Baekhyun didn’t wait for Kai to reply, he just sprinted outside. The cold air hitting his heated skin, regaining some needed soberness, but nothing made him more aware than the view he witnessed. Chanyeol was removing his suit jacket placing it over your shoulders, your head moving forward landing on Chanyeol’s chest. Baekhyun had an idea of how something like this would look like, but actually witnessing was beyond him.

Chanyeol’s big arms enveloping you, you welcoming it and how he run his hands up and down your back to sooth you.

It was surreal.

The man that once you run away from, this was the same man that was patting you due to a pain that Baekhyun had caused.

Baekhyun’s brain gave him orders to claim you as his, take you away from Chanyeol. You were his, and no matter what he had with Chanyeol, you were sacred, untouchable. His to love, cherish, and cuddle. He had the need to be the one hugging you, to tell you he was sorry, to tell you that he loved you.

His legs carried him forward, making himself visible to Chanyeol.

“What do you want asshole?”

“Not now Chanyeol” replied Baekhyun calmly.

When you heard Baekhyun’s voice you detached yourself. It was strange, how the roles had changed so fast, you in Chanyeol’s arms, Baekhyun seeing all this. It stung you, you would never want for him to see something like this, when he came back for you.

Maybe he loved you…? You thought to yourself.

“Baekhyun?”

“Let’s go ___, don’t let him hurt you again” suggested Chanyeol not letting you move from his embrace.

“Wait Chanyeol, I need to talk to him”

Baekhyun scoffed and shook his head in disbelief looking elsewhere in disgust.

“What are you laughing at fuckface?”

“It’s just mesmerising, you know she loves me yet here you are pathetically…” said Baekhyun smirking.

“You son of bi-”

“Chanyeol! Calm down, I’ll just go talk to him, give me a moment”

Chanyeol had no other choice, he gave Baekhyun a nasty look before going back to his car to join Sehun.

You walked behind Baekhyun and stopped when he turned around to face you.

“Fucking unbelievable, how long did it take you to run to his arms?”

“Did you come here to tell me that? Am I not allowed to be treated well? Because you are used to treat me the way you did, you think is all I can get? Do you think I am just going to stand and take little crumbs you give me every now and then? You think I will just keep running after you? Or do you simply think that I will sleep with your best friend just because? Can’t I be treated well? Can’t I have a friend? The friend you no longer want? Can’t someone pat my back when the man I love treats me like shit?”

Baekhyun was taken aback, where was his cupcake? The girl that would just do just about anything for him, exactly how she explained, take anything he gives her even if it’s little, and treasure it as if he’s done the impossible.

“Cupcake?”

“What do you want Byun Baekhyun? I think I’ve suffered enough, sacrificed enough. I will take the best piece of advise you’ve given me. Not to waste my time with the one I love, but to go with the one that loves me instead. Thanks for putting me in Chanyeol’s way”

“You are leaving me?”

“Have we ever even been together? I don’t recall, refresh my mind”

Baekhyun stepped forward bringing you close to him pulling you from the small of your back “cupcake…” he whispered in your mouth, almost touching your lips.

Chanyeol got out of the car slamming the door behind him, you looked his way but Baekhyun pulled your chin to look back at him.

“You love me, cupcake”

“___, let’s go home, you are worth much more than this” Chanyeol’s desperate call was heard.

It made you wake up. Yes you were worth much more than this. You wanted to be selfish for once. Receive for once. To be loved… That feeling must feel really good and you were ready to let yourself be loved.

You pushed at Baekhyun’s chest to free yourself, he held onto your wrists pleading with his eyes by now.

“I need to go Baekhyun, this… you are wreck, and I really still don’t understand why. You are not thinking straight and I need some stability. I’ve done enough so far, please let me”

He let go of your wrists exhaling loudly in defeat.

“Get your life back together and then we can talk, all 3 of us as adults. For now I can’t keep doing this. I am not going to look for you again. I’m sorry Baekhyun”

With that last word you run towards the car, Chanyeol opened the door for you, before getting in himself he looked at Baekhyun who looked lost, they had a conversation of their own with the silent gazes they gave each other.

No one was right, and no one was wrong. Both had a point, and both were wining and losing in a way. You were in the middle and that was a fact, now you had to act in a way not to hurt either of them. But you also had to think about yourself.

Silent thoughts as Sehun drove. You welcomed Chanyeol next to you at the back seat. You felt Chanyeol’s arm wrap around you, you really couldn’t push him away, you needed that embrace, anything that was related to Baekhyun, he was the closest person.

“I will make sure that bastard doesn’t bother you again”

You lifted you head and looked at him eye to eye, the closest you’ve ever been to Chanyeol, he thought that you did finally take his offer, and all he thought was to kiss your lips.

“If you don’t make up with Baekhyun I think I’ll never trust you”

Silence, his eyes big like orbs, crushing his hopes again.

“Because he was the most important person in your life, and you trashed him in a blink of an eye. How can I trust you Chanyeol?”

“He betrayed me, I have no place in my heart for traitors”

“You and I know that is not true, it was all my fault. Can’t you see how broken he is? He can’t forgive himself”

Chanyeol exhaled detaching himself.

“If you don’t make up with him I can’t think of you in a good way, not even as a friend. Not after I saw how shattered Baekhyun is”

“Stop thinking about him”

“I will stop when you start”

The rest of the drive to your house was quiet. Sehun was totally mesmerised with how you spoke. He didn’t dare speak a word, and just drove away glancing from time to time at the rear-view mirror.

When you arrived to your apartment Sehun waited in the car while Chanyeol went down with you. He knew you were very upset and he didn’t want to be one of the reasons.

“So… goodnight ___”

You came closer to him and took his hands, Chanyeol was so surprised but didn’t want to ruin whatever you were trying to do by looking anxious.

“I will date you, officially I will go out with you” you said out of the blue.

“___!? For real? How- really? You want to date me? You will be my girlfriend?”

“I accept, under one condition”

“ANYTHING!” exclaimed Chanyeol realising it was too late at night to be this loud in the street.

“Make up with Baekhyun”

“Deal”

What was this now you just agreed to?

For Baekhyun, for Byun Baekhyun you were ready to sell your soul to the devil if you had to. For his wellbeing and happiness, if this was going to fix him so be it. It was obvious that his medicine was Chanyeol and not you, and if you could help, you were going to do it.

Anything for him.

*****

From that day onwards Baekhyun started calling you.

So this is how it had to go. The minute you showed your disinterest and threatened him that you will stop following him, he was at your mercy.

Why were guys like this? Why couldn’t they take the love of a girl and treasure it? Why did you have to show your ugly side for them to realise that they loved you?

