#and I (standing in the bunny pen) reached down and grabbed them and when I stood up the side of my face went directly into the metal eagle

[link-lonk]

I have a scar on my face now if anyone was wondering

[enhas-pov]

mean girl & the nerd

summary: everyone knows reader as the popular mean girl. she’s always seen making fun of people with her friends (aka minions) but someone who she loves making fun of in particular is choi soobin, the shy nerdy (rumored to be a perv) guy.

warnings: bullying(?), smoking, making out, teasing, smut, unprotected sex, cockwarming, slut shaming, reader is older than soobin, usage of “noona”

word count: 4.8k

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gosh i wonder how long this teacher could go on for. i’m sat in math class (the worst subject ever) next to my best friend, karina. i’m not paying any attention to what the teacher is saying and neither is she. she’s too busy fixing up her makeup while i’m sat here slowly dying of boredom. i was about to ask for permission to go to the bathroom so i could smoke, but that was before i realized that choi soobin was sat right in front of me.

of course he was paying attention to the teacher and writing down notes, fucking nerd. i rip a piece of paper out of my notebook and grab my pen. i write down a simple “meet me in the bathroom” before curling up the paper in my hands and throwing it at the back of his head. he brings his hand up to the back of his head before turning around in his chair to face me. his hair is hanging over his face, and he’s wearing those cute black glasses that i seem to like so much on him. i give him a small smile and wave at him before pointing at the piece of paper i threw at him. “open it” i mouth, and in return i get a confused bunny look from him.

i’m not gonna lie, i pick on soobin a lot. why? i think he’s kinda cute. he can be annoying sometimes in class when he’s being all smart and shit, but besides that he’s got a pretty face and a nice body. i’m actually kinda shocked he’s a loner that gets absolutely zero attention from any girl. maybe he really is a pervert after all, that’s what everyone says about him.

i raise my hand in the air as soobin is opening the note. “may i go to the bathroom, miss?” once i got the teacher’s permission to leave the classroom, i get up from my seat. walking away, i can feel soobin’s eyes on me. i know he’s gonna follow me, he always does, and i can’t help but to like the way he follows me around like a lost puppy.

i lean against the sink to the girls bathroom as i inhale the smoke from the cigarette that’s in between my lips. i turn my head to the side when i hear the door opening, revealing soobin who’s walking in looking all shy and nervous. “choi soobin? what are you doing in the girls bathroom?” i throw a bit of sarcasm at him since i love the reactions i always get from him. “i- the note..” he stutters while his eyes are looking down at his feet. “why do people call you a pervert? hm?” i ask, watching him shrug his shoulders. i put my cigarette out before walking over to him and grabbing him by his collar earning a shocked reaction from him. i drag him to one of the stalls before throwing him in and locking the door behind us.

“i think i know why” i push him up against the wall making him whimper as he squeezed his eyes shut. “you’re not gonna look at me? how disrespectful..” i scoff, bringing my hands up his chest. i couldn’t help but smile when i felt his body shiver at the touch of my hands. i looked up at him to see that his eyes were open, all though he wasn’t looking at my face.

i remove one my hands from his chest to grab his. he furrows his eyebrows when i help move his hands up to my chest, placing each hand on each one of my boobs. “play with them” i say which finally made him look down at me. “w-what?” his eyes widened at my words, his glasses falling down to the tip of his nose. “i didn’t wear a bra today, you know why?” i ask, cocking my head at him. he shook his head, his hands that were placed on my boobs were slightly shaking, i could tell he had no idea what to do or how to play with them.

i stand up on my tiptoes to reach his level, leaning in so that my lips were brushing against his ear lobe. soobin was also incredibly tall which made him a lot more attractive. “for you” i whispered against his ear. “i didn’t wear a bra for you today, bunny” when i felt his shaky breath against my neck, it sent a shiver down my spine which had never happened to me before. whenever i would tease soobin, it’d never affect me. why was it now so suddenly?

his hands that were completely frozen and placed on my boobs were now slowly moving. i moaned in his ear on purpose when his thumbs brushed against my nipples, and i was kinda surprised when i earned a moan back from him. i leaned away from his ear to look him in his eyes, but he quickly looked up at the ceiling. “do i make you nervous?” i ask, bringing my hands up to cup his face. he bit down on his lip to muffle his moans while his hands started squeezing my breasts and moving them around in a circular motion. i let out a sigh, my hand traveling down from his face all the way down to his hardened bulge. he let out a gasp when my hand brushed against his member. “i asked you a question, bunny. do i make you nervous?” i look up at him with my doe eyes, finally making eye contact with him when he decides to look down at me.

“y-yes, noona” he stutters once again. he’s so cute when he calls me noona. “you’re really cute.. you know?” i slowly start palming his bulge through his school uniform, his mouth hanging open while he throws his head back against the wall. the grip he still has on my breasts tightens the more i rub him. “do you want more?” i ask him, leaning towards his face so that our lips are almost touching. “mhm!” he whimpers, attempting to kiss me before i pull back, but not too far so that we’re still close enough.

“do you want to feel more of me? or do you want me to feel more of you?” i place a small kiss on the corner of his lips before kissing a trail from his ear, below his his jawline and down to his neck. i felt him leaning into me and the kisses i was giving him, like he wanted more. “both.. b-both. i want both! noona, please..” i smiled against his neck when he started begged and crying while being a moaning mess. it was humiliating if i’m gonna be honest, but i enjoyed every bit of it. out of nowhere he pinched both of my nipples making me moan along with him.

“shit..” i curse under my breath. what was he doing to me? i take a few steps back, completely pulling myself away from him, leaving him confused and wanting more. “why’d you stop..?” he asked, panting while his chest rose up and down at a quick pace. “it’s lunch and i’m hungry. see you later, bunny” i smile at him before unlocking the door to the bathroom stall and walking away.

“i don’t get it..” karina says, looking down at the sheet of paper in front of her. we took a math test not that long ago, and while i was busy in the bathroom with soobin, everyone got their results in. “no way you got 30%” wonyoung laughs, waving her test that says “85%” in front of karina’s face. “shut up.. it was difficult” karina mumbles. “no it wasn’t. you’re just a bimbo” i say, playing around with my food that looks very unappetizing. “you guys are mean-“

“hey, look” wonyoung cuts karina off, pointing at a guy who’s sat alone at one of the lunch tables. “soobin is such a loser” karina laughs at him. “at least he’s smart” i hear karina gasp and wonyoung laugh before i get up from my seat, “come on” i order them. walking over to soobin who’s sat alone along with my friends, i sit down on top of the table in front of him, karina takes a seat right next to him and wonyoung is stood behind him. (basically caging him in) he looks up from his food, looking around at the three of us stood around him. he paused, not knowing what to do while having that cute confused look on his face.

“enjoying your lunch?” wonyoung asks him, placing her hand on his shoulder. “what do you look like without these” karina brought her hands up to his face and took his glasses off. he tried to grab them from her, but she was quick to pull away while laughing at him. he lowered his head looking real embarrassed and i couldn’t help but to feel kinda pissed off. watching my friends make fun of him, it made me feel kinda.. jealous? i don’t know why. it’s okay if i make fun of him since that’s just different, but i didn’t like how they were the ones bothering him.

i reached my hand out, grabbing soobin’s glasses out of karina’s hands. i grabbed soobin by his chin, tilting his head up so he’d look at me. i placed his glasses back on his face and felt my heart skip a beat when he gave me a small smile. i could feel karina and wonyoung’s eyes on me, like i was being judged by them but i couldn’t care less. “___?” i looked up at wonyoung who called my name, realizing soobin and i had been looking at each other for a long second. “yeah, whatever. let’s go” i get off the table, giving soobin a quick look who still hasn’t taken his eyes off me. “but, what about-“ “are you fucking dense? i said let’s go” i curse at karina who instantly got up from the chair she was sat in, following me out of the cafeteria along with wonyoung.

“fuck me..” i whisper to myself, looking down at my test score that says “40%” how did i score so low? i was so confident i did good. “who’s the bimbo now?” karina laughs, all though her smile drops when i throw her a glare. “jeez..” she mumbles. “___ and karina, i suggest you get yourselves a tutor unless you want to fail” fail? i can’t fail. “i can tutor them” i hear wonyoung say from across the classroom. “that would be great-“

“actually, miss. soobin offered to tutor me already, is that okay?” soobin turned around quietly looking at me more dazed than ever. of course he didn’t offer to tutor me, but i wanted to spend more time with him alone. “of course. i think that would help you a lot since soobin scored 100%. right, soobin?” the teacher asks, looking over at soobin who doesn’t know what to say. “y-yes, miss” he stutters. i love how he never says no to me, it makes me want him even more. “okay everyone that’s it for today, i’ll see you all on monday”

once the teacher and most of the students had left the classroom, i got up from my chair and walked over to soobin who was packing all of his stuff up. “my place?” i ask, tilting my head at him. he looks up at me and slightly nods, it was obvious he was nervous about coming over to my place. “i’ll see you then, bunny” i look around to make sure no one was looking before giving him a quick kiss on his cheek. i giggled a bit when he looked away fast, covering his face when his cheeks turned red.

i looked at myself in the mirror, eyeing my own body in probably the most sluttiest pajamas ever. did i wear them on purpose because soobin is coming over to tutor me? of course not. my ass and tits were practically hanging out while my whole stomach was revealed. if my strict ass parents were home they’d kill me for being in my “underwear”.

i tried to hide back a smile when i heard the door bell ringing. i quickly left my room and made my way down the stairs, rushing over to the front door. i opened the door to reveal a unexpectedly hot soobin. he was wearing grey sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt that stuck to his torso. what the fuck? i was the one who was supposed to be seducing him. but instead i’m the one who’s drooling over him. well, kinda..

soobin was definitely drooling over me as well. don’t think i missed the way his eyes instantly dropped down to my tits the second i opened the door. he was just stood there looking hotter than ever, holding his books and wearing his cute glasses while staring at my tits. “are you just gonna stand there?” i ask him, slightly moving to the side so he could make his way inside. “r-right. sorry” after he walked past me, i shut the door behind me and grabbed him by his bicep which took him off guard. i walked him towards the stairs and lead him up to my room.

“are your parents not here?” he asked, sitting down on my bed right next to me. “nope. they’re always on work trips and stuff, but i’m glad they’re not here” i placed my hand on his thigh dangerously close to his bulge. he nervously looked down at my hand before clearing his throat. “y-you’re struggling with math.. right?”

“uhuh. math sucks” i removed my hand from his thigh and leaned back against my pillows. my only view now was his back. “i think math is fun” he said, looking through the books he had brought with him. “that’s because you’re a nerd, choi soobin” he didn’t say anything back to me, like he was embarrassed of being a nerd or something. “don’t worry about it. i like that about you” i said, moving closer to his back that was facing me. i placed my hand on his bicep before placing my chin on his shoulder, looking down at the books along with him.

the second he felt my touch, he stopped turning the pages when his hand paused. i heard his breath hitch, and he swallowed nervously when my hand started tracing up and down his bicep. i used my other hand to point at something random in the book, “what does that mean?” i ask, turning my head slightly to look at him. “i-it’s.. uhm-“ i had leaned in closer and placed a soft kiss on his neck, stopping him from answering any kind of question i ask him. he get’s way too nervous and shy, it’s cute. “it’s what?” i question, watching his lips tremble slightly at my touch. “to find the critical points, you need to compute the first derivative of ( P(x) ). P’(x) equals \frac{d}{dx}(2x^3 minus 6x^2 plus 4x minus 12-“

what the fuck was he on about? i definitely needed an explanation for the explanation, but i had a better idea in mind. “bunny..” i said, reaching my hand out to close the book that was in front of him. “y-yeah?” he turned his head to meet my mine that was resting on his shoulder. i looked him in his eyes before leaning in slowly, placing a kiss on his lips. soobin didn’t kiss me back right away and i could tell it was because he was in disbelief. i pulled away before he could even get the chance to react. i watched him open his eyes that he shut closed when i had kissed him. now he wouldn’t take his eyes off mine, and i couldn’t bother to tear mine off his either. i could feel my heart beating faster the longer we maintained eye contact.

i broke the eye contact by turning my attention to the books again. i brought my hand out, using it to push the books to the side causing them to fall off my bed. his eyes followed my every move when i moved around him, so instead of sitting behind him—i was now sat in front of him. facing each other, i moved in closer and sat myself down on his lap.

“i think.. maybe we should study later?” i tilted my head a little, tracing my fingers up and down his chest. i tried not to show a stunned reaction when i felt his literally—hard rock abs against the tip of my fingers. “i-i don’t understand.. i thought i was here for- to tutor you..?” i held back a smile when he struggled to get his words out. fuck, it actually turned me on at how nervous i made him. “you are. we’re simply just taking a break” my hand travelled down to the hem of his t-shirt before going underneath it, placing my whole hand on his abs.

his breath hitched when my cold hand touched his stomach. “b-but we barley even started..”that didn’t stop him from placing both his hands on my hips, pulling me in closer to him if that was even possible. “i know, bunny. but i’ve been waiting for this for so long. need you..” i swear i almost choked on my own words when his hands moved down to grip my ass harshly. “need you t-too..” he mumbled, shyly hiding his face in my neck. holy shit. “mmm.. do you now?” i began slowly grinding myself down on his bulge that was already hardened the second he had stepped into my house. “f-fuck.. yes, noona” he moaned quietly against my neck. soobin cursing was not something you’d hear often, it was kinda hot.

he let out a whine when i suddenly stopped my movements. i pulled away slightly, bringing my hands down to the waistband of his sweatpants before pulling it down far enough so that his dick sprang free. oh, soobin was huge. i knew he was big when i felt him through his pants, but i did not expect him to be this fucking big.. his tip was touching his stomach, red and angry leaking with pre-cum. i looked up at him to see him with his head thrown back while trying his best not to make a sound. if i’m gonna be honest, i was confident when grinding myself down on him, but now i’m kinda nervous.. i don’t think i’m gonna be able to take him.

“binnie.. why didn’t you tell me you were this big?” i pout, watching him throw me a quick glance before turning his head to the side. was he embarrassed of how big he was? “i-i’m sorry..” he murmured before squeezing his eyes shut to avoid any and all eye contact with me. “please look at me” i placed my hand on his chin, moving his head towards mine so he’d face me. he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze instantly meeting mine. “i don’t know if i’ll be able to take you-“

“please! i-i’ll make you feel good.. i promise! i need to be inside you, noona. p-please?” i was stunned at how desperate he was. so desperate he cut me off so he could beg and cry for his dick to be inside of me. “okay my bunny. i trust you’ll make me feel good” he nodded repeatedly while his eyes followed my hand that went down to his cock. i gave him a few strokes, listening to his whiny voice that was craving for my pussy. i used my other hand to pull my shorts along with my panties to the side, lining his dick up against my entrance. i took a deep breath, preparing myself for the amount of pain i was about to feel right now. don’t get me wrong, i was incredibly wet for soobin right now but it was obviously still gonna hurt, considering i hadn’t even prepped myself for his giant cock.

i let out a yelp the second his tip entered me. yes, just his tip.. soobin on the other hand was groaning while his hands gripped tightly at my ass. “you feel so good.. i-im sorry.. am i hurting you, noona?” he let out a whimper, brushing his lips against mine. i shook my head not wanting him to worry, quickly going back to focusing on the fact that he wasn’t even half way inside. i placed my hands on his shoulders for support, controlling my breathing as i forced myself to sink further down on him. thankfully, i was wet enough and his cock slipped right in. i was now sat there, cockwarming him while i was adjusting to his size.

i looked up at soobin who was staring down at me, desperately wanting me to make some sort of movement. i leaned in closer to him, pressing my lips against his. he moaned into the kiss, a moan that i happily swallowed. i brought my hands up to the back of his head and tugged on the strands of his hair, while his hands were massaging my ass cheeks. as we were making out, i realized that this felt a lot different. this didn’t feel like some random hook up, it felt like we were doing this with feelings? i don’t know how to explain it, but all i can say is that to me, soobin isn’t too bad after all. i know it sounds stupid, knowing i kinda bullied him and all. but i’m thinking that all this time when i’d make fun of him, it was really just because i felt something for him..? whatever, not like i was gonna let him know i felt this way anyway..

“okay, break’s over” soobin hummed in confusion with his eyebrows furrowed when i pulled away from the kiss. still sat on his dick, i leaned down a little to pick up one of the books from the floor which caused a movement that made soobin let out a soft moan. “here” i handed him the book that he slowly grabbed out of my hand, still with a confused expression on his face. “i thought we were gonna.. y-you know..” the poor boy was so cute and shy he couldn’t even bring himself to say the word sex. “have sex?” i asked, tilting my head to the side. he nodded shyly at my question, very eager to fuck me.

“right now, you need to tutor me. can you do that bunny? without getting distracted?” he bit down on his lip, him and i both knowing he wouldn’t be able to tutor me properly with me cockwarming his needy dick. “y-yes” he blurted out, eyes moving down to the book in his hands. “uhm.. calculus. it’s a branch of mathematics that deals with rates of change, differential calculus, and the accumulation of..” i wasn’t paying attention to a single word he was saying, i was just using this as a way to tease him. i held back a smile before clenching around him, causing him to stop mid-sentence with a whimper.

“i’m listenting..” i said, signaling for him to go back to talking about whatever he was trying to teach me. soobin was hesitant at first, he definitely knew what i was doing but he listened to me anyway and went right back to tutoring me. “t-the main concepts in calculus are limits, derivatives and integrals. a limit is a fundamental concept that helps us understand how..” i hummed, pretending to listen to what he was saying before slowly starting to roll my hips. soobin hissed before closing the book and tossing it. “what’s wrong baby? are we moving onto the next subject already-“

without a warning, soobin unexpectedly flipped us over. my eyes widened in shock when he grabbed both of my hands with just one of his, pinning them above my head and me down onto the bed. i was completely caught off guard by his actions considering soobin was not the kind of guy to take control. he always let me treat him like he was my bitch, maybe i got on his last nerve..

i cried out in pain when he started thrusting into me at an incredibly fast pace. i could feel his tip hit my cervix harshly at every single thrust. “s-soobin..?” i tried to free my hands from his grip, but he was surprisingly too strong. “s-shit.. don’t call me that” he cursed under his breath, throwing his head back in pleasure as he kept on abusing my pussy. “bunny..” i whimpered as tears began falling down my face. “yeah, good girl.. turns me on whenever you call me that” he leaned down close to my ear before he bit down on my earlobe, earning a painful moan from me. “did you enjoy it, hm? making fun of me with your pathetic little friends? f-fuck.. i enjoyed it as well you know? watching you order me around with that tiny little skirt that exposed your ass and pussy, a-and that tight fucking top that shaped your tits perfectly.. you’re such a fucking slut. made my cock hard every single day, had to jerk off at the thought of you being mean to me the second i got home..”

i watched him in horror as i was trying to process everything he just said. me bullying him turned him on? he’d jerk off to the thought of me whenever he got home..? i didn’t know soobin had this side of him, but at least i know why people call him a pervert now. i was struggling to get my words out as i was too fucked out to speak. all i could manage to do was to whimper and moan at the overwhelming feeling as the sound of skin slapping only got louder by the second.

“is it too much for you? i thought you wanted this when you were grinding down on my dick. where’d the confident, mean little slut go? hm?” his grip on my hands tightened when he used his other hand to pull my top right above my tits. i squeezed my eyes shut when he leaned down and started leaving hickeys all over my boobs. he’d bite down on my nipples, lick and then suck all over them. this man was hungry.. “c-close..” i managed to blurt out when i felt the heat growing in my stomach. “go on. cum all over my cock”

i screamed out his name when i felt my body tense as i released around him. my orgasm crashed over me, and i had never experienced a better fuck than this. “gonna fill you up until my cum drips out of you..” he mumbled as i felt his cock twitch inside of me. his hand finally let go of mine, allowing me to grip his biceps for support as the feeling only got more overwhelming. “‘m close..” he groaned, his hands moving down to my hips as he digged his fingers into my skin. he buried his face into my neck, a loud moan escaping his lips when his thick cum filled me up and painted my walls white. “t-take it.. take my cum” he panted against the skin of my neck as his thrusts only got sloppier. my eyes squeezed shut, my pussy tightening around his cock.

his heavy body rested against my chest as he was catching his breath and so was i. i felt his arms wrap tightly around my waist, trying to pull me in closer to him. my eyes fluttered open to see that he was still hiding his face in my neck. “b-bunny..?” i whimpered, only earning a soft moan from him. was he already back to being his cute, shy self? get a man that can do both i guess.. “i didn’t hurt you.. d-did i?” he asked, slowly looking up at me. i shook my head before placing a small kiss on his lips. “were you just really horny or what?” i giggled when he quickly hid his face back into my neck as he was clearly embarrassed.

“so..” karina said, putting her phone down to look over at me. “so?” i raised my eyebrows at her. “soobin tutored you? can’t imagine how that went..” right as karina finished her sentence, the teacher placed my test down in front of me that had ‘91%’ written on it. “good job, ___. i can see soobin being your tutor was the right choice” my teacher said, patting me on my shoulder. “mhm! my boyfriend is pretty smart” i proudly say, earning a confused look from everyone in my class. i looked over at soobin who was smiling to himself at me calling him my boyfriend, while everyone else were straight up judging me. but why should i care? i was happy.

[cyber-streak-extra]

More Ralpho :) @maraariana01 made the ITP: Happy Ending AU

Title: Bonding

Description: Despite the fact that he hangs out with the family, Spring Bonnie takes notice of something——and suggests that Ralpho and Oswald hang out——one on one, for the day.

The bunny was patiently waiting. A few moments ago, he’d just finished up with some chores—wanting Jackie and Thomas to both rest later, instead of having to do them.

Today was a Saturday, and it was still rather early. Jackie had just left, and so had Thomas. He knew his son was awake—he’d seen him at breakfast—but he was back in his room.

Both Fetch and Jinx were laying in the living room—the dog on the couch, and the cat over by the TV. Earlier at breakfast, even if he didn’t need to eat, Fetch had attempted to steal Oswald’s bacon.

For a moment, he felt his tail wag as he heard a knock on the door—then another. Spring Bonnie already knew who it was. The bunny smiled.

Spring Bonnie made his way towards the front door, unlocking and opening it. A mere few seconds after, Ralpho had leaped, and Spring Bonnie quickly held out his arms, and held him.

This wasn’t the first time that the orange rabbit had done this before, so the bunny had become prepared. It had, admittedly, startled him the first and second time—he had been nervous about not catching him.

“Hey, Spring!” Ralpho grinned, his tail wagging. He kept his arms wrapped around the bunny’s neck. With the rabbit in his arms, Spring Bonnie moved away, closing the door with his foot.

Spring Bonnie could feel himself start to heat up, just a little, when Ralpho leaned closer, and pressed a quick kiss against his cheek. The bunny’s tail wagged again.

“So!” The orange rabbit started, “What do you want to do today, Springy? Got some new rom-coms since the last time I visited?” His head tilted to the side.

Spring Bonnie shook his head. He and Jackie hadn’t found or retrieved any other rom-coms, but that didn’t bother the bunny all that much—he loved rewatching all of the other ones.

Spring Bonnie turned, and began making his way through the hallway, towards his sons room. He hoped that they’d both agree to the idea.

Once the bunny reached the door, he had to set Ralpho down so that he could open it. He could feel the orange rabbit grab his other hand a moment later.

...

