#and he cant wait to 'continue his relationship' with him...... on AND off the field. . . how explicit.
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jrueships ¡ 2 years ago
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I JUST ZOOMED IN ON ANOTHER PICTURE AND IT IS HAIR OMG I THOT IT WAS LIKE. A NARUTO HEADBAND OR SMTHIN 😭😭
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' stefs gonna stef ' aka ' brats gonna brat '
#im so stupid#anyways#wow i cant believe we got basically josh allen telling us how much he admires his bratty lil diggs for one whole minute#imagine the shit he says off camera for MORE than one minute huh !!#'stef diggs' lol#i love how concerned the reporter sounds when he asks if everythings good 😭.. he is for THE TUMBLR STREETS!! FR!!!#allens little smile when he hears abt the cryptic posts... hes so sick for that. all the bills fans screaming and seething at diggs tweets#n josh the guy who should be most concerned is just mildly entertained.... Insane. diggs keeps scratchin him n he doesnt even care#i know that fucks stef up so bad. thats hilarious actually. stef spewing molten hot lava at allen n allens just :) the whole time#'he wants the ball 24/7' bro. just call him an attentionwh*re atp LMAO??? it's ok we all know u love him 4 that#been sayin that this whole interview brodie now just say ure his ***** .. smh. sayin how much he wants ur balls. wow#most polite way to say hes a c*ckhungry **** and ure more than ready to please him on that. CRAZY. CRAZY!!#stef at coachella losin his FUCKING mind rn. rolling around on the ground clawing at the runways RIPPIN them up#his brothers trying to console him#diggs did ALL THAT drama just for allen (who has his OWN drama) to dismiss it and poor little meowmeow him completely#diggs on his hands and knees screaming at the ground bcs allen just being happy with him and not mad at all#jus claiming him n knowing him so well.. why was that almost hotter than him being mad.. diggs is FLOUNDERING at this!!!#great josh. now diggs is gonna tweet something insidious again. trying to convince us hes still evil.#gonna plead his brothers to help him stir up some attention again. theyre so tired of it#'hes the best receiver in the league' 'lookin forward to continuing our relationship on n off the field' 🤨#diggs/allen#what do u 🧐. what do u Mean🤔 by that 🤨. i cant believe josh just called diggs the best bttm in the league..#and he cant wait to 'continue his relationship' with him...... on AND off the field. . . how explicit.#<- literally abt normal football terms
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illfoandillfie ¡ 4 years ago
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Pet Names, Double Dates and Other Fiascos
READ PLATONICALLY
Request:  SECOND ARO FIC OH MY GOD !!!! maybe them getting a lil dirty and ben really does a number on reader, so he takes her to mcdonalds or sumn and the waiter says something along the lines of “you’re such a cute couple!” and reader gets really uncomfortable with it maybe??? and ben being taking her home and cuddling her PLATONICALLY and he’s like “it’s ok we don’t need to let anyone else’s opinions affect us”
Pairing: Aromantic!Fem!Reader x Ben Hardy
Summary:  It's (nearly) all fun and games until someone assumes your relationship is romantic.
Warnings: Smut, kitchen sex, floor sex, oral sex (f receiving), a mild hint at choking, vaguely dom!Ben but not intentionally lmao, discussions of aromanticism and queerplatonic relationships, not as dialogue heavy as the first part though. 
Words: 7, 264
A/N: Happy Arospec Awareness Week!! Big thanks to the anon who sent in that request when I asked for ideas for future chapters. I put a little bit of a twist on your idea but it’s fundamentally the same. Also the last scene is one that I’ve been thinking about for literal months now and I finally managed to fit it into a fic! 
As always, if you’re curious about anything to do with aromanticism I am very happy to talk about it and answer questions! 
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The day had started off well. You woke with Ben tucked up under your arm, his legs curled up towards his chest since you’d stole the covers as you’d slept. Your face was pressed against the back of his neck and you felt him shift as you sighed sleepily and tried to keep from waking. Squeezing your eyes shut and pretending you hadn’t stirred must have worked because the next thing you knew was waking up to an empty bed and tinkly tapping sounds from somewhere else in the apartment. Groggily you shuffled out from the inviting comfort of the mattress, stretched, and pulled down the hem of the shirt you’d slept in to better cover your otherwise bare thighs before following the noises. You found Ben, still in his pyjamas (well, his boxer briefs) in the kitchen, dropping a couple of toasted waffles onto a plate, humming to himself.
“That for me?” you asked, stifling a yawn. “It can be,” he said, passing the plate to you with a quick kiss on your cheek, “There’s some cut up fruit and the maple syrup out on the coffee table and there’s coffee brewing over there,” “Thanks Benny,” “You’re welcome, Puddin’,” “Puddin’?” “I thought it was cute,” “Very cute.” You laughed as you reached for your coffee, unable to help but smile as you left the room. The first few months of your partnership had taken some adjusting and one thing Ben had decided he would do to make you both feel more at home with the dynamic was to come up with some non-romantic based terms of endearment for you. You’d vetoed things like baby and honey straight away, all of them a little too heavily skewed towards romance, or just reminders of past relationships you’d tried to force yourself into, for you to enjoy them. But, as Ben had said, he liked a good pet name, and he’d seemingly been determined to prove as much, constantly coming up with new things to call you. You, never really one for pet names anyway, mostly stuck with Benny or Benjamin if the situation called for something longer but you had a few other go-tos – things like Pet and Blondie as signs of affection, or Handsome and Tiger when you wanted to make him blush.
A few minutes later Ben joined you on the couch, placing his coffee down beside yours, almost spilling it as he watched the news story that was playing. “Remember we’ve got that double date with Jill and Martin this afternoon,” you said, the memory only just coming to you yourself. “Yeah, what time was that?” “Hang on, I’ll check the chat.” You scrolled through the messages on your phone with one hand while you ate with the other, “uhhh right, yeah, meeting at the bowling alley at 1.30.” “Bowling? Good, better than another shitty movie,” You laughed, “hey the last one they picked wasn’t too bad.” “Yeah I know, just not in the mood for it since I’ve been on set all week. I know if I went to the cinema now I’d just get distracted thinking about all the behind the scenes stuff which isn’t ideal for becoming invested in the story. Plus they’re always choosing romcoms, doesn’t that get annoying for you?” “Not really,” you shrugged, “I mean, do I sometimes wish they’d branch out? Sure. But I enjoy romance in fiction I just don’t need it in my real life. Don’t get me wrong though, very happy to do something different this time.” “How long d’you think we’ll be out?” You shrugged, “A few hours maybe?” “We should pop to the shop on the way back then. You need milk and we could get something nice for dinner.” “Sounds good. Does that mean you’re staying over again tonight?” “I was planning to, yeah. Barely saw you last week so I was hoping to spend all weekend with you to make up for it.” “Bet you regret agreeing to go out with them now,” “Kinda. S’pose it’s too late to cancel though,” “Nah you still could but you know they’ll get stroppy about it and we’ll have to go out with them next week. They don’t have any other couple friends since Neil and Percy split and Bianca took her fella overseas.” “Yeah, wasn’t seriously suggesting it.” “What would the plan have been if we did cancel?” Ben chewed a mouthful of fruit thoughtfully, “you, me, your bed. No need to be too quiet since Sophie’s still out,” he glanced at your roommate’s bedroom door, his eyes swinging back to you as he continued, “Or y’know, we could do a puzzle and listen to music all day, have a cat nap after lunch, whatever.” “You’re cute when you’re being all lazy,” “There would be nothing lazy about it thank you very much,” “Cat naps aren’t lazy?” “You know that’s not the part I was talking about,” “It wasn’t? Then what won’t be lazy,” you tried to hold back a giggle in the middle of your faux confusion but broke when Ben blew a raspberry at you in response.
Nothing more was said about cancelling as you finished your breakfast, though truthfully you probably wouldn’t have minded if Ben had cried off sick and rescheduled the double date. But you both decided that Sunday would be a day for just the two of you to make up for having to spend Saturday afternoon with others. Instead, you spoke of the week just passed and commented on the news still playing on the TV. When you were finished (Ben using the last corner of one of his waffles to swipe the remnant syrup from his plate) you stood and stacked the sticky dishes in your arms. Ben collected the coffee cups and a few other assorted dishes from the previous night, leading the way towards the kitchen and the dishwasher. He loaded his small collection onto the shelves before turning to grab the top plate from the pile you held. A noise of disgust rose from his throat as you held the plate out and he miscalculated the trajectory, his palm landing in a puddle of syrup and fruit juice. You were torn between laughing at his expression and taking the opportunity to toy with him a little but, always ready to tease him, your desire to see him blush won out. Trying not to smile too much, you reached forward and wrapped your hand around his wrist, pulling his palm closer so you could lick the sweet syrup from his skin. Predictably his cheeks turned pink and he pulled his lip between his teeth as you let him go with a laugh. “Bet you’re really wishing we didn’t have to go out now, huh Tiger?” Ben didn’t respond but he did react, his eyes locked on you as he swiped his fingers along the same plate and held them out in offering. Not quite sure where things were heading but very keen on finding out, you leaned forward and let your lips part slightly. He took the action for what it was, an invitation, and trailed his fingertips across your lower lip before slipping them between the two. He watched closely as you sucked his fingers deeper, using your tongue to lick up the sweet residue. There was still an element of novelty with this aspect of your partnership. Still part of you that was intensely aware that it was Ben’s fingers in your mouth. There wasn’t any hesitation though, hadn’t been since that first time when you’d both had to psych yourselves up to actually look at each other naked. But there was a part of your brain that was almost surprised when you found yourselves at the edge of a sexual situation. You suspected he was similarly discombobulated by how easy it was for you to end up there, how frequently playful teasing and friendly jokes turned into hands grasping at bed sheets and breathless moans against sweat-slick skin. He pulled his fingers free from your lips, unwilling or perhaps unable to shift his gaze away from the thin string of saliva that connected them like some kind of erotic spider web that you were both already caught in. You waited to see what he’d do next, feeling your heart race in the pregnant pause so full of potential. And then he moved. You laughed as he grabbed you around the waist and lifted you at the same moment he stepped towards the bench, your legs instinctively wrapping around him. He kissed you too, hungrily, as if it were impossible to resist. You’d looked down at him and suddenly been pulled towards each other, lips meeting with all the force and attraction of a magnetic field. Usually, he would have had a hand against the back of your head or your jaw but carrying you meant both his hands were already occupied so instead you substituted your own, tangling your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck to keep him from pulling away too far. As soon as you were safely positioned on the edge of the bench though his hands were free to fall elsewhere. One pressed against the small of your back as the other squeezed your thigh, encouraging you to keep your legs spread. Not that you could have closed them with Ben standing between them and not that the thought had even crossed your mind.