His calls usually came when you went out with Chanyeol, it made you feel followed, chased, stalked… horrible… but also good.

You weren’t sure if he had heard the news about you being Chanyeol’s girlfriend now, Chanyeol didn’t comment anything about if your condition was fulfilled yet either.

Was Baekhyun jealous?

He wanted your attention, he couldn’t stand how close you got to Chanyeol. He just wanted to disturb your dates, he wanted you to pick up the phone and hear your voice.

You started to get curious about where he’d hide. You excused yourself to the toilet, maybe Baekhyun would follow you. Sometimes you run outside the restaurant. But he was never there.

Baekhyun had Kai spy for him. Kai told him about all your little dates with Chanyeol, so he basically knew everything you were up to.

“Is that Baekhyun calling?” asked Chanyeol as he sipped his wine calmly.

“Have you made up with him?” you replied with another question.

“I hadn’t had the time, now I am working for 2, the fucker just left me drowning with work”

“Well if you haven’t made up I guess I am still not your girlfriend, so technically I could answer the phone” you stated getting up.

Chanyeol didn’t have anything to say, his nostrils flared in anger watching you walk to take the call.

“Cupcake?”

Silence

“Cupcake I know you can hear me, thanks for answering your phone. How have you been?”

Silence.

“It doesn’t matter, you can hear me, you can hear how desperate to see you I am”

Silence.

“You know, I stopped gambling, and I got another job in this other corpora-”

You terminated the call, it was too painful, even his voice sounded different, too cheerful. Fake cheerful, he was begging for some attention. It made you feel horrible.

If he only knew what you were about to do.

*****

The following morning you went into Chen’s office as per usual. At this stage you were taking care of all his business, as he liked to say ‘since I left my business has flourished, why come back when I can enjoy life?’

It was true, Chen’s new life was by far better than ever, and soon maybe even nuptial news will be announced.

It was epidemic, first Xiumin, then Lay, Suho seemed to be getting to close to the girl from the data protection department.

Love was hitting EXO, wondering when would it knock your door.

SHINee Inc. was visiting today, as well as all 4 Chinese share holders of EXO. A big deal was being negotiated, and you were representing Chen, having giving you full authority to sign any agreements.

You entered the meeting room still deserted. You liked going through the papers to be completely prepared for when they start coming.

Suho arrived with Choi Minho from SHINee first, they were very close and the companies were affiliates, expanding their business would only mean prosperity.

Kai made his way in accompanied by Lee Taemin, who was also very close to Kai. Their parents shared business since before they were even born.

Sehun, Tao, Luhan, Xiumin, followed. Then Kris with Kim Kibum, Kim Jonghyun and D.O.

Lay was next, when he saw you he waved at you displaying his dimples, walking alongside with Lee Jinki the CEO of SHINee.

Chanyeol followed who took the chair next to you bringing you a paper cup of coffee.

“Right so, we are all here, just Kim Jongdae is missing and ___ will be representing him” announced Suho “thanks for coming and I look forward for this busine-”

*Knock*

“Oh it must be our new team member” said Jinki.

The door opened and your jaw dropped as well as everybody’s.

“Not a stranger, so SHINee is officially 6 from now. We are delighted to have Byun Baekhyun on board with us. I still can’t believe you let this man slip away from your hands” added Jinki staring directly at Kris, Suho and Xiumin.

“I still can’t believe it either Jinki hyung” added Kris looking at the Koreans.

Everyone was astonished, losing Baekhyun wasn’t like losing Chen. Baekhyun was one of the most important assets in the company, and with him gone it really did make a difference.

You did see how disturbed and annoyed Chanyeol was.

“This calls for a celebration then” announced Chanyeol trying to dissimulate his annoyance “tonight, we have a lot of things we need to discuss and celebrate”

Baekhyun made eye contact with him, his tense face expressions relaxing when his friend smiled his way. It was unbelievable the effect Chanyeol had on Baekhyun. A really faithful thankful childhood friend. He didn’t even bother to look at you, he was over the moon.

Chanyeol and Baekhyun will soon be what they used to be.

*****

What a long day. You threw your shoes across the living room riding yourself from your clothes. A bath, a relaxing bath was all you needed right now. Forget about work, Chanyeol and Baekhyun…

Just as you dipped your feet in the warm bubble bath your phone rang, it was him.

Again.

You sat on the edge of the bath and took the call.

“Cupcake… I missed you. You looked so good with that ponytail today”

You exhaled loudly pinching the bridge of your nose.

“You neck… how I miss your neck”

“What do you want Baekhyun?”

“Finally I hear your voice. I miss you”

“I’m kind of busy, I was just about to take a b- what do you want?”

“Cupcake…” he whispered close to the speaker making whole body tremble “you can take that bath, I won’t disturb you”

“Alright then I’m hanging up”

“Cupcake… don’t…” his voice now sounding all sensual, not that he needed to put extra effort but he did.

“Baek-”

“Just get inside”

You obeyed his commands, he hypnotised you all over again. It was useless to fight it.

You sat in the bath making yourself comfortable while he breathed over the phone.

“Ba-Baek-what-”

“Yes baby, I missed you, and you missed me. I am naked too, I wish I could touch you. I wish you could touch me”

“No- I can’t do this- pl-”

“I’m hard, and thinking of you, I still didn’t go on you as deep as I wanted”

Your breath got laboured, your body suddenly started to itch.

“Yes cupcake keep breathing, harder” Baekhyun was moaning by now and you did imagine him pumping himself…

The thought of that…

“Spread your legs cupcake”

You did.

“Imagine my fingers… angh~~~”

He won, he totally won because your eyes shut and your fingers found their way to your core.

“Yes cupcake, yes, say my name”

“Baekhyun~~~”

“Yes, more, harder”

What did he want? Why was he doing this? Was it like a game to make sure you were his no matter what? He could call you with his pinkie finger and he’ll have you begging for some attention like he used to do before.

What will the end of this bring?

“Baekhyun! What the fuck do you want from me?”

“Baby!?”

“NO! Tell me, is this like… what? Have you made up with Chanyeol? Are you going to tell him that you want me?”

“We just- we just started talking again. I understand that you had to do with it and I am thankful. He has almost forgiven me”

“FORGIVEN YOU? FOR WHAT? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? DOES HE KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING NOW?”

“I was thinking maybe we could- until I can- it’s just-”

“Don’t ever call me again Byun Baekhyun, I am no toy for no one. Don’t make me hate you because really your actions are hateful”

You slammed the phone on the tiled bathroom wall and decided on a shower instead. A cold one to clear your head.