Oswald looked away from what he was attempting to draw, and up towards his door when he heard a creak. “Hey,” He waved at the bunny and the rabbit.

“Hey, Oz!” Ralpho waved back. He entered the room alongside Spring Bonnie. Spring Bonnie reached in with his free hand, and took out his notepad and pen.

Oswald climbed out of his bed, making his way over to the two as Spring Bonnie began to write away. And when the bunny was done, he knelt down in front of his son.

Ralpho knelt down, too. “I have an idea.” The two began to read. “Why don’t you two hang out for today?” The bunny had added a smiley face. “I’m sure you’ll have fun!”

“You want us to?”

Spring Bonnie nodded at his son, and wrote a little further. “Just suggesting. I haven’t seen you two hang out all much.” By the looks of it, the two already did get along, and he appreciated that.

Yet, the bunny wanted to let them hang out a little more—without him. A one-on-one hanging out session. Although, if the two didn’t want to, then the bunny wouldn’t force them.

“Would you want to?”

Oswald thought about it for a moment, before giving a nod. “I wouldn’t mind.” There still wasn’t much to do here, but he was sure that he and Ralpho could find something to do.

He and Spring Bonnie turned to look at Ralpho. The orange rabbit was no longer kneeling, standing back at his full height. “I don’t have any problems with that, Spring,” He started backing away.

“C’mon, Oz!” He motioned to him with a hand, smiling. “Let’s go see if there’s something we can do.”

As Oswald followed after the rabbit, the two of them making their way towards the front door, Spring Bonnie waved goodbye to the two.

...

“What all were you up to before you ran into Spring Bonnie?” Oswald couldn’t help but ask the rabbit. He walked alongside him on the sidewalk.

The young boy had heard some of Ralpho’s stories—but not many of them. Just a few involving moments with his job back at the camp, but that had been it.

“Not that much, Oz.” Ralpho’s ears twitched. “I was so... so bored. I just ended up wandering around for a long time, trying to find something to do, until I made my way here.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” Ralpho nodded, messing with one his gloves for a moment. “Just really boring. At least until I stumbled into this place.” He smiled. “I’m glad I arrived here.”

Oswald was about to ask the rabbit something else, but paused, looking down. He’d heard something. What was-... oh. It was just his stomach growling. He hadn’t had anything to eat since breakfast.

His dad had given him some money before leaving for work earlier. “Ralpho,” The rabbit looked down at the young boy. “Follow me- why don’t we go to Jeff’s Pizza?” Not like there was anywhere else to go.

...

Oswald hadn’t gone here in a while. Admittedly, he’d missed the big, cheesy pizza. As he and Ralpho entered, he found himself looking around a little bit. Everything was still the same.

He could see the ball pit, too. The ball pit. The last time he’d gone through it was right before Spring Bonnie had decided to pretend to be his dad—pretend to be Thomas.

After he, his dad, and Spring Bonnie had left the old pizzeria, Oswald hadn’t gotten to it all that much after. Whenever he did, he tended to ignore where the ball pit was. It was just... still strange.

A part of Oswald wondered what would happen if he went through it again. What would the Freddy’s be like now? The last time he’d been there... hadn’t been the greatest.

Were Chip and Mike okay?

Ralpho sat across from Oswald in the booth. The boy took a slice of pizza from the flimsy plate, and then glanced up at the orange rabbit. “Hey, Ralpho?”

“Mmm?”

“Can you eat?” He questioned.

“Well, I tried once. I can- but I still don’t really need to, and I can’t taste much.” Ralpho explained. It was bacon. Back at the camp, he’d noticed some bacon, and was curious enough to try it.

Oswald took a bite of the pizza, and swallowed. “Guess you don’t want any of this, then?”

“You can have it, Oz.” The rabbit hummed, ears twitching.

The boy nodded. As he continued eating the pizza, he could hear Ralpho began to tell another story from his time back at the camp.

...

Ralpho walked alongside Oswald, leaving the leaving. He could still hear the boy walking, but for a moment, the rabbit paused to look at something back in the building.

“You know, Spring’s talked to me about that ball pit a couple of times,” Ralpho started. He didn’t hear the footsteps anymore—he just assumed that Oswald had stopped, and was listening.

“I told him about some of my time back at Camp Etenia, and h-“ Ralpho would’ve kept going, if not for the fact that he heard Oswald yell. His ears shot up.

Quickly, Ralpho turned around. “Hello again, Little Ocelot!~” In front of him was a tall, broken down animatronic bear. He had a mischievous smirk on his face.

The orange rabbit had no clue who this bear was—he could only assume that he came from a Freddy’s location—he looked like he belonged there—a little bit. But there weren’t any Freddy locations around.

There was the one through the ball pit—but Ralpho wasn’t sure if this animatronic would have come from that one. Spring Bonnie had mentioned a bear once—and the bear was brown.

However, what was more important right now, was that, to the orange rabbit, was that he realized that the bear had Oswald. What did he want the boy for?

The bear was missing his right hand, yet he still had his arm, which he had wrapped around Oswald to keep him in place. He anxiously glanced towards Ralpho.

“Let... let me go-“ The boy was beginning to squirm around in the bear’s grasp. Yet, just the last time he’d encountered the bear, he couldn’t break free.

The broken bear looked towards the frowning orange rabbit—his face was filled with concern. “Oh? Who is this, Little Ocelot? He seems new!” The bear chuckled.

Ears twitching, Ralpho put his foot down. He began to approach the bear and Oswald. The bear’s grin was just growing. “You! Let him g-“

The bear reached over, using his free arm and hand, and grabbed Ralpho tightly by the neck. The bear let out a glitchy giggle to himself as he slammed the rabbit against the wall.

Ralpho flinched, and groaned. “R-Ralpho!” Oswald gasped, glancing up at the bear for a moment. Said bear’s grin didn’t leave his face at all.

The bear slammed the rabbit one last time, before letting go. Groaning, Ralpho unceremoniously fell onto the ground. Oswald began moving around again, but it did nothing.

Keeping his arm around Oswald, the bear stood there silently for a moment or two, as he tried to decide on something. Eventually, he came to a decision.

Reaching down with his hand, he managed to pick up Ralpho—the orange rabbit’s hat falling off in the process of him being carelessly moved around.

Putting the rabbit over his shoulder and keeping both him and the boy in his grasp, the bear began walking off, giggling to himself. He had some fun plans.

[munsonsprettygirl]

eddie sneaks into y/n’s room

pairing: eddie munson x inexperienced!reader

summary: eddie sneaks into y/n’s room while her parents aren’t home and shenanigans happen  

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Y/N’s sitting at her desk, writing in her journal and listening to Joy Division when the tapping at her window begins. Thinking it’s the branches of the oak tree outside her window, she ignores it. She curls her shoulders over and rests a palm on her cheek, scribbling down words and thoughts and trying to make sense out of all of them. Then the tree branch is tapping again, taking her out of her thoughts and she groans. Getting up to turn up her stereo, she dosen’t take notice of the boy sitting outside her window, tapping on the glass. Though, when she looks up after twisting the knob, she screams and grabs her chest. 

Eddie’s laugh carries over the music and Y/N frowns angrily. Stomping over to the window she unlatches it and lifts. “What the fuck, Eddie? You scared me!”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Eddie apologizes and she crosses her arms in front of her chest.  The cold, night breeze coming in through the open window and makes the hairs on her arm stand up. She’s wearing a pale green nighty that stops mid-thigh and bunny socks. “Will you let me in? I’ve been knocking for ages and I’m freezing.”

She steps back to let him scramble into her bedroom and closes the window once he’s inside. “What are you even doing here?”

“I missed you! And I noticed the absence of cars in the driveway.” He wiggles his eyebrows at her, a shit-eating grin across his face. “Alone tonight, hmm?” He takes her by the waist and pulls her into him. His leather jacket is cold from the wind and the tip of his nose is bitten and red. 

“I just saw you this morning!” Y/N exclaimed, fighting off Eddie’s wandering hands. Trailing to the sensitive parts of her waist where he knew she was ticklish. “My parents are gone for the night. They’re going to this reunion thing, I don’t know, I forgot.”

Eddie reaches up his hand and plays with the satin ribbon at the neckline of her night gown. His eyes are hazy and he smells faintly of weed and cigarettes. His fingers are like ice against her warm skin and she watches with glossy eyes as he licks his bottom lip. It makes her heart race and butterflies swirl in her belly.   The truth is, she’s had a crush on Eddie since her sophomore year and, after telling him while she was high on edibles, it’s been the source of his teasing for months. “You should’ve called me, baby. I would’ve kept you company.” He flips the little bow over in his ringed fingers and meets her eyes. “Good thing I’m here now, right?”

“Eddie, if my parents found out-“

“They won’t, angel. Not unless you tell them. Are you gonna do that? Tattle on your best friend?’ He slinks off into her room, looking at the framed photos on her walls and dresses. He picks up her jewelry and hair barrettes. Then he sniffs the delicate bottles of perfume at her vanity, trying to find the one that smells like her. She watches as his eyes settle on the journal sitting there. A pen still holds the page where she was writing. Y/N runs for it before he can but he’s faster and stretches his arm far above her head where she can’t reach. He looks down at her smugly while she rises on her tiptoes and scrambles to get it back from him. 

“Eddie, stop it! Give it back!” She whines and Eddie laughs.

“What are you hiding in here, little girl? Your secret dirty thoughts?” He taunts and her face turns beet red. His other hand come up to pinch at her cheeks and the rings sting against her hot skin. “Aww, you’re blushing! That’s so cute.”

“Stop it!” She huffs, jumping for the journal but Eddie just moves it away again. 

“Beg for it.” Eddie says and Y/N stops jumping. “If you want it so bad then beg for it.”

“You’re such a bully.” Y/N pouts and Eddie smirks again, cracking open one of the random pages and beginning to read it. 

“I finally finished my English essay, it took me four hours to get it to a place where I was happy- awe, you finished your essay?” He croons and Y/N yelps, jumping for the journal again. 

“Don’t read anymore!”

“I don’t hear you begging.” His thumb holds the page in place and he’s about to turn his head up to read more when she groans, caving into him. 

With her bottom lip jutting out, she softens her eyes and tugs on the bottom of his shirt. “Eddie, can you pleaseeeeee give me my journal back.”

“Mmm, tell me how much you need it.”

Her shoulders fall and she feels herself shrink in front of him from all the teasing. “I really need it, Ed’s. Please? Please give it back to me.” Eddie lowers his arm and pops her on her head with it before returning it back to her. She tugs it into her chest and glares at him. 

“I think you like being bullied. You always cave so easily.” He kisses her on the cheek before flopping down on her bed, picking up her stuffed kitty and resting it on his chest. “Now come over here and cuddle me and Miss Jasmine.”

After shoving her journal into a drawer she makes her way over to her bed slowly, drinking in the sight of Eddie against her pastel bedding. He’s wearing a Show No Mercy t-shirt that’s faded from many washing. His denim jeans are low around his hips, held to them with a black belt. His buckle glitters in the yellow light of her bedroom and settles against the soft, pale skin of his tummy. It makes her feel warm. 

“Seeing something you like?” He asks, petting down the cotton on her stuffed kitty. She rolls her eyes and moves to climb over his long legs but he grabs her by the hips and pulls her down on top of him. “There, you sit here right where we can see you.” He’s referring to himself and her stuffy which makes her roll her eyes again. 

“You’re so ridiculous.” 

“I know.” He mutters and his hands wander over her nighty again and play with the lace hem. “This is cute, you should wear it more often.” She can feel the coolness of his rings through the flimsy fabric. One holds her waist and steadies her against him. Her legs are bare underneath the dress so the backs of her thighs are touching his jeans, the friction against them making her legs hot. She wiggles around trying to get comfortable and Eddie watches, his bottom lip tucked between her teeth. “What are you doing there?”

She stops and rises up on her knees about to move herself off his hips. “Sorry it’s just-“ He squeezes her around her hips, keeping her sat on him and raises an eyebrow to encourage her to finish. She feels the tips of her ears heating up, unsure how to explain to Eddie that the reason she’s so wiggly is because the friction his jeans are putting on her is just too good. “Your jeans are rubbing me.”

A devious smile turns up at the corner of Eddie’s lips. “They are?” She swats at his shoulder, hating how he ruthlessly bullies her. “Well, what do you want to do about that, princess?”

Her eyes flick to his swollen lips and she leans forward slowly, searching for hesitation in his eyes before pushing her lips against his. This is not the first time they’ve kissed. Eddie likes fooling around with Y/N, sitting her on his lap, and kissing her until her lips are swollen. She enjoys it too, enjoys the warm feeling that bubbles up in her belly when they swap spit. It’s a feeling she chases when she touches herself at night, thinking of his lips wandering all over her body. A part of her feels pathetic for it, daydreaming about her best friend kissing her again even though they’ve both agreed that this is what friends do for each other. Except, recently, Y/N’s been wishing they were doing more than just kissing but the thought makes her anxious. She’s still a virgin. Eddie was her first kiss. She’d barely even masturbated before he started kissing on her and it’s embarrassing!

Eddie slips his tongue into her mouth, opening her up until he can kitten lick the inside of it. Y/N mewls on top of him and curls her hands up in his shirt. There’s something hardening beneath her and she blushes when she realizes what it is. Eddie’s hard. She made Eddie hard. Her mouth goes drooly because of it and she flattens her tongue at the bottom of her mouth, letting Eddie kiss her however he wants. When he pulls away there’s a line of spit connecting their mouths and it snaps back against Y/N’s chin. He thumbs the spit away and licks it off his thumb, the ring there glittering at her. 

“You’re going to kill me, baby.” He groans, throwing his head back on her headboard. His hands fall to her legs and he blinks heavily at her while his fingers squeeze at her thighs. “Can I touch you?” Y/N’s heart is hammering in her ears. What if he wants to have sex with her? What if she’s so bad he finds out she’s a virgin and never wants to talk to her again. Thoughts swirl around in her head and Eddie gets her attention by pinching her thigh. “Y/N?”

“Hmm?” She says distracted and the pad of his thumb sweetly runs over the spot he pinched. 

“I asked if I could touch you. Like under your dress?”

Her voice gets caught up in her throat and fiddles with his t-shirt. “Nobody’s ever-“ She lets out a strained breath. “Nobody’s ever touched me before. I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

Eddie’s eyes soften and he coos her name while he pulls her into his chest, rubbing circles on her back. “Baby, baby, baby. Nobody’s ever touched you?” She shakes her head and he tuts his tongue. “I would’ve thought men were going to battle for you.”

She shrugs. “I’ve only ever liked you.”

His hand stills on her back. “Really?” She nods in response and he kisses the top of her head, rubbing her tenderly. “I like you too, baby. So much. Can’t stop thinking about you.” She turns her head up to look at him, finding his brown eyes staring back at her. Y/N giggles and the corners of his eyes crinkle with a smile. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. We’ll take everything at your place. I can be happy just kissing you or looking at you, whatever you decide, m’lady.” 

Y/N pushes herself up off his chest, sitting back against his hips. “I still… I still want to do stuff with you. Just maybe… we can save sex for later? If that’s okay?”

Eddie’s eyes brighten up and he cups her cheeks, stroking them adoringly. “Of course that’s okay. That-“ He takes a breath to steady himself. “That would be great.”

She smiles shyly and looks down at where her body meets his. He’s grown even harder now and it’s pressing against her panties. She can feel herself growing warmer down there and an ache is starting to throb. “Is that from me?” Y/N peeps and Eddie’s eyes follow hers. 

“Yeah, yeah it is. I can go take care of that-“

“No!” She blurts, cheeks reddening when she hears it come out of her mouth. “You- you don’t have to. It feels… it feels kinda good.”

“Yeah?” He murmurs, slipping his hands up her dress to draw circles at her hips. He bucks himself up slightly into her and she whines. “You feel really good too, baby. You’re so warm.” Then they’re both gasping as Y/N slides herself against him, the friction riding against where she aches. “God.” He groans, hands squeezing on her hips. 

“Can you-“ Y/N stutters, trying to catch her breath. “Can we take your jeans off? I wanna feel you.” Eddie almost cuts right there, caught up in how sweetly she asks, fingers curling up at his belt.

“Please,” Eddie begins, unlatching the belt and wiggling his jeans down his thighs. His cock throbs in his boxers and when Y/N lowers herself back down he can feel how wet she is already. “Jesus, sweetheart. You’re so wet, aren’t you?” 

She nods pitifully and whines, holding onto his shoulders as she rocks herself against him, spreading her mess around her panties. “Feels so good, Ed’s.” 

“Mmm, I bet it does. You’ve never done this before, right?” She nods, picking up the bottom of her dress so it dosen’t get caught up between them. Eddie’s eyes fall down to where she’s grinding on his cock and sucks his lip into his mouth. “Fuck, baby. Can see how wet you are through these little panties.” He thumbs at the waistband of her white cotton panties, eyes glittering at the pink bow that sits in the middle. His girl is full of bows and frills. It makes him want to devour her. “Making a wet spot and everything, sweet girl. Getting so ready for me, so ready for daddy.”

She whines again, grinding down even harder at the name and Eddie smiles triumphantly. “Awe, did you like that?” She hums in agreement and feels his cock twitch beneath her. “I’m your daddy now, huh?” Her stomach bubbles pleasantly and the familiar feeling of an orgasm creeps in. One of hands reach up and tuck her hair behind her ear, stroking at the soft skin of her cheek. He calls her pretty names and pets her gently. She feels so good, feels good all over, everything is tingling and she can only think of EddieEddieEddieEddie. 

Her orgasm washes over her pleasantly and rivets down her body where she pulses in her cunt. She lets out a long moan and Eddie smiles once he realizes what’s happening to her. “Aww, that’s it baby. What a good girl coming just for me.” She’s still rocking herself against him as she comes down and he’s still petting at her, lips so kissable its making her ache. “You’re so cute when you cum, makes me want to give it to you forever.”

When Y/N comes down from her high she falls against Eddie’s chest, sweaty and breathing raggedly as she presses kisses into his jaw. “Jesus.” Eddie curses and rolls them over so Y/N is laying against her pillows looking at him with dazed, fucked-out eyes and he’s barely touched her yet. “You’re so pretty.” He cards through her hair and presses soft kisses to her lips and cheeks and all around her mouth. “Will you let me clean you up with my mouth?” He asks and she nods, practically begging him. “Maybe if you’re good and give me another orgasm I’ll show you my cock, how does that sound?”

Y/N shivers and her fingers dig into his biceps, feeling the strong muscle there. It sounds like the greatest idea she’s ever heard. 

[violetskylights0]

Morning Workout (18+)

Summary: Vi loves training at the crack of dawn. But why does she have to look so damn good doing it. Some fluff domestic things but also graphic smut.

THUD…..THUD…..THUD.

You groaned turning over in bed.

THUD…THUD…

You reached for where your supposed sleeping girlfriend should have been.

THUD.

You huffed finally sitting up already knowing what is going on. See any normal person at 7 am should be sleeping. Maybe just waking up to go on a jog or maybe headed to work.

THUD

But no. You had to date the pink haired freak who would get up at the crack of dawn to start punching the ever loving shit out of a makeshift punching bag in the living room. You yawn stretching a bit before standing and kicking on your bunny shaped slippers that Vi got for you during one of her adventures to Piltover and made your way downstairs.

You truly were pissed that you were up before the sun but you had to admit it was hard to be mad for long at the sight in the living room.

Vi was dressed in a sports bra and sweats mumbling some numbers to herself hurling her fist at the poor punching bag. Every time she pulled her arm back her back muscles would flex highlighting the shape of her tattoos. Then as she threw her arm forward you watched her biceps rock solid as they were. And suddenly you were forgetting the reason you came down here at all.

“Damn I woke you up again didn’t I” Vi huffed turning to face you.

“I’m pretty sure you woke up half the under city.” You sighed plopping down on the sofa in front of her.

“Couldn’t sleep?” You asked looking up at her.

“Mm rough night.” She spoke leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead and turning back to the bag. As you had a slight frown. Sometimes Vi would just get up and go during the night. Saying that she felt like she had been somewhere too long or that thoughts she didn’t want to come back were rearing their ugly head. And you had to accept that sometimes she just had to clear her head without you constantly worrying about her.

You grabbed your knees tucking them to your chest watching her. It seemed like she was working on fast hitting combinations today. You had seen Vi fight in person a couple times now, always seeming to want to impress you. Hell she punched a guy out last week for just staring at you for a little too long. You would be lying to yourself if you said it was not insanely hot. The way all her muscles flexed and how the sweat dripping off them made them look almost fake. Not to mention that serious look on her face she would get. You cleared your throat shaking those thoughts out as you stood up.

“Teach me that combination” you declared.

Vi immediately stopped her swings raising an eyebrow at you.

“You heard me” you said walking closer to her.

“Since when have you wanted anything to do with fighting?” Vi laughed

“I mean with my insanely hot girlfriend getting out of prison who know who might try coming for you. I gotta be able to show them some fear.” You raised your hands in a boxing position doing a little one-two jab move.

Vi laughed even louder making you pout.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry but honey you are probably are the last person I think that could intimidate anyone.” Vi said placing a hand on your fist to lower them.

“So not true! Remember when you broke that new pen I had just gotten the day prior.”

“I didn’t know a pen could ever make someone that scary” Vi shuddered.

“Exactly, now teach me some moves hot stuff” you said raising your fist again. Vi smiled raising her hands open wide and holding them chest level.

“Let’s see what you’ve got. Punch left then right.” She spoke.

You punched left right a few times before Vi spoke up

“I think powder could punch harder than this .” She tried to hide her laugh as you punched a little harder.

“Cmon sweetheart I’m tough I can take it. Vi encouraged you as you swung harder.

She let you continue for a minute until lowering her hands.

“Let’s try this another way” Vi hummed moving behind you.

You jumped a little feeling her hand caress your arm moving it up in a fist.

“Just let me guide you okay?” She smiled

She took both your hands starting to punch the bag in a pattern. You wanted to pay attention truly but feeling all this muscle against you just had you blushing and foggy.

“Helloooo?” Vi laughed lowering your fist.

“What? Sorry did you say something?” you turned to face her.

“I knew you didn’t want to learn how to fight you just wanted to feel me pressed up against you. Vi smirked stepping closer making your back hit the punching bag.

“No!….maybe” you blushed. “I really did mean it I mean I should know some moves so you don’t have to keep fighting everyone who looks at me for ten seconds.”

Vi sighed raising her arm next to your head to pin you against that spot.

“I like fighting to keep you safe. Even if it is just creeps starring at you too long. The only thing that matters is keeping you safe. I’ll deal with all the other consequences later.” She spoke brushing your cheek with her thumb.

“Yeah the consequence that are me having to use copious amounts of alcohol to clean your wounds?” You try and retort.

“What can I say? Maybe I like the pain” she winked. “Now can we just cut the bullshit and admit you didn’t want to learn how to fight you just wanted me to fuck you after you saw me all sweaty.” Vi smirked leaning in to kiss your neck.

“Ah…shit you knew my plan?” You whined going to grab her hair.

“I know you way to well…inside and out.” She kissed your ear before bending down and throwing you over her shoulder.

You laughed at how fast you were in the air and then back against your mattress again. You looked up at Vi biting your lip at how the first bits of sunlight were accenting her every feature. Reminding yourself to save this mental image of her looking down at you telling you to take your shirt off.

“I gotta say if you seeing me all sweaty like this gets this reaction every time I may have to start working out a couple times throughout the day. “ Vi said leaning down kissing down your chest. As you wiggled.