If you’d had all day Ben probably would have taken his time with you. Despite what he’d said earlier, you’d discovered Ben had a soft spot for slow and sensual intimacy. Making out that gradually built to passionate kiss-filled sex, foreplay that included soft caresses and whispered praise, anything that let him explore your body in intricate detail with his hands and lips. You’d been with guys like that before and had hated their insistence on linking hands and kissing you slowly. Those relationships never lasted long but with Ben it felt different, it felt good. Maybe it was because he knew you weren’t on board with overtly romantic acts and respected those boundaries you’d talked about so you never felt as if he were pushing you into a roll you didn’t enjoy. Or maybe he was just a better lover than they had been. Either way, it came to same result. You still preferred something less gentle and more energetic, though you felt you better understood the appeal of being held so close and kissed so tenderly. But with only a few hours before you’d have to start getting ready, Ben was inclined to speed things up a little. His hand quickly slipped up your thigh to press against your pussy, the cotton knickers you’d slept in the only thing keeping him from direct contact. You broke the kiss suddenly, the smacking sound loud in the small room, and dipped your head to press your lips to the notch between his clavicles. In response, Ben lifted his chin, exposing more of his throat to you and you took the chance to playfully nip at the junction where his neck and shoulder met. “Oi, no marks,” he said lwoly as you moved to kiss back up towards his jaw. “Afraid I’ll brand you with my initials?” “If you could legibly write your initials in hickeys I’d put up with whatever teasing the makeup ladies gave me,” “I’ll give it a crack then shall I?” Before you could so much as flick your tongue over his skin, Ben had raised a hand and placed it over your mouth to keep you from testing our your writing abilities, “Don’t think theres enough time, Sugar, but if you really want to I’ll let you try tonight, on my thigh where no one is likely to see it.” “Make it your arse and you’ve got a deal,” you said though it was a little muffled by his palm. “Fine,” he laughed, drawing his hand away, “But then I get to try it on you too,” You nodded, grinning, and then both fell into giggles, leaning against each other’s shoulders. This was what you’d hoped for when Ben had first approached you with the idea of being partners, what you’d been afraid you’d never actually find. Someone who would follow your tangential jokes even if it delayed sex. Someone you could be yourself with. You were distracted from the thought as Ben pressed his lips to your shoulder over the sleeve of your shirt. “Should I continue?” he asked, still smiling though softer, his fingertips lightly dancing over the crease of your thigh. “I’d be offended if you didn’t” “Can’t have that,” he leaned in to catch your lips once again, at the same time resuming stroking you over your panties so that you felt all the air leave your lungs in a rush. It felt good but you need more and so shifted your hips, trying to press yourself harder against his fingers. To get more leverage and better brace yourself as your centre of gravity changed, you dropped a hand behind you. Intuitively, Ben shifted the hand on your back higher and closer to your side to help keep you steady, the other still drawing lines along your clothed slit. You gasped as his thumb took up residence against your clit, rubbing it firmly so a visible damp patch began to form on your panties.
Ben grinned at you as your breath came harder and dragged his thumb back down away from your clit towards the leg of your underwear. Still watching your reactions, he twisted his fingers up under the material, gently tracing them along the same path they’d just followed only now he could feel your wetness directly. “I’ve got an idea,” he said, leaning close to your ear, as he circled your entrance with a fingertip before pressing it into you, “of how I’d like to fuck you right now. It might take a little flexibility on your part though. I mean, nothing too much, just getting your legs up on my shoulders.” Curious, and more than a little distracted by the addition of a second finger inside you, you nodded, “Sounds fun.” “Knew you’d say that. Just tell me if it’s too uncomfortable,” “Will do.” You leaned forward as Ben moved back a little, taking his fingers with him, giving you enough room to drop your hand to his crotch and grasp his stiff length through his undies, “Just get on with it.” “Puddin’ was too nice a nickname for you. Sugar too.” he gasped as you dragged your palm along his length and back again. “What’s the matter, Tiger?” “Maybe I should call you Tiger, if you’re going to keep grabbing my cock like that,” You laughed and let him go, leaning back on your palm again, “Tigress? Whatever, doesn’t matter. Are you going to fuck me or not?” “No I just wanted to get my dick hard for no reason,” he said sarcastically, poking his tongue out at you as he pushed his underwear down. “You’re such a –” you broke off with a sharp gasp as Ben tugged your underwear aside and pressed into you without warning, “dork.” Ben chucked and leaned in to kiss you quickly before readjusting your position a little by pulling you closer to him so your arse was right against the edge of the bench. Slowly he rolled his hips against you, pulling back and thrusting forward again, finding a rhythm that worked. You leaned back on both palms as Ben grabbed you by the waist, the other resting on your knee to keep it pressed against his side. “This feel alright?” he asked as he gave another thrust, hitting a spot deep inside you. “Mmhmm,” you nodded, able to feel yourself growing wetter with each stroke of his cock. “What about this?” Ben shifted first one of your legs and then the other to his shoulders, encouraging you to bend them at the knee. His hands moved to your sides, fingertips digging into your back as he pressed you even closer. The effect was that you felt as if you were almost folded in half but it wasn’t too uncomfortable. There was an almost weightless feeling to it and any slight awkwardness you felt with your chest meeting your thighs was a small price to pay for just how good Ben felt once again moving inside you. You tightened your fingers against the benchtop, wishing there was something you could grab onto as your whole body rocked with each of his thrusts, the position allowing him to penetrate you deeply, continuously brushing against a number of spots that sent electric spikes of pleasure through you. “Fuck,” was about all you could think to say. “That a good fuck?” Ben questioned, voice gruff with his exertions. “Yeah, yes, fuck, so good,” “So you like when I do this?” You let out a soft moan as he roughly fucked into you again, timing it just right. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he half laughed, turning his head to kiss your leg before leaning forward to catch your lips again. After that there wasn’t much room for talking. Ben, having assured himself that you were happy, speeded up his rhythm, clutching you tightly to keep your legs from slipping off his shoulders. His breathing became rougher, matching your own, as he drove into you, though he still kissed you as much as he could, panting against your lips, swallowing your moans and pushing whatever air he had into your lungs.
You could feel your orgasm bubbling up, like a pot of water on the verge of boiling, but knew Ben would reach his first, recognising his expression as the one he wore when he was trying to hold back from the edge. “Fu-ck you’re s-so tight,” he grunted, squeezing his eyes shut as he leaned his forehead against yours, “gonna have to pull out soon,” You could feel him pulling away and tightened your calves on either side of his neck in an effort to stop him, needing just a little more to reach your own release. “Not helping,” he groaned, suddenly unable to hold off any longer, “Shit. Y/N.” You whined as he stilled to shoot his release over your walls. “Jesus,” he said a little breathlessly, as he pulled out, your underwear slipping back over you, and rubbed his neck absentmindedly, “Didn’t expect that to finish me off. Did you…?” You shook your head, letting your leg slip to be caught in the crook of Ben’s arm. “Well let’s fix that, shall we,” he said, already letting you go to bend forward, his face right between your thighs. You felt a puff of his hot breath against you as he hooked his index finger into the crotch of your knickers, pulling it aside, and then his tongue was on you, lapping up your arousal and coming to rest against your clit. He set up camp there, focusing all his attention on the small nub. You let yourself drop back so you were holding yourself up on one elbow, your other hand on the back of Ben’s head, tugging on his hair as he drew a series of moans from you. With a particularly firm suck, you felt your cunt pulse and something warm and wet ran from you, dripping over the edge of the bench onto the cupboard door. You had an idea what it was so it surprised you when Ben released your clit to lick between your lips, catching it with his tongue and spreading it along your slit. “We taste good together,” he mumbled, going in to trace the same path over again, greedily licking up the mixture. You swore under your breath, feeling yourself right on the edge of your orgasm, unspeakably turned on by Ben lapping up the load he’d just left in you. Sensing how close you were he dragged his tongue over your clit again, quickly sliding two fingers into you to help you along. You whined his name as he pushed you over the edge, continuing to pump his fingers into you as he again sucked at your clit, not stopping until he was sure it had worked. “Thank you,” you said as he straightened up again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re such a dork,” he laughed as he kissed you again, tracing his tongue over yours. The man clearly wanted you lightheaded from lack of air. “Shut up,” you pushed yourself to sit up straight again, expecting Ben to step away and let you hop down from the bench. He didn’t though, instead absentmindedly toying with the leg of your underwear as his gaze fell to your lips. “Seriously?” Ben shrugged, “Eating you out made me hard again. And,” he quickly ran his fingers along the edge of the bench, collecting some of the mess you’d left there, “I think it’s only fair you should taste us too,” If he’s said it less earnestly you might have batted his hand away and laughed off the suggestion but something about his tone made you grab his wrist to pull his fingers towards your mouth. He hadn’t been wrong, the mix of you both did taste pretty good, though you’d already got a hint of it as he’d kissed you. “Good girl,” he breathed out, eyes heavy with lust, “think you’re up for more?” “Can we move elsewhere? The edge of the counter is digging into me.” “Okay,” Ben began tugging your underwear down and kicked off his own before pulling your shirt over your head, making you laugh. He Helped you stand and then immediately pushed you to the floor. For a moment you thought he was suggesting you give him a blowjob and were about to question him but half a second later he was following you down, laying down and pulling you on top. “I meant like the bed or the couch at least,” you said somewhere between incredulity and amusement. “Too far,” he grunted, bucking his hips to encourage you to mount him properly, “need you now.” You rolled your eyes as you sank down onto his dick, “Do I actually get to cum this time or…?” “Only if you move,” Ben growled as he grasped your hips and pulled you down onto him, making you cry out at the unexpectedly sudden sensation of being filled. He let you ride him for a bit, alternating between squeezing your thigh as he rubbed his thumb over your clit and cupping your breasts, teasing your nipples as he encouraged you to fuck yourself on his cock faster. You kept to the same steady pace though, intending to drag it out a little, make him wait. But it wasn’t long before he got fed up with the deliberately slow pace you’d cultivated. Without warning you found yourself on your back, Ben grasping your thighs as he kneeled over you, pulling your hips up a little so he could fuck you the way he wanted. Your voice shook as you moaned and writhed in his shadow, your own fingers dancing over your clit to keep building your orgasm. “Isn’t that better?” he said roughly, laughing a little as you nodded your agreement, “Making me wish I had cancelled our plans. Could stay in your pussy all day.” You whimpered and rubbed your clit harder. “C’mon Pumpkin, so close aren’t ya,” You squeezed your eyes shut, moaning when you finally tipped over the edge. But that didn’t stop Ben. He waited until your orgasm had subsided and then pushed your legs wide and up into the air so he could lay directly on top of you as he continued to pound you. Your voice shook as a moan was pulled from your throat and you squirmed beneath him, feeling yourself once again being drawn towards release. There was something about his weight pressing down on you, his breath against your ear. Something about how close he seemed, almost panting as his hips stuttered in and out of the rhythm he was desperately trying to hold on to. He mouthed at your neck as you tilted your head to accommodate him, reaching a hand down to squeeze his arse cheek. You were sore from every other way he’d fucked you, tired from the two orgasms he’d already wrung from you, and yet the thought of stopping him, of ending the incredible pleasure you felt at his hands, was the furthest thing from your mind. A scream caught in your throat as he seemed to press you even harder into the floor, your legs shaking in the air as he grit his teeth and grunted with each harsh drive into you. And then he came, gasping against your throat as he felt you cum too, finally releasing the scream you’d been holding onto until the noise turned to breaths so ragged they felt like sobs.