You finished and got out of the shower, gathering your wet hair in a towel wearing an oversized t-shirt as you eyed the options of what to wear for tonight’s event.

Chanyeol had proposed a cocktail party with all the business partners at the Grand Hotel, to celebrate the new partnership with SHINee, and his reconciliation with Baekhyun.

It was frustrating, you had absolutely nothing to wear.

*Knock*

“Who is it?”

“I have a delivery for ___”

You opened the door skeptical.

“Please sign here”

You signed looking at the large package. You closed the door and went on your knees opening the box intrigued.

Two magnificent dresses, 1 was emerald green, made out of tulle fabric, long with long sleeves and a killer back opening. The second one was navy simple also long but strapless.

You then saw a note.

‘Byun Baekhyun is back, dress to impress girl. Your little sister Saehyo’

You smiled to yourself, you loved the idea. Even Saehyo wanted you to impress Baekhyun, it was too obvious. Everybody knew. Even Chanyeol himself.

Things looked brighter you thought as you jumped inside that sinful dress looking at your reflexion in the mirror, it was indeed a killer. Perhaps the only time in your life that you’d go out without wearing a bra. To make the look extra dramatic you decided to put your hair up and wear a back necklace.

It was the perfect timing for Baekhyun to step up. It was today or never, being back to his normal self with his best friend.

No more hidden calls or meeting in secret, you wanted him all.

You put your heels on, looked at yourself one last time admiring your amazing skills in makeup. Perhaps too heavy and the eyes were too smoky, but fuck it. You were aiming to give Baekhyun a heart attack.

You went down to take a taxi, but of course Kai was there waiting for you looking like royalty. This guy was too much, the suit he wore looked good because he was the one wearing it, the strands of his fringe falling over his forehead as he walked, hands inside his pockets displaying that typical Jongin smile.

“May I have the honour to drive you m’lady?”

“Kim Jongin! Why don’t I date you and let Chanyeol and Baekhyun date each other. It would be a win win situation for all”

“I was just thinking the same pretty noona”

“If I am pretty what are you then boy?”

“Just a hopeless womaniser”

“Nothing is perfect. I knew it”

You laughed together as he opened the passenger’s door for you. Kai was amazing in every sense, a real little brother you never had.

“So…”

“Yes?”

“Getting your man back today?”

“I hope, how are they?”

“Chanyeol and Baekhyun hyung? They are fine, just like before, even tho it hurts not having Baekhyun hyung working with us. I hope it’s temporary”

“So… Baekhyun is happy? He is happy that Chanyeol-?”

“You have nothing to worry about. Nothing and no one can break what they have”

You breathed out in relief smiling all the way to the Grand Hotel. Today was the day everything will go back to normal. You had faith that Chanyeol would understand that he can’t get between the 2 of you. Not when you loved Baekhyun and Baekhyun loved you. Even tho you agreed to be his girlfriend he would understand how ridiculous that is.

You hooked your arm with Kai’s and entered the cocktail reception. Wow Chanyeol really went big, it felt almost like a wedding, but then again what did you know about these kind of gatherings?

Every member of EXO was accompanied by a lady, just Kai and Sehun would be the ones that would be accompanied by more than one tonight.

You didn’t know anyone except for SHINee and EXO.

Some business men approached the 2 of you “Kim Jongin, settling down finally?”

“Ah no she is a friend, ___ is taking care of Jongdae hyung’s business while he is away”

You smiled and excused yourself to say hi to Saehyo who was busy with Xiumin.

On your way to their table you saw Chanyeol and Baekhyun in the balcony. You watched them laugh and hug each other so many times, you were seriously starting to think that they had a thing for each other more than a great friendship. The love was undeniable. You wished Baekhyun ever looked at you that way in public, display of his love in front of everybody.

You couldn’t hear what they were talking about and the view was amusing, you decided to get closer, just a little bit. Your heart fluttered seeing Baekhyun this happy in such a long time. You needed this just as much as they did.

As you went closer where music was no longer that loud. You hid behind the huge balcony door curtain just in time when they leant on the balcony railing giving their back to the party, their laughter dying into a sorrowful silence.

“I missed you fucker”

“Me too Baekhyun, you think I didn’t?”

“How did we let this happen to us? Ever since we were 7 we have been together. Everyday”

“I was hurt. Out of all women. Fuck Baekhyun! How could you?”

“I love her Chanyeol and you know she loves me too”

‘I love her?’ Did you just hear a confession out of Baekhyun’s mouth? In this circumstances?

“You know this is not the end of it”

“Chanyeol please. What the fuck man? This is being selfish, you are coming in the way of 2 people that love each other”

“You never told me. Why now? Why when you saw me lovesick like this? Why her?”

“I always put you as a priority. I always thought about you before myself. Don’t you ever doubt that because I have been fighting this feeling just for you. But I couldn’t, I can’t turn down a woman I love too”

“I bet you I still can get her”

“Chanyeol you sound crazy man. I JUST FUCKING TOLD YOU WE LOVE EACH OTHER”

“I love her too”

“I could punch you for that you know?”

“Then punch me fucking Byun Baekhyun”

“I won’t. You know I won’t because you are important for me”

“Then the bet is on”

“What the fuck? Is a bet what you want? I could just go right now kiss her in front of everyone and take her home with me. You don’t stand a chance”

“So confident Baekhyun. I bet you she will come with me, becuase I haven’t told you is that ___ is my girlfriend”

Silence, that ate you up. That was so low of Chanyeol, but also true, if Baekhyun only knew.

Your insides were ripping, as well as Baekhyun’s who was having difficulty swallowing. He loosened his bow tie and leant on the stone wall.

“Your silence is a sign of defeat?”

“Fucking asshole. What the fuck do you want?”

“The bet is on Baekhyun?”

“Fine!”

“Fine!” said Chanyeol satisfied leaving Baekhyun in the balcony alone.

You pressed yourself to the wall to avoid Chanyeol from seeing you. He passed right in front of you not noticing you. Once he was gone you went in the balcony where Baekhyun was clearly groaning out of frustration.

“A BET!? WHAT AM I A TOY?” you exclaimed making your way towards him.

You surprised him, nevertheless he was still very angry.

“You are his girlfriend?” he asked crossing his arms around his chest.

“Answer me first” you shouted.

“No! I owe you nothing. I thought- you fucked him haven’t you?”

“And so what? He loves me, he asked me officially to be his girlfriend, he risked everything for me, and most importantly he didn’t care that I slept with you. Why should you care?”

He punched the stone wall making his knuckles bleed immediately. You reacted trying to get close to him.