“And these perfect fucking tits.” She groaned massaging them both. “Could spend a whole day on these alone” she sighed licking one nipple long and slow while staring at you with those deep blue eyes causing a higher pitch moan to escape your mouth. You felt her knee between your thighs as you tried to start grinding to get some friction.

“You’re already that needy for me princess? Let me take my time unless you want to beg for it.” She smirked continuing to suck and pull and bite on your nipple endlessly.

“Fuck…” you sighed not wanting to give in so easily. And you were determined you were not because you knew she wanted you just as bad as she wanted you. Until she decided to “accidentally” bump her knee into your clit causing you to gasp.

“Shit! Fuck Violet please” you whimpered trying to gain any friction back.

“Mmm you can to better than that.” She smiled going to leave some more bruises on the other breast.

“Please please fuck me Vi…remind me who’s in charge.” You whispered the last part loud enough for her to hear it. And you knew this would cause a reaction in her…and boy did it. She got up immediately grabbing her bright pink strap on (that you picked out) from the drawer in the nightstand.

“You want me to be in charge huh? Show me how good you can take this dick then okay princess.” She groaned.

“Ass up”

It was embarrassing how fast you flipped around for her but all that mattered was feeling the tip against your achingly empty hole. She pushed in painfully slow making you both moan at the sight for Vi and the feeling for yourself.

“Vi..faster” you whimpered as a hand came down hard on your ass.

“Who’s in charge.” She said slowly pulling out.

“YOU Vi…holy shit you are.” You almost yelled dreading the loss off that feeling.

“Mmm good girl.” Vi smirked pounding into you. She listened to you alright. It was fast. And hard. Barley enough to take in a breath as the messy sounds started to fill the room.

you gripped the sheets biting down to hold in some moans until Vi got a fistful of hair pulling you up. Against her chest.

“Don’t hide those moans from me I want to hear em…” she bit your earlobe. “And feel them..” she said grabbing your neck lightly. You had almost no control over the sounds you were making at that point. Crying out that she was the only one that could fuck you like this , pressure building more and more in your stomach. Until she reached her other hand down to your clit making you come undone in only a few circles. As she slowed her pace making sure you would ride this orgasm out for awhile.

You gasped at the feeling of her pulling out and her arms making sure you turn and lay on ur back again as she laid next to you.

“Wait don’t you want to cum?” You asked with a pout as she pecked your lips.

“Hm I think I might get another workout in firsts. I wonder how many V ups I could do with you sitting on my face.” She winked.

This was going to be a long morning.

[pitviperofdoom]

"Vet AU" as in veterinarian? Definitely curious about that, vets don't get nearly enough love in fiction :) I had never considered that as an AU, but now I'm immediately picturing how it would go!

The Vet AU! Yes, Vet as in Veterinarian.

This one’s a bit scattered, so I’ll just post what I have written and let it speak for itself:

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Martin was in the middle of doing payroll when Sasha poked her head into the office with a polite knock on the doorframe. “Hey Martin, Room 2 is ready for you.”

“Oh! Thanks.” Quickly, Martin finished filling in the last number, then saved the spreadsheet and got up from his chair. At the sight of her, he bit back a chuckle—she had one of the new puppies settled against her shoulder, wiggling and poking around like a furry little worm. “Tim leave you on babysitting duty?”

“Not his fault,” Sasha said with a grin. “He’s dealing with the rottweiler situation in 5. You good?”

“Yeah, fine—remind me who’s waiting for me in 2 again?”

“According to the appointment schedule, you’ll be handling a general check-up for ‘Sticks’,” Sasha replied. “New patient, new owner.”

“Right, right, yeah.”

They usually stuck him with the first-time patients. Not that Tim and Sasha weren’t perfectly friendly and welcoming, but Martin—at least according to them—had very calming manners. He had the appearance of someone pleasant, patient, and according to Sasha, far less likely to go off on people who came in asking to declaw their cats.

“I have gone off on people for asking to declaw their cats,” Martin had said when she told him this.

“Oh, obviously. You just look like someone who wouldn’t, that’s all.”

That was what he got for being the only one with years of retail experience.

As he approached the door to the examination room, he took a few settling breaths. First-time appointments weren’t always a big deal. A majority of the time, they went smoothly; the animals weren’t familiar enough with what went on in a vet office to be nervous about it, and their owners were just as eager to be polite and pleasant as he was. But once in a while…

Well, once in a while you got someone like Peter fucking Lukas—

He shook his head. No, don’t think about Peter Lukas. Peter Lukas wasn’t worth wasting the space in his brain.

Martin settled his face into a resting pleasant expression, and opened the door.

It didn’t take a great deal of self-control not to stop in his tracks, but it did take a little. More than none. It wasn’t anything bad! Nothing against this new pet owner.

Less than nothing, if Martin were privately, sheepishly honest with himself.

The person was standing by the examination table, with a cat-sized pet carrier beside them. They were tall enough for Martin to look them in the eye without tipping his chin down, which put them a cut above most. Their hair was shoulder-length, mostly black with a bit of dark blond creeping in at the roots, framing a jawline and cheekbones so sharply defined that there had to be at least a bit of makeup involved. The snakebite piercing and the bar through the eyebrow really rounded out the whole look, especially with the long black coat, and the tattoos on the hand that rested on top of the box.

Very nice hands, Martin noted, then shrugged off the observation and funneled all his nervous energy into the safety of politeness.

“Good morning,” he said. “I’m Dr. Blackwood.”

They shook the hand he offered. “Gerry. Ke—Delano. Thanks for seeing me.”

“No trouble at all,” Martin replied, nodding toward the pet carrier. “I assume that’s my patient in there?”

“Oh, right, yeah—gimme a second.” Gerry Delano unlocked the carrier, then carefully reached in and lifted its occupant out onto onto the table.

“Oh, aren’t you lovely,” Martin murmured. “This is Sticks?”

“That’s him,” Gerry replied, as the small, fluffy, and perfectly black rabbit stretched forward to give a spot on the table a sniff, then retreated back into a loaf shape. Gerry stroked him gently. “Least I think it’s a him.”

“Well, let’s see, then.” Martin reached out, careful not to spook his new patient, and started examining her. He—yes, he—handled it all about as calmly as a nervous rabbit could. Martin didn’t have to grab a towel, at least, nor did he have a repeat of the time a nervous lop tried to jump off the examination table entirely. Sticks tolerated all the poking, prodding, and manhandling, and only got wriggly once before a quick pause and readjustment calmed him back down.

“So how long have you had him?” Martin asked, once he was done. Sticks immediately fled to the nearest safe haven, which turned out to be his owner’s armpit.

“Less than a week, since Monday,” Gerry replied, petting him as he attempted to burrow deeper into his jacket.

“Well, he’s a touch underweight,” Martin told him. “There’s some information I can give you on rabbit care, if this is your first time owning one. He’s not neutered, is he?”

“Probably not,” Gerry replied, grimacing. “I don’t know much about his history. I took him off an acquaintance who got him as a present and wasn’t doing a very good job of things.”

Martin pulled a face. “Pets make poor presents, yeah. Well, he’s old enough to be fixed, and with history like that he probably hasn’t gotten the shots he needs. After we’re done here, you can talk to Rosie out front, schedule another appointment to get those done. What do you feed him?”

Gerry, as Martin discovered, was an absolutely model rabbit owner. He’d done his homework, read up on how to keep a rabbit happy and healthy, and hadn’t scrimped on expenses. It was no wonder Sticks was happy to hide under his arm for the remainder of the appointment; he had a good home with good food and toys and what sounded like a nice setup, habitat-wise.

“What sort of vegetables are good for him?” they asked at one point. “I’m thinking of growing some. I’ve got the space, but I’ve heard too much causes problems?”

They want to grow vegetables for their pet rabbit, Martin thought, a little dreamily. “Leafy greens are a safe bet,” he replied out loud. “Romaine, parsley, cilantro, kale, that sort of thing. Work them in slowly if he’s not used to them, and he’ll be fine. I can give you a list, if you’d like?”

When the appointment was done, a future one scheduled, and the patient safely back in his carrier, Martin finally let himself ask the question that had been on his mind.

“So, is there a special meaning to ‘Sticks’?” he asked. “Is it short for something, or does he like to play with them, or…?”

“What?” Gerry looked confused for a moment, before the question seemed to click. “Oh, no, not Sticks like—he’s Styx as in the river.”

“Oh! Styx, of course. Sorry, I just—I heard it, but I didn’t see it written down—”

Gerry’s grin was crooked, like they were trying to hold it back but only partially succeeding. “It’s fine. And thanks for everything.”

“Oh, no problem, you’re doing great,” Martin assured him, smiling back. “He’s lucky to have you.”

He was pleasantly baffled when a bit of color crept into Gerry’s face. “Right, well, who can resist a bunny.”

“You’d be surprised,” Martin said as he showed him out of the room. “If I get one more new rabbit owner telling me about their lovely outdoor hutch—”

Gerry looked scandalized at the thought as he left, which was another point in his favor.

“What’s that look for?” Tim asked as Martin passed him on the way back to the office. “Oh dear. Don’t tell me Jon has competition again?”

“Oh my God, Tim, give that a rest. There was never any competition!”

“Yeah, Tim, keep it straight, will you?” Sasha called out from the temporary puppy pen. “Oliver wasn’t competition. Martin was jealous of him, remember?”

“Nothing straight about it,” Tim shot back.

“I have payroll to do,” Martin reminded them primly. “You trust me with our finances and then you treat me like this. How dare you. I’m defrauding both of you, see if I don’t.”

***

It wasn’t that Martin fell in love easily, per se. It was just that he had a very specific set of standards when it came to who he found attractive, and in his line of work he always ran into people who either met every single one of them, or disappointed him in every possible way.

When he stepped into examination room 4 and found Jon Sims trying to herd three kittens away from the edge of the examination table at once, he kept his deep sigh on the inside. Jon was batting a thousand, and he’d been coming around long enough for everyone in the clinic to know about it.

“Hello again, Jon,” Martin said, doing a wretched job of hiding his smile.

Jon looked up with a helpless expression. “It’s kitten season,” he said, and Martin poured all his sympathies into a more situation-appropriate sigh.

“It’s kitten season,” Martin agreed. “So, where did these little ones come from?”

“These came from the colony in Battersea,” he replied. “Well, sort of. The mother already has an owner, and said owner keeps letting her out every day, even though I’ve told her time and again there’s that unfixed tom I’ve never been able to catch—and that’s just the one I know of—”

Martin scowled as he examined one of the squirming kittens. Much easier to manhandle than rabbits, he thought, apropos of nothing. “Better than being born on the street, I suppose.”

“Small mercies,” Jon agreed. “Anyway, when the kittens were born she told me either I could take them or she was going to take them to the park and give them out for free, which really isn’t a choice at all. Poor things.” The ginger kitten in his hands squealed until he settled it more comfortably against his shoulder, where it calmed down and immediately tried to eat his hair.

“Gonna find a foster for them, then?” Martin asked.

“I don’t have much of a choice,” Jon sighed. “I’d do it myself, but—you know how Duchess is.”

“Yes. How is Duchess, by the way?”

“Cantankerous as ever. You don’t happen to have room, do you?”

“Room, yes. Time…” The black kitten was finished with her exam, and protested when she was put back in the carrier. “Did Sasha tell you about the puppies?”

“I haven’t seen Sasha today,” Jon replied, handing over the ginger kitten when Martin reached for it. “What puppies?”

“Rosie came in early this morning,” Martin informed him, wincing when the kitten bit hard on his thumb. “There was a box waiting by the door, with four puppies inside. No note or anything. So, that’s been fun.”

“I can imagine,” Jon said distastefully. “Are you serious? Someone just left a box of puppies on the doorstep? Like foundlings in a Dickens novel?”

Martin snorted before he could think better of it, startling the kitten into biting him again. Jon was the only person he’d ever met who would use a word like foundlings. “More or less. They are cute, though. Tim says his brother might be interested in taking one, and Sasha says she’s got friends who volunteer at a dog rescue. Retrievers usually aren’t too hard to adopt out.”

“Well, good luck to you. I suppose the season’s hard on everyone.”

The three kittens were in good health, which Martin was more or less expecting. Kittens tended to have a better chance when born in a home than out in the street—even in a less than responsible home. Between the two of them, Martin and Jon got them back into the battered old carrier, where they went back to wrestling each other in the blankets. Jon reached in to tickle one between the ears and got nipped for his troubles, but it only made him smile.

“Well, anyway,” Martin went on, realizing that he’d been staring long enough for it to be rude. “I don’t think you need any follow-up care instructions?”

Jon laughed quietly before closing the carrier. “No, I think I’m alright. Thank you, Martin.”

“It’s not problem. Always a pleasure.” Martin beamed. “Good luck on finding them a foster. And—catching that tom.”

“One of these days, I swear.”

Martin showed him back out to the front. Not necessary, considering how often Jon walked that hallway. But it felt nice to walk beside him, talking shop or chatting about nothing, all to the background tune of healthy, vocal kittens.

After waving Jon off, he turned back to find Sasha watching him from behind the front desk, chin in hand, the very picture of unimpressed.

“What,” said Martin.

“He’s been coming in for months,” she said, raising an eyebrow at him. “Are you going to make a move or not?”

“No I’m not going to—Sasha, he’s a client.”

“So? It’s not like you’re his doctor. There’s no conflict of interest or weird power dynamic when your role in his life is taking care of animals he brings in.” Sasha sat back, letting the swivel chair roll backward. “You’re already chatting like old friends every time you see him.”

“I know, I know, it’s just—it’s weird?” Martin shrugged helplessly. “We only ever meet during business hours, so it’s like—how much of our, our, our friendliness is just a working relationship?”

“Easy fix!” Sasha spread her hands wide. “The man works at a cat rescue! You can just swing by and say hello anytime!”

“He works there part-time, and I don’t know what hours! Not like I can just stand outside and case the place until I see him.”

At that moment, the door to the back swung open, and Tim poked his head out. “Could I get some help? Bailey’s giving me some trouble and I need an extra set of hands.”

“Be right there,” Martin replied. To Sasha, he said, “Look, I’m fine. It’s not a big deal, we’re just two people who keep meeting in very specific circumstances. And that’s all it needs to be.”

Sasha sighed. “I just think you’re making this out to be more complicated than it needs to be.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Martin muttered, and followed Tim into the back.

[radiorenjun]

 I Don't Need It

• Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader

• Genre: Angst, Comedy, Fluff

• Na Jaemin despised the idea of soulmates, he wanted to fight against fate for choosing his soulmate for him. Even if it means his stubborn childhood best friend wouldn’t stop trying to make him accept about the similar tattoos on their wrists.

• Warnings: mental breakdowns, heartbreak, rejection, major angst, arguments, flashbacks, physical injuries, fighting, underaged drinking, panic attacks, mentions of death, slight mentions of druGS? I swear this series is getting closer to an end oml

• Wordcount : 8.4k

• Masterlist here!

• Chapters: XIV, XV

Jaemin scanned the empty science lab, his hand on the doorway as he poked his head into the room like a small bunny peeking into the bushes. His eyes lit up when he found your distressed figure sitting on your assigned table, brows furrowed and tongue sticking out slightly in concentration as you flipped through the pages of your book with one hand and writing on a piece of paper in the other.

He chuckled, realising that you had forgotten to do your homework again and had decided to finish it fifteen minutes before the bell rings. ‘Typical,’ he thought fondly, taking a small step into the lab to lean his body against the doorway, tucking his hands into his jacket pockets as he continued to gaze longingly at you.

‘I never realised how adorable she looks whenever she’s focused like this,’ Jaemin couldn’t stop the giddy smile slowly stretching across his lips as he examined your state. You were in like your own personal bubble, one that only Jaemin, at that moment, could see. You were so close to him, but not close enough for his heart to reach.

Feeling someone’s gaze on you, you stopped writing and looked up to see the familiar brown haired boy staring shamelessly at you. You didn’t know if he was shocked to see you look up at him, but if he was, he was definitely good at hiding it. “Why are you standing there and staring at me like a creep?” you asked with an exhausted sigh, straightening your back in your chair before going back to writing without another glance.

“You’re the only one in this room,” Jaemin replied shortly, his expression remaining unfazed by the fact that you had caught him staring. Though the way his heart skipped a beat told him otherwise. “That still doesn’t give you a reason to stare at me like some kind of stalker,” you mumbled back monotonously, flipping a page from your textbook and sparing a small glance at the boy standing a few feet away from you.

“It’s a free country, y/n. I’m just looking at you,” he shrugged, standing up straight to walk closer to you, stopping right in front of your desk to look down at your paper. “Well, do you mind? It’s really distracting,” you leaned your head against your palm, rubbing your temples with your fingers as you tried to concentrate on finishing what’s left of your essay paper.

He ignored your previous statement and leaned over to see that it was the essay assigned last week, his brows raising in amusement as he chuckled softly. “You always forget to do your homework,” he stated with a soft, almost inaudible tone. You took a silent breath, unconsciously gripping your pen tighter as you wrote. “Yeah, nothing much has changed, really,” you responded with a small shrug.

Jaemin stood there, silently watching you jot down the lines you highlighted in your textbook on the piece of paper in the empty lab room. The atmosphere was tense, but yet again, it was almost comforting. You two didn’t know what to say to ease the tension but you both knew that you felt comfort in each other’s presence. And that was alright for you.

But you both couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity at that moment. The feeling of Jaemin looking down at you curiously giving the both of you some sort of deja vu. 

  “Y/n!” Jaemin exclaimed, running up to you from across the classroom with a bright smile stretched across his face. “My mom gave me some lunch money. Accompany me to the cafeteria!” he whined, stopping right in front of your desk, plopping his hands on the wooden surface harshly, startling you in the process as you let out a loud yelp.

“Jaemin! You startled me!” you complained, hitting your best friend’s shoulder playfully. Jaemin laughed, whacking your hands away from his arm before grabbing your hand gingerly, bouncing excitedly in his stance. “Come on! I really want to get those mozzarella sticks before they run out!” he whined, attempting to pull you away from your seat but you held him back.

“No! Why do you need me to come with you,” you whined, letting him continue to tug your wrist playfully as you hold your ground. “I need moral support!” he whined, mimicking your childish tone as he continued to pull you out of your seat. “But I don’t want to go,” you replied, dragging out the vowels at the end of your sentence. 

“But why?” Jaemin stretched out the ‘y’ as he stopped pulling you, keeping your hand in his as he pouted at you, giving you his signature puppy dog eyes that almost made you give in. “Nope! Not this time! I’m not going to fall for it!” you quickly tugged your hand out of his to cover your eyes and bury them in your arms as you leaned your body against the table to hide your face from his.

“Oh come on, y/n. Please?” 

You couldn’t see him, but you knew that he had moved to stand right in front of you, fingers intertwined together and puppy dog eyes ready to bore into yours in case you raised your head up. “No! You can go by yourself!” you shook your head against your arms, laughing at how ridiculous the two of you were acting at the absurd situation.

“Please? I’ll even share my mozzarella sticks with you, pinky promise!” Jaemin pleaded with a hopeful tone.

Truthfully, ever since your teacher had decided to separate the two of you and placed Jaemin in the seat across the room. He started using recess as a way to make up for the time you spent in class giving silly looks at each other in between lectures. In conclusion, he just really wanted to spend more time with his best friend.

“No!” you huffed, burying your face deeper into your arms before hearing a small groan from your best friend. “You’re 11 Jaemin! You can go to the canteen yourself!” you told him, rolling your eyes at his childishness. “I know, but it isn’t the same if I go down the cafeteria without you,” you felt a hand on your shoulder, shaking you gently as he nagged once again.

“Come on! You’re not even doing anything in the classroom,” he whined, making you look up at him with a deep frown of your own, bottom lip jutting out as you mirrored his expression. “You don’t even know what I’m doing,” you stuck your tongue out at him, crossing your arms on the table and laying your chin on it before averting your eyes away from his. 

“Oh really? What are you doing then?” he asked in a sassy tone, crossing his arms against his chest. “I’m not telling you,” you blew a raspberry at him, giggling afterwards as he gasped dramatically, his face contorted into an offended expression. “Why not?” he frowned, giving you a deep pout as he crossed his arms against his chest.

“Because I said so!” you grinned mischievously, watching as your best friend continued to nag at you, shaking your shoulders aggressively. “Fine! I’ll tell you,” you groaned in defeat, pushing his hands away from you with a small huff. You pulled away to sit up straight in your chair, revealing that you were hiding a small pile of papers filled with your messy doodles and handwriting.

“I’m making letters for everyone!” you beamed, showing him the letters you have written so far. Jaemin picked up one of the papers, his pupils dilating when he saw that you have written letters for your family and relatives. “I want to finish them today while I still have the energy,” you explained, gesturing at the colourful markers and pens scattered on your desk.

“You didn’t write a letter for me?” Jaemin frowned jokingly, putting the paper down on your desk. You frowned, remembering that you haven’t written a letter for your best friend yet. You thought about it for a moment, scanning your desk before your eyes lit up as an idea popped into your head. Noticing the way your facial expressions change, Jaemin was about to clarify how he was joking but he quickly shut his mouth when he saw you reaching over to your pens.

You grabbed a bright yellow sticky note and began scribbling and writing with the colorful markers around you. Jaemin hovered over your figure, trying to take a look at whatever you were doing. Unfortunately for him, he couldn’t see anything you were doing with the way your body basically covered his sight of the small paper. You were too busy with decorating your sticky note to notice how Jaemin had scooted closer to you to try to take a small peak.

“And done!” you exclaimed, sitting up quickly, startling Jaemin. His breath hitched, realising that if it weren’t for his reflexes, the back of your head would’ve knocked against his chin. “What do you mean ‘done’?” he asked, furrowing his brows in confusion as you quickly peeled the sticky note off of the pack and sticking it to his forehead eagerly.

He flinched at the sudden contact, wincing slightly when he felt your palm make contact with his forehead. “There! I wrote you a letter!” you stood up, putting your hands on your hips as you looked back at him with a proud expression on your face. “What did you just make me?” he asked, pulling the sticky note off of his forehead, cringing slightly when he felt strands of his hair sticking to it.

“A letter, just like what you wanted, right?” you giggled as Jaemin examined the yellow paper. There were small random doodles of weird symbols and smiley faces all over the paper, letters written in different coloured markers in the middle of the paper. “To my Jaemin, thank you for being the best friend I never asked for but always needed! Please continue to feed me and be my friend until we grow grey, old and wrinkly.” was written in your typical messy handwriting.

“’Please continue to feed me’, I knew you were friends with me for my food!” he pointed a finger at you with a wide smile across his face. Despite the fact that he kept accusing you for being friends with him because he always shares his food with you, deep down, you both knew he loved the little letter you wrote for him in a span of three minutes. And he was more than happy to stick by your side until the end.

“Are you just going to keep standing there like a creep until the teacher comes?” Jaemin snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of Jeno’s voice nearby. He blinked, standing up straight when he realised that Jeno had taken the empty seat beside you, looking at him with a raised brow as you finally finished your homework with a click of your tongue.

“What?” Jaemin blurted out, his gaze averted from Jeno’s deadpan expression to your unfazed one as you stood up abruptly, ignoring the two boys to walk up to the teacher’s desk at the front of the class. “You’re really trying hard to get her back, huh?” Jeno asked with a soft hum, leaning his cheek against his palm with a heavy sigh. “I’m not getting her back, I never even had her in the first place,” the words felt bitter in Jaemin’s mouth. But he knew it was the truth.