Ben kissed your throat and then your jaw as he came back to earth, still laying on you. “How was that?” he asked softly when you’d remained quiet for a while. You drew in a deep breath, “Pum-Pumpkin?” “What?” “You called me fucking Pumpkin of all things, while trying to get me off?” “So?” “Jesus Ben,” you half-heartedly swatted at his side, “you’re lucky I was so close that it didn’t matter otherwise I might have laughed and completely lost the orgasm.”   Ben joined in your laughter, the sensation of his shaking body on top of yours slightly odd but mostly quite comforting. Until he shifted his hips without thinking and made you wince. “Sorry,” he said, pressing his lips to yours again as if to kiss away the discomfort before he gingerly pulled out of you and sat back on his knees, “But you did cum that time, right?” “I think you know I did,” you sighed, already able to see what was coming, as you let your legs drop to the floor. “So wait, how many times exactly?” You sighed and shook your head slightly. “Because if my maths is right, I think we got you to three times. Once on the bench and twice on the floor. One plus two is three, yes?” “Yes that’s how basic addition works Ben,”  “And who was it again that got you to three orgasms? Was it,” he pointed a finger as his one chest, “Moi?” “Alright asshole, you’re very impressive and a somewhat decent shag,” “I think you could be a little more grateful considering that performance. Might have been my best ever moves,” You pushed Ben in the middle of the chest, exaggeratedly rolling your eyes but, truthfully you were inclined to agree that it had been his best performance yet, at least in your experience. “Here let me help you,” he chuckled as you tried to stand, almost falling over as your legs shook. Quickly, Ben pushed himself to his feet and then offered you a hand up too, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you steady. “Thanks,” “I hope I haven’t made it too hard for you to walk. Wouldn’t want to throw off your bowling cos you were fucked so right.” “Jesus Christ,” you couldn’t help but laugh.
The rest of the time you had before you had to leave was spent tidying up the kitchen, cleaning up the evidence of the mornings activities in case your roommate got home before you, washing up and getting ready to go. Which is really when things started to go downhill. If you’d realised you might have told yourself to stay home, come up with a quick excuse to get out of it and just played video games with Ben for the rest of the day or something. But there was no way to know what was coming so you didn’t. You talked happily as you got into Ben’s car (which was already parked on the street), excited to see your friends and looking forward to the afternoon.
The double date itself was quite fun, although draining. There was always an element of playing pretend at these sorts of occasions. Not that you minded so much. It was either play up the romance of your relationship or have to explain what you were to everyone and a few hours of pretending Ben was your boyfriend was honestly much simpler. At least bowling was better than the cinema. The first time you’d gone on a double date to a movie you’d sat down beside Ben, the popcorn you were sharing balanced on the arm rest between you. Martin and Jill had raised their armrest and were virtually sitting on top of each other, hands entwined. Which would have been fine except Martin had leaned over and said, “you know these things move” and looked expectantly at you. Ben and you had shared a glance and then tried to say you were both fine with the space but they’d given you matching looks that said they thought you were being weird or prudish or judging their willingness to cuddle in public. So you’d relented and shifted the armrest so you could spend the next two hours sitting with Ben’s arm around your shoulders, both of you more tense about the situation than you ever would have been if you’d just been allowed to sit in your seats like normal. Things had improved a bit since then. Ben had told you that one night when you’d gone out to a bar together, Martin had pulled him aside as asked why he never kissed you properly. Ben had shrugged and said he didn’t like PDAs, that he didn’t want photos to spread or anything like that, especially since it was still so new, and Martin had accepted it. They began to see that your ways of being affectionate were quieter, stealing sips from each other’s drinks, a warm hand against a knee, dumb nicknames that made you both laugh. Even if Jill did sometimes still try to convince you that there was nothing wrong with snogging in the middle of a busy street. Nonetheless you never felt fully able to relax when it was just the four of you. Always conscious of how they saw you, always worried that they’d decide you weren’t being affectionate enough and would tell everyone else you were going through a rough patch which would lead to more scrutiny. While at the same time worrying that one of them would start asking how serious it was between you and Ben, were you thinking about the future? Could you see yourselves moving in together? Was he the one? And it took a lot of energy to constantly be alert about what you were saying, always careful to not accidentally give away the secret truth of the situation. Bowling was fun though and less pressure than other double dates you’d been on. You could get away with not holding hands or sitting on Ben’s lap since everyone was standing up frequently and it didn’t make sense to be on top of one another. You could share small pecks on the lips or else tight hugs to celebrate strikes. And Ben made sure to tease you for missed pins, just like he always had, with a few added silly nicknames. He called you his sweet little hotdog after a particularly bad gutter shot which had made you laugh so hard you choked on your drink, and made Jill give him a disapproving glance. He’d smoothed it over by letting her overhear him saying he loved you, whispering the platonically just for you.
By the time Jill had been declared the winner of the game, you were ready to head home and spend a night forwarding Ben weird videos and dumb memes. Ready to be allowed to just exist without needing to be romantically linked to anyone. But it wasn’t quite to be. Martin made the suggestion that all of you should head to McDonalds for dinner and before you knew it you were standing in line, waiting for the kid at the cash register to serve you. You leaned your head on Ben’s shoulder as you stared at the menu, and vaguely wondered how someone working in a fast food joint could be so bright and bubbly. Right up until Ben nudged you and asked what you wanted. “Um, can I get a quarter pounder and a frozen coke, thanks.” “And?” Ben supplied. “And what?” “Y/N I know you want dessert, get dessert.” “And an Oreo McFlurry,” you smiled and bumped Ben’s shoulder with yours as he laughed and finished paying. “You guy’s make a cute couple,” the girl who’d served you said, eyes following the path of Ben’s gaze to you, still smiling. She seemed to realise what she’d said, her ears turning red, but Ben thanked her and added, “I think I have to agree,” as he squeezed your hip, before moving away so Jill and Martin could order. You’d smiled at her too but it wasn’t quite genuine.
It wasn’t that you weren’t used to it, people assuming you and Ben were in fact a couple. You were. One or two weeks after you’d first agreed to try out being queerplatonic partners, most of your friends had put two and two together and worked out that something was going on between you. Of course they didn’t know you were aromantic and they probably didn’t have any idea what a QPR was so they’d really added two and two and got five but you weren’t about to correct them. As you’d said to Ben, it was too much too soon to do that. Maybe if the QPR thing worked out long term, maybe then you could tell them. And besides, they weren’t exactly wrong anyway. They’d originally assumed you and Ben were just hooking up after Martin had dropped in to pick up something he’d left at Ben’s and had seen you spread out on Ben’s couch with sex hair and a rather large hickey on your neck and Ben’s sweater hanging off your shoulder. He’d asked Ben who’d just shrugged in response and said it wasn’t a big deal. You estimated it took about a minute and a half to reach everyone else. The next time you’d gone out as a group you’d felt them all watching you and Ben closely, trying to determine if Martin with bullshitting them all or not. They’d all decided it was just sex though. Until you were clearly still together a month later and they decided it had to be serious since Ben had never successfully fucked a girl for that long without catching feelings. That was when they started referring to you as boyfriend and girlfriend. That was also when the comments about how cute you were or how they’d always known you’d get together had first started. The first few times you’d heard it, it felt weird but you figured that was just because it was you and Ben and you were still working out how to be partners without the romance. You’d been in relationships before though and didn’t have any major objections to anything they said so you found it fairly easy to deal with and mostly you didn’t notice it anymore.
Except now it was bothering you. Something about the girl’s comment had rubbed you the wrong way. Which made you feel bad because she was just a kid with a shitty minimum wage job who didn’t know you from Adam. She had no idea. She was just trying to say something nice to a couple of strangers. You supposed your dislike of the comment probably had something to do with spending all afternoon putting on the romantic act for the benefit of your friends. Maybe even something about the sex from earlier. Probably just exhaustion from everything, a shorter fuse. It could even just be PMS though you’d have to check how far off your next period was to be sure. Whatever the reason it felt…not wrong exactly just off. You stayed quiet during most of the meal, aware you weren’t being great company and aware that Ben had realised something was wrong since he kept glancing at you when the other two weren’t looking. “Y/N,” Jill’s voice cut through your thoughts, “Still with us?” “Yeah,” you said, pulling a smile onto your face, “sorry, just a bit tired. Didn’t sleep well last night,” That statement was met by high pitched oohing noises and Martin jokily reprimanding Ben for keeping you up. You forced yourself to laugh with them, “Not like that you pervs. Ben was filming a night scene yesterday so didn’t actually get to mine until what,” you looked to Ben for confirmation, “One-thirty was it?” “Something like that. I don’t know I fell asleep almost as soon as I put my head down.” “Me, not so much,” you shrugged, “It’s all just catching up with me now.” They accepted that excuse without question and didn’t aim too many more comments in your direction, letting you finish your food without having to keep your mind on their conversation. And pretty soon you were hugging them goodbye and promising you’d organise the next date as Martin told Ben to get you home to bed before you fell asleep in your ice cream.