“Don’t” he stopped you “your boyfriend must be waiting” he continued calmly leaving you there.

You tried to follow him but he run fast out of your sight. As you walked back in the reception you heard Chanyeol’s voice loudly talking into a mic.

“Oh there she is, honey please come here, where have you been? I was looking all over for you”

The crowds laughed at the comment, everyone was scanning every inch of you.

“Not a good start if I can’t find you in a day like this” he added pressing his hand flat on our bare back.

“So this is my beautiful girlfriend ___”

Everyone was cheering except for EXO who were astound by Chanyeol’s behaviour, they looked each other and you tried looking for Baekhyun in the crow but nothing.

Finally you settled on Lay who had a reassuring smile despite Xian pulling at his arm to stop looking at you. Saehyo was just as surprised and Kai had his hand over his mouth in disbelief.

“So I just- aghr this is so hard” spoke Chanyeol over the mic.

“You can do it” was heard.

He placed the mic on the nearest table and went on one knee getting a relatively big box out of his pocket. You gasped when you saw it and Chanyeol smiled thinking that really this time you would completely fall for him.

He opened the box displaying a pair of rings, distinctively the smaller one was covered in diamonds.

“I love you since forever. I will protect you and love you till the day I die. I will never love anyone but you ___. Please would you give me the honour to be my wife?”

You looked around to try and locate Baekhyun in this awful moment. You couldn’t just say no in front everyone, more than 200 pair of eyes were on you waiting for your answer.

You started to shake not knowing what to do. You kept looking around as Chanyeol awaited for his answer looking up at your face.

Finally you saw Baekhyun, Lay was patting on his shoulder clearly giving out to him. You waited for a couple of more seconds for him to do something, but he just pushed Lay’s hand away from him running outside.

He run and run until he was out of the hotel, he kept running trying not to tear but his emotions were winning over his tough attitude.

His best friend asking his girl to marry him.

Where and when did he go wrong? Has he not been the best friend all his life?

Why did he have to give always?

The feeling of inferiority perhaps? Why didn’t Chanyeol put their friendship as a priority like he did?

Selfish, he wanted to feel selfish right now. You were his woman.

You were his and no one else’s.

He stopped running and run his fingers through his hair and face.

Go get your woman back Byun Baekhyun.

He sprinted back to the hotel faster than he’s ever run in his life. He stumbled several times due to his stage of exasperation.

Finally making his way to the reception just in time to see Chanyeol lifting you off the floor spinning you around as his face buried in the crock of your neck.

“Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!” called everyone.

Baekhyun’s heart sinking to his feet, tears falling like waterfalls, causing a scene of his own. The only saving grace was that they were far and the cheers were too loud for him to be noticed. But Lay had his eyes on the door and came to the rescue.

“Let’s go Baekhyun”

“Hyung! Hyung I can’t”

“Let’s go home”

“Uuuuuuuuuh” was heard.

Baekhyun went closer to see Chanyeol putting you down, his eyes closing and his head titling to one side to kiss you. Baekhyun’s eyes felt like they were going to pop out at the sight.

Almost there, Chanyeol’s nose touched yours but you avoided the kiss crushing your forehead on his chest.

Relief, Baekhyun could breathe again momentarily.

*****

“Who is it?”

“Room service” said Baekhyun muffing his voice with a napkin to sound different.

“I didn’t ask for anything”

“Park Chanyeol-ssi sent it”

You opened the door of your hotel room hiding behind it not suspecting anything.

The door was pulled aggressively revealing you, your dress half hanging as you were just about to change.

“Is that how you open the door to room service cupcake?”

You pushed the door trying to kick him out of the room.

“Now you want me out of your way? Your life? Like this?”

“Chanyeol is about to come and if he sees you here it will be a big problem”

“Does he have a key?”

“No”

Baekhyun shut the door behind him with a loud thud. You walked backwards trying to put the sleeves of your dress back on.

Baekhyun in the mean time was riding himself of his clothes slowly.

“Baek- wait, what are you doing?”

“Whoops… I don’t know… why is my shirt opened?”

“Baekhyun this is wrong, we can’t do this”

“Why not?”

“I am-” he pulled your hand and saw you wearing the engagement ring.

“The irony”

“You don’t want me, you never did”

“But you do. I’ll show you”

He was being an ass, but still irresistible.

“Baekhyun go away”

He pressed his bare chest on yours playing with your back necklace. His smirk and sexy attitude. He knew you too well.

“I normally hate high heels, but looking at you now taller… these are more accessible” he said squeezing your breasts.

“Baekhyun don’t touch me like tha- aaaah~~~”

“Yes cupcake, louder!” he demanded as he unzipped his pants.

He pulled you bringing you close to his face.

“Baekhyun!”

“Tell me to leave” he whispered taking your hands pressing them against his torso.

You looked away trying to think but he just clouded every single neurone in your brain.

“Hum? Tell me, is that what you want?”

You turned to meet his gaze. This demon just turning into the sweetest puppy, his eyes pleading.

“You want me to go? Forever? Don’t you love me cupcake?”

“I- do…”

He slid his hands on both sides of your neck bringing you to his lips. He kissed you softly licking your lips thoroughly, nudging you to give him access to you mouth. When you finally opened your mouth he bent down lifting you bridal style, he walked to the bedroom not breaking the soft intimate passionate kiss, taking his time in the process.

Once inside he placed you carefully in bed. You watched him biting on your lower lip as he pushed his pants and briefs out of the way. He caressed your cheeks before grabbing on your hair bun guiding you to his erected member.

“Baek- how I-”

“Open your mouth” he said feeling your eyebrows with his thumbs smiling nicely.

And you did, you opened your mouth and closed your eyes. The foreigner feeling of the soft skin against your tongue, it did turn you on a lot. Especially with the noises Baekhyun was making.

Pure bliss.

He didn’t thrust in your mouth, just enjoyed the little unexperienced kitty licks you gave him, eventually opening your eyes to watch how you pleasured the man you loved.

He pulled the sleeves out your shoulders commanding you to strip, once naked you wanted to continue but instead he pushed you lightly to the mattress.

You thought he was going to nestle between your legs but instead he sat on his ankles taking in your nakedness spreading your legs by your bent knees.

“I missed you cupcake”

“I love you Baekhyun. I love you”

“Shhh” he said hovering above you “suck” he ordered offering you his beautiful fingers.

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You took his digits and inserted them inside your mouth, he growled when your tongue made contact with his digits, you swirled your tongue making him lose control.

He removed his fingers bringing them to his own mouth sucking the wetness you had left.