“She’s really ignoring your presence, huh?” Jeno hummed, fidgeting with his phone. “I don’t blame her, really. I was kind of being inconsiderate when she kept saying no to me,” Jaemin bit his lip, feeling his heart sink to his stomach as he recalls how uncomfortable you looked whenever he tried to desperately talk to you or ask you to start over. “Everyone has their own limits. I don’t blame her for acting like this.”

“So what? You’re just going to lay around, stare at her like a creep without making a move?” Jeno asked, looking up at his best friend. Jaemin’s tired eyes never left your figure as you began talking to one of your classmates, slipping his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he let out a longing sigh. “She needs a little more space, I don’t want to fuck things up even more than I already have. I’ll just make small moves. I don’t want to force her,” he explained rather hesitantly.

“I don’t want to overwhelm her like I did back then. Especially after the party,” Jaemin licked his slightly chapped lips when his mind wandered to the kiss you two shared at the party, his heart racing at the memory. “I just want her to stop hurting because of me,” he confessed with a sigh, looking down at the floor with an almost hopeless expression. 

“Haechan really did slap some sense into you, huh?” Jeno chuckled, his expression softened when he realised how Jaemin was acting slightly more mature than he was before the party. “No shit, he almost punched me on the face,” Jaemin let out a small laugh, shaking his head profusely as he recalled the second time Donghyuck made him get his shit together.

After Renjun had left, Donghyuck walked in to scold the hell out of the younger boy. Donghyuck almost punched Jaemin across the face when he heard that y/n was in another room with her mind jumbled up, he scolded Jaemin for moving too quickly. “Get your shit together, Na Jaemin. Don’t you get it? She’s never going to stop hurting if you keep pushing yourself back in her life with no warning!” never left Jaemin’s mind.

“All you’ve done is complain and whine and drag yourself in situations that you’re both not comfortable in. What the fuck? You keep saying you want to ‘make things right’ but all you’ve done so far is make her uncomfortable. You’re pushing each other away even more, you dumbass. Stop whining and complaining about it and actually do something right for once, Na Jaemin!”

“She didn’t give up on me until I snapped. I’m not giving up on her until she snaps either,” Jaemin shrugged, glancing up at the clock to see that he should be heading to his own class right now. Jeno furrowed his brows in concern, “and if she does?” he asked quietly, taking a quick glance at you before turning back to his best friend.

Jaemin sighed, shrugging in defeat. “Then I’ll finally get a taste of my own medicine.”

“Hey, someone just placed a rock on your desk.” 

“Wait what?” you furrowed your brows, turning your head to see that one of your classmates had come up to you, pointing at your desk casually. “Someone just came in and dropped off a rock on your desk,” your classmate repeated with a small laugh, an amused expression taking over their features as you became even more confused.

“A rock?” you furrowed your brows, a feeling of deja vu overcoming you at the mere mention of it.

“A rock? Are you kidding me?” Yeeun, the girl you were talking to, spoke incredulously, crossing her arms against her chest. “What the fuck? That’s so random,” she laughed, turning to see your baffled expression. You turned to her with a speechless expression before walking over to your own desk with your friends following right behind you.

“Listen, if you don’t believe me just go ahead and see for yourself,” your classmate rolled her eyes at Yeeun, pointing at the small object on your desk right in between the messy area of your books and pens. “This looks like some weird omen, you know. Like those weird horror movie get ups,” your classmate commented with a light chuckle. 

“Wait, you were actually serious?” she exclaimed with a laugh, looking at your classmate who shrugged simply. You stared at the stone sitting innocently on your desk, taking a step closer to pick it up in one of your hands. “It appears they drew something on it,” your friend pointed out, tapping her finger on the underside of the rock 

Your eyebrows raised slightly, flipping the rock around to see that the person who gave you the rock had drawn small hearts with different colored sharpies. There was a yellow small smiley face in the middle, the little smile on the drawing was sending sparks into your heart when you realised there was no one else in the world who would even think of giving you a random rock unless it was Na Jaemin himself.

‘Copycat’, you thought to yourself with a small chuckle, feeling your heart jump at the small gift. You turned to your friend, attempting to hide how flustered you were feeling with a casual expression. “Did you see who came in and placed this here?” you asked, bouncing the rock in your hands casually as if you hadn’t already known who had given you the rock in question. 

“Unfortunately, no. I did catch a mop of brown hair running out of the classroom, though,” your classmate grinned, wiggling her eyebrows at you teasingly. “I’m assuming the tables have turned with Mister Hard-To-Get, huh?” Yeeun teased, nudging your side with her elbow, giggling along with your friend. You almost broke into a smile at the mere mention of the boy. But the empty feeling in your heart wasn’t having it.

“Look at you, being pined over by your long term crush slash childhood best friend. I would celebrate if I were you. Hell, it’s also the team captain himself! I’d be over the moon if I were you,” Yeeun gushed, looking at your classmate who nodded eagerly in agreement. “He totally likes you back now. No guaranteed, you’re out of the friendzone now, I’m so happy for you!”

You frowned, sighing as you shake your head. “I don’t think so. Plus, you know very well I’m over it,” you sighed, pulling your bag from your chair and tucking the rock in one of the open pockets. “I know, I know. But shouldn’t you be happy? You’ve been pining him since high school started and you were whipped as fuck. Now that you finally have him chasing your tail, shouldn’t you be over the moon?” your classmate asked curiously, furrowing her brows.

“You’re not wrong. I mean, come on, y/n! Maybe Jaemin actually changed his mind about the stupid ‘going against fate’ bullshit. You should definitely give him a chance! You’ve been giving him a taste of his own medicine but don’t you think you two should stop pushing and pulling each other away and finally be the power couple I always imagined you to be?” Yeeun whined, nodding along with your classmate who gave you an affirming smile.

Yeeun was always one of those students who found the whole drama between you and Jaemin entertaining. She was rooting for the two of you to be together. She believed that you two were perfect for each other and you two just needed to talk things out. Yeeun always loved seeing you being so whipped for your soulmate that she, like many others, failed to see that it was also hurting the both of you.

“This isn’t some weird k-drama, Yeeun,” you chuckled, shaking your head as you stood up straight, looking straight at your friends with a gloomy smile across your face. “Plus, I kind of need a break from simping on him. I’ve been a devoted simp for two whole years, it’s time for me to stop. God, I must have been so annoying. Honestly, if I were Jaemin, I would’ve removed my tattoo in a heartbeat,” you laughed lightly, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly as you zipped up your bag.

You noticed the smiles on your friends’ faces have faltered at your words, making you realise that you spoke a little too much. Coughing to clear up the tension, you let out a small laugh. “Sorry, what am I even saying?” you chuckled to yourself in disbelief, rubbing your face in frustration as you let out a tired sigh. “Are you okay, y/n?” Yeeun asked, genuine concern spreading over her features.

You hummed, nodding before giving her a tight-lipped smile. “I’m fine. I guess I’m just really tired, right now,” you lied, giving them a small thumbs up. “I’ll go wash up, excuse me,” you gave them a small nod, looking at the concerned expressions on their faces as you attempt to give them what seems to be a smile before walking out of the classroom.

Tired, huh?

Occasionally, Jeno would invite Jaemin out to go cycling around on Saturday mornings to get his mind off of things or to simply hang out. And today, Jaemin couldn’t be more grateful to his best friend for forcing him to go out instead of staying all cooped up in his room playing overwatch with Donghyuck all day.

“Wait, I ran out of water,” Jaemin informed, showing Jeno his empty water bottle before putting it back in his bag. “Oh,  there’s a small convenience store. You can buy something there. Did you forget to bring your wallet again?” Jeno asked, pointing at the small store a few buildings away from them. “Shut up, I don’t always forget to bring my wallet,” Jaemin chuckled, leaning his bike against the pole near them as he wiped the sweat off of his brows.

“Sure, buddy. Go get your water so we can get going. My mom’s making her special stew tonight,” Jeno shoved Jaemin playfully with a laugh, rolling his eyes at his best friend. “Okay, okay. You want anything?” Jaemin asked, waving his wallet in the air with a wide grin. Jeno shook his head, waving his hand at the younger boy. “You’re broke enough, I’m not going to make you even more poor than you already are,” he joked, earning a pout from Jaemin.

He huffed before jogging off to the convenience store, telling Jeno to watch his bike while he’s gone, missing the small thumbs up the black haired boy gave him in return. 

Jaemin pushed open the door, giving the cashier a small smile and an awkward nod before walking down the aisle to find himself a drink. Scanning his eyes through the aisle, he spotted a familiar figure at the corner of his eyes as he walked past the snack aisle at the corner of his eye. Eyes widening when he realised that it was you in your sleep deprived glory.

You were wearing one of the hoodies he had gifted you for your 16th birthday, your eyes were half-lidded as if you were on the brink of falling asleep on the spot. A hand rubbing one of your eyes as the other holds on to the large packet of flaming hot cheetos against your chest. Jaemin felt his throat getting dry at the sight of you, his heartbeat beginning to pick up its pace as he felt the urge to come up and talk to you.

He gulped, standing in the middle of the aisle in complete shock as his mind tried to decipher that you were here. Alone. With him. Why were you here so early in the morning? Usually you would be asleep in bed until noon or until he would stop by at your house to wake you up. A frown appeared on his lips when he realised that he hasn’t actually stopped by at your house willingly in so long. 

He always dropped you off in front of your porch but whenever your mother offered him to come in for lunch or dinner, he would often politely decline and make up some random excuse on the spot to prevent spending any more time with you. Jaemin realised the only time he actually came to your house was for your family’s monthly dinners or group projects.

‘Wow, I was that much of a jerk?’ he thought to himself bitterly, feeling guilt and regret ball up in his chest. 

He turns his head up to look at you, his heartbeat picking up its pace when he saw how content and relaxed you look. He realised he never actually took the time to admire you, even in your most comfortable state. He should know, especially how the two of you have known each other since you were still toddlers.

‘Should I go up to her?’ he pondered.

‘It wouldn’t hurt to try to talk to her, right?’ he looked down at his watch, eyeing the time displayed on it before looking out the window, spotting Jeno scrolling through his phone right across the street from the store as he waited for him. ‘A small conversation wouldn’t hurt, right?’ he sighed before looking up back at your figure standing a few meters away from him. 

He watched you walk to the ice cream bar without a care in the world, opening the lid silently as you scanned the cold machine. Biting his lip nervously, he picked a random water bottle from the aisle before slowly coming up to you. Swallowing down his nerves, he cleared his throat before letting out a small “y/n?”

You turned, eyes widening in surprise at his unexpected figure standing before you. “Jaemin,” you didn’t even realise the words left your mouth until he shot you an endearing smile. “Hi, I didn’t expect to see you here,” you let out a puff of breath you didn’t even know you were holding. “Hey, what are you doing here so early on a Saturday?” Jaemin asked, putting his hands behind his back, his hand wrapping around his wrist as he leaned towards you slightly.

“I just wanted some snacks,” you replied in a quiet tone, your voice hoarse as if you had just woken up from your sleep. You gestured to the bag of chips in your arms, making Jaemin nod, his mouth forming a small ‘o’ in response. You bit your lip, “what about you?” you asked rather hesitantly.

You both knew the answer to this, considering how Jaemin always rants to you about the silly things he and Jeno would do every Saturday on their morning cycles together back when you were still on speaking terms. But you couldn’t take the awkward silence settling in between you if you didn’t try to keep the conversation going.

“I was just cycling with Jeno and ran out of water, ” Jaemin shrugged, standing up straight as he cocked his head at the direction of one of the windows, causing you to turn your head to see your friend standing not far from the store, standing beside two bicycles while fidgeting with his phone. “Oh, I guess you two are still going on your Saturday morning dates,” you chuckled, rubbing your left eye with one of your palms. 

“You really need to stop calling them dates,” he frowned, jutting out his bottom lip slightly at your words. “I mean, I’m not exactly wrong, aren’t I?” you snickered, feeling your body ease up with how smooth the conversation was going, the awkward tension decreasing with every passing second as you scanned through the row of ice cream tubs and popsicles. 

“I’m actually surprised to see you awake at this hour, you’re usually asleep until noon,” he commented, taking a step forward to look through the ice cream bar with you. “What are you talking about? I’ve always been awake at this hour, though,” you raised your brow at him, pulling out a raspberry flavored popsicle, inspecting it before putting it back down, running your hands through the plastic wrappers.

“Really? That’s a surprise,” Jaemin’s eyebrows shot up. Back when the two of you were still in good terms, Jaemin would often call you before 11 AM just in case you had something to do or somewhere to go to ever since you were 15. “Yeah, I figured I can just do a lot of things if I wake up earlier than planned,” you shrugged. 

“Wow, getting up early at your own will? It’s good to hear that you’re using your time more productively,” Jaemin exclaimed with a smile of disbelief. You bit your lip, nodding in response. “I guess so,” you mumbled back with a small shrug. Truth be told, back when you were still devoted on pursuing Jaemin, you never woke up early despite being told off by your parents multiple times. You just wanted to wake up to the sound of his voice every morning to start your day off as happy as you can be.

At times like this, you wished that he didn’t stop giving you morning calls. Come to think of it, when did he stop calling you every morning? When did you grow used to his absence even when he was just right there in front of you?

Noticing how silent you got, Jaemin took it upon himself to change the topic, his eyes scanning the room before landing on a watermelon flavored popsicle. “Hey, remember when we used to eat these as a kid?” Jaemin asked with an enthusiastic smile, a hopeful glint sparkling in his eyes as he raised the popsicle up at you, hitting you with a wind of nostalgia.

“Oh yeah, you used to ask your mom to buy you the whole stock back then,” you chuckled, grabbing a popsicle of the same brand that was supposed to be Melon flavored. “This really brings me back,” you smiled, turning to Jaemin who gave you a boyish smile. Oh how the littlest things can bring back such unpleasant memories. 

 “Nana!” you exclaimed, waddling over to the football court once you saw Jaemin walk out of after school practice. As usual, you were waiting for Jaemin to get out of practice so he can drive the both of you home. And being the considerate person that you ironically are, you decided to buy popsicles from the market nearby your school for your friends (mainly Jaemin but you felt bad midway for not buying them so you came back and bought your friend some too).

Jaemin turned to you with a heavy sigh, wiping the sweat off of his hair with a damp towel as he and his friends watched you come up to them with a large plastic bag in your hands. “Hey guys,” you greeted with a small smile, earning small waves and hey’s in return. “So I bought some popsicles for you guys while you were in practice,” you opened the plastic bag in front of them, watching as their exhausted expression morphed into an excited one in an instant.

“Dude, you really didn’t have to,” Jeno said as he watched Haechan, Chenle and Jisung dig their hands into the bag you were holding. “Don’t tell her that! If you say that she won’t buy us food again next time,” Haechan hissed, smacking his friend on the arm as he handed Jeno a popsicle of his own. “Haechan!” Jaemin barked, giving the older boy a death glare.

“He’s not wrong though, ‘Nana’,” Chenle snickered, mocking the sweet tone you used when calling out his name, patting the boy’s back to ease him up. “I don’t mind being broke. My wallet loves treating you guys,” you waved it off with a soft laugh, waving your bag in front of Jaemin, gesturing for him to grab one of the two remaining popsicles left in the plastic bag. 

Jaemin gave you a pointed look, raising his brow as if he wanted to tell you off. Giving him an innocent smile you waved the bag in front of him. “Come on, it’s gonna melt, you know.” Jaemin’s eyes were filled with exhaustion and the slightest bit of annoyance, but nonetheless, it never failed to send small needles into your heart.  

“You really should stop wasting your time and money on these things,” Jaemin sighed, shoving his hand in the bag and pulling out a watermelon flavored popsicle. “I like hurting my wallet. Plus, you guys looked like you needed something refreshing. I’m just doing you guys a favor,” you giggled, pulling out the last popsicle in the bag and throwing the bag in a nearby trash can.

“Bless your kind soul, y/n,” Jisung groaned, putting his hands together as if he was praying. “She’s a keeper, Jaemin. You sure you ain’t gonna drop the whole ‘I hate soulmates’ bull crap?” Haechan asked, nudging Jaemin’s sides as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively with a bite of his popsicle. “Coming from the guy who bites his popsicles, I think you should keep your opinions to yourself,” Jaemin snapped back, ripping the wrapper open with an annoyed roll of his eyes. 

You kissed your teeth, feeling your heart ache in your chest at his cold tone. Shaking the disappointment out of your head, you gave them a lighthearted laugh, waving it off before tearing off the wrapper of your own popsicle. “Leave him alone, he’s going to change his mind sooner or later,” you mused, earning a soft scoff from Jaemin beside you. 

“How endearing. Can’t wait to rub it in your face when that happens, Jaemin,” Chenle grinned, giggling at how the older boy’s frown grew deeper with every word. “Y/n, let’s just go home,” Jaemin sighed, tightening his grip on the saddle of his bag as he attempts to suppress his annoyance. “See you guys tomorrow,” Jaemin turned away from you and his friends, waving at them. 

“Wait for me!” you exclaimed, pulling the strap of your bag closer to you as you ran after him. 

“Look they’re even having the same flavored popsicle. Isn’t that cute? Couple goals,” Haechan snickered, pointing at how the two of you were having the same watermelon flavored popsicles. You looked down at the icy dessert in your hand, you didn’t even realise that you had the same flavor as him. You couldn’t help but let out a small ‘oh’ in response. 

“Hey look Jaemin, we actually-” 

You looked up and paused midway from finishing your sentence when you saw Jaemin walk towards the trash can with his melting popsicle (which he barely touched) and dumped it in with no hesitation. His expression is stone cold and void of emotion. “Y/n, let’s just go,” you could hear the way he gritted his teeth through his words, causing your heart to drop to your stomach. Your friends didn’t dare to comment anything else about you and Jaemin.

For the way you were trailing after him like a kicked puppy had caused them to wish that they actually kept their mouths shut. 

“Y/n?”

“Oh, yeah?” you snapped out of your thoughts with a small hum, turning to look at Jaemin who was giving you a concerned expression. “Are you okay?” he asked rather hesitantly, noticing how the comforting glint in your eyes vanished the moment you snapped out of your thoughts and averted your gaze back onto his face. You opened your mouth to say something but quickly closed it when you felt your mouth getting dry.

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine.” you nodded, averting your eyes down at the ice cream bar, dropping the popsicle back into the machine and closing it. “I’m going to go now. My mom’s going to start wondering what’s taking me so long,” you lied, avoiding eye contact as you gave him a small smile. “I’ll see you at school, Jaemin,” you dart your eyes to his for a brief second before looking away and walking hastily to the cashier.

Jaemin watched you disappear around the aisle with a disappointed expression on his face, a lonely feeling balling up inside him when he realised you must’ve remembered something he did in the past to make you go so abruptly. He missed you. So much. So damn much.

He longs to talk to you again. He longs to spend more time with you without having any awkward tension like the old days. He wants to talk to you about his favorite video games and hear you rant about the shitty things a certain character did in the movie you recently watched. But he couldn’t.

And now he finally understands how you felt throughout all these years. And the only thing he could do was to keep going, he knew that if he stopped, he didn’t know what else to do with himself.

Jaemin was getting tired. Your high school graduation was less than 7 months away and so far, he has not made any progress in getting closer to you. Unless you count the awkward small talks the two of you had made the past few weeks, but asides from that, there wasn’t any improvement in your relationship it was almost laughable. 

He didn’t know how you managed to be so patient with him when he was going crazy with every single day, but yet again, the thought of it made you appear even more admirable. He found himself longing for your presence even more. Hell, he even missed the little things you do when you’re around him. 

The way your smile glowed up the entire room whenever you see him, the way your voice was filled with adoration whenever you call out his name, the way you would come up to him with arms wide for a big hug (even though he had never reciprocated your affections back then) whenever he was in the room. 

He missed that. And his heart ached at the fact that he took your affections and kindness for granted. All he wanted to do was to talk things out. And he was going to talk it out whether you want to or not. You needed closure. You both knew that. And he was done avoiding it. 

You were in the library doing your assignments, your brows furrowed in concentration, your tongue sticking out slightly at the left corner of your lips, your head leaning to the side slightly. Jaemin almost felt guilty for planning on disturbing you while you were in your protective little bubble, but there was something drawing him to you with every passing second. 

Taking a deep breath, he eased up his muscles before gathering his courage to finally walk up to you. The atmosphere getting heavy with every step he took, and it felt like gravity was pulling him down as his his anxiety spiked up with every ‘tick tock’ the wall clock makes. Suppressing the urge to gulp down. 

“Hey.” 

You froze, your hand pausing from writing as you slowly looked up at him, internally wishing that it wasn’t who you think it was. “Hi,” you breathed out, your eyes fixating on each others as you recognize the familiar sad glint in his eyes. You knew that whatever he was going to do wasn’t going to be good, not with that hopeless look in his eyes. 

“Can we talk now, please? About us?” he bit his lip, his voice going quiet despite the fact that you were the only ones in the library at that moment. There was a pregnant pause between you as you took in his words, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to come up with a reason to leave. But alas, the half written paper on the table between you and Jaemin was enough for you to realise that there was no escaping in this. 

You didn’t know what else to say other than the small “now?” you squeaked out. Jaemin gave you a determined (but also adorable) nod, gripping the saddle of his bag tighter against him. “I’m done avoiding the topic. We kept avoiding this talk for the longest time, so let’s just talk this out casually,” he took in a deep breath nervously, watching your expression closely. 

You looked down at your paper, biting your lip before kissing your teeth, flipping the pen in your hold so you can click the tip to distract your nerves. “Why do we need to talk about it though?” you muttered under your breath, feeling his eyes boring holes into your skull. His pupils dilate at this. “Y/n, we can’t keep pulling and pushing each other away. We’re graduating soon, we need to talk about it eventually,” Jaemin sighed.

He felt his heartbeat increase with every word that spilled from his mouth. He was getting all worked up as he watched your expression grew dim at the mention of talking about you. Why were you so eager to avoid the topic at all costs? Why won’t you try to give him a chance? Why won’t you give this a chance? Why don’t you want to try to fix this? Jaemin was confused. Confused with his feelings and confused about your situation. 

“What if I don’t want to talk about it?” you tightened your grip on your pen, your eyes gazing down at the carpet floor. “I really don’t want to talk about this, Jaemin,” you closed your eyes for a small month, taking in a shuddering breath as you sense the atmosphere getting thicker between you. “But I do. Please, I just want to talk about what’s going to happen to us,” Jaemin bit his lip, his eyes desperate for yours to look back up.

“Jaemin. I’m telling you in the friendliest way possible, I really don’t want to talk about this. Please respect that,” you sucked in your lips nervously, tapping your pen against the paper hastily. Jaemin was starting to get frustrated, “what’s the harm in talking like two civilized human beings?” he unintentionally snapped at you, his sharp tone causing your eyes to shot up at his face in surprise.

You furrowed your brows at how he’s getting so riled up about something this simple. But then again, how do you explain to your soulmate that you don’t want to try and fight for a relationship that never existed in the first place? Can he really blame you for being cautious? Can he really blame you for giving up on the two of you this time?

 “Can’t you just respect the fact that I don’t want to talk about it?” you retorted in a tone of disbelief, sitting up straight when you realise that Jaemin was getting angry for no absolute reason. “Well you didn’t respect the fact that I wasn’t into you either back then and look how that turned out!” he snapped back, words spilling out of his mouth as his heart raced against his chest.