Ben waited until you were safely back inside your apartment before he asked if you were okay. “We were meant to get milk,” you sighed, trying to push away the annoyingly persistent discomfort. “I’ll go out later and get some. Or we can get Sophie to bring some back when she comes home. Are you okay though?” Unsure if this was a situation where you’d want space, Ben hovered at a respectful distance until you stepped in close and leaned your head against his chest. As soon as he knew you wanted him there he wrapped his arms tightly around you, “What’s wrong?” “Not sure. Think it all just got a bit much.” “How do you mean?” You shrugged as much as his embrace would allow and talked against his chest as you tried your best to explain how flat you felt, “I think the girl who served us was just like the straw that broke the camel’s back, y’know.” “Did me agreeing with her make things worse?” You shook your head, “Don’t think so. I knew you meant it in a different way to her. Besides, the other two were in earshot so there wasn’t much else you could say.” “You know that what everyone else thinks of us doesn’t change anything about what we have, right, or what we mean to each other. It doesn’t change who you are.” You didn’t mean to say it but the words had escaped before you could stop them, “Wouldn’t it be easier if it did though.” “But then you wouldn’t be you and I love you, platonically.” You smiled and nodded as you stepped back a little, though Ben’s arms wouldn’t let you go too far, “I know, thank you. And I’m fine, just having a bit of an off afternoon.” “Are you sure? Is there anything else I can do to help?” “No, you’ve been perfect.” You leaned up to give him a quick kiss, “And I know I’m being stupid about it. I knew what I was signing up for when I decided not to come out to them. Besides, being back home with you has definitely made me feel better already.” “Do you want a cuppa or anything?” “Nah, think I might just go lie down and read for bit. Decompress a little, y’know.” “Okay. Give me a shout if you want anything, yeah,” he pressed a kiss to your temple and give you an extra squeeze before he let you go.
Slowly you headed to your bedroom, kneeling down at your bookshelf and running your fingers along the spines until you found the one you wanted. That particular book had seen better days. It’s spine was cracked, the image on the cover peeling away from the cardboard underneath. More than one page had begun to fray around the edges like an ancient treasure map in a cartoon, with little triangles missing and the corners permanently creased where they’d been dog eared a hundred times. But as you settled into the bed, Ben’s pillow still smelling faintly of his hair pomade, you began to feel more yourself. Ben was right. What other people thought of your relationship didn’t matter. He was still your Ben, the same Ben who’s hoodie had been living in your cupboard for years now because he spent so much time at yours anyway it just made sense to keep a spare there. The same Ben who’d bought you your favourite pair of sunglasses when you’d left your old ones at home by accident. The same Ben who’d gradually been reading his way through your entire bookshelf rather than buying his own paperbacks. You had too much history there and too much love for each other for anyone else’s opinions to matter. And your partnership was good. It made you happy so it had to be good.
The time passed quickly as you read so when you looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps and saw that a couple of hours had passed, you were a little taken aback. Ben poked his head round the corner and then stepped through the doorway when he saw you looked better. “Nice to see you smiling again,” he said softly as he crawled up beside you. Without thinking you lifted your arm so he could snuggle against you, his head on your chest. “What’re you reading?” “First Test by Tamora Pierce. First book in her Protector of the Small series.” “What’s it about?” “A girl training to become a knight. Gran bought it for me as a kid while we were on a holiday at the seaside.” Ben glanced at the worn pages, “Do you reread it a lot?” “Yeah a bit. The main character, Kel, is like the only aromantic character I know of so she’s kinda important to me.” “The main character’s aro?” “I mean, not explicitly. It was published in ’99 and the terminology to describe aro experiences didn’t really start being used until like the late 2000s and even then only in certain communities online. But Tamora Pierce did answer some questions on her website and said that as she was writing the series Kel became less and less interested in romance and sex so even though she didn’t have the words for it back then, she would consider Kel aro and probably ace too. And I mean, rereading them I definitely feel an aro sort of reaction to a lot of the romance stuff, even when Kel does start kissing boys and all that.” Ben leaned back to better see your face, “Will you read to me?” You leaned down to kiss him, unhurriedly, softly, letting your lips linger on his. “Is that a yes?” “That was a sorry I’ve been weird this evening kiss actually.” “Don’t worry about it,” he said simply, snuggling back down, his head once again resting on your chest and his arm thrown over your waist. You adjusted your grip on the book and began to read from where you’d left off, one hand running absentmindedly through his hair, both of you sighing softly as you relaxed into each other.
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“Request:  Hey:) do you still take requests for the prompt list? If yes could you maybe do an Angsty with nr 7 and with Sihtric form the lst Kingdom? Lots of love!😊 (@red-roses-are-gonna-shine)
Angst #7:  “You’re going to be ok, please be ok I can’t lose you”
Warnings: mentions of injury/blood, Angst ending in fluff, I tried to keep it gender neutral so lmk if I missed anything, No proof read, I think that’s it.
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You sat stared at the passing landscape as you and the rest of Uhtreds group traveled towards Aethelflaeds army. You fiddled with your necklace as you tried to count the trees, or day dream, or anything to try and forget about the impending battle that would be taking place tomorrow. You were a skilled warrior, having been raised as a Dane when you were young but that didn’t make having to fight your people any easier. 
You had left for Cookham when you had heard that your mentor, and old friend Uhtred had land there and began gathering warriors to fight for his land in Bebbanburg. He had taught you everything you knew, so it only seemed right to come and assist him in his time of need when he had done so much for you, but now as you approached the battlefield, an uneasy feeling had began to settle in your stomach and it was becoming impossible to ignore.
You were snapped out of your thoughts when Sihtic, your boyfriend rode up beside you with a grin that changed the feeling of unease in your stomach to one of butterflies. 
Sihtric had become a good friend, so had the others of course, but something about the way Sihtric made you laugh, how he never underestimated you and how he always wanted to make sure you were ok made your heart flutter.
“Say Y/N, what do you call a priests that’s been stabbed?” Sihtric suddenly asked
“What?” You asked
“Holy” 
You couldn’t help the snort that left your mouth, quickly covering your mouth to stifle your laughter as Osferth looked towards you both with narrowed eyes.
“That’s not funny!”
Immediately any attempt to try and hide your smile failed as you and Sihtric both fell into a fit of laughter, much to the young monks dismay.
“Its not! Finan, do you think its funny?” Osferth asked, trying to defend his claim
“Its a little funny” Finan replied, working to hid his own smile.
You were about to respond when Uhtred suddenly raised his fist, motioning for everyone to stop. 
“We’ll make camp here. Get your rest, you’ll need it.”
And just like that, the feeling of dread returned.
You couldn’t help it, whether you were collecting water, or fetching firewood, or sharpening your sword, you couldn’t get the intrusive thoughts out of your head. The thoughts of having to face the people you once saw as friends, the possibility of watching the people you’ve grown to love die, of watching the man you love die. 
You walked back to camp with another armful of logs, placing them down by the campfire before taking a seat. Most of the others had gone to sleep, leaving you to keep the fire going. Or so you thought.
“You’re up late” A voice said from behind you, causing you to reach for your sword, only for you to turn and see a smiling Sihtric looking back at you, obviously amused by your reaction.
“One of these days you’re going to get stabbed” You grumbled, turning back to face the fire as Sihtric laughed.
“Nice to see you too” He replied with a grin, kissing the top of your head before taking a seat next to you, shifting to a more serious tone. “Can’t sleep?”
You didn’t answer, just shook your head. Sihtric wrapped his arm around you, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder as you both stared into the fire. You and Sihtric had spent many nights like this, both of you having trouble with sleep, you would spend hours in bed, or in front of a fire talking about your pasts, your hopes, your fears, your dreams. Its how you eventually found your relationship growing from friends to something more.
You knew everything about each other, which is what made what happened next so much more surprising. 
“Here, I want you to have this” Sihtric said, making you lift your head off his shoulder as you watched his hands move to his necklace which adorned Thor’s hammer. Your eyes widened as he removed the article and held it out towards you.
“I cant accept this” You replied. After all your years of knowing Sihtric, his necklace was the one thing that was always with him. It had been a gift from his mother, a charm or protection to keep him safe. It was the only thing he had to remind him of her, and now he was giving it to you.
“Y/N, I insist. You’re an absolutely amazing fighter, and you probably don’t need the extra protection, but I want to make sure my love is safe.” He persisted, keeping your gaze with an expecting look, before you finally nodded your head, allowing him to put the necklace over your head, letting it fall to rest on your clavicle.
“I love you” You murmured, returning your head to rest on his shoulder.
“I love you” He replied.
You had spent the night either in the fire, or in each others arms, both too nervous to fall asleep. However, as much as you would hope the night would last forever, the sun still rose, and soon you were off towards the battle field.
You stood near the edge of the field, looking over the land as your hand fiddled with the charm around your neck. It was a beautiful place, and you almost felt sad for the place, the land so unaware of what was about to come.
You were brought out of your thoughts as you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your torso, pulling you towards them so your back was now flush against Sihtrics chest. He pressed a kiss to the side of your neck before resting his chin on your shoulder.
“Its going to be ok” He whispered, holding you tighter to him.
You turned to face him and opened your mouth to reply, but before you could you heard hoofbeats from across the battle field, followed by the sight of a wall of Danes heading your direction. It was time.
“I will see you again soon. I swear” Sihtric said.
You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his face down to yours, capturing him in a deep kiss. It felt like an eternity, but still, it was not nearly long enough. 