“So tasty cupcake” he said now allowing all his weight on your body, your chest pressed onto his “my tasty cupcake”

“Baekhyun!” you cried when you felt his teeth at your neck “don’t leave marks”

“It’s my territory. I will if I want”

“Baekhyun no- nah ah ah”

Your eyes doubled in size when you felt his slender fingers teasing your core, before roughly inserting 2 fingers inside your entrance. He detached himself to watch you lose it with his ministrations, leaning on his elbow next to you. Your hands grabbed his wrist as he dug deep, fast and in an erratic manner every time you moaned. It wasn’t until he hit that spot with his middle finger that you let go of his wrist arching your back making you see stars, your legs trembling sinking further in the pillow.

You finally opened your eyes and watched Baekhyun sucking his fingers clean, going back atop of you kissing your forehead, his tip teasing your swollen bud.

“Baekhyun” you said your breath laboured “what do you want from me?”

He slid inside of you in one clean thrust.

“I won’t tell you in this horrible day, but you already know”

“Tell me Baekhyun, please”

He ignored you and kept thrusting not long he released inside of you shamelessly till the last drop he had. He kissed your jaw massaging your breasts.

It was perfect, everything.

Ignoring the fact that this was your engagement night to his best friend that you didn’t love…

“Baekhyun I love you”

“And that is me winning the bet” he said straightening himself.

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A/N: So many things happened OMG I wanted to cut this in 2 but I didn’t want to be mean. Altho the cliffhanger gonna kill you cuz you don’t know what he’s doing…

Thanks for reading, feedback always welcomed ^_^

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"My Name Is"

This is my first post for here. I’m hoping to make a pt2

Yoongi/Suga scenario. PG I’m sorry for the crapy editing.

Warning: alcohol usage.

ENJOY!!!!

“Heh guys less go” I was a little obliterated but I tried again to pull my two, platonic, not as obliterated, friends for the door. I had already paid the dinner tab and was becoming irritated with the jokes they kept throwing at me. About me being a lightweight. About how shocked they were i was dressed like a “girl”. About the group of guys staring at me from the table across the diner, how they wouldn’t be staring if they knew I played video games all day and walked around in a hoodie and pajama pants as soon as i got home.

Most days it didn’t bother me. I had some pretty harsh jokes I threw back but tonight i wasn’t in the mood. My best friend was getting married in a week and his bride to be wasn’t my biggest fan. I really wasn’t hers either to be honest. You don’t give ultimatums to someone you love. With Sam moving to the west coast and Eugine going back to school, today would be the last day we would get to spend together so I had tried my best to make it rememberable.

“Com'on guysh! I’m tired.” I pulled at their jackets again.

Eugine smiled back at me, “are you sure you can even walk? The amount of effort you’re putting into this,” he looked pointingly at my hands, “ is kind of pathetic.”

“You’re … Pathetic…” I wanted to sound mean but it came out more childish than anything.

Sam sighed, “plus, its raining. I don’t feel like getting wet.”

As much as i loved him, he could be a real prude. Sucking the fun out of everything. Its always “its too hot.” “Thats too dangerous.” A fanny pack wearing tourist type person.

Eugene was the opposite. He was the person who suggested the activities. Always happy to try almost anything. I fell somewhere in between.

“Well I’m ready to go,” I said, giving up on pulling them from their chairs. With a sigh, I dropped my head and began shuffling around the table to get my belongings.

They looked at each other.

“Hey, hey! where are you going?” I looked back. Eugene was smiling brightly but his eyes were concerned.

“I’m going home. What does it look like?” I was really beginning to feel the weight on shoulders.

Rounding the table, my hip made contact with a corner and my feet developed a mind of their own. I stumbled back trying to keep my balance… Right into a wall. Not really a wall, it had a face. A very cute face. The kind that grandmothers loved to pinch. Although i wasn’t really sure if that actually happened. I snorted at the thought.

“Sorry about that,” i said, patting wall’s chest. I vaguely noticed his hands were out like he was ready to push me away. I peered up but the diner, with its high class vibe or whatever, had poor lighting so I couldn’t quite make out all of his features. Just that i really wanted to be a grandma at that moment. I snorted again. Man, i really was a lightweight. Another giggle errupted from my throat. The man laughed, sounding a bit uncomfortable. He grabbed my shoulders, stepping ten feet back it seemed, And twisted me until my legs weren’t pretzeled anymore.

“Its fine,” was all he said before patting my head and brushing past me. I watched as five maybe six people followed after. A few forced a smile, one waved and one was beet red, laughing as they passed. I waited for them to pass before wobbling for my things.

I looked down at an empty seat.

“Guysh,” I whined, pointing accusingly at the seat, “my stuffs gone.” I kicked the chair, checked beside and under the table, only to have my jacket and purse shoved in my face. Sam looked down on me with a disapproving frown.

“Oh…heyyy…” I gave a bleak smile.

“Let’s go before you wind up in the hospital or get sued,” he huffed. He was abnormally bland but he was the best big brother I never had. I was going to miss him. I frowned and snatched my jacket from his hands.

“How i am going to to get sued…?” I stopped. That wasn’t right. “ …am i. How am I going to get sued,” I mumbled, shrugging on my jacket. They ignored the question, already walking for the door.

“Heyy! Wait for me!” I yelled, running after them, probably a bit too loud. They only progressed to a speed walk out the door. My fingers grasped the edge right before it closed. I wrenched the door open and stepped into a light drizzle. It was a bit of a warm rain, but it still cooled my skin. Florida rain could never ever really be cold. Even still I had forgotten any obscene thing i was going to say to the guys still walking to fast away from me. And when the rain began to pick up, the tightness in my chest began to grow, like it had been all day. But shrugged it off deciding to ignore it again and broke into a dead sprint.

As i closed in on them, i slowed long enough to smack my hat, which i realized i forgot i even had, from Eugine’s head and to kick Sam in the shin before running into the middle of road.

I was being an absolute child there. Kicking at puddles, arms out, spinning, being unnecessarily loud. I stopped to becon my friends to join me. they just stood on the curb staring at me like i was crazy and they weren’t the only ones. The group I had fallen on was watching a couple of feet away from them.

I guess i was crazy in that moment but at least there were to red faced people laughing and not one. Actually they seemed a bit more amused than my own friends.

“Awe come on! This is great!” I slumped, again being a little too childish, and walked over to them.

“Whats the big deal? No one drives on this street except the dump trunk.” I pulled feebly at their hands.

“Ever consider you’re trying too hard,” annoyance tinged every one of Sam’s words. I rolled my head to look at Eugene, who didn’t say anything but I could tell he felt the same way.