“Y/n, I didn-”

“Fine. You wanted to talk right, so let’s talk,” you leaned back against your chair, letting out a defeated sigh as you rubbed your temples in distress. Jaemin kissed his teeth, his eyes glancing at your exhausted figure that mirrored his own. He took a deep exhale before pulling the chair right across yours so he can sit down in front of you. 

He licked his lips nervously, knowing full well that you were silently gesturing him to go first with the exhausted gaze you were giving him. Taking another deep exhale, he poked the insides of his cheek with his tongue as he tried to decipher what to say. He muttered an almost in audible ‘fuck it’ when he decided that he was just going to say whatever came to heart.

“I’m sorry.” 

Your eyes twitched in slight interest, your pupils looking up at his nervous figure. His eyes staring deep into yours, exhaustion and sadness glossing over his pupils. “I’m so sorry for everything. The music box. The whole talking shit behind your back, embarrassing you in front of our friends and family whenever you tried to give me affection, the sudden kiss at the party, making you uncomfortable, everything. I’m truly, truly sorry for everything,” he took in a deep breath.

“I-I don’t even know where to begin with this so I’m just going to say whatever comes to mind,” Jaemin clenched his fists in an attempt to calm his racing heart, taking a deep breath before letting it out and giving you a serious expression. 

“At the party, on your birthday when I found out we were soulmates. I suddenly felt like I was forced to like or love you because we had matching tattoos. I didn’t want that kind of pressure on me, and it wasn’t easy when our parents constantly nagged us about it,” he confessed, pulling on the cuffs of his black jacket as he looked down at his hands wordlessly. 

“But no one was telling you to love me now, Jaemin. You should’ve just taken this chance to enjoy my absence, I was a nuisance to you,” you mumbled out without hesitation, your cold tone sending small needles into his heart. “But can you blame me if I already have? Whoever created us made this whole soulmate system so that we can love each other, I realise that now,” he bit his lip nervously. 

You stared at him for a small moment, your eyes meeting as Jaemin tried to decipher what you were thinking behind your unreadable expression. “You don’t really love me Jaemin,” you stated with a heavy sigh, leaning your cheek against your knuckles, your elbow propped up on the table. “Don’t give me that hope, Jaemin. You don’t like me like that, you just think you do, you don-”

“You can’t just assume my feelings like that, y/n,” he cut you off, using the same monotonous tone you were using against him. He lifted his hand so that it was laying on the table his heart racing at the small distance your hands had when he did so. “You’re one to talk,” you mumbled under your breath, letting out a small huff afterwards.

“Look, I was hurting a lot back then. Now that I’m willing to accept the fact that you’ll never like me back the same way I liked you, you came up to me and tell me you ‘like’ me,” you raise up two fingers as quotation marks, a sad frown stretching across your face at the mention of him loving you. “After what? Two years? Two years of treating me like garbage?” 

“I was selfish,” Jaemin admitted. “I still am, I admit it. But you were selfish too back then! You wanted this so bad and for so long, why won’t you just take the chance so we can put this all behind us and start over now that I’m willing to give this-to give us a try?” he pointed at the two of you to emphasize on his words, a dull ache beginning to appear in his left wrist.

“Don’t you get it? I’m tired, Jaemin. I’m so tired of getting hurt all the time. I’m just so damn tired. Do you really expect me to forgive you for all the things you did just because I finally did what you ask and step out of your life?” you snapped, straightening your posture. 

“I didn’t know you were hurting. Hell, I didn’t even know you felt that way. You could’ve just told me and then maybe we could’ve figured something out,” Jaemin rambled on, running his hands through his hair in distress. “Really Jaemin? Really? Would we actually ‘figure something out’?” you huffed incredulously, rubbing your forehead as you began to feel your sadness slowly morph into anger. 

“I don’t know if you can recall but back at the dinner party with our family. I don’t think you bat an eye when I was on the verge of sobbing my eyes out in front of you. Hell, you didn’t even talk to me for weeks afterwards!” you exclaimed, clenching your fists on the table, feeling your heart ache in your chest at the sour thought. And the fact that the look Jaemin was giving you was fairly similar to the cold expression he gave you that night wasn’t helping either. 

“I was just annoyed. We both needed time to sort out our thoughts, you know. I didn’t mean for things to get this far and fucked up!” Jaemin shot back defensively, raising his hands up to emphasize on his words. “Well apparently you didn’t mean a lot of things but it happened anyway, so what am I supposed to do, Jaemin?” you couldn’t help but raise your voice slightly out of frustration, eyes glaring daggers at him. 

“Give me a chance to start over? Give me a second chance? I don’t know if you noticed but the tables have turned. I get it, I fucking get it now. I know how you feel whenever I treat you like shit and ignore you, I really do. I just want a second chance.” 

This discussion was just going worse than Jaemin had thought. You two were just plain out getting your pain and frustrations out, thus heating up this argument even more. Thank god the librarian was nowhere to be seen, you both know full well if they caught you yelling at each other, you two would definitely be kicked out in an instant. 

“I’m not having this conversation anymore, Jaemin,” you groaned, rubbing your face against your hands, groaning into them before standing up abruptly and picking up your stuff hastily. “Leave me alone, Jaemin. Please. I just want some time to myself. Time to think about how we ended up like this,” you sighed, avoiding his eyes as you shoved your paper in your bag carelessly. 

“No, you give up on me back then. Now I’m not giving up on you,” Jaemin shook his head in determination, standing up as well to stop you and keep you from leaving so you two can talk more. Jaemin was then taken aback when his desperate eyes met your own cold ones, anger glossed over your pupils as you let out a small grunt. 

“Well I gave up now, didn’t I? I think you should, too,” you hissed back, slinging your bag over your shoulder as you tugged your sweater down and smacked the eraser shavings from your drawing session earlier. “Then can you stop it?” he asked, his voice wavering. “Can you just stop looking at me as if you don’t like me anymore?” he pleaded, his voice becoming small. So small, it was almost inaudible. 

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” you frowned, feeling a lump gather in your throat, your eyes watering as you walk past a hopeless Jaemin. 

“You hurt me so much. I’m starting to et why you hated this whole soulmate system.”

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We All Have Secrets

Part 2

Request: Yes or No

TW: Homophobia, transphobia, biphobia

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(Y/N) opened the fridge, taking out the orange juice. Maria watched him with a small smile, head resting on her fist as she took in the smell of bacon and eggs.

"I love having an aspiring chef as a boyfriend." Maria cooed, giggling softly as she watched him. (Y/N) chuckled, pouring her a glass of juice and placing it infront of her.

"These are the basics everyone knows how to do." (Y/N) reminded, turning off the stove and putting the plate infront of her. He sat across from her, handing her a fork. (Y/N) looked at his phone, picking it up and answering the call from Isabela.

"Yeah?" He asked, getting a bacon strip and taking a bite.

"Remember the hacker shit? Natalia, Raul, and Gerry were the assholes who betrayed me. They chose me." Isabela told him, huffing lightly. (Y/N) heard Isabela zipping up her bag. (Y/N) looked at Maria, licking his lips. Maria blinked, eyes widening as she stared at something on her phone.

"The hacker asked if I wanted revenge." Isabela said softly. (Y/N) put down his fork, rubbing his forehead as he sighed.

"Let's talk more at school. I'll see you there." (Y/N) said, hanging up and going on instagram. He saw the posts from the hacker, watching them. (Y/N) scoffed as he watched Pablo's video.

"What a piece of shit." He whispered, scrolling down to Natalia's video. Maria put her phone down, gaze flickering from place to place. She quickly ate and finished her juice, standing up and going to (Y/N)'s bedroom.

"Princess?" (Y/N) called out, standing up and following her. Maria glanced at him, changing out of (Y/N)'s clothes and into some clothes she had left behind from previous visits and nights over.

"I-I should be there for Natalia. God knows what she might be going through." Maria said, picking up her bag. (Y/N) nodded, changing as well and grabbing his keys.

"Come on." He smiled softly, grabbing her hand. They left the house, getting into (Y/N)'s car and driving to school. Maria's leg bounced from nerves. She anxiously nibbled on her bottom lip, looking out the window.

"Who do you think is Hunny Bunny?" (Y/N) asked, staring at the road. Maria blinked and turned her head, looking at him. Her lips parted as she shrugged.

"I'm not sure." She breathed out. (Y/N) hummed, a sigh leaving him as he shook his head. He drove into the parking lot, pulling into a spot and getting out. He could hear people talking about the videos, wrapping an arm around Maria's shoulders as they headed inside. Maria immediately spotted her sister, quickly approaching her and giving her a hug.

"What they said.. Wasn't true, right?" Maria asked, pulling away and placing her hands on Natalia's shoulders. Natalia scoffed, rolling her eyes and pushing Maria's hands away.

"Of course, Maria." She crossed her arms, glancing at the other students. (Y/N) noticed Isabela walking in, heading towards the lockers.

"I'll see you in class, gorgeous." (Y/N) said, pecking Maria's temple and jogging over to Isabela. He caught up to her, gently grabbing her arm. Isabela turned her head, noticing him and sighing softly. She pulled him into a classroom, arms crossing as she leaned against a desk.

"Natalia, Gerry, and Raul were behind it. I can't believe them! They sacrificed me to save their owm asses." Isabela shook her head, tapping her foot on the ground. She bit her bottom lip, eyes watering.

"They were supposed to be my friends. I wouldn't have saved my ass. I would've had my own secret revealed to save them. I guess the truth's out. Natalia's a thief, Rauls dad is a corrupted politician, Gerry's gay, and Pablo is a cheater." Isabela shook her head, sighing deeply. She looked at (Y/N), eyes softening.

"I know you love Maria. You can stick by her and Natalia-"

"No, Isa. I've known you longer than any of them. I love Maria but she'll support Natalia like always. I'll support you. You know Maria supports you as well. She just doesn't want to hurt her sister." (Y/N) shrugged lightly, running a hand through his hair. He placed a hand on Isabela's arm, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"You'll always have my support, Isa. Don't listen to what these nosy fuckers have to say." (Y/N) said, pulling her in for a hug. Isabela hugged him back tightly, sniffling softly. They pulled back and gave each other smiles. Isabela took out her phone to check her makeup, making sure it wasn't running.

"You're the person I can trust." She mumbled, fixing her hair. They headed to class when the bell rang, entering and getting their lab coats. (Y/N) sat down beside Maria, gaze briefly locking with Javier. He looked away, sighing softly. The classroom was mostly silent, tension high in the air. A lot of things had been revealed over the span of two days.

"Jeez, why is everyone so tense? The only who should be tense is Natalia." Rosita said, chuckling as she motioned towards the irritated girl. The boys snickered, earning glares from Natalia. Isabela didn't spare Pablo a glance, simply looking forward. Maria glanced at (Y/N), reaching over and taking his hand. The teacher, Gabriela, walked in, greeting the class as she walked towards the front. She noticed the silence and sighed.

"Look, I know all of us are a little nervous after what happened but let's try to stay focused in class today, alright?" Gabriela looked over them.

"Let's start by brainstorming ideas for the science project." She tugged on the bottom of the projector, letting it rise to reveal a drawing on the whiteboard with 'Pablo's giant dick' next to it. Snickers spread across the classroom. Gabriela scoffed, beginning to erase it. Pablo got up to help, mumbling things under his breath. Isabela rolled her eyes, tapping her pen on the table. (Y/N) snorted quietly, earning a nudge from Maria.

"You've never seen one that big?" Pablo asked, dusting off his hands and looking at the others.

"Why are you doing it? Why not let her do it? It's her dick." Gerry said, motioning to Isabela. (Y/N)'s small grin dropped, sitting up and glaring at Gerry.

"Shut the fuck up, Gerry." (Y/N) sneered. Maria gave his hand a squeeze, shaking her head lightly. Isabela scoffed and raised her hand.

"Gabriela, can I change partners? I don't want to work with Pablo." Isabela said. Gabriela nodded.

"You can work with Natalia. Maria can work with Pablo-"

"I don't want Natalia either." Isabela crossed her arms, avoiding Natalia's stunned gaze. "Can I work with (Y/N)?"

"Isa! I already told you I didn't steal anything!" Natalia huffed, frowning and glaring at her classmates. Gerry raised his hand, looking serious.

"Can I make a suggestion?"

"What is it?"

"I think Alex, (Y/N), and Ismael should work together. They'd make a diverse and open-minded project." Gerry said, shrugging as students laughed. Isabela stood up from her seat, walking towards Gerry. Gerry quickly stood and backed up.

"Isabela! My name's Isabela, asshole." Isabela snapped, glaring at Pablo when he got between them. (Y/N) got up, walking towards Gerry and grabbing him by the collar.

"(Y/N), baby, calm down!" Maria stood and went after her boyfriend, pulling on his arm. She glanced at Javier who tried pulling him back as well. Isabela pushed Pablo back, stepping away from him.

"(Y/N), let him go. Do it this instant." Gabriela ordered, glancing at Isabela and Pablo. (Y/N) let him go, turning and looking at Isabela as she pushed Natalia back as well.

"Don't touch me!" Isabela glared at them, continuing to back away from them. Gerry was pushed away from (Y/N) by Gabriela to keep them apart.

"Calm down your bunny, dude!" Gerry told Pablo. Isabela scoffed, eyes watering as she rolled her eyes. Gerry feinged surprise, hand covering his mouth.

"Oh my god. That's right! Ismael isn't your bunny, right?" Gerry asked. Isabela grabbed a testing tube, throwing it at Gerry with a frustrated scream. Gerry ducked, letting it shatter behind him. The classroom went silent.

"And that's Ismael!" Gerry laughed as Gabriela grabbed him, pushing him towards that door.

"That's enough! All of you to the principals office!" Gabriela shouted at them, pointing towards the door. Isabela took off the lab coat, tossing it to the side and leaving the classroom. (Y/N) followed after, walking out of the classroom. Natalia, Pablo, Gerry, and Javier followed after.

"Miss-"

"You stay here, Maria." Gabriela breathed out, pushing her red curls away from her face as she panted softly.

(Y/N) plopped down beside Isabela, hands in his pockets. He sat up and scooted closer to her when Javier sat beside him. Javier noticed, jaw clenching but he stayed silent.

"That's one way to skip class." (Y/N) muttered, tilting his head back. Isabela sighed, arms crossed and shoulders tense. Lulu, Quintanilla's secretary, looked over them with a disapproving head shake. They silently waited to be called into Quintanillas office. Sofia joined them, sitting beside Javier. Quintanilla opened his door, motioning to Pablo. Pablo pushed himself off the wall, entering his office. (Y/N) scoffed at the flirtatious look Lulu gave him when he passed by her.

"I always knew she had a loose screw." (Y/N) mumbled, toying with his hoodie strings. Isabela glanced at him, lightly shaking her head.

"Bet it's drier than the Sahara down there." Isabela mumbled with a small grin, earning a chuckle from (Y/N).

"(Y/N), can we talk later?" Sofia asked after leaning forward. (Y/N) looked at her, nodding. He glanced at Javier before looking forward again. Sofia shifted her gaze onto Isabela. The two quietly spoke before Isabela was called in. Sofia stood and took her spot, giving (Y/N) small smile.

"It's been a while since we've hung out." Sofia said quietly. (Y/N) licked his lips, shrugging as he gave her a small grin.

"Yeah, we haven't had a depressing conversation on the roof in forever." They chuckled. Sofia smiled and sighed, running a hand through her short hair. (Y/N) wrapped his hoodie string around his finger, gaze drifting to the ground.

"What do you want to talk about?" (Y/N) asked, brows furrowing. Sofia looked at him, licking her chapped lips. She glanced at the others, leaning in slightly.

"The hacker's identity." She explained quietly. (Y/N) hummed, nodding slowly. He glanced at Javier when he stood up to get a cup of water.

"I don't think you'd do something like this." Sofia said, giving him a small smile. (Y/N) looked at her, cocking a brow.

"And why not? Am I not smart enough to be a hacker?"

"Yeah, basically." Sofia nodded, laughing when (Y/N) scoffed and gently pushed her. He looked up when Isabela left the office, letting the door slam behind her. She mumbled things under her breath as she passed by. Javier sat down, watching her walk away. Quintanilla called for Natalia but Lulu reminded him of a meeting.

"Luis mom is here cause her son's backpack was peed on." Lulu explained. (Y/N) immediately looked at Gerry, scoffing and shaking her head.

"You've got to be a certain type of breed to pee on people's stuff like an animal." (Y/N) said under his breath, leaning forward and resting his arms on his knees. Natalia entered Quintanillas office as Sofia stood up to get water. (Y/N) stared up at the ceiling as he waited to be called. Natalia quickly rushed out of the office, earning odd looks.

"(Y/N), come in." Quintanilla called, nodding inside.

"Finally." (Y/N) whispered as he stood, walking into his office and sitting down. He rested his arm on the armrest, watching Quintanilla sit down.

"I'm surprised to see you here. You're usually a well behaved student. Now, I know Isabela is a good friend of yours-"

"Is Gerry gonna face any consequences? What he's doing can be considered bullying." (Y/N) cut him off, tilting his head. Quintanilla licked his lips, giving a small nod.

"Well, as far as I'm aware, this is a one time occurrence." Quintanilla shrugged.

"With Isabela, maybe. What about Luis? Gerry and his ass kissers always bully him. They peed on his fucking backpack. You would've made time for his mom. What kind of principal lets a bully get away with no consequences? Oh, wait... I know. The type who just wants to suck up to the parents of the rich kids. You know, I really hoped you were better, Quintanilla. You're just as incompetent as Lulu." (Y/N) shook his head, looking towards the window. Quintanilla cleared his throat.

"Where is this attitude coming from?"

"From exhaustion. When Luis finally snaps and does something stupid or Gerry decides to impress his friends by doing a shitty thing, it'll be entirely on you." (Y/N) stood, chair scratching loudly against the floor. He walked towards the door, opening it and grabbing the door handle. He pulled on it, making it slam loudly. (Y/N) dug his hands into his pockets, walking away. He glanced at the four remaining, giving a small shrug.

"Today's a great day." He grinned, heading downstairs. (Y/N) blew a raspberry, walking towards a water fountain. He drank some water, leaning back and wiping his mouth with his sleeve. He looked at Maria as she approached him. She wrapped her arms around him, gazing up at him.

"(N/N), what happened? What did you talk about?" Maria asked, frowning. (Y/N) shrugged, wrapping an arm would her waist and walking beside her.

"We talked about conversing before escalating things." (Y/N) replied, giving her a small smile. Maria relaxed, leaning against him and wrapping an arm around his waist.

"Isa probably already told you but Nati stole her phone and let the hacker have it." Maria said softly, still in disbelief.

"I can't believe my sister is not only a thief but a terrible friend." Maria looked up at him, giving his side a squeeze. (Y/N) looked down at her, smiling softly.

"I'm thankful I got with the better sister." (Y/N) grinned, laughing softly. Maria rolled her eyes playfully, giving him gently.

"Maria, I need your help!" The couple looked at Natalia with furrowed brows. Natalia looked between them, a frown on her face.

"Help me look for my purse. I think I left it in science class but.. I-I don't know." Natalia grabbed Maria's hand, pulling them along. (Y/N) sighed, letting go of Maria when they entered the science classroom. The three searched for Natalia's bag.

"How do you lose a pink bag?" (Y/N) asked, glancing under some seats. Natalia shrugged, continuing to frantically search.

"I'm not sure." Natalia breathed out. (Y/N) dusted off his hands on his jeans, standing beside Maria. The two watched Natalia, sharing a glance.

"It'll appear again, Nati. We need to focus on the Nona thing." Maria reminded as she faced her. (Y/N) wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"Maria, focus. Do you know how much that purse costs?" Natalia asked, frustrated. Rosita entered the classroom, letting a grin slip.

"Are you okay, Nati?" Rosita asked, tilting her head. Natalia spun around to face her.

"No! My purse is missing!" She huffed. Maria sighed, leaning back against (Y/N). Rosita clicked her tongue, pouting.

"Too bad they stole your purse. I'm sure you had to save up a lot for it." Rosita said, the fake pity clear as day. Natalia looked at her, slowly approaching her.

"You know where it is?" She asked quietly.

"What's the matter with you? Not everyone is like you." Rosita said. She grinned widely, blowing her kiss.

"See you around." She turned and walked away.

"Fucking bitch!" Natalia screamed after her, earning a look from Maria. (Y/N) chuckled, shaking his head and looking away when Natalia glared at him. He pecked the top of Maria's head before stepping away from her.

"So, where else have you been?" (Y/N) asked, tilting his head. "Maybe you left it somewhere else."

"I already checked my locker and the lunchroom. Rosita fucking stole it. She's such a bitch." Natalia muttered. (Y/N) took out his phone when it vibrated, looking at the text.

Javier W.

We need to talk.

[littlemissagrafina]

A Sunflower's Bloom

Third and final part in the Remember the sun, little flower series for @angxlsgrxce

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Tony walked into the lab only to be greeted by Peter who was sitting on top of his work bench in a position that could only be described as pretzel meets spaghetti. 

Peter was lying on his side with his back against the wall that his bench was propped against, his one leg was stretched behind him, the other bent over it with his foot flat against the table top.

It was then that Tony noticed his one arm was looped under his bent leg and he was using his other arm to prop his head slightly as he carefully stirred up a new batch of his web formula.

Overall, it was quite normal for Peter with his strange spider flexibility but just looking at him made Tony's back ache.

"Peter, buddy, spider of my life, are you ever going to sit in a slightly normal position?" Tony couldn't help but tease the teenager, letting out a laugh at Peter's fake look of betrayal.

"Mr. Stark! That would imply that I am a regular person and we both know that I could never be normal. Besides, it's comfortable." With that he went back to his formula, looking at it with a slight furrow to his brows that made his nose scrunch up in a way that Tony couldn't help but think resembled a bunny rabbit.

Tony walked over to his own work bench and wheeled his chair back to Peter's. Sitting down in front of the bench, he picked up a pen and poked at Peter's leg until he looked up at the older man.

"What's got you frowning at your webs like that?"

With a huff, Peter unfolded himself and sat up on the edge of the bench with his legs hanging off the edge. He handed Tony the bodum beaker and picked up his bag, fishing his notebook out from it before putting it back on the floor. He flipped to a page near the back and handed that to Tony as well.

"I'm trying to find a way to make it stop clogging up the compartment when I have to refill it but I can't figure out what I need to do without changing the components of the fluid I already have. Everything that I've come up with so far makes it too watery." He explained as Tony looked over his workings on the paper.

Tony hummed to let him know that he was listening. He was quiet for a while before speaking again. "Okay, a fair warning, Pete. I have an idea but, as far as Pepper would be concerned, it's not the safest so we're gonna move over to the testing station and try it out there. That good?"

Peter nodded and slid off the bench to follow Tony to a more secured area of the lab that they had made after their last drone went a little crazy and set fire to Dumm-e and Tony's R&D paperwork.

Setting up the beaker and grabbing a few chemicals as well as safety goggles and gloves, Tony explained his idea for adding a different chemical to slightly tweak the reaction of Peter's new formula, hoping to stop the clogging as Peter desired without too much change to the original tried and tested formula.

"Ready?" 

Peter just grinned, slipping his goggles over his eyes. He watched as Tony added one of the chemicals, stirred it, and asked him to look at it as well as prompting Peter to tell him what changes he saw with each new chemical that they added.