“You better”
It must have only been a few hours, but to you, it seemed as though days had past on the battlefield. Sweat and blood coated your body as you continued wielding your sword. You and Sihtric had stayed close together, and while you wanted to make sure he was ok, you also couldn’t get distracted. You felt a blade glide past your face, causing a cut to form on your cheek but you were quick to retaliate, ignoring the sting and burying your sword into the man who had cut you. You were exhausted, and feared the battle would never end, but after a few more slashes of your sword, you watched as the last Dane took off running into the forest. The battle was finished.
You had won.
You looked over the battlefield and met eyes with Finan and Osferth who stood a bit aways. You threw your arms in the air and cheered, watching as they returned the action. You turned around, expecting to see Sihtric standing behind you, but he wasn’t where you had seen him last.
Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach as your hand rested on the necklace he had given you. You and Sihtric had been in many battles together, and after each one he had always been the first one to greet you, pulling you into a hug as you let relief wash over you.
Your attention was quickly brought to the sound of groaning, causing you to look over just in time to see a hand raise in the air before quickly falling, to exhausted to stay upright. You ran towards the noise, relief filling you as you caught sight of Sihtric, but the feeling was short lived, as your eyes soon landed on his hands resting over his abdomen, which was now covered blood.
You closed the distance between you to and sunk to your knees, moving his hands to reveal a large stab wound. You quickly replaced his hands, putting your own on top of his to put more pressure on the wound.
“I told you I would see you again” He said, his voice forced, like it was taking all of his energy to form the words. “I’m just not sure how much longer I’ll get to”
“Its not that bad, your going to be fine” You said, trying to keep your voice steady though the lie as you thought to make a plan as to how to get him back to the medical tent.
“Y/N, we’ve known each other for years, I know when you’re lying” Sihtric said, his face beginning to grow more pale.
“Ridiculous, I have never lied to you in my life, you just need some rest is all, here, you need this” You moved your hand to remove his necklace but he shoo his head stopping you, your eyes now brimming with tears. “Uhtred!” You yelled, but he was too far, he couldn’t hear you.
Sihtric brought your attention back to him, moving one of his hands to rest on the side of your face as your eyes met his “I want you to keep it. You have done so much for me, I never knew I could ever love someone as much as I love you”
“You’re going to be ok, please be ok I cant lose you” You said through sobs, your tears leaving trails down your blood stained face.
“I love you” He choked, giving you a small smile before closing his eyes, the hand that was on your face falling to his side.
“No no no Sihtric!” You yelled, trying to shake him awake “Don’t you dare, don’t you dare leave me here. Help!”
You finally caught Finans attention, who saw your face and was now sprinting towards the two of you, gaining the attention of Osferth and Uhtred as well.
“I love you, please be ok I love you so much” You cried. You were only met with silence.
After the others had gotten to you, they helped to carry Sihtric back to the Medical tent to get stitched up, but he had still lost a lot of blood. The healers had told you that they did everything that they could, and all you could do now was wait for his body to heal. Two days later, you had yet to leave his side. Uhtred, Finan, and Osferth had offered to watch him for you, to allow you to take a break and get some sleep but you had refused, preferring to stay close just in case he woke up.
You sat on a chair next to the cot, holding his hand in yours as you watched him sleep. He seemed so peaceful, like he was only resting and not recovering from a stab wound. 
“You remember the day we first kissed?” You asked, not expecting an answer. You had been talking to him the last few days, both in hopes to wake him, and also to keep yourself sane. “We were practicing with those wooden swords out in the field, and obviously being the better fighter I knocked, you on your arse. I expected you to be somewhat angry, or bitter but you just laughed, which made me laugh, which distracted me enough to let you knock me on my arse. We just laid there laughing forever, and then you leaned in and kissed me” You said, smiling at the memory.
“I let you beat me” A voice mumbled, causing your gaze to shoot up from the floor to Sitrics eyes, which were now open and looking at you, a small smile on his face.
“What?” You asked, not quite believing what you were seeing.
“You didn’t beat me, I let you knock me over, so that I could finally kiss you. It was all part of my pla-”
You didn’t let him finish his sentence, instead (making sure to avoid his wound) you wrapped your arms around his neck and fell into his chest, hugging him as you sobbed.
“I thought you were gone” You managed to say through sobs, pulling back to look him over. 
“You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried” He mumbled with a smile, moving a hand to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, then cupping your cheek.
You couldn’t contain your smile as you laughed through tears at his remark. You moved your hands to the sides of his face and closed the space between you, connecting your lips to his.
He was quick to respond, moving one hand to the back of your head to bring you closer and the other to your hip. You only broke away when you heard the flap of the tent open, revealing a surprised Finan, Uhtred, and Osferth on the other side.
“Well I see you’re feeling better” Uhtred said
“No kidding, Y/N what kind of magical healing kisses have you been hiding?” Finan joked, causing you and Sihtric to laugh, which made Sihtric wince a bit at the pain in his abdomen.
“Well, leave you alone, you still need your rest. We’re glad to see you’re better” Osferth said, motioning for the other two to leave before closing the tent flap behind him.
“Now, where were we?” Sihtric asked after he was sure they were gone, moving his hand to dip underneath your shirt, making a face when you slapped his hand away.
“No, you heard what they said! You need your rest” You argued, making Sihtric give you an annoyed look.
“But how am I supposed to heal without your magical healing kisses?!” He replied, making you laugh.
“You’ll live” You said playfully, smiling as Sihtrics face softened, noticing his necklace still dangling from your neck.
“I’m glad to see it worked” He said, lifting his hand to play with the charm.
“Oh yeah, its seems like you may need it more than me” You said, moving to remove the necklace, to which he refused once again.
“Its yours. You’re the most important part of my life, and I want to make sure you’re safe” 
You sighed, knowing it was useless to try and argue. So instead, you pressed your lips to his once again, this kiss shorter than the first.
“I love you” You said
“I love you too”
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A/N: Ahh sorry the ending is bad I wasn’t sure how to finish it. Also sorry it took so long, works been crazy this week but I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to leave any other requests you may think of! :)
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Sero spontaneously decides to let the bakusquad know you guys are dating during a smoke sesh. His boldness seems to be contagious what could possibly go wrong?
WARNINGS: 18+, recreational drug use, cannabis use, drug paraphernalia, swearing, suggestive themes
I understand that not all individuals are comfortable with the idea of smoking/ cannabis use I will be putting out more fics for you guys to read!
Minors do not interact!
Also- goes without saying this fic in no way is me condoning illegal activities. y’all stay safe and be responsible
I’m really sorry for any grammar/spelling errors, I am dyslexic n words be hard
Thank you for your support! Again please read at your discretion. <3
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Friday nights.
The nights you and the Bakusquad would spend in Seros room winding down from the strenuous week of training, the smell of cannabis thick in the hotboxed room.
You’re not sure how you’ve always ended up in this situation, knee to knee with Sero as you work on breaking up the batch of the sticky green plant that Kaminari swore “was the best shit” he bought. Yet, here you find yourself working in tandem with the raven-haired boy as you hum along to some song he has going on his phone.
“Can you hurry it up already?! I want to get this party started”, Kaminari whined as he watched your fingers impatiently. “This takes time and precision,” you retort back, “respect the craft for a second!”
Leaning back on his hands, Kaminari pouted and looked over at Kirishima who was fiddling with the many empty chip bags scattered around him and Mina. “Don’t look at me, dude! Just wait patiently! We all know Y/N rolls best”, Kirishima chirped.
As if the man got shot point-blank in the heart with a revolver, Sero clutched his chest with an exaggerated gasp, “how DARE YOU”, he seethed at Kirishima who bashfully shrugged. “You would pick Y/N’s rolling over mine?!” Sero yelled, shoving an accusatory finger towards you. Kirishima whistled in what was his attempt to be nonchalant, trying to avoid any further questioning from the now “big angy Sero”. (as you have come to call the puffed out cheeks and pouting lips he is now showing off).
Since this ritual started, you and Sero have found comfortable solace in each other. The calming, open nature of the tape boy had you falling head over heels for him faster than you could realize.
Luckily for you- he felt the same way.
The night he asked you out was forever engraved into your mind, the thought forming a smile on your face anytime you recalled the event.
The bakusquad had just packed it up, deciding to call it an early night, leaving you and Sero alone to continue the smoke sesh on Sero’s plush bed.
You remember that when he started arguing with you about how long you took to prepare the blunt for smoking, the sultry tone in Seros voice began to show. The sudden change had you realizing how thick the air around you two seemed to be.
“Bet I could do better in less time”, Sero said smugly, leaning into you. His movement had you adverting your eyes from your fingers and upwards, the movement leaving Sero’s nose only a few inches from yours. “W-What?”, you choke out, unsure if you heard him right.
His proximity had you inhaling his scent. Was it lemon? No. It couldn’t be, you deduced, it’s not as potent as a lemon, but it sure was some sort of citrus. Sero leaned back, pulling away from you. “I’m just saying. You take forever to roll sweets,” he said shrugging his shoulders.
You hurriedly collect yourself, attributing your absent-mindedness to Seros intoxicating scent. Shaking your head to come back to reality, you resume rolling the blunt. Sero almost worried about your silence, shifts worriedly.
When you looked up at him through your eyelashes, your fingers holding the almost rolled creation delicately, a sly smirk on your lips he was sure he was sent to heaven.
Sero was only brought out of his trance-like state when you groaned and laughed, “Okayyyyy~ sure. Whatever you say Hanta!” you said, adding an exaggerated eye roll for emphasis. “You know everyone prefers when I roll, you just get salty about it.”, you continued as you looked up at him once again, licking the paper of the blunt.
The way your tongue darted out to lick the paper in such precise little stokes had Sero losing his mind. Sure he thought you were attractive, but right now, the way you were looking up at him through you pretty lashes with your tongue out had him going nearly feral.
Trying to contain himself and his sudden change in body temperature, he retorted, “Hey! That's not true they just say that to be nice!” He proceeds to try and put on an angry face, puffing out his cheeks and pouting, scrunching his eyebrows for good measure.
“Awe~” you cooed looking at the literal baby in front of you. “Don’t get all worked up now big angy Sero! You know you LOVE when I roll.”, you said as you took the first hit of your creation.