I looked between them both for a moment before making my decision. I sighed, dropping their hands and walked to the group that was still standing a few strides away. Whatever, I’m drunk. I want to play in the rain. I want to do anything besides feel sorry for myself.

Once i reached them, stood there smiling a bit to wide before grabbing the two that had been laughing at me, by the wrists. Both were taller than me. The one not laughing as hard as the second had a very oval face with high cheek bones and a very bright smile despite what looked like bags under his eyes. They all kind of looked tired. Especially the one with mint green hair. But in all honesty it could have been caused by the street lights. If it wasn’t, then i guess we all need to be idiots for a while.

I glanced over at the the guy who seemed to be leading before. He seemed amused but still not quite as amused as the two wrists i was holding, which red face had actually turned purple. Maybe he was drunk too. I was hoping the blonde would say something but I gave up waiting.

I just yelled “lets go!” before dragging the two of them towards the road. The one who had turned purple suddenly looked very panicked and grabbed the closest thing to him: the collar the guy who looked to be the youngest out of all of them. The four of us just stood there for a moment, awkward before a flash of red lept between us. There was a yell from the younger one before he tackled his friend who drug him with.

Something ripped at my hair momentary and i saw Eugene run past me with my hat in his hand. He turned to say something but the rain had gotten harder.

So i just assumed he was picking a fight and went after him. And thats all it took.

Everyone was acting like lunatics, kids, in the middle of the street. Sam had joined some time later i guess to get me back for kicking him. It was amazing.

But at one point, after all the running and jumping and yelling, i needed to breathe.

I found my way over to the curb. I plopped down and stretched my legs out. Mint hair walked over and sat with a groan.

“Was that nessissary,” he asked. I continued to watch everyone running around.

“What do you mean?”

“This. This… Craziness,” he gestured with long fingers.

I didn’t say anything. I had no buzz from the alcohol anymore and I was starting to feel ashamed of my actions.

I stuck out my hand, “Sarah.”

I looked over when he didn’t return the shake. He had a bit of a baby face but his eyes held a very serious, almost intimidating, stare.

I gave and dropped my hand.

“At the very least, tell me your name. I keep calling you mint head in my mind and its making me feel like a jerk.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” his tone a bit lower now.

I stared at him hard before looking back at everyone enjoying themselves.

“They seem happy. Why does it matter?” I finally say after a long pause.

“Just now? I was exercising. The only exercising i want in my life is to breathe. You made me do something I don’t like to do.”

“Nobody made you do anything, mint head,” i snipped back.

He let out a chuckle. “Mint head. Actually. Call me that. Its cute.”

“Its not cute. You look like someone slapped you with 70s wallpaper,” maybe a bit bitter but i wasn’t talking about the weight in my chest.

There was a long silence and i looked over. Mint Head was rolling in laughter. No sound coming out of his mouth.

“That’s funny?” Unbelievable.

A couple of minutes pass and then “gasp” “wheeze” “wheeze”.

“Ummm… You okay?,” was all I could say. “It wasn’t that funny.” I said looking back out. I really couldn’t comprehend how they could still be chasing each other. Dancing. Just… Going.

Mint Head sat back up, “ you know… If its because of some weird love triangle-”

I glared. Hard. “Excuse you. One, those are my brothers. Two, why does it matter to you?”

“ Ah…” He scratched behind his ear. “Well… Those are my brothers, too. Not biologically anyway. They drive me insane most days. Actually a lot of my days are filled with yelling at them. Fixing things that blonde doof breaks…” He stopped “ I forgot what I was saying…”

I continued to stare, still mildly annoyed, “Your point?”

“My point… My point is… I love them. Every single one of them. There isn’t a day I would trade.” He sighed into the sky. It was still raining and in the street light i had to say, he looked pretty handsome.

“I know that if I ever have any problems, they will always be there for me. Anything. I can count on them. I’m not a motivated person but they motivate me… So… Why aren’t you turning to you’re brothers now? They don’t seem too bad…”

I took a deep breath in, “its complicated.”

“Complicated…?” He looked over genuinely confused. Thudump. My heart pounded in my throat.

“Sam. The one taller one. Seems broody? He’s getting married next week… And shortly after he’s moving to the west coast. He’s not actually my brother… We’ve been friends since we were kids. We adopted Eugene over there… He got picked on a lot. He’s really smart. Graduated highschool at 16. And he goes back to college tomorrow… And I… I’m selfish…”

It felt like a vice on my chest. I couldn’t breath suddenly…

Mint Head clicked his tounge, “ i see.”

I couldn’t really tell if i was crying but the knot in my throat told me i was about to if i wasn’t already.

He sighed-again- “ why can’t you just skype or go visit them. It doesn’t seem that harsh.”

“I can’t,” i mumbled. “Sam’s wife to be doesn’t care for me. She told him that she’d break the engagement if he didn’t stop contact with me. Eugene… He’ll be so far in his studies he probably won’t see the light of day until the end of the semester.”

“So… Have you talked to them about this?” Confused. Once again.

“No. I didn’t want to ruin the little good we had left,” i looked down. The lace in my jacket suddenly grabbing my attention.

“Eottoke…eottoke…” He mumbled.

Someone yelled and ran towards us.

“Thats my cue,” he said standing up. “You live around here?”

I nodded, still fixated on my jacket.

Suddenly, he was crouched infront of me. Mint Head grabbed my chin, “ Hey… Look up.” My eyes met his. “Try not to worry too hard. Its bad for your health.” He smiled. Thudump.

He stood them and ruffled my soaking hair and turned to walk away.

“Hey! Mint Head!” I called after him. He bounced on his heals and turned around.“You live around here?”

He smiled again. “Maybe.”

Ugh! Why? I thought but didnt say. I went back to playing with my jacket.

“Hey! Sarah!” I looked up he was still walking backwards. “The names Yoongi!“

#bts #bts scenarios #suga scenarios #yoongi #yoongi scenarios #suga #bts run #poisoniv #untitled indefinitely #my name is

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The forgotten temple and the secret heritage ch2

woow…. I I really didn’t think this is was going to be that good. So… there is the next chapert, hope you will like it and I should thanks my friend Angel again for begging so kind and patient with my bad grammar. (Really you are the best!)

Mahiru really didn’t know what to think anymore.

In the last 24 hours she not only moves in the school dorms, but finds a neko spirit guardian of a forgotten temple in her dorm. The neko was a vampire too and has information about her mysterious dead father.

Oh! And she made a contract with the neko vampire spirit guardian after killing a powerful demon that suddenly popped up in the school gardens.

She really was hoping that was a weird dream, but now that she was in a chair at noon eating a toast, she can see that is wasn’t a dream.

“So….”