Neither paid attention as Tony reached for the last chemical he wanted to test. 

Neither of them noticed that it had accidentally been switched by Dumm-e while they had been speaking and nerding over the ways they could change and improve the formula for different uses other than Peter's regular webs.

Neither noticed until the drops of liquid from the last chemical went up in an explosion of harmless sparks and smoke, a black cloud blowing back up into their faces and the sparks setting off the lab's sprinkler system automatically.

Both Tony and Peter jerked backwards, Peter almost falling over when he slipped on the water currently still falling from the sprinklers. He grabbed onto Tony which ended up being what pulled both of them off balance, sending them to the floor in a jumbled mess of limbs and a pained yelp with Peter landed on his arm.

"Peter!" Tony gasped, managing to heave himself up a moment later and reach down to help Peter up too. He hesitated when Peter hissed and pulled his arm away, panic instantly flooding his chest at Peter's pain.

Kneeling down, Tony lifted Peter to his feet by his shoulders instead of pulling him up by his arm. As soon as the teenager was standing, Tony was fussing over him, grabbing a clean rag (now conveniently wet from the sprinklers) from a nearby table and wiping the wet cloth over Peter's face to clean the ash off and make sure none of it had somehow made its way into his eyes behind the safety goggles. 

Tony was damn grateful that he had become so much more careful when it came to lab safety after he had started working with Peter so often.

Used to Tony's automatic fussing, Peter took a moment to assess himself for any pain or irritation, knowing Tony would ask him as soon as he calmed slightly.

A moment later the man did just that.

"Were you hurt? I heard your cry when you landed. What's wrong with your arm? Did you inhale any of the smoke?" Tony rapidly shot the questions at him, ushering Peter towards the dry end of the lab and onto the couch in the one corner.

"No I wasn't badly hurt, I just sprained my wrist when I tried to catch myself when we fell. Yes, I did inhale some but not a lot because I don't feel a lot of irritation or pain." Peter answered and then cut Tony off before he could ask more questions.

"Yes, I know we have to be careful with the smoke inhalation, especially because of the chemicals, but I know how it feels when it's bad because of the fires I've had to help with. I promise I'll tell you if I start feeling anything bad or painful."

Peter's straight to the point answers finally calmed Tony enough for him to sit down on the couch next to him.

Tony opened his mouth, going to ask if Peter was sure he was okay before changing his mind. "Okay, okay, I believe you. Can Fri scan you just to be safe?"

Knowing that Tony needed the peace of mind, Peter nodded and a moment later the A.I reported back with exactly what Peter had said. A sprained wrist and minor irritation to his windpipe.

"I would recommend ice for his wrist and a glass of milk for his throat, Boss." Friday's Irish voice spoke out.

Peter nudged Tony lightly with his shoulder. "See? I'm okay. Now that we're done with me, are you okay?"

With a little huff and a smile, Tony relented. His kid was okay. No need to panic. Nope, not at all.

Peter nudged him again. If he had to answer truthfully then so did Tony.

"Yeah, Roo, I'm fine, I promise. A bit of irritation as well but no sprains, bruises, or broken bones." Tony assured him, and asked Friday to do a quick scan of him as well, thinking it was only fair since he had the A.I scan Peter.

Once again she confirmed that there was no major injury or problem.

"C'mon, I wanna go wash the ash off my face and we should probably both go grab a shower and change into dry clothes. We need to make sure that we don't have any leftover chemicals left on us and you don't need to get sick from sitting around in wet clothes, either." 

Tony was about to get up from the couch when he noticed a bruise peeking out from under the sleeve of Peter's injured wrist. He reached out and carefully held it in his own hand, the sleeve riding up more to show the black lines of what looked like the sunflower that was usually etched across the skin of Peter's lower forearm.

The only thing that made it not so normal was that the ink looked like it wasn't running down Peter's arm after getting it wet. It hadn't even smudged at all.

Looking up at the teen in question and receiving a nod, Tony pulled the sleeve up more to reveal the rest of the flower. He ran a finger over it, careful to not put pressure on Peter's wrist.

"Peter?" Tony asked softly, making sure that his voice was open and gentle.

Peter gave a quiet hmm in response. He knew that he didn't have to be nervous of telling Tony, the man's reaction and acceptance just of the markers when he first found out was proof enough of it, but he couldn't help the slight anxiety that bubbled up in his chest.

An arm was draped over his shoulders, and he was pulled into a hug.

"When did you get it done, bud?"

"A few weeks ago." Peter mumbled into Tony's shoulder.

  Oh, Tony thought. The sudden light, happiness that Peter had exuded recently made sense now. His kid had finally found the permanency that he had needed.

Pulling away, Tony asked Peter to look at him. He grinned widely at the teen when he did, three simple words being said and immediately soothing a place in Peter's heart that he hadn't known was scared.

"I like it."

Peter smiled too. "Yeah?" At Tony's nod he spoke again. "I uhh, I got two. I have another one, I mean, not just this one. I got two that day." He stumbled over his words now, a bit bashful now that he wasn't as nervous about Tony's reaction.

Tony's steady smile helped some of his confidence come back.

"Can I see it? The other one?" Tony asked him, taking notice of the shy excitement in Peter's eyes.

Peter gave a small smile and turned a bit. "It's on my back." He explained to Tony's slightly confused expression.

Peter tugged his shirt up a bit until he was sure that the colourful petals and leaves of the sunflower were visible.

"That's Ben's flower." Tony muttered. It wasn't quite a question nor was it a statement but Peter answered anyway.

"Yeah. It's Ben's flower."

After a moment of silence, Peter lowered his shirt and turned around to face Tony. The man looked at him, a strange glint in his eyes.

"He'd be proud of you, you know. I didn't know him but from what you and May have told me… well, he was an incredible man Peter. Especially to have had a hand in raising someone like you who is so kind, giving, and loving."

Hugging the man who had become his father in all but blood, Peter felt his heart warm. He had lost, he had grieved, and he had hurt. But he had also found, healed, and loved.

Peter was drawn from his thoughts by Tony hugging him closer before pulling away and getting up from the couch. "C'mon, kid. Let's go get clean and then we can sort out the mess in here before Pepper has both our hides to cushion her seat during that meeting tomorrow."

"Tony, do you really think he would be proud?" Peter asked him just as they walked out the lab doors.

"Bud, the proof is right there in those very petals on your skin. He loved you and would be so proud."

Tony was right in more ways than one as Peter would later learn because a sunflowers meaning was adoration, loyalty and longevity.

And in the ink on his skin, in the pictures and paintings on the walls, in the memories of his uncle, Peter found that and so much more. 

Peter had finally found healing from the grief that had swallowed him for so long. He had a reminder and a hope with him, something to remember the good, the happy, and the love that he had experienced as well as all that was still to come.

His sunflower had bloomed and it was glorious.

[hansensgirl]

salvatore | iv

series summary — Bucky Barnes doesn’t believe in love anymore. Especially after the tragic, unknown death of his wife, Natasha. He thinks it’s stupid and a waste of time and- oh my. Hello there, you. There you were, with your notebooks and your novels, writing your heart away. He’s hellbent on saving you from this nasty world, his elusive neighbor that has him under the stupid spell of love. You soon find yourself trapped in a tragic love story with Bluebeard, not Prince Charming.

chapter warnings — dark!bucky, dark themes, stalking, voyeurism, cameras, stealing, slight angst, smut, female masturbation, perving, male masturbation, violence, mentions of cheating, fluff, feelings, noncon/dubcon, 18+

pairings — Dark!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff, Natasha Romanoff x Steve Rogers

word count — 2,961

a/n — finally! finally, i posted! please leave some feedback if you’d like! happy reading, and if you do not like any of the things in the warnings, do not read this!! also thank you to @mariessecretfantasies for beta-ing, ily! check her wonderful stories out please, you won’t regret it!

“Oh, bunny.” She cooed, tracing the scars that were scattered about Bucky’s body. Bucky whimpered and opened his eyes. The redhead smiled down at him, wearing a simple sundress and heart sunglasses. She twirled her tongue around the cherry flavoured lollipop as if she was sucking his cock. The old Bucky would’ve had a boner in just a few seconds, but the sight of Natasha had startled him deeply. “We should go to the Valley this weekend, Bunny.” She pulled the sunglasses down to the bridge of her nose. “Yeah, so you can visit Steve huh?” He spoke, but they weren’t the words that left his mouth. “Of course, Nattie.” His fingers ran through her red locks on their own accord. He tried to pull them away, but instead he pulled her closer. She set the lollipop on the dashboard of the Buick. She crawled into his lap and began to unbuckle his belt, desperately craving his cock. She suddenly left his belt and grabbed the knife that was in his thigh holster, bringing it up to his throat. “You know Nattie, I used to think the world of you.” He growled through gritted teeth. She pressed the knife closer to his throat, her hands shaking slightly. “Yet now, you barely even cross my mind.”

Bucky shot up suddenly, Natasha’s name leaving his name in just a whisper. One that when he himself couldn’t hear. He was drenched in sweat, his naked form all sticky. “Fuck.” He cursed, pulling off the thin grey sheet that barely covered him. The gruesome dreams replayed in his dark mind, sending chills down his spine. It was the first dream he had about Natasha in a while, and he didn’t know what triggered it. He pulled on his boxers and sat on the bed idly, wondering what he should do. There was no way he would go back to sleep, he didn’t want to face Natasha again. His eyes fell onto the laptop on his bedside table and his lips worried a smirk. It was devilish, almost as if Satan cursed himself upon Bucky. He peered out of the window and managed to see through the pitch black darkness that filled your room. You had a pillow between your legs and your sheets were a mess.

You clearly were knocked out, probably still hazy from that hangover. He sat near the window and opened the laptop to enter his password. He carefully typed your name and added his favourite number at the end before pressing the arrow button. It loaded quickly, given that he had harassed the guy down at IT for speedy wifi and advanced technology. He tapped into the cameras that he installed in your house one afternoon whilst you went for a quick run. He rewinded the tape to when you were in the shower, washing your hair. The water had to be cold as he inspected your body language and facial expressions. Seeing the water spill over your body had his cock throbbing between his thick thighs. He watched you slip a hand between your thighs, rubbing the pearl of nerves that had your knees buckling and your eyes rolling back into your skull. No wonder you were knocked out. Your mouth fell open to let out a silent scream and your ministrations on your clit sped up. Bucky’s large cock became fully erected, leaking with pre-cum. He grasped the base and swiped the tip with his thumb, before beginning to stroke himself.

“Fuck.” You both gasped, throwing your heads back.

He swore under his breath and watched you edge yourself. He wondered how many times he could edge you before you couldn’t take it anymore, before you would let those tears fall just for him. He would love to see you break under him, though he knew you were already slightly cracked beneath the lines. You palmed your breasts eagerly before spying the shower head with a smirk. “Such a naughty, dirty girl.” He degraded, letting a moan slip past his plump lips. It was almost as if you heard him, only saying one word. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” You came undone on your frail, delicate fingers that could barely reach your g-spot. Your creamy cum coated your hand, and you pulled your fingers away from your honey pot. You had the urge to suck your arousal off of your fingers, and Bucky could tell. You hesitatingly stuck them in your mouth and you sucked them clean, which pushed Bucky off the edge of the cliff. His streaks of cum painted themselves on his abdomen, wishing you were there to catch it all in your mouth. He sighed as his cock became flaccid, and you washed your sins away with steaming hot water.

He switched cameras and fast-forwarded to when you dried yourself off with the fluffy towel. You bent down to wipe your legs, giving him a view of your pussy. He paused the camera and admired you for a bit, his breathing becoming more laboured. Your freshly-shaven lips glistened with water droplets, but he wished it was his cum instead. He shut his eyes and muttered incoherent words under his breath. This isn’t wrong! I’m just making sure you’re safe, that’s all. He mindlessly watched your moisturize and get ready for bed, all while jamming out to your favourite song. He could watch you swing your hips for hours, watch you flip your hair until you felt dizzy. And he could, but it’s not as good as he wanted. He wanted to be there with you.

Bucky decided to try and get a few hours of shut-eye, knowing that he’d deeply regret it if he didn’t. He hadn’t noticed that your breathing never slowed. You laid in bed, with your eyes shut. You were teetering on the verge of falling asleep, but your thoughts kept you up.

You wondered how you had managed to fall in love with your neighbour. The neighbour that you had only known for so long. It couldn’t be love, because love is dumb, right? It’s just a crush that makes you feel all sick and happy, a crush that lasts forever. You tossed and turned in your bed, trying to get some rest for once. But sleep never came. Instead, your heavy eyes watched the sun rise until it nearly blinded you. You sighed and rolled out of bed. Your body was almost on auto-pilot. You went downstairs and made yourself a cup of coffee, along with a bagel. You somehow found yourself pulling on a sundress that was a little too revealing for your taste. You admired yourself in the mirror for a bit, wondering what Bucky would think of your outfit. Would he be disgusted? God no, he’s too much of a gentleman. You pushed the negative thoughts out of your mind as you were determined to have a good day. You stared at the book that sat on top of your night stand. Ever since Bucky had gifted it to you, you never opened it up.

You could either read the classic that he gifted, or spend the day looking for a nearby job that would pay well. You chose the former. You gathered all your notebooks and pens, hoping that maybe inspiration will strike you. You went to open your back door, just to find it unlocked. You furrowed your brows with confusion, trying to recall whether or not you locked it. “Probably didn’t.” You muttered under your breath. You shook your head with disappointment — something that your mom constantly would do to you. You shut the door behind you and sat on the sun chair. The sun was bright — maybe a little too bright for you. But it didn’t seem strong enough to harm your soft skin. You flipped to the first page and began to read, but you lost track a few times. You imagined yourself as Catherine, and Bucky as Heathcliff. The story was already wrong in so many ways, but to picture yourself as one of the characters was almost too much. You couldn’t help it though, you really couldn’t. You stopped at the second page and decided to retire the book for the day.

You played with your pen and chewed at your bottom lip, trying to think of a way to start your new story. “Hey, neighbour!” A deep voice called out. You turned your head just to see Bucky peering over the tall white fence. You silently waved at him and gave him a friendly smile. “Got any sugar for me to borrow?” He joked, making you giggle. You shook your head as you played along with him. He put on a frown that made you a little lovesick. It was chilling almost, as if he had practiced those puppy eyes. Your smile faltered slightly, but you kept it on anyways. A flash of darkness struck Bucky when he saw the slight dullness to your lips. “So, writing the next best novel?” He questioned, even though he already knew that you were just writing something for your Tumblr. “Not really, I just have the muse to write.” You meekly explained. He let out an understanding sound, nodding his head as your words sank in. Well, this is awkward… “Why do you write?” he asked, the question making you shoot your head up in a flash. “Pardon?” You scoffed incredulously. “I know you heard me, if you don’t want to talk about it then that’s fine, just curious. Sorry.” He looked down with guilt, making your heart break slightly. God dammit!

Bucky’s manipulative resolve nearly broke when he nearly smirked as he saw your face fall. He began to move away from the fence before you called out his name. “Bucky! Wait, I’m sorry!” You apologized, getting up from your seat. Bucky smiled and turned around to face you. He once again wore those puppy eyes that manage to manipulate you. You apologized profusely, your notebook and pen scattered on the freshly grown grass. “I’ll only accept your apology if you let me hang out with you, doll.” Doll, the nickname had you smiling sweetly. His stoic gaze burned into you as he admired your smile. So fucking gorgeous. “I’ll open the front door for you-” You started, turning away from Bucky. “Actually, I think I can hop over this fence.” He admitted, making your eyes bulge out. Before you could say another word, Bucky swung himself over the tall white fence. “Oh my god.” You whispered in shock, realizing he avoided stepping on your flowers. He smiled at you and began to look around your garden. He acted as if he hadn’t seen it already, as if he hadn’t broken into your home already.

Well, he didn’t break in. You just didn’t let him in nicely.

You noticed the gardening gloves that he donned. “You garden?” You asked with pure curiosity. “Huh? Oh, yeah.” He answered. “Do you always garden? Or have you just started?” You wondered out loud as the heat of the sun grew. He took in your form as he wondered what lie he should choose. “Just started, any tips?” He peeled the gloves off as he spoke. The way he maintained eye contact was intimidating, almost scary. “Eh, not really… Mrs. Carter helped out actually!” You exclaimed, making the awkward tension even worse. Bucky nodded and stalked closer towards you, making you gulp thickly. Why were you so nervous? It’s not like he would hurt you, right? “Relax, I can hear your heart beatin’ fast.” He smiled down at you softly. You hadn’t realized how much bigger he was than you. He towered over you and even blocked the sun from blinding you. “Are you nervous, baby?” He nearly let out a coo when you nodded shyly. The way the tension between you too changed into something else was practically elusive. “I could go for some nice lemonade to be honest.” He smirked.

“L-lemonade?” You questioned. Your brows knitted together with confusion. What did he want from you? “That is what I said, isn’t it?” He looked up at the bright sky as if he was pondering to himself. “O-of course.” You walked away from him and nearly tripped over your feet. He had turned you into a nervous-wreck — you couldn’t even bear to look him in the eyes without shying away. With every few steps you took, you glanced back at Bucky, who was staring right at you. You felt his cold eyes burn into your back until you were out of his sight. Bucky quickly grabbed your notebook and flipped through the pages, before pulling his phone out. He snapped photos of every single thing you’ve written. From novel ideas to entries about your life. “Maybe if you let me in then I wouldn’t have to do all this, doll.” He grumbled. As he flipped through your notebook, something fell out. It landed on his foot but he barely felt the impact of it. He reached down and picked it up, realizing it was a polaroid.

Before he could turn it over, the sound of your feet pattering on the wooden floor screamed at him to set everything back to normal. He hurriedly closed the notebook and picked up your belongings, setting them on the small glass table. He shoved the polaroid in his pocket and smiled at you. “That was fast- where’s the lemonade?” He questioned, making you smile meekly. “It’s inside.” Your voice was small, quiet. He clearly enjoyed the fact that you were intimidated by him, that you were scared of him. You led him into your home and he acted as if he hadn’t been in it already, marvelling at every aspect of your living space. “Can you um, take your shoes off?” You requested, but your tone of voice made it seem like a demand. He raised a challenging eyebrow at you and took his shoes off at a painful pace. C’mon doll, being so rude to a world hero? If it weren’t for me you wouldn’t even be alive at this point. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rude!” You apologize quickly, pouring him a glass of lemonade.

Bucky flashed you a smile that was both sweet and sultry. Oh, the things he did to you. You handed him the cup and watched him drink it all down. Your lemonade-making skills were a bit rusty, but it seemed to you that he enjoyed the refreshment very much. Maybe a little too much. “Y’know, I might have to steal this recipe from ya. It tastes just like the way my ma used to make it.” He stared out into space blankly, his features softening completely as he spoke of his mother. You felt giddy with his praise, and he let out a coo as you looked at the bland kitchen tiles. It’s weird that you hadn’t noticed the faint footstep print. You frowned and tried to think back as to when you stepped into the kitchen with muddy shoes, and you couldn’t recall anything. “What’s wrong doll, hm?” Bucky asked, leaning over the counter. “It’s nothing.” You spoke too soon, which told him that in fact it was something. “So, have you planted any flowers?” You questioned, changing the conversation. Bucky’s jaw clenched as soon as you did, he hated that. “Yeah, some roses, some marigolds and some cosmos and I have yet to plant some asters.” He divulged into the topic of his garden and he slowly began to light up in a way that had you smiling. “The flowers are pretty, just not like you.” He spoke loudly. Your shy smile turned into a grin, and you thanked him.

“Just the truth, doll.” Doll, how many times had that nickname slipped from his lips? No, wrong question. How many times did that nickname make your poor little heart flutter? Bucky smiled as he heard your the pace of your heart beats pick up for the nth time. He walked around the counter slowly, all whilst staring at you like you were his prey. You took a step backwards but his hand on your waist stopped you. “Why? I- I don’t know what you want. Y- You’re confusing me, Buck.” You stammered, but your tone held so much frustration that he understood where you were coming from. “I want you doll, but not like this. No, one day.” His words baffled you and so did his actions. His grip left your waist but it still lingered, and he grabbed his gardening gloves. “Tomorrow, tomorrow we’ll figure this all out, doll.” He spoke softly, smiling at you. He slipped his shoes back and he left you all alone in the kitchen. Your mind replayed everything that had happened, and you were bewildered. “James Buchanan Barnes, could you be any more confusing?” You wondered aloud.

Bucky shut the door behind him and took off his shoes, leaving the gloves on the small table that was beside the door. He walked into the kitchen and plucked the Stark Industries tablet off of its charging pad. With a few gentle taps, he watched you clean up the house impassively. He chuckled, knowing that he had twisted the wires in your mind so much you couldn’t be left some with your thoughts. His long, lithe fingers paused the live video and he admired the way your tongue peaked out of your supple lips in concentration. He spotted the notebook once again and recalled the polaroid he had purloined from you. He pulled it out of his pocket and flipped it over, his eyes going wide at the image that you had kept.

Oh doll, how could you betray me like this?

[daydream-hobii]

Kidnapped? | Poly!BTS

Genre: Hybrid!AU; Fluff with some Angst

Pairing: BTS x Reader; Persian Cat!Seokjin, Black Cat!Yoongi, German Shepherd!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calico Cat!Jimin, Golden Retriever!Taehyung, Bunny!Jungkook

Summary: You were just grocery shopping when a golden retriever smiled at you, grabbed your hand, and took you out to his car. Was someone hurt? Was he alright? You followed him, thinking this, but when you pulled up to a large house in the country, your heart sank. Were you just kidnapped?

Warning: Mentions of being kidnapped?; Read with Caution~ <3

Word Count: 1,012

Author’s Note: Okay I was tagged by the lovely @kpopgirlbtssvt on this post and when I read it, the creative juices were flowing. The original prompt started from @hybridfanfiction, I just added onto it!! I highly suggest you check out their blog, I definitely had to follow. I hope you like it!! ^_^

       You were walking down the aisles, a cart in your hands. Grocery shopping could be kinda boring, but you tried to stay focused. You had your earbuds in and were listening to the news talk about the recent hybrid laws changing. Hybrids just became legal to be there own people. They were allowed to get jobs, live on their own, drive. You couldn’t help but smile.

      You ran your cart into something, making you look up fast. There was a tall boy with golden ears and a long tail that was wagging. He had a big smile on his face. You gasped slightly, taking out your earbuds and staring at him with wide eyes.

      “I’m so sorry, are you alright?” You questioned.

      He didn’t say anything, just came around and took your hand, taking you away from the cart. You quickly grabbed your possessions from it, following him. You tried to argue, but he just seemed determined. Maybe he needed your help? Was someone hurt? 

      You followed him to his car, where he opened the door for you. You gave him an odd look, but he nodded his head in encouragement. You got in the car, blinking in surprise as he shut it, coming around to the drivers side. You kept the thought that he needed help in your mind.

      When you pulled up to a large house in the country, your heart sank slightly. Were you just kidnapped? By a hybrid? He came around, opening the door and holding out his hand. In shock, you just kept with it, holding his hand and standing from the car.

      He walked you to the front door, tail wagging fast. He opened it, walking through and dragging you along. You entered the living room where another man with black hair, black ears, and a thin black tail sat on the couch. He looked up from his newspaper to see you, eyes widening.

      “Taehyung,” The man said, wide eyed. “Who’s this?”