The smoke filled your lungs with a pleasant heat, the high you originally had become more pronounced. Before you could blow out the stagnant smoke in your mouth, Sero grabbed your face with his hand, placing his lips on you with ferocity.
Your eyes widened. Was he trying to shotgun with you?? The smoke poured out of your mouth and into his, your body beginning to go slack as you finally fell into the smoke filled kiss.
You don’t know when you closed your eyes but they opened as Sero pulled away, blowing the smoke back in your face with a small chuckle.
You let out a few coughs and swatted away the smoke clouding your field of vision. When the cloud cleared, you were met with a red-faced Sero.
“I,,, Uh,,, I-I’m not sure why I did that….I’m so sorry.” Sero rambled on, trying anything he could in his power not to make eye contact with you.
You leaped at this cliche moment, pushing Sero back on his bed and straddling his waist. His hands instinctively landed on your hips. He looked up at you with wide eyes, unsure of what to do at this moment.
In a quick motion, you held the hand with the blunt in it behind you and leaned down to kiss Sero. The kiss left your body feeling weightless, your lips molding with his perfectly. His hands resting at your hips, giving them a light squeeze before his thumbs began to trace light circles on the skin over your shirt.
“‘Bout time you made a move Sero”, you said smirking down at him as you pulled away. “Hanta”, he corrected, “you’re mine now mi amor.”. Sero smiled and pushed himself up to place a light kiss on your forehead.
You let out a small chuckle, using your free hand to cup his face. “Then prove it…” you purred. The smirk on Seros face had you quivering with anticipation, a new wave of heat taking over your body.
Needless to say, the blunt was stamped out and you thanked every higher power in existence that no one found it odd that you were wearing Seros hoodie as the exchange in clothes between you two was common.
That night you came to the conclusion that it was tangerine and cinnamon, Sero smelled like tangerine and cinnamon. A scent that you would come to be addicted to.
If it wasn’t for the hoodie, the bakusquad would have for sure seen the many marks Sero had left on you so he could properly mark you as his.
When you came back from your flashback the rest of the group seemed to blur into the background as you focused on filling the blunt, eyes trained in on making everything even. In your peripheral vision, a certain raven-haired boy could be seen inching closer towards your face.
“Can I help you?” you said with a smirk, not looking up from your activities. “No, no, don’t mind me. Keep doing what you’re doing. You look so pretty when you’re rolling baby~”, Sero said in a low sing-song voice that only you could hear.
Your hand movements halted immediately and your eyes widened.
Sero hasn't called you anything like that in front of anyone??? You enjoyed hearing the pet name come from his mouth, yes, however, you two have yet to make your relationship public.
“Sero…”, you warned, “you cant be distracting me right now.” Sero seemed to pay no mind to your words, coming in closer and placing a hand on your thigh. “At this point, I don’t care, sweets, we’ve been dating for... what? 4 Months now?”
A hand grabbing your chin startled you. Sero moved your face so he could make direct eye contact with you, his thumb runs across your lower lip, “let them know.” The devilish smirk on Seros face made your stomach drop. “Come on, you know what to do”, He whispered. You nodded and took his thumb in your mouth. Sero nodded in appreciation and basked in the feeling of your tongue running around his finger.
He pulls his thumb out of your mouth when he hears Bakugou yelling. “I TOLD YOU SHITS I WASNT THE IMPOSTER”, you look over to see everyone look up from their phones, thankful that among us kept the bakusquad from seeing the previous encounter with you and Sero.
“That means its Kaminari or Sero then because I was in electrical.” Sero furrowed his eyebrows, “What, I was AFK- yall SAW me breaking up the weed” he yelled. Kaminari huffed, “You know its not me!! All of you SAW me do the med bay scan.”
You, having been killed off the first round watched as a smirk formed on Mina’s face, rolling your eyes at her obvious lies that Bakugou and Kirishima have seemed to buy due to the accusatory looks being thrown their way.
As the common ‘defeat’ sound rand out, you began to lick the paper of the blunt, your fingers working deliberately to make the best creation you can.
“Yeah!! Lick that shit baby. You look so good doing it. I know what else that mouth can do” Sero yelled, you flinched a little, unsure how the bakusquad would react but if Sero was being bold you might as well join.
A spitting sound was heard next to you as Bakugou whipped his head towards Sero. “BRO!!! DONT GET THE SHIT WET!” Kaminari yelled as he grabbed the open bag of weed that was nearly ruined by Bakugou’s spit.
“What the fuck did you just say?!” Bakugou yelled. “I think you heard me. I didn’t stutter. Plus I’m just praising my baby!”
“WOAH, WAIT! WHEN?!” Mina squealed.
“Sero got a date before me?!?!” Kaminari whined.
“You’re joking,” Kirishima said
You worked to silence the group, “First of all…” you started, “Sero.. you said that shit in front of my blunt bro...Disrespectful as FUCK. Second of all yes, we’re dating, we have been for 4 months.”
“5 on the 14th!” Sero continued as he placed a hand on your head, messing up your hair.
You laughed and shook him off, flattening out the hair Sero just ruined. “Yeah yeah…. Now give me a kisth” you said while looking over at Sero who happily obliged.
The kiss was quick but it left you weightless. Pulling away, Sero began to move you around. “What are you doing??” you said as you took another hit of the blunt. “You just sit here.” He said as he placed you between his legs, his arms coming to wrap around you, his chin resting on your head. “I want to hold my precious baby”
The softness in his voice would have the rest of the bakusquad thinking Sero was just trying to be cute and show affection. You would have thought the same thing if it wasn’t for the evident hard-on pressing into your back.
You smirked, an idea coming into your head. Passing the blunt to Bakugou, you placed both hands in your hoodie pocket. In one smooth movement, you gripped the left sleeve with your right hand and inched your left arm out of its cozy confinement.
Lightly dropping your arm to your side under the hoodie, you slipped your hand behind your back. Dropping your head back on Seros shoulder and turning your nose to graze it across his neck. “You keep quiet and maybe ill help you with your problem, yeah?” You whispered as you began to run your hand over the tent in his pants.
Seros breathing hitched, his grip on you tightening. He didn’t stop you however, the feeling of your fingertips grazing the skin above his pants and slowly dipping under his waistband had him intoxicated.
He just hoped he could follow your orders and keep quiet.
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daisybeewrites ¡ 3 years ago
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Academy Blues — Prologue
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warnings: not any for this chapter
ship: Dousy, background Fitzsimmons and Philinda
okay y’all.. here it is. the first installment of my first LONG TERM SERIES!!!!!! ahhhh i’m so excited. literally i cant wait to continue this and see where it takes me. i have an idea and a few different planning sheets, but honestly i have no idea where exactly this will end up. i love each and single one of you <3 thank you for reading!! this is also posted on Ao3, and linked in the masterlist.
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Daisy hated the sound of the bells at The Academy. Screeching, awful, way too loud, the bells were the bane of her existence. They all wore standard-issue watches from the lab that monitored vitals and gave them reminders, and also told the time, for god’s sake! Fitz had even modified hers so that she could play snake on the tiny watch face! There was no need for the bells to be so excruciatingly disruptive. Though, Daisy guessed, there were many things more tortuous than bells ringing every hour and fifteen minutes.
Daisy slowed to a jog, cutting her morning run short. The bright side to being a third-year was that you chose your schedule, for the most part, and that meant Daisy had a free first period for four out of five days of classes. She usually spent this free period getting an extra hour in at the gym, boxing or sparring with Mack or Bobbi, two fourth years that had reluctantly taken her under their wings, or sleeping in. She reserved sleeping in for especially rough nights where visions of ashes and earthquakes and lightning returned time and time again, no matter how many deep breaths she took or sheep she counted.
But this morning was not one of those mornings. She had been up before sunrise, a little before her usual alarm and silently headed out of her dorm for a run. It was humid this time of year on most Virginia mornings, but never so hot that it made Daisy feel as if she was being smothered. The cooler air chilled her sweaty skin, her chest rising and falling as she jogged up the three flights of steps to the second years’ dorms. Down one long hallway, and she arrived at her room.
Daisy had been given her own room at the start of last year, complete with poly-adaptic-proto-whatever panels, which she had painted a pastel shade of purple, to compliment the greens of her cacti and the dark purples and blacks of everything else in her room. Even May had agreed that the stark white was too ”psych wing” for a bedroom. Daisy was grateful for the space, but considering the panels and the private room were only necessary since...
She shuddered. Grabbing her shower caddy, Daisy set off to the bathroom at the opposite end of the hall, hoping no one else was spending a free first period at the dorms.
Her shoulder-length waves were wet from bouncing against her neck, and starting to become annoying now that the sweat had dried and was starting to itch. Picking the white tiled shower furthest away from the door, Daisy quickly turned the water on, checked the temperature, pulled her sports bra and shorts off and hopped into the shower. Shampoo, condition, soap body, rinse. Checking her watch, Daisy found that she had showered in record time, less than three minutes. After spending another five just enjoying the hot water, she hopped out and changed into her class clothes.
Dark purple leggings, Coulson’s grey vintage SHIELD tee and a pair of white running sneakers she had “borrowed” from Jemma completed her look. Passing the mirrors, Daisy tried not to glance at herself. If her hair was messy or her undereye bags a bit too dark, she didn’t want to know. Instead, she headed back to her room to pack her bag for the day.
SHIELD-issued laptop, extra hard drives and a charger, Advanced CS 3: Ethical Hacking: Theory and Application, Advanced CS 4: Secrets of The Coding Languages, Physics notebook, an essay that was three days late on some boring book about international laws, and her sparring gear were all thrown into the black bag. She gave a second glance at the Russian notebooks Bobbi had loaned to her, promising that she’d learn without taking the class. Oh well, she still had all of this term to start. Plus, would she ever really need more than the dirty words?
One look at the alarm clock that sat on her dark hardwood night table showed that she still had almost forty-five minutes before she had to be in the computer lab. Sitting down on her bed, Daisy ran a hand over the grey blanket May had given her.