The cat vampire give her a lazy glare.

“yeah?” asked kuro.

“… what exactly I am supposed to do now that I have made the contract? Oh and more importantly, you don’t eat cat food right? Or need b- blood s so often r- right?”

The spirit saw how she got nervous in the last sentence, was she afraid of blood? Oh man. Don’t tell me she is one of those humans that passed out for the very fact of saw some little blood? If that’s the case then she was in a very creepy exposition therapy.

And… did she say cat food? The mere thought of it made him nervous and sad. That stuff was awful!

“you give me some of that terrible thing called cat food and I throw your homework”

The girl made a little giggling sound before moving to ask again the first and second question.

“….well I don’t like taking blood so only if its necessary I will take some of yours… a little, only a glup and that is and for what to do…. Well honestly I don’t know… you are the first eve I had in all my immortal life so… I really don’t know but… there is a distance limit and we can’t be apart for more than 6 hours or bad things happens…” the vampire lest a sigh. “what a pain… having an eve is so troublesome that I can die… trying to remember is something I can’t deal…” and with that he got in his cat form.

Mahiru blinked, before remembering something important.

“Do you know how we made it here? I mean the last thing I remember was passing out in the gardens so….”

The cat rolled his head.

“I think it was one of my brothers… or my sister I really don’t know”

“you have siblings?! That’s cool! I had always wanted a sibling but… I think it's a little hard to have one now”

“oh, your parents don’t have alergies to cats right? And… why are you here?”

Mahiru give him a sad face before shaking her head.

“I don’t have parents. I never knew my dad and my mom was single. She died in an accident, I came here to learn the circus arts and one day be a legal member of my uncles circus”

“Oh well.. so your uncle adopted you? Just like you did with me”

Mahiru noded before seeing the clock.

“Omg! It’s already so late?” and with that the girl ran of with her backpack

Kuro only grabbed the last toast and ran after his mistress.

Once the apartment was alone, a ghostly young man appears in the lobby.

A person that wears Victorians clothes put his eyes in the place.

“so… this is our new home, huh? It’s simple and lovely… Yup I like it.” the ghost put his gloved hand in the TV remote and started changing channels until he found something that was worthy in his eyes.

The show was about a girl in a dark blue jeans, a traditional Mexican looking blouse, sandals and an eye mask in her face.

Her dark hair was in a strange bun that looked like a butterfly and the most amazing thing was her big black butterfly wings.

“I know I should be preparing things for my formal introduction to my little descendent but… Obsidiane (An: I know its Obsidian but I put it like that because I like it how its hear, so im sorry) can’t wait” he said before started to sing along the silly opening of the super hero themed show.

Meanwhile, Mahiru was trying to re-establish her breath in her desk.

“T-that’s was the best run for school I have ever had” she admitted to her cat.

Kuro was laying alongside her face and arms in the desk so he make sure to whispered to her some little concern.

“hey… does schools allows pets? Last I checked they didn’t”

“This school does. It’s for the training animals class. Something that is mandatory to all students in the first year. If I want to learn more and practice about that then I need to put in the six curses”

“so now im your practice bean… what a pain… you are so mean, making a cute little cat like myself working so hard for humans entertainment… I can die” the vampire cat started to roll in the desk, ignoring the glare that his mistress was sending him.

“You are many things but “such a cute little cat” is out of the question”

Just in the time kuro was about to do a comeback, a short guy with dark purple hair, in a strange uniform come in and the most awesome thing about him was the butterfly that was in his hair.

‘is that All of Love?’ he asked himself, before being lifted by strangers hands.

“… you call it kuro because of the fur? Really Mahi, you need to be more creative. If you stay with the “simple is best” of yours then I bet you we will be here for three months. You need more creativity and awesome in a go!” the guy that dared to pick him was the most exotic thing that Kuro had seen in all his immortal life.

It was tall and slender, had red eyes and a goofy smile with an annoying love glare to his eve, but the most he give away it was his curly green hair.

Yes you had read it right, this guy has green hair and red eyes.

And apparently he is a good friend of Mahiru, but the way his soul was acting, the guardian suspected its was a vampire. Why does Mahiru want to be friends with one?.

“Oh come on Sakuya! Don’t bother Kuro! It’s a good name for him and I will not change it for whatever one you had in mind”

Kuro fell a little bit of happiness, unbelievable and proud to hear that.

His eve cared for him even after knowing him for less than 24 hours.

“why not? I’m sure ‘Lordvacat’ its better than Kuro!”

“L-lordvacat?! Really?! You had been seeing so much shojo manga! His name is Kuro and that’s all! So you better drop the subject there Sak-kun!”

The name that his girl called the vegetable boy made him become a tomato.

“D-Don’t say that! Y-You know it's my only weakness!” says the boy in an intent to defend himself but the teacher comes in the classroom and the boy sits down in his desk.

Later that day Kuro saw something very interesting in the Sakuya guy. Aparently he has a crush in Mahiru. ‘I wonder what he is thinking that old odd guy. And now that I think about him… its unusual for him to not have shown up now. His desire has come halfway through’

“…Don’t worry Sakuya. I will be fine, I only need some bells and needles. Thanks for coming! And see you tomorrow” kuro came back from his thoughts, to see the vegetable boy leaving the side of his mistress.

They had gone to the city to buy some materials for the cultural festival that was supposed to be in 3 months. And after 2 hours of wondering around the streets and stores, the boy had a call and said he had to go.

One our later and Mahiru with kuro in her shoulder were leaving another store with the materials necessary, but something was not right in the mind of the vampire and somehow the girl had sensed it too.

“Kuro… it is normal that I feel like someone is watching us with some very ill intentions? And that something bad will be happening in short?” the girl was nervous and honestly the vampire didn’t blame her. He was nervous too but he was nervous for her.

He recognized the smell that a vampire left before killing.

“For your spiritual powers, yes. But for your powers at an eve I don’t know. This seems problematic so better we run away….”

Before the vampire guardian can finish, a man in a white tuxedo and top hat started to talk to the people in the screet.

“AHAHAHA! COME, COME! Come and see my better performance!”

The people was seeing him now and the strange mage put his cold red eyes in a boy that Kuro was sure they had talked earlier with the Sakuya guy.

“Oh! But, why the quick run? You do know why do I stopped you? A) because you ignored me. B) because I wanted you to be my helper? C) because I’m hungry? Or D) because I wanted to kill you?” the mage put a maniac grin in his face before took the boy bit his neck and put the canines in his fresh, releasing a blood river.

“The answer is ALL OF THEM! AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAA! COME, COME AND BE MY DINNER!” the Vampire started to laugh and yell to the crowd.