      “Isn’t she pretty, Yoongi!” The man who took you exclaimed. “I brought her home from the grocery!”

      “Namjoon!” Yoongi shouted, eyes still on me as I stared, confused.

      Another man walked in, wiping his hands on a towel. He had grey, fluffy ears and a long grey tail that was bushy. He was quite handsome, just like the other two, but you were still very confused. Namjoon went wide eyed, moving his head to the side.

      “Tae, what did you do?” Namjoon asked. Another man showed up from the same place Namjoon came from. His ears were white and fluffy, along with a gorgeous white, fluffy tail.

      “We literally sent you for rice,” This man said, staring at him.

      “You kidnapped her?!” Namjoon exclaimed, causing another man to come in and stare. This one had Black and Brown ears with a matching tail.

      “Kidnapped? Taehyung, what the hell?!” The new man exclaimed.

      “Hoseok, she was just too pretty,” Taehyung said, a pout forming on his lips.

      “No, Tae. Put her back where you found her,” Yoongi mumbled. 

      “Wait, what is happening?” You finally asked, raising an eyebrow. “Did you need some sort of help?”

      “No,” Taehyung replied, furrowing his brows in confusion. “I just thought you were pretty…. I wanted to bring you home.” He frowned, tail flopping down and ears flattening. 

      “She does smell nice,” Another boy mumbled as he appeared. He had longer, bunny ears.

      “That doesn’t mean we just kidnap her,” Namjoon growled, glaring softly. “Ma’am, please come with me to the kitchen, I’ll get you home.”

      “Guys, we just got legalized,” The white eared man whispered, staring at Taehyung. You heard the boys whine slightly, but when you reached the kitchen, you could no longer hear them.

      “I’m so sorry, miss,” Namjoon said, pulling out a chair which you sat in. “Taehyung, he means no harm. I hope you understand, he genuinely just thought you were pretty.”

      “If you think I’m going to call the police, you don’t need to worry,” You said, finally speaking to him. “I’m the one who willingly followed him. I thought he needed some help, or someone needed help. Plus, I can tell he meant no harm, so there’s no need to worry.”

      “Thank you…” Namjoon whispered, letting out a sigh of relief.

      “I’m Y/n,” You said, holding out your hand. He hesitated before shaking it, nodding his head. “You’re Namjoon, from what I heard. You also have a Yoongi, a Taehyung, and a Hoseok.”

      “Yeah…. The Persian Cat was Seokjin, and the bunny was Jungkook,” He explained, smiling.

      “And I’m Jimin!” I turned to see a boy walking in, head high and multi-colored tail twitching. He came over, grabbing your hand and placing his lips on top of it. “The Calico hybrid of the house.”

      “Yeah, the obnoxious one too,” Namjoon mumbled, glaring.

      “Pleasure to meet you, Jimin,” You said, flashing a smile.

      “Taehyung kidnapped a pretty one,” Jimin said, making your cheeks flare up.

      “How about we not use the word kidnapped anymore?” Namjoon said, raising his eyebrows in annoyance. “Kidnapping is bad, it’s a very bad thing.”

      You chatted with the two for a little, before moving on to talk to the rest. Taehyung apologized, but you told him it was really alright. You got to know these boys, their lives, how they met. It was actually quite refreshing. Getting to know them made you not want to leave.

      “Come on, it’s getting late,” Namjoon said. “I’ll take you back to the grocery store for your car.”

      “I’m sorry again…” Taehyung whispered, making you chuckle.

      “It’s really alright. It was actually really nice to meet you all,” You replied. You bit your lip, taking out a piece of paper and a pen and writing your phone number on it, handing it to the golden retriever hybrid. “If you guys need anything, anything at all… call me.”

      “Will do,” Taehyung said, flashing a smile. 

      You walked out the door, following Namjoon. This was the weirdest experience you’ve ever had and, honestly, you may have just made seven new friends because of it.

[samstrugglingwithlife]

There’s Always Tomorrow

Character: Sugawara

Genre: Comfort, Fluff

Warning: None

A/n: This is an emergency request for my sweet @ puppystiles . I hope you like it and I sincerely hope that you feel better my love!

Also I am well aware that the title sucks ass but I really wanted to call it something other than ‘comforting his S/O’ or something.

SUGAWARA

Today sucked. From the moment you woke up to now, nothing went your way, and it was getting to you. It got to the point that you refused to leave your bedroom and bawled your eyes out. You couldn't understand why life had to be such a bitch to you, you were a good person, and you didn't deserve this! It didn't help that Suga was not home at the moment, having left to study for his upcoming college exam in the library. You really wanted him to be here with you, but you didn't want to bother him. Suga was studying in the library, but he was starting to feel uneasy. He couldn't quite place his finger on it, but he was feeling his stomach churn with anxiety. Feeling the need to check up on you, he takes his cellphone out of his pocket and dials your number. You feel your phone vibrate right beside you as you're curled up on the bed and crying into your knees. You check the caller ID and gasp, quickly wiping your tears and repeating 'hello' until your voice sounds like you have not been sobbing into your knees for the past hour, you pick up the phone. "Hey babe!" you say, your tone faux cheerful. "Hey honey," he greets in a low voice since he was still in the library. "What's up? I-is everything okay?" you curse your voice for sounding so shaky. Suga frowns on the other end of the phone call, "Baby, are you okay?" he asks. "Y-yeah! Why wouldn't I be? I-I'm fine!" you chuckle nervously. "Y/n..." he says softly, coaxing you. You feel a lump forming in your throat and your eyes welling up, "I'm sad..." you mumble, your voice quivering as you finally start sobbing. "I'm coming home! Okay? Wait for me!" he tells you as he stands abruptly from his seat, the chair makes a screeching sound and all the other students glare at him, but Suga pays them no mind as he hurriedly shoves all his stuff in his backpack. He slings his bag over his shoulders and all but runs out of the library. He stops by your favourite restaurant to grab some food and reaches home in record time. You greet your boyfriend at the door and are surprised to see him panting. "D-did you run?" you asked incredulously. Suga grins and makes his way to you and instantly engulfs you in a tight hug, "Well the bus was going to arrive ten minutes later, and I couldn't wait!" He pulls back and lifts up the shopping bag to your eye level, "I brought dinner!" he exclaims happily. He serves up the food and watches you eat. Suga notices how downcast your expression is even when you eat your favourite food, no matter how you felt that food always brought a smile on your face, but you didn't even finish it right now. After you ate as much as you could, Suga dragged you to the couch and sat you down. He sat in front of you on the coffee table and took both your hands in his. "What's wrong, Bunny?" he said sweetly, his eyes and voice soft and gentle. You tear up again thinking how terrible your day went, a small whimper leaves your lips as you cry. "Hey, hey, hey. Don't cry! It's okay! I'm here!" he says with soft urgency as he wraps his arms around you and gently strokes your back. "You're okay," he hums in your ear. He waits until you've calmed down and then sits next to you, holding both your hands as you tell him how terrible your day went and how sad it made you feel. "I'm sorry that you had a bad day today, but it's gonna be a new day tomorrow, and you can start fresh!" he says enthusiastically. You snuggle closer into his arms as he kisses the top of your head.

As if a light bulb goes off in his head, Sugawara lights up. "I have an idea!" he says brightly. You look at him confusedly as Suga gets up from beside you and rummages through his backpack. He fishes out his notebook and several pens. Coming back to sit beside you, he tears out several blank pages and gives you a pen, you look at him questioningly. He found your cute puzzled face adorable, so he kisses your cheek. "On these papers, let's write down every complaint we have with today and then let's throw them in a big pot and burn them!" Your face perks up at the idea, "Sounds fun," you say; Suga picked up the small lift in your voice, and he beamed. The two of you get busy writing down all the bad things that happened today. As you scribble on the page, Suga looks at you and smiles softly at your concentrated expression. Once you're done, he brings out a big pot and a box of matches from the kitchen. You follow him to the balcony as he sets it on the floor and motions for you to throw all the papers in, you do as you're told. Then he lights up the match and gives it to you, "Set her on fire, your majesty!" you giggle at his tone and throw the lit match in the pot. As you watch the pages burn in the bright orange flames, you start to feel better bit by bit. It was as if you were burning the bad vibes of the day. "Negativity begone!" Suga shouted and waved his arms as if he was casting a spell. A loud laugh escapes you, and Suga grins, "There it is! There's my happy baby!" he beams as he wraps his arms tight around you and peppers your face in soft kisses. Later at night, when the two of you were snuggled in bed ready to fall asleep, you look at your boyfriend and ask, "You don't usually call me when you're at the library. How did you call me today of all days? How did you know I was sad?" Suga hums and strokes his chin as if in deep thought, "It's because we're connected... by our hearts."

[pettyprocrastination]

Neat Shoes Spencer Reid x Goth!POC!Reader

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Goth!POC!Reader

Summary: Spencer’s girlfriend has some fun choices in footwear, which he lets slip to the group technical analysis and his dear friend, Penelope Garcia.

Second fic in the Series The Genius and The Goth.

Read the first one here!

“You know those are my favorites.”

You looked up from the shoes in your closet with a grin. “Oh believe me baby, I know.”

Your style was loud, confident, and breathtaking. Reid had never seen you in an outfit that didn't get his heart racing. But your shoes? Your shoes were always the pièce de résistance.

Thick heels, shining silver clasps and a satisfying heavy thunk with each step. But the pair you had on now was his #1 favorite. 

You had them on when you first met him. Black leather shoes with a thick three-inch thick clear platform wedge on the bottom. The best part was-

“Which ones shall we go with today?” You asked him, painted nails skimming over a jar of toy dinosaurs to the one filled with fake spiders. 

The charms. 

Sure enough, those funky kicks had a neat little feature of a tiny slip on the bottom. This allowed you to pop open the bottom of the heel like a little secret door and fill the clear wedge with charms; different ones each day. Dice, toy soldiers, fake bugs, you name it. 

When you first met, they were filled with dungeons & dragons dice. 

Spencer looked over your shoulder as the jars, pressing a kiss into the crook of your neck. He swayed in place, arms wrapped around you in a silent dance of the morning. 

He hummed, eyes scanning the jars and smiling into your skin. “I don’t know about you, but it feels like a dice type of day to me.”

“D&D dice or regular dice?”

“D&D.” Spencer nipped at your neck and you laughed. 

“Feeling mystical are we?”

You grabbed the jar, unscrewing the lid. Spencer took your shoe in his hand, slipping the bottom open so you could pour the colored dice in. 

Once the shoes were full, You’d stand up and slip them on, holding Spencer's hand for balance as you did. 

You laughed when he crouched down and began to tie the laces.“You know you don’t have to do all this, right Spence? I’m a big girl and can tie my own laces.”

The way he would look up at you with a tiny chuckle and that earnest look made your knees knock together. 

“I know.” He said as he finished tying the bunny ears. “I just like helping you.”

When Spencer stood, he smiled at the difference. He always did. With the shoes on you were three inches taller than before, which made you tall enough to kiss his check without having to reach up or tug him down. 

“Come back home?”

You always said that.  Never ‘i’ll see you tonight.’ or ‘Be home soon.’ You knew his job was dangerous, and that he could be gone for days or weeks on a case only to be called back again in the morning. He knew you worried, and you knew he felt guilty for it. So you made sure never to make any promises he couldn’t keep. Even now, with crutches and confined to helping from Garcia’s side through the phone, you still worried. 

“Of course I will.”

“You're my bitch now.”

Morgan laughed at Garcia’s playfully sultry words spoken to the incapacitated doctor. Two cases ago, when defending a metropolitan surgeon from the vengeful father of a child he didn’t save, Reid had gotten shot in the leg. Nothing major was hit, but he was put on crutches for a few weeks and Hotch has insisted that he stayed at the Bau center at least for the next three cases so he could “regain his footing” after he lied about being cleared to fly.

The irony of his wording was not lost on him. 

But Spencer couldn't complain that much. He loved Penelope to bits, she was family just like the others. There were certainly worse people to spend his day seated with. He could still do his job effectively from her “Command Center of Coolness” as she called it. 

He was working on the geological profile when he heard an all to familiar rattle coming from Garcia. She sat in her chair, typing away on her computer while also bouncing her leg at maximum hyperspeed. Which in turn shook her foot, rattling the charms bounding around in her shoe with every jiggle. 

Her shoes. They were the exact ones you wore, except where yours were black, Garcia’s pair was a pretty pale pink.

“Neat shoes.” His voice was distant as he spoke, his mind already off the profile and focusing on the woman he left this morning wearing similar footwear. 

Garcia grinned and stuck her feet out with a delightful wiggle from left to right. “Thanks! I got them for eighty bucks! Which may not sound cheap but for these babies? An absolute steal!”

Spencer smiled and turned back toward the map he had been marking. “Oh believe me I know, my girlfriend has a pair just like those.”

Garcia froze, smile turning into an open gasp. “What!?” Spencer didn’t notice her shock, already hyper-focused back into working out the geological profile for Hotch, but he continued to speak without realizing what he just said. 

“Yeah. Although yours are pink and the pair she owns are blaaaa..” Spencer's voice trailed off as his body went rigid and it hit him what he had just said. 

His girlfriend. 

His girlfriend. 

He had just told Penelope Garcia that he was dating somebody. 

“Your WHAT!”

Her shrill shriek bounced off the walls of her tiny room of screens, effectively trapping spencer both physically and mentally. 

“I just meant-”

“You're dating somebody!”

“What?” Spencer's voice went an octave higher. “No, I’m not!” Garcia scoffed and raised her brows. 

“Then why did you say you have a girlfriend?”

Reid let out a nervous laugh. “Well, that’s a very good question! You see I-”

The phone began to ring, causing Spencer to jump up from his seat to answer. 

“HiHotchSpencerHereWaddyaNeed!”

Hotch pulled the phone away from his ear, cringing at the loud and panicked tone Reid shouted in. “Is everything okay over there Reid?”

“Actually-”

The doctor slapped his hand over Garcia’s mouth before she could say more. “Yup everything is great Hotch! What’s up?”

“Well, I-” He looked towards the others, who merely shrugged and offered confused faces. “Garcia I need a list of all the tattoo artists in town and those of which have done prison time for acts of animal cruelty.”

Spencer looked toward Garcia, hand still clamped over her mouth. 

“Garcia??”

“Please don't say anything to them.” He whispered. “I’m not ready to tell them yet but I will be. Please let me be the one to tell them.”

After a moment of pondering, the tech analyst nodded, Reid let out a breath of relief and let go of her. 

“Garcia are you alright?”

Garcia snatched the phone from Spencer’s hands, causing him to jump. “Nothing wrong here bossman! I’ll be sending that list towards you faster than you can say PETA.”

“Thank you.”

Garcia began to type away at her computer, searching through the prison database for the information Hotch needed. 

“Thank you for keeping quiet about this Penelope. I uh-” Spencer offered her a nervous smile. “-I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t sweat it boy wonder, but don’t you think it’ll be kind of hard to keep it quiet? “ Her eyes stayed on the monitor in front of her as she spoke. “I mean, you spend your day surrounded by profilers, they’ll figure out sooner or later.”

Spencer’s hands wrung the phone receiver nervously. That was a topic he had brought up to you. He insisted that it wasn’t that he was ashamed of you, it was just that-

“My friends can be a little overbearing is all.” You took a bite out of your slice of pizza and shrugged. It had been date night when he brought the conversation up. The two of you decided to stay in for the night and watch movies instead of going out. “I don’t want them to be overly judgmental or suffocating on you.”

“Spence, they're your family.” You corrected, wiping your hands on your napkin before moving to take his hands in your own. “I’d expect them to be protective over you. But I'll be happy to meet them whenever you're ready for it.”

Spencer smiled, relaxing into your lap. “Thank you, really.”

“It’s no problem brainiac. Now quit moping during Lord of The Rings.”

“I just want to be able to tell them on my own accord.” He said. Penelope noticed the soft smile on his face and nudged his foot with her own. 

“Well if she has shoes like these, she’s alright in my book.” She joked. “It’s clear she must have good tastes. But I already knew that since she’s dating you, handsome.”

Spencer laughed. “Yeah uh, thanks Garcia. For understanding, really.”

She pointed her pen at him, the fluffy ball on top wobbling as she did. “No problem sugar, but don’t you think this means I’m letting you off the hook, doctor. Believe me when I say I’ll be doing a background check on this mystery girl.”

Spencer chuckled and nodded his head. “Yeah, yeah I know Garcia, don’t think I could even stop you if I tried.”

“Oh, you couldn’t.” She laughed. “I’m like a shadow, baby! A tech shadow that lurked in binary code and-” She froze, looking at the receiver then back to the handset Spencer still held in his left hand. “-oh damn.”

“What?” He jumped forward, eyes scanning her computer screen for whatever it was that frightened her. “What’s wrong.”

“Uh, Spence?”

“Yeah?”

She raised a finger, pointing to the still red light on the receiver of the phone. “You uh, you never hung up the phone sweetie.”

Spencer looked down at the phone in his hands, the sudden dooming realization that not only had he poured his heart out to Penelope, but also to his entire team. In a panic, he slammed the handset down into the receiver. 

Hotch looked towards the others in the room, most of which sported looks of shock to big grins. “Nobody mention this until the case is over, you hear me? We need everybody to remain focused.”

“Yes, sir.”Prentiss laughed as she and Morgan went off to interview a suspect. Morgan saluted their unit chief with a grin. “Of course, we’re professionals after all.”

JJ looked up from her file with an exasperated smile. “You guys are going to call him as soon as the case is over, aren’t you?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Without a doubt.”

Authors Note: Another one for the Goth!gf gang!!! Anyways this is another fic in the series and I intend to do more! So far it may just be oneshots that sort of play off eachother so if you want to send me requests for this or headcanons to go off of or anything PLEASE DO! I love hearing from your guys and yall are my inspiration so uuhhh do that. Anyways, my semester is almost over thank GOD. Hopefully then I’ll be able to relax a bit before my summer classes start up. Love you all and hope youre staying safe and healthy in this tough times, much love and serotinin to you all!!<3

[henryobsessed]

The Borrower and Her Bean - Part 12

Summery: Henry is now borrower size and having to work out how to look after Kal.

Word count: 1100

A/N Thank you for your support :) 

 Part 11 - Part 13

Melina gathered her courage, realising that she was more clothed than Henry. Red-faced she asked "where are my clothes now?" he pointed to the balcony of the dolls house and there she could see he had carefully laid them over the railing to dry. Henry's deep voice drew her back to face him "I bought some barbie doll clothes for you and for your brothers, they are in the dolls house hanging in the cupboard, maybe you could find some clothes for me in there?" taking a deep breath she instructed Henry to look away, once she was convinced he was, she stood up out of the sheet. Moving past Kal she stroked his furry cheek and cooed "Don't worry bear, well get you some food you just have to hang in there." she watched as his eye focused on her before looking back at his owner.

As she walked through the folds of the blanket towards the bridge, she thought about how strange It must be for Kal hearing his master and seeing a tiny creature talking to him. Treading carefully along the bridge making sure not to look down she finally reached her clothes. She breathed a sigh of relief as the last pieces of her garments were back on her body. Now no longer embarrassed she moved quickly into the house. Moving from her room into a section of the hallway she could see another bedroom across from hers. It was identical to her room, in the cupboard she found shorts and shirts hanging as well as some sweat pants. Deciding on the sweat pants and a shirt she tucked them under her arm and made the journey back to Henry.

Henry was mortified, all he seemed to do was mess up with lina. He wanted so much to impress her, to show her how much he like her but instead he kept making mistakes. Now he was her size maybe he would finally be able to get to know her without all the fear associated with their normal size differences. He watched as she walked back towards him, running a hand through Kals hair as she passed. It was weird seeing Kal from this angle he really could be terrifying but Lina seemed to bring a calming presence to his furry friend. Reaching Henry, she handed him the clothes. He put the sweats on under the covers then stood to put on the shirt. Even as a small person he found the shirt fit only just, with his chest pushing at the buttons. He laughed to himself thinking 'What's new'.

Melina and Henry were now standing in the middle of the bed, both trying to work out the problem at hand. Melina found that even though her bean was now borrower size he was still a lot taller than her, her face came up to his shoulders. Looking up at him she asked " So tell me, what would you normally do if you were Human size" scrunching up his nose he said "well I would open the bag, and scoop out a cup for him and put it in his bowl. My concern is that even if we can manage to do that the bag is on an upper shelf so Kal does not get into it and eat the whole lot. Outside of his food he's pretty easy, he has a doggy door to go outside and his water bowl fills when it's below a certain level. Still, food and walks that's going to be a real problem."

Scratching her chin Melina wondered aloud "So, what would you do if you had to go away for a while and your family could not take Kal? Would someone come here?" Already knowing the answer he replied quickly "I have a doggy sitter that sometimes comes over and takes Kal for a walk and feeds him." she smiled at him, a smile that never ceased to make him smile back " Well how do you contact her?" beginning to see what she was suggesting, he responded "My phone, do you think we can make it work?" he remembered she had been able to start and stop the movie using her hand so maybe they could work out how to text on his phone.

Nodding Melina confirmed "Yes, I think so let's give it a go" moving together they walked to the edge of the bed. Henry peered over the edge. It still amazed him the difference between last night sitting and swinging his legs into bed compared to now having to find a way to climb down the cliff-like edge. Suddenly hit with dizziness he edged away back towards Melina. "Ummm so how do you get up and down?" he watched as she moved to the chain of his blinds "We climb down this way" as she grabbed hold and started to move down the ball and chain. Moving to the chain he watched as she reached the bottom, reminding himself of all the stunts he had done he took a fortifying breath and reached for the chain. Using his upper body strength he rested his feet on each ball and began to lower himself down the string. As his feet landed on the ground he looked back up whispering to himself "Wow" He heard a chuckle next to him looking down into her sparkling eyes he echoed her smile.

Together they walked towards the stairs, again Henry was made aware of how difficult it was for the borrowers to move around his house. The normally easy to climb stairs became a journey that took them 10mins to climb down. Each step became an effort as they lowered themselves down the 7-inch drop. A floating thought ran through his mind at each step as he remembered the cup of Ice, how did they manage to get it to his room. By the time they reached the bottom he was breathing hard, this really was a great workout. Now walking towards the living room where he had last seen his iPhone it truly hit him how small he was. Everything looked like towering skyscrapers. Wondering along the edge of the couch he could see the dust bunnies underneath that he had missed whilst cleaning.

There on the table was his phone now normally that would not be a problem but now to Henry, it seemed an impossible climb. Remembering how he had lifted Melina whilst she was sleeping in the chair to be on the table he wondered if that would have trapped her there. He watched as Melina walked around looking at all the angles. Coming back towards him she smiled "It will be ok, we just need to go get my shoestring rope and hook. But that means you will probably meet my family as they will be probably where my stuff is." a sheepish blush crept up her face at the mention of her family and Henry was not sure he was ready but Kal needed there help. So instead he sucked up his courage and said "well lead on Lina"

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@fredsythe i am writing u some sappy shit in my work meeting <3

FP wakes up with warm sun beaming on his closed eyelids. He can tell where he is by the warmth heating up his face and hair and the softness of the duvet over him, and it isn’t the trailer park. He’s in the safest place in the world. For a moment he lays still in the sunbeam, listening to the faint murmur of life from downstairs, the birds outside the window. 