Daisy’s relationship with May and Coulson had been something of a problem with other students when she first got here. Some had been okay with the obvious paternal love Coulson showed for Daisy, showing her around and checking up on her, scheduling lunch dates and reminding her of tests. May was more subtle, texting her links to tai chi videos when she noticed Daisy getting too stressed or letting Daisy do her own thing if she saw that she was overwhelmed. Of course, none of the other students knew her family history, what she had gone through just to realize that May and Coulson were more her parents than her biological father and mother could ever be. She would see them later today—May during field training and Coulson in between lectures in the canteen.
Daisy walked over to her window to open her blinds, staring out at the campus she had grown to love. The large brick buildings scattered around acres of the Virginia countryside; green fields meant for physical activities like sparring or obstacle courses, or simply basking in the weather to study or chat; the dorms—red brick and concrete melded together to upgrade and expand the charming style of previously-built homes.
Grabbing a protein bar, Daisy headed to the canteen to make a green smoothie (and maybe snatch a cup of joe before she had to listen to an hour-long lecture on the reason SHIELD must cooperate with the UN’s stupid rules at 7:30 in the morning). Smelling the pines and morning dew surrounding her, she smiled slightly. Maybe this term wouldn’t be so bad.
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Daniel Sousa was a man of honor. He was a man of great strength. Agent Daniel Sousa, previously Officer Daniel Sousa in the US Army, was a man who could fix his damn alarm clock on his own.
Just, not today. Or the day before.
So, Agent Daniel Sousa was now hurrying his way to class at The SHIELD Academy, books in hand and gym bag slung over his shoulders. Catching a glance at himself in the shiny glass doors of the bio-chem building, he groaned. He hadn’t even brushed his hair. And, looking down, he discovered he was wearing two different shoes.
This is the college experience everyone raves about, he thought bitterly. You see, Daniel Sousa had enlisted to the army straight out of high school, forgoing university. He climbed the ranks impressively quickly, earning his place as second-in-command and reconnaissance scout in the 28th Infantry Regiment. Unfortunately, after only four years in the army, Sousa was injured in the field, losing his leg and almost his life.
He came back to the US a war hero, and yet, he felt he wasn't finished. So, when a recruiter named Peggy Carter knocked on his door claiming to be from SHIELD (“Wow, you guys are still a thing?”), he leapt at the chance to continue fighti-...doing good. The Academy wasn’t exactly what he had bargained for, though. Trying to earn his B.A. and training to be an agent at the same time was grueling, but nothing he couldn’t deal with.
No, six different one hour and fifteen minute long classes plus mandatory physical therapy every day wasn’t going to break him. Learning how to be a communications agent and re-starting field training and catching up on general college education was no problem. Pressuring himself to be the best, to break the limits, to get past all his weaknesses was just another miniscule feather to add to the pile.
Unless his stupid alarm clock broke. Then yes, Agent Daniel Sousa would fail, buckle under the weight and be left on the floor to die.
Maybe he was being a bit dramatic.
One bunny-slippered right foot and a sneakered left leg carried him forward, propelled by a quickly chugged orange Celsius and his sheer will not to be late.
Daniel heard the late bell ring out, understanding that, on his first day of class, he would be counted late. It wasn’t like him, not at all. Especially when his first class was a refresher course on field tactics and covert strategy, something in which he was already aces.
He let out a sigh, slowing as he rounded the corner into the comms building. At the Academy, most buildings were grouped into categories: the cafeteria, gym and pool, and student resource building all to the south; the gun range, obstacle course, and specialized gym to the east; bio-chem labs, tech labs, and smaller rooms for lectures to the west; the computer labs and comms buildings right smack in the middle; and dorms to the north.
He swiped a key card with his driver’s license picture and student ID, unlocking the sliding doors that led to the computer labs. It was quicker to short cut through them than to walk around the building to the entrance closest to communications classrooms.
It wasn’t because he knew a certain broody brunette spent her mornings in the lab.
No, it wasn’t, because she wasn’t in her usual seat in the corner, typing away.
He slowly walked through the rows of computers, searching for a familiar black backpack. Nothing was there.
“Hey, Sousa,” an accented female voice called behind him. He whipped around to see who it was, feeling just a twinge of disappointment when Elena, or, as most people knew her, Yo-Yo, was leaning against the door frame. Yo-Yo, a fourth year operations trainee, who was very close with Daisy.
“Hey, Yo-Yo. Good morning,” he called, “I’m running a bit late.”
Elena checked her nails casually, “Way to state the obvious. You were running faster than I could trying to get here before the bell.”
Daniel rubbed the back of his neck and blushed. “Yeah…”
“Daisy’s running late today, too.”
Daniel looked around, pretending that hearing Daisy’s name didn’t make him want to smile. “Oh, of course. She’s usually here early.”
Elena nodded, chuckling a little at his response. She couldn’t tell if he was oblivious or just a bad liar. It was charming, really. “Right. See ya ‘round, Sousa!”
“See ya,” He replied. He thought he heard a quiet ‘Lovable nerds’ coming from the direction she left, but he couldn’t be sure.
And so, with a last look around the computer lab, Daniel set off to arrive late to May’s lecture.
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keytomythoughts ¡ 3 years ago
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Perfection Imperfections | Chapter 1
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Finally, summer break. It’s been a while since I was able to go home. Having to attend high school rather far from my home in Seoul, I never thought that I’d adjust to the new environment. Fortunately, I wasn’t entirely alone, since I stayed with my aunt for the four years of my high school life. School wasn’t so bad, but the homesickness is what killed it for me. Even though it was my parents' idea to send me a rather vast distance—me not being too excited about it, but I knew I wouldn’t get my way in the end—there was some good that came from it. The two only good things, actually. 
I glance outside the train window, the buildings of Busan zooming past me. Sure, it may not be my home, but I won’t lie. I’m really going to miss this place. My phone suddenly vibrates in my lap, glancing down to see a text from my group chat, smiling as I respond.
(Binnie)
R u still on the train?
                                                               Yeah have been for the past like 30 mins
(Eunuwu) 
Going back to ur parents? Or r u moving out?
                                                                                                                      Funny
                                                                        Yk I can’t move out, at least not on                                                                            my own. My parents won’t allow it
(Binnie)
:/
What about Jaehyun?
                                                                            Idk, they rlly dc what he does tbh
                                                                       They’re just hell-bent on me getting                                                                                    into the top schools and shit
(Eunuwu)
Damn, rough
                                                                                                                        Mhm
(Binnie)
Try talking to them, u never know
They might change their minds?
                                                                 Nah, I already know how it’s gonna end
                                                                         Me crying and stuffing myself with                                                                           pints of ice cream
(Eunuwu)
Doesn't sound so bad
(Binnie)
ÂŹ_ÂŹ
(Eunuwu)
Except for the crying part ofc
But c’mon it cant really be THAT bad
I’ve been over plenty of times, they seem nice
(Binnie)
U’ve been to her house??
                                                                         Yeah him and oppa are friends too
(Binnie)
Righttt forgot lol
                                                                  And that’s bc you were there dumbass                                                                    and half of the time ur either in oppa’s                                                                    room or out somewhere
                                                                  Interaction with my parents = minimal
(Binnie)
That sounds awful ngl :( sorry Hyuna
But hey we should all hang soon!
(Eunuwu)
I’ll be in Seoul for the summer too so y not?
                                                                                                           I miss y’all :’(
                                                                   Ok I should be there around like 5 ish                                                                     so I’ll text then
(Binnie)
Aww I miss u toooo 
(Eunuwu)
*puke*
                                                                                           Shut up, ur just jealous
(Eunuwu)
Me? Jealous?? Of what, ur face?
Yea no thx, Ive got a great face already
And personality 0:)
                                                                               Gr8, explains why ur still single
(Binnie)
LOLL
She got u there bro
(Eunuwu)
Shut up
Ur talking as if u’ve got a gf
Idiot
(Binnie)
At least I didnt reject them as coldly as u did lol 
                                                                                             See? My point exactly
                                                                               Your fAcE scared off every girl                                                                                   in sight bc of tht pErSoNaLiTy
                                                                           I almost feel bad for them, u little                                                                             heart breaker
(Binnie)
He made a couple of em cry I heard
                                                                                                                     Rlly?!?
                                                                                                                         YAH
                                                                                                               U MORON
(Eunuwu)
Bin wtf
(Binnie)
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
                                                                                    U JERK HOW COULD U??
                                                                                              Those poor girls omg
                                                                               Im so kicking ur ass when I c u
(Binnie)
Me 2
(Eunuwu)
Wtf?? Y???
(Binnie)
No reason lol, just feel like it
                                                                                         And this is why ily Binnie
(Binnie)
:D <3
(Eunuwu)
GROSS
                                                                                                        Can it u demon
                                                                                                         Read 4:02 PM
I snort, turning off my phone and placing it back down on my lap as I go back to staring outside my left-hand window again. Meet Cha Eunwoo and Moon Bin, my two best friends. The only reason I got through high school how I did without major setbacks. Sure, there was the occasional homesickness and all, but had I not met these two, I probably wouldn’t have even attended and graduated. 
Being so far away from the place I grew up never really suited me, and they saw it right away from day one how lonely and upset I looked. I didn't seem to fit in, especially since I skipped a grade and was placed in classes that were very advanced for me. Not that I minded the vigor, but it was hard for me to socialize, let alone make friends. 
That’s when I met them. Freshman year in homeroom before my first literature class. Moon Bin, a boy with parted, coppery-golden hair accompanied by his shy, puppy-eye smile and sweet nature, offered me an empty seat next to him in class, even going as far as to share his textbook and asking how I found the school. No doubt, I was embarrassed and immensely shy, stuttering over my words and failing to meet his soft gaze. However, he didn’t make fun of me nor find me odd. All he did was smile, laughing lightly at my slightly flustered state. He stuck his hand out, introducing himself (most people just call him Moonbin or Bin) with that smile of his, thus the start of our new friendship. Since then, he became someone who always knew how to cheer me up when I was feeling down. No moment was ever dull with him by my side. 
Eunwoo, the tall, brooding black-haired and charismatic student almost everyone knew (and crushed on) of, was usually with Moonbin when we hung out together, but he normally kept to himself. Though quiet and sometimes reserved with his intimidating looks, it didn’t take long for him to break the ice with us, the three of us becoming close friends. Promising to stay like this until we went to college and beyond. Regardless if we all diverge and tread different paths, we would always converge and come back to one another. 