“R-Ruiji - kun! K- kuro, that man hurt Ruji! We need to help him!”

“can’t deal…” says the cat before using his body to sheld the girl of a very dangerous sword that the mage had pulled off of his hat, and was aiming to her.

“hahahaha! So you really are here huh? Sleepy Ashyuuuu! Tsubakiuuun will be happy to see you! Your corpse that is! haaahahahahahaha!” the maniac man was with his foot in the chest of the guardian neko that was lying in the street.

“hey, hey! Lets’ play a game? Shall we? It’s called: who can kill more people in a bit? Isn't it exciting? I bet I can win! Haaaha-auch! Hey who dared throw me a rock in the face!”

For the surprise and horror of both vampires, the one that had thrown the rock talked.

“It was me! And stop with this you maniac mage!” says Mahiru, who currently was armed with a school supplier.

“…you. Threw. Me. A. rock. In. the face.” Says the man.

“Yes I did, is there a problem with that?”

“…You. A girl, a stupid little girl who only go to what? Middle school? Throw me a rock in the face to save the patetic inmortal life of this stupid vampire?”

“HE IS NOT PATHETIC AND SURE ARE LESS STUPID!”

“you dared to try to stop me?! The Great Bakuria?! To save this vampire?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! That’s cuteeee and interesting. But.. you are noting more than a stupid girl so… better kill you now” and with that the now know as Bakuria, threw himself after the girl, and she dogged with elegance, in the last second giving him a kick in the back part of his head.

Then she ran to her vampire cats side.

“Kuro! Are you all right? Does this can be healed be my b-blood?!”

The vampire put himself in a siting position before nodding.

“T-Then you need to drink it! Here!” the girl exposed his arm to the vampire guardian and seeing that there wasn’t another way, closed his eyes and bit it.

The great tatse of her blood invaded his mind and mouth. In each gulp he tasted, he felt the effect of the contract.

He felt his wounds close and the energy to fight, he felt how the aches of the last fight left him to never come back. And he sensed the desire to protect the girl.

His heart ached in joy to find that the girl cared for him. That she accepted the way the contract was made and that her most wanted desire was to help him, and protect the ones she loved the most and the innocent people that were in danger of this atrocity.

So with one last glup the chains appeared and he answered with showing his claws. He will protect Mahiru.

“oooh so you had a eve? You the sloth servamp that never ever before had a master to drink blood had now you have one?! And is a stupid little girl not the least! Hahahahahaha! Tsubaki will find this hilarious haahahaha!”

“do you know him?” the girl ignored the man.

“no, I don’t. I’m sure that I don’t know him and neither have I known a Tsubaki”

“HEY DON’T IGNORE ME!”

Kuro glared lazily to him.

“you know, whatever I do to you is because of her. I’m only following orders. So don’t blame me please” it was said with a nonsense and joking way but Mahiru had heard it in the way it really was meaningful.

Kuro had fear to being blamed for something that he do for necessary times.

But right now is was not the time to think about that. She will make sure that he doesn’t do something he regretted once the fight finished, she was his partner and she will do her part in this fight.

“You had caused pain to innocent people so now you need to pay for you actions. We are going to stop you!”

And with that, Kuro throw himself to the maniatic mage, opening him in the neck, torso, and legs.

The man fell to the food and started to gasp for breathing, but a cough interrupted him then and there.

Kuro took him from his long pink hair and open his mouth to finish him, but a pull in his chain stopped him.

“Kuro. We only wanted to stop him, not kill him! I know you don’t want to take his life. So stop it now!”

The voice of his eve made him come back to the present and drop the man.

“Haahahaha you think you had me? Well not!” the man do a puff and then a doll version of the vampire was in the street.

Mahiru blinked and took it.

“huh? Is that all? Is it dead?” before she can so anything the doll come to life and started to laughing.

“Ahahahahaha! Of course not! You idiot! I’m going to make a curse in your- aw aw aw… please don’t do that to me now, aw aw aw” the vampire doll was cutting his sentence because of a glowing dark claw that impaled him in the hat.

Kuro started to do some cat activities with it.

“So. Who sent you there? And why did you said Tsubaki will be pleasant to know that Kuro had me?” started with the questions Mahiru.

“I sent him” the sloth pair turned they head to the right to see a man in a kimono, black sunglasses, and a sadistic expression.

But mahiru saw more than the love for pain in another’s.

Oh no.

She saw a man with sadness and a misunderstanding for life, family and other important concepts.

“who are you?” asked the girl.

“Let me tell you a story!” says the doll.

“Once upon a time, a spirit guardian becomes a vampire that was suppose to have a master and answered to him. The servamp spirit returned to his home only to find that there wasn’t one. A man that was called a priest adopted him and he became the family guardian. The servamp swore to never have a eve but that promise went away the day he met his new priest. A girl made the vampire contract and choosed to walk the dangerous path ”

“Does they will come alive after the dark? Or will they find they last of the days? What do you think Tsubaky?”

The man smiled with some malice.

“I Think that the war is about to start. And is nice to finally meet you. Ni-san”

“Big Brother?” both the girl and the servamp asked in unison and equal curiosity.

“What a pain, I think you are mistaken. I don’t have a brother with that name”

“oh no, my lovely ni-san. I’m Tsubaky, the 8th servamp, the champion of melancholy”

“8th?! Y-you have 8 brothers?!”

“Actually, they are 5 brothers and one sister… and I didn’t know we had another one”

“are all of you cats… oh no I can see it now. They are fox ears and fox tails” the girl pointed out the obvious when she saw the extra parts of the body.

“We are a very variant group. Im a fox, our sister is a wolf, the one that is before me is a butterfly, there is one that is a serpent, and one is a pig. The most annoying is a hedgedog. It’s a very unique family don’t you think so?” says the man transforming in a black and red kitsune.

“All of you were once a spirit guardian?”

“Yes, well more of them. I’m more a yokai than a guardian. But it's funny to watch people die”

“So you are the one that is behind the attacks that my friends had warned me about. Why do you do it?!”

“Yes I had been the one ordering them. And so what? I can do what I want, and so what?. I will kill them all and so what?”

“you can’t do that!”

“ You want to stop me? hahahahahahahahahahaha….. boooring. Well I just come here for my friend there, so see you around… Sloth pair. Oh and if I were you I will watch my back… right now I just declare the war against all of the servamps! Hahahahahahaha!” and like the wind the vampire of Melancholy and his maniac fellow left the street.

@tina-nightray @just-servamp-trash @angel-of-music-hyde-no-longer

#servamp #fanfiction #Femmahiru nekoKuro

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