He sits up - barely - and the sense of comfort vanishes as the soreness of his body makes itself known. His arm throbs when he moves it, his shoulder twinging badly and a sharp pain rocketing down his leg from his hip. The stiffness in his neck is so bad that he can only look forwards. Sucking in air between his teeth, he manages to get to a sitting position, massaging his sore neck and stretching the worst of the stiffness out of his arms and legs. 

“Morning.” It’s Fred, pulling a shirt on over his head as he wanders over from the direction of the closet. FP glances down at himself and remembers he’s wearing Fred’s clothes - he’s in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that are recognizably his friend’s. Fred climbs onto the bed with FP and sits very close to him, his eyes bright and worried. FP can tell just by the swelling that he has a mega bruise over one eye, and Fred’s eyes trace it worriedly. 

FP reaches for his package of cigarettes on the nightstand, and Fred silently places a dirty mug from the Andrews kitchen into his lap to use as an ashtray. Fred ordinarily hates when FP smokes in his room - mom and pop Andrews get suspicious when the cigarette smell clings to his clothes, and Fred’s not a big fan of how it lingers either. But he doesn’t say anything this morning. There are dark hollows under Fred’s eyes that suggest he slept a lot worse than FP did last night.

“How are you feeling?” Fred tries. 

“M’ fine,” FP says casually, summoning a tough-guy bravado to compensate for the tenderness opening in his chest. Fred didn’t have to take him in last night, sneak him upstairs at two in the morning with blood all over him to run him the world’s quietest bath and scrub the blood out of his hair. He didn’t have to give FP clothes to sleep in either, tuck him into bed and probably spend the whole night cleaning the mess they’d made of the bathroom. But he had. Always would. “Motherfuckers are going to be sorry they didn’t stop before I was dead.”

He doesn’t offer anything more. Fred doesn’t need the details of the fight he was in last night, how he’d had far too much to drink before and after, self-medicating with his dad’s whiskey to the point that he felt comfortable wandering up to the Northside to impose on his best friend. He never shows up here unless he’s really drunk, even though Fred begs him to come whenever there’s trouble. Would have moved FP in already if FP would let him. 

“How’s your head?” Fred’s in his lap now, his fingers so gently searching the sides of FP’s face. 

“Better,” FP can feel his tough-guy act melting, helpless in the path of all that kindness. He compensates by giving Fred a shove off of his lap - gentle, playful, but firm. He grabs Fred’s chin and leans in for a kiss, sneaking his tongue into his mouth. 

“You taste like an ashtray.” Fred’s turn to push him off now, laughing, but he has that sappy look in his eyes again, all the dazed love and admiration that FP’s never felt like he deserved. It makes his heart beat a little faster, his palms heating up and his face flushing red. 

“I should go.” FP slips off the bed and crosses the room to the window, his bare legs missing the warmth of the blankets immediately. “My clothes?” 

Fred stays sitting on the bed where FP had been, his knees drawn up to his chest. He tilts his chin to a gym bag sitting on his desk chair - FP can just see the bloody sleeve of the shirt he came in, safely wadded with the rest of his ruined clothes somewhere Fred’s parents wouldn’t see immediately if they were investigating. FP picks it up gratefully. 

“You don’t want to change into pants?” Fred’s got his chin on his knees, looking like a little kid. “It’s cold out.”  

“Fine.” FP sticks the cigarette into the corner of his mouth and rummages through Fred’s top drawer, taking out a pair of black jeans that Fred rarely wears. He hops into them and leaves the fly unbuttoned - Fred’s pants barely fit him as it is. 

“Take my jacket,” Fred offers. 

“Nah.” FP pulls the grey t-shirt he’s wearing down to cover the crotch of his pants, rummaging through the clammy, blood-soaked wad of clothes in the bag to find his own pitifully insufficient fall jacket. “That’s why I bought it in black.” 

“You sure?” Fred’s pleading eyes are so wide he could drown in them. 

“Can’t let you be cold, can I? See you in a few.” 

FP opens the window above Fred’s desk, letting in a blast of cold air, and climbs out onto the roof. It’s morning in the suburbs - cars are already passing up and down the street, a mailman trudging down the snowy sidewalk. Fortunately, FP’s hidden from the street by the slope of the second-floor roof and the chimney, which he follows around the roof of the house until he can scoot down the roof and drop, undetected, into Fred’s backyard. He lands near the covered barbecue, on a pile of paving stones that have been sitting there since the spring. The landing jostles all his injuries and he almost cries out, biting his lip to keep from shouting. 

He slinks around to the front yard, walking up the shovelled path that leads to the Andrews front door. There are pink stains here and there in the snow, vibrant in the morning light - blood that had been caked on his boots and dripping from his waist when he’d made this walk in the middle of last night. FP kicks all the pink aside into a snowdrift, meandering slowly up to the porch. When the last traces of his own blood are clear, he lifts his wrist and knocks lightly on the front door, the snowy Christmas wreath swinging slightly against the wood. 

Bunny answers the door with a big smile - big enough to make him feel wildly guilty for what’s becoming a routine deception. The hall behind her is well-lit and homey, casting a gold halo around her blonde hair. The smell of pancakes and syrup drifts out to him. 

“Morning, FP!” She turns to call up the stairs. “FRED! FP’S HERE! GET MOVING! I’m sorry about him.” She turns back to FP. “Won’t you come in for some pancakes?” 

He could - his hungover stomach is practically begging for it - but he shakes his head. He’s cold already - the still-wet blood on his coat is icing over and clinging to his freezing arms. Fred comes hurrying down the stairs immediately, his much warmer jacket on and his backpack slung over one shoulder. FP can feel Bunny eyeing how thin his jacket is, but she doesn’t say anything. 

“Love you, mom.” Fred kisses her quickly. 

“Fred, don’t you want breakfast?” 

“They’ll feed us at school. Christmas party.” Until then, FP had forgotten it was the last day of classes before vacation. Fred kisses her again and herds them both out the door, his hand very carefully guiding the hollow of FP’s back. His touch is gentle, barely-there, conscious of the bruises all over FP’s body. 

They walk quietly through the deep snowdrifts and slush towards the school. Every so often Fred looks up at him, his gaze wide and questioning, but FP conscientiously avoids meeting his eye. 

“What?” he growls finally, turning around when Fred’s pleading eyes become too much to bear. He picks up a handful of fluffy snow and tosses it at him, purposefully letting his aim go wide so it only sprinkles lightly over Fred’s shoulder. He gives the same shoulder a playful shove. 

“You know what,” Fred replies softly, letting FP shove him without reacting. The three unsaid words that those three are unabashedly standing in for make FP blush. He quickens his pace, his hands shoved in his pockets, staring at the ground. Fred catches up to him and links their arms. They walk shoulder to shoulder, keeping the gesture of affection hidden between their huddled bodies as they approach the school. 

“You sure you’re okay?” Fred follows him to their seats at the back of the class when they arrive - to FP’s delight, he walks right by Hermione without a second glance, who had been perched on the edge of her desk at the front of the room as to be immediately visible when they walked in. He sits down but swivels immediately in his chair so he can face FP, who sat directly behind him. 

“Yeah.” FP doesn’t have a bookbag or even a pen - but he has high hopes that he won’t need either for this last day of school. He waves his hand as though the injuries that had left blood all over Fred’s bathroom were no more than a papercut. “Don’t worry so much.” 

Fred gives him a look, but says nothing. He turns when the teacher walks in, but leans back in his chair so that he’s slumped against the front of FP’s desk, the fine little hairs at the back of his neck directly in FP’s eyeline. FP traces shapes on his back with his finger throughout the lesson. 

[pocket-luv101]

Ransom || Part 3

Fandom: Servamp Ship: KuroMahi Characters: Kuro, Mahiru

Summary: Mahiru is kidnapped by the mafia. He learns that Kuro is being forced to work with the mafia. He hoped he could convince him to help him escape. {KuroMahi, Mafia AU}

Part 1 || Part 2 || (Part 3) || Part 4

“Seven cats, three bunnies, twelve birds and one dog. In three weeks, you turned this room into an animal sanctuary. You said that you liked animals but I never imagined it would be this much.” Kuro moved a cat off the couch so he could sit next to Mahiru. His reply was a sly grin as he handed him a game controller. “At least Zeus gave us a larger room so we don’t have to sleep among the animals.”

“The birds are in cages and the bunnies have a large pen so they can’t make the room a mess. The seven sins are well behaved as well. Isn’t that right, Sloth?” Mahiru asked the cats at their feet. He had named them each of the cats after one of the seven sins. Cerberus sat between them and rolled its large body onto his lap. His behaviour made Mahiru chuckle and rubbed its stomach.

When he was taken to the mafia’s headquarters, he had been frightened and confused. Mahiru was surprised by how comfortable he became after a little time had passed. He managed to find a small haven within the sterile walls. Kuro was one of the things that made him feel normal despite how strange his situation was? He slowly opened up to him and they were able to talk like normal friends.

“I wonder what the mafia will do with this game system after I leave.” Mahiru scrolled through the menu’s option to start the game. “Maybe I can talk with Zeus and convince him to let you take it home. The mafia has no need for video games but your siblings would enjoy them. Half of the game’s progress belongs to you, after all.”

“When you leave…” Kuro softly repeated the words to himself. He wasn’t a part of their world so he knew he would return to his own life eventually. He knew it was best for Mahiru’s safety but he would miss him. Instead of voicing his feelings, Kuro said: “I liked having an excuse from work. Spending time with you is better than chasing down drug lords for the money they owe us.”

“You don’t seem like the type of person who would do bad things willingly, Kuro.” Mahiru said and looked up at him. “I consider you my friend. You’ve done so much for me and I want to repay you. When I go home, I don’t want to leave you behind. People say that my uncle is an influential member of another mafia group and he will help if I tell him what you’ve done for me. We can both be free.”

“You can’t save me like you did with these animals, Mahiru. My situation is more complicated than simply leaving and you’ll just be pulled deeper into the mafia world if you try to help me. You might get hurt. I’ve been in the mafia since I was a teenager so I can survive in this world.” The concern in his red eyes squeezed Mahiru’s heart and he wished there was something he could do for him.

Kuro placed his hand over Mahiru’s and gave him a sad smile. “This month long break from the mafia means a lot to me. You don’t need to do anything more.”

“When I talked to my uncle, he told me that the negations are going well and he’ll be able to pick me up in a few weeks. In case you change your mind before then and you want to run away with me, please tell me.” Mahiru was well aware of how dangerous Kuro’s job was since the mafia group was infamous in the news. “It’ll be unlikely that we’ll be able to talk after I’m gone. I’ll miss playing video games with you.”

An alarm blared above them and the loud caused Mahiru to jump in his seat. He didn’t know what the siren meant but it was likely something bad from the expression that Kuro made. He stood and quickly dialed someone on his phone. Kuro’s tone turned flat as he spoke. “Someone triggered the alarm. Can you tell where the intruder is and how many they are?”

Mahiru wasn’t able to hear the person on the phone but Kuro’s replies made him worried. “Five intruders from the Sinnoh region? Shit, Hades and Zeus are still on their mission… I’m the most qualified to deal with them so I’ll go… If they’re on the floor beneath us, I can use the hidden passage to sneak up on them… Position a few men at the door… Keep watching them on the monitor, Hermes.”

Kuro marched directly to the door but Mahiru hugged his arm before he could leave. He looked down into his desperate, brown eyes and he realized the conversation must’ve scared him. He had slipped back into his role as a mafia member. Mahiru’s eyes brought him back and he gently touched his soft hair. “I need to go. Stay here where it’s safe.”

“It’s you that I’m worried for, Kuro. You said that there were five intruders and it’s dangerous for you to face them on your own. Shouldn’t you ask the others for help?” Kuro wanted to reassure Mahiru that he would be safe. On the other hand, it was dangerous for him to linger or else the intruders could venture further into the building.

“I’ll be fine, Mahiru, I’ve managed to take care of myself for this long.” Kuro took Mahiru’s hand and gently opened his hand. He placed a key on his palm. “This is the key to your room. Lock it after I leave and don’t let anyone in. Cerberus, watch after Mahiru while I’m gone.”

Kuro slipped his hand from Mahiru’s and the loss of his warmth affected Mahiru more than he thought it would. The warmth comforted him and gave him strength. He closed his hand as if he could hold onto that warmth a little longer. Mahiru followed him to the doorway and he saw how people were running down the hall. The intruders were likely dangerous for them to cause such a panic.

Kuro walked to the wall across from Mahiru’s door and ran his hand over the cold steel. He looked back to Mahiru and said, “Lock the door and don’t let anyone in.”

While he didn’t say anything further, it was clear to Mahiru that he wouldn’t open the secret door to leave until he closed the door. He didn’t want him to know about the passageway and follow him into danger. Mahiru also understood everyone’s rush to capture the intruders so he reluctantly closed the door between them. He lifted the key to the doorknob but he didn’t lock the door.

The thought of running after Kuro crossed his mind. At the same time, even he knew that it would be reckless and fool hearted to do so. He had never been in a fight in his life and he could cause more trouble for Kuro. He found it difficult to simply sit in his room and wait for Kuro to return when he knew that he was in danger. Mahiru didn’t have

He felt a light nudge against his leg and he looked down to Cerberus. The dog licked his hand and Mahiru knelt down to gently pat its head. Mahiru didn’t know if it fully understood the situation and he sighed. “Kuro is a high ranking member of the mafia so he must be strong and experienced. I still want to make sure that he’s safe. Do you want to go as well?”

Cerberus barked and Mahiru wanted to believe that it was encouraging him. He stood with the decision to follow Kuro. He reasoned that he would only watch him from afar to make sure that he was safe. Mahiru searched the room for something he could use as a weapon in case the situation became dangerous. He picked up a book and walked out of the room with Cerberus next to him.

The hallway was a chaos with people running by so they didn’t notice him leave his room. Mahiru stared at the wall with the secret passage that Kuro used to reach the lower floor quickly. At first glance, he couldn’t see anything different about the panels that could be used to open it. He skimmed his hand over the cold wall. He heard a soft click when he pressed against the wall yet it didn’t open for him.

Mahiru didn’t want to give up and frantically tried a few ways to open the hidden door. The wall shifted slightly so he slid the panel upwards as he pressed down on it. His eyes widened when the wall lifted higher as he put more pressure on it. He immediately slipped into the small opening and Cerberus followed behind him. He found himself in a dimly lit stairway.

Kuro mentioned that the intruders were on the floor beneath them and Mahiru traced the steps he would’ve taken. He reached another door and there was a handle at the bottom. Mahiru pulled the door up until there was a crack large enough for him to peak through. He placed his book beneath the door to prop it open and then crouched down to peer outside.

He wanted to make sure that Kuro was safe and watched him from a distance. Mahiru immediately spotted Kuro fighting a man he didn’t recognize. There were several people on the ground and they were likely intruders that he had already defeated. He knew that Kuro held the title ‘Hades’ among the mafia and he Mahiru could easily see how he earned it. His movements were fluid as he took down another man. Kuro didn’t use his gun and simply knocked out each person.

“Troublesome.” Kuro muttered as he took down the last intruder. He waved to a few members who were barracking the north wing. “Tie these guys up and take them to the prison underground. Interrogate them to ask if there are more intruders we don’t know of.”

Mahiru was relieved that Kuro wasn’t hurt and he placed his hand over his heart. He hadn’t realized that his heartbeat had quickened so much. He started to lean away to return to his room now that he didn’t have to worry about Kuro. Then, he noticed that one of the intruders had regained consciousness and he was reaching for a gun. Kuro was speaking with Makabe so his back was turned to the person.

“Kuro, watch out!” Mahiru called as he threw the door open. At the sound of his voice, the person jumped to his feet and grabbed a mafia member standing nearby. They all froze when he pressed the gun against the person’s temple. The threat was clear and Kuro cursed beneath his breath. His mind raced to find a way to free the hostage without endangering the others around them.

The intruder’s attention was on Kuro while Mahiru was standing behind him. His red eyes met with Mahiru’s brown ones and he prayed that he would return to the hidden passage. He could be hurt if the situation turned to a shootout. Kuro took out his gun and tried to de-escalate the situation. “Mel, it’s going to be okay. Stay still. Everyone, get to safety and I’ll deal with this one.”

His eyes didn’t leave Mahiru and he prayed that he understood that he was also speaking to him. At least he was safe with the gunman’s back to him.

Mahiru gripped his book and his fingers trembled from how tightly he held it. He was scared but he couldn’t force his legs to move. While the man had the person hostage, Kuro couldn’t fight the man properly. He needed to find a way to save the person or take the gun from him. He slowly stepped forward and he was careful not to make a sound to draw attention to himself.

Once he was closer, he lifted the book but he didn’t strike the man. Instead, Mahiru hurled the book next to the man’s head to distract him. He took advantage of the distraction by grabbing the man’s wrist and pulling it away from the hostage. Mahiru used all of his strength to wrestle the gun away from him and he lifted it above his head. Cerberus bit the man’s leg to help Mahiru.

A gunshot rang out between and the sound made Mahiru wince. He thought that the gun had gone off during the struggle. Mahiru wasn’t hurt but the intruder called out in pain. The man let go of the gun and it flew across the room. He realized that the gunshot was from Kuro who shot the man’s hand. “Cerberus, fetch that gun!”

The dog bounded forward and picked up the gun in its mouth. Mahiru didn’t see any reason to continue fighting the man and he turned to run away. He was only able to take a few steps before he roughly gripped his shoulder. “Kuro!”

Immediately after Mahiru called his name, the grip on his shoulder disappeared. Kuro stepped between them and knocked the man unconscious with a powerful punch. He didn’t give the man another glance and focused on Mahiru. He wrapped his arm around his waist and walked him far away from the man. “What are you doing here, Mahiru? You should be in your room where it’s safe. You could’ve—”

Kuro stopped when Mahiru gripped his shirt. He thought he wanted to tell him something and he looked down at him. His face was pale and his body was trembling slightly. He had never been in such a dangerous situation and his heart was racing. The adrenaline he had caused him to shake even though he knew he was safe now.

Gently, Kuro gathered Mahiru in his arms and held him against his chest. He rubbed his back where he could feel how tense he was through his clothes. “You’re safe, Mahiru. I’m sorry I yelled at you for leaving your room but I was so scared something would happen to you. But that man can’t hurt you. You stopped him and saved Mel.”

“When he touched me,” Mahiru spoke in a quiet but broken voice. “I was in that alley where they kidnapped me.”

“Mahiru…” He whispered his name because he didn’t know what else he could say to comfort him. “I’m sorry.”

Mahiru laid in his bed later that night. Even though he was tired, his mind felt restless and he couldn’t fall asleep. A deep sigh escaped him as he rolled onto his back to stare at the tall ceiling. Cerberus laid at his feet and its soft snoring filled the room. He wished that he could sleep soundly as well but the events of the afternoon replayed itself in his mind. He didn’t regret going after Kuro to help him but being grabbed by the man brought back a terrible memory.

The bed shifted beneath him but Cerberus hadn’t moved. Mahiru wasn’t scared by the sudden change since his other pets hadn’t reacted to the new presence. He opened his eyes and his vision was filled with Kuro’s concerned expression. “Sorry. Did I wake you? I was worried that you couldn’t sleep after everything that happened and I wanted to check on you.”

Mahiru sat up in bed and faced Kuro. “You’re safe. The person he held hostage wasn’t hurt. I should be relieved that it’s over but my hands start to shake whenever I think about it.”

“You’ve been here for a while but this mafia business isn’t your life. You’re not used to it.” He was the bravest person he knew. Yet, seeing how shaken he was now, he was reminded that Mahiru was different from him. Kuro placed his hand over his and tenderly ran his thumb over his fingers. The light touch comforted Mahiru and his hand stopped shaking. “Mahiru, are you afraid of heights?”

“No.” Mahiru answered. He was slightly confused by the question and he tilted his head in confusion. Kuro stood from the bed and held out his hand to him. He didn’t know what he had planned but he trusted him so he placed his fingers on his palm. He drew a small circle over his skin and asked, “Are you going to take me somewhere?”

“My favourite place in the mafia building. It’s on the roof so I want to make sure you don’t get more scared today. The fresh air might help you after everything that happened.” Kuro explained. They returned to his room once the intruders were in custody so they couldn’t go on their usual walk. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around Mahiru’s shoulder. “It’s cold.”

“Thank you, Kuro.” He smiled and slipped his arms through the sleeves. They walked to the door and Kuro carefully peered outside to see if there was anyone in the hall. He worried that someone would see them and report to Touma that they sneaked out. He didn’t want him to assign someone else to watch Mahiru since he broke the rules.

Kuro held Mahiru’s hand as they made their way down the hall where the stairway was. He considered taking him to the roof using the hidden passageway but he thought it would make Mahiru uncomfortable. They climbed the stairs and Kuro kept his pace slow so Mahiru could keep up with him. The mafia’s headquarters was tall and they needed to ascend several floors to reach the roof.

He didn’t feel tired from walking up so many steps because he could feel Mahiru’s giddy excitement. His smile was contagious and Kuro hoped he would like the view. He opened the door and his heart dropped when he saw that there was already someone smoking on the roof. They stood a distance from them and the night was dark so he didn’t recognize the person immediately. He turned around to pull the hood of his jacket over Mahiru’s head to hide him from the person’s view.

“What are you doing here, Kuro? You’re never up this late. The person next to you must be Mahiru. Are you two trying to escape?” Touma turned around when he heard the door open. He put out his cigarette before he walked to them. “There isn’t a way to escape through the roof and you two must be intelligent enough to know that. I’ll assume you’re here for something else. Don’t stay up too late. I will be busy with a report on my mission but I will know if you spent all night up here.”

“We weren’t able to walk Cerberus today so I thought we could take our hour of freedom now.” Mahiru said but he knew the excuse was useless when they didn’t have the dog with them. He was surprised to see Touma chuckle and then pat his head.

“You don’t need to explain anything to me. I heard about the intruders and how you helped stop them, Mahiru. Spend as much as you need here and watch the stars with Hades, Persephone.” Touma said and he left the roof. He closed the door before Mahiru could respond to him. Others would tease him for being so close with Kuro but it was beginning to fluster him.

Mahiru blushed and he pulled the fur lining of his hood over his cheeks to hide it. He glanced to Kuro in the corner of his eyes and hoped that he thought the blush was only caused by the cold. “He’s gone so we have the roof to ourselves, Kuro. You said that you wanted to show me your secret spot.”

“It’s the view above us.” He said and then he guided him to a bench nearby and they sat down. Mahiru tilted his head back to stare at the stars and the portrait made of a thousand stars was stunning. He lifted his hand and traced a constellation in the sky. While his attention was on the sky, Kuro was staring at him and the wonder in his expression.

“Thank you for taking me out here to stargaze, Kuro. Something so simple can be beautiful. I can’t remember the last time I stopped and looked at the stars.” Mahiru leaned his head against Kuro’s shoulder and breathed in the crisp air. With the sky above them and the night so quiet, he could almost believe that they were anywhere but in the mafia’s headquarters.

“How do you feel about everything? You don’t have to tell me if you’re uncomfortable but it might help you to talk about it.” Kuro wasn’t able to find the right words to comfort him but he thought taking him to the roof would make him smile again. In the past, he would help him but a part of him would try to keep his distance from Mahiru. He didn’t know when his happiness became so important to him.

“Can we talk about that later?” Mahiru took Kuro’s hand and laced their fingers together. “For now, I want to watch the stars with you.”

Kuro nodded and changed the topic. “What’s your favourite constellation? I learned a lot about the Greek myths behind constellations from my time here so I can tell you about it.”