Four years flew by and graduation was upon us. Just like that, the two became like family to me, my ride-or-die duo. The two who were able to turn my world upside down, finding solace in a time where I thought it was nearly impossible for me to.  
My thoughts are interrupted by my “Move” ringtone—yes, I’m a huge Lee Taemin fan—looking down at my phone again to see it’s my brother calling. I sigh, picking up the call.
“What?” 
He gasps dramatically. “Is that any way to address your loving older brother after being away for so long?”
I snort, shaking my head. “Loving my ass, oppa. How are mom and dad?”
“They’re fine, living. Didn’t you tell them you’re coming home?”
“Nope, I don’t even text them that often. You already know this..”
He sighs. “Yeah, I figured.” 
There’s a slight pause on his end, but he continues. “You took the three-thirty train, right? So you’ll be here around five or so?”
“Yeah, give or take.” 
I look out the window again to see the endless stretch of greenery and flowing springs, sometimes even children playing in the fields. I grin mischievously, deciding to poke fun at my brother when he doesn’t respond right away. 
“What, you miss me?”
He makes a sound similar to throwing up. “As if. I got so used to the peace and quiet. I’m not ready for it to go away.” 
“Yah!” I realize that I had yelled a bit too loudly and eyes were now trained on me, and I bow my head in apology. I lower my voice, “You’re such an asshole.”
“Oh, I know, but you still love me anyway.”
“Shut up.”
I can hear his laugh resonate through the phone and a smile unknowingly tugs at my lips. I wouldn’t say it out loud, but it’s true. When I lived with my aunt in Busan for the duration of high school, I missed Jaehyun a lot. Though two years older than me, he didn’t seem to alienate me the way my parents do. While I hate the notion that they spoil Jaehyun endlessly and let him do as he wishes, I won’t lie and say that he was a prick about it. He could’ve been, but he never came off as selfish. I’m really close with my brother, shocking as it may be. Sibling relationships are like that—one minute you want to strangle them with their intestines and the next you’re singing duets together. Crazy, but that’s how it is for us. My parents don’t really pay me any attention, so Jaehyun decides to do that instead. Not complaining though. I’d rather take his pranking and teasing over my parents’ demands and reprimands any day.
“Aight, I’m heading out for a bit. Text me when you arrive.”
I smile again. “Will do, but make sure to get me food!”
“Let me think…” He hums, and I can practically sense the smirk on his end. “Nope. Get your own.”
“Oppa!”
Jaehyun laughs. “See you in a bit, Hyuna. Get here safely. Bye!”   
He hangs up the call before I get a chance to retort, and I scoff. Typical of my brother. He knows how much I enjoy street food, and every time he goes out, it’s almost certain that most of the time he stops somewhere to eat. Did he ever bring food back? Sure, but by the time I’d get to it, most of it was gone anyways. That only lasted a little while before I had gone upstate anyways, so he had more food for himself, I guess.
As the train barrels down the tracks, I feel my heart racing in excitement, but there’s also a slight ounce of dread. I really don’t know why. I want to believe it’s because I’ve been away for too long, but part of me knows it’s the fact that I’ll have to face my parents again. Knowing that I only have two months to decide where I wanted to go and what I wanted to do, I know the bitter truth is that those decisions won’t be left up to me. Last time, I was sent to Busan.
God knows where I’d be sent to now.
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“Final destination of the KTX Busan-Seoul train at Seoul Station is approaching and will arrive at 05:30 PM. The doors to alight are on the right hand side. All passengers are requested to dismount the train upon arrival. Thank you.” 
That’s my stop.
Gathering my bag and hand luggage, I patiently wait for the train to pull up at the station. Seeing the familiar shops and buildings around me makes my legs bounce up and down in both excitement and anticipation. 
Four long years away from Seoul...
Before getting off, I quickly text the group chat and then my brother, letting them all know that I’ve reached safely. Side-stepping the other passengers exiting the subway doors, I carefully land onto the platform with my luggage in tow. I breathe in the air around as I stretch my arms up into the sky, the grin widening on my face.
It sure as hell feels good to be back home.
I try my best to maneuver through the crowds, but it doesn’t stop the rush of people knocking into me. At times like these, I curse my genetics for favoring my older brother instead of me in terms of height. Eventually, I come to a clearing and when my eyes glance upwards, I spot a rather familiar dark brown-haired six-foot-tall male amongst the small crowd waving me over.
“Hyuna, over here!”
I gasp, my eyes widening. “Oppa!”
He smiles as I begin walking towards him, my feet hurriedly moving across the concrete. The distance between us shortens and I abandon my luggage as he opens his arms wide. 
Only for me to sucker punch him in the stomach.
He yelps in pain, grimacing as he holds his abdomen. “Shit, that hurt. What has Aunt Sua been feeding you up there? Rocks?”
I smack his shoulder, my blood slightly boiling in anger. “Yah, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?! Do you know how much money I blew off for the bus fare?”
He straightens his back before going to rub his shoulder, then behind his neck.
“Fine, fine. My bad. I wanted to surprise you, but I guess that didn’t work, did it?” 
I cross my arms over my chest, huffing in annoyance. He sighs, nodding.
“Okay, okay, I’ll compensate you. Dinner’s on me.”
At this I grin, blinking excitedly. I grab onto his arm and shake it vigorously. “Really? You mean it? You’re the best, oppa!” 
“Look at this brat..” he taunts, shaking his head. In a flash, he headlocks me and rubs the top of my head harshly with his knuckles, upsetting the neatly-tied auburn ponytail. 
“Yah! Quit it!” I smack his arms and flail in protest, but he chuckles, saying this is what I get for cunningly finding a way to exploit him the minute I stepped back into Seoul. 
What can I say? It’s a talent. 
He lets go eventually, and I try to smooth down my already-tangled hair. I grumble incoherently but Jaehyun pulls me into his embrace, wrapping his arms around me. His free hand gently pats the side of my head in comfort.
“Welcome home, sis.”
I stand there stiff for a second before hugging back. He squeezes me tighter and I find myself smiling into his shoulder. 
“Good to be back,” I whisper. 
We stand like that for a moment before he pats my back a couple of times, us pulling away from each other soon after. He reaches behind me to grab my hand luggage as he shoulders my bag. I tell him that I can carry them just fine, but he starts walking away from the platform to the parking lot. I call out after him as I run to catch up, and I can see the corners of his mouth twitch. Jaehyun leads me to his car, a sleek matte-silver convertible Mustang. My mouth drops open in shock at its stunning beauty, my body forcing itself to remain composed for the sake of avoiding public self-embarrassment. 
He throws my luggage in the back seat before he turns to me, smirking at my expression. “You like it?”
“Shit, do I like it? I love it!” I run my fingers over its metallic surface, the silver exterior gleaming in the evening glow. Grinning, I stare up at my brother who catches my gaze as I stand next to the driver’s seat, my fingers already curled on the handle.
“Can I—”
“No.”
“Please—”
“Nope.”
I pout as I pull my hand away and step to the side. Jaehyun chuckles, rubbing my head playfully before getting into the driver’s seat and starting the car. The engine purrs to life as my brother pulls out his shades and wears them. He looks at me and cocks his head to the passenger seat. 
“Don’t just stand there. Get in.”
Smiling, I quickly make my way over to the other side and slip into the passenger seat. I barely have time to buckle in before Jaehyun speeds off. I scream in fright, but he laughs heartily, telling me to let loose.
With the wind harshly whipping around us, I close my eyes and tilt my head upwards, absorbing the remnants of my childhood in a place I’ll always call home. A place where my heart always feels at ease.
My name is Jung Hyuna. I’m eighteen years old, and this is my story.
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |  
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ivyuns ¡ 4 years ago
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love me in a year ✰❆♣♞
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bang chan
genre: angst, fluff 
word count: 2.4k
warnings: kidnapping, restraints, y/n gets pregnant, grinding, drowning, weapons, a bit suggestive. if i missed anything lol oops
A/N: another shet show + from 365 dni (the ending isnt exactly like the movie btw)
for my gurlieeeee + happy birthday to @stanstraykidswoo​ <3
masterlist
mafialeader!bangchan x fem!reader
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enjoying the summer breeze on the islands of hawaii, next to your friend made you feel relaxed. from all the work and stress you did, you finally earned yourself a vacation.
“babe!”
opening your eyes, you see your boyfriend (in a unhappy relationship) walks towards you. taking off your glasses and sitting up next to the pool, waiting what your boyfriend had to tell you. “i just got back from seeing the volcanoes babe! you shouldve seen it-” “we were supposed to go look at it together, dumbass” you cut your boyfriend off.
“w-wait y/n-” running away before he said anything, you got lost in a dark area. wasnt just sunny? seeing a group of guys look at you while trying to come closer. damn these outfits. your outfit consist of a short flowy, off the shoulder dress with heels. running with shaky legs, you looked around and saw everything get dark.
“are you lost babygirl?”
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waking up in a soft bed, you look over and look at the unfamiliar room youre in. “where am i?” you whispered softly. walking towards a door to the hallway, the door wont budge open. shaking the door knob, it still wont burst open. giving up, you go lay back down on the bed.
closing your eyes to relax, you hear the door unlocking. quickly putting on your heels, you open the door and see nobody. following to which ever door took you, it seem endless. the endless numbers of stairs and doors you went though, you came across to a massive painting of a portrait of yourself hanging on the dinning room’s wall.
“oh my god”
continuing to follow where your legs take you, you were yanked away from seeking to your freedom. “are you lost babygirl?”. feeling someones presence behind you, you see a man. someone who you never seen.
“who are you and what do you want from me” you say and slowly back away from him. “chris is the name. you see, five years ago, i saw you on a beach. then suddenly i got shot and all i could think was you. these pass five years, ive been trying to find you and now” chris pauses his sentence and walks to a cup of ice, making you suck on it. “now i have you”
spitting the ice out, you got angry. “so what? you think kidnapping me is some kind of way to have me?” chris gets angry after your tone of your voice you gave him. he pushes you on a chair and chokes you lightly.
“i will give you 365 days to make you fall in love with me. and if that doesnt work, i will release you.” chris slowly lets go of your neck and continues talking. “i promise i will not touch you without your permission.”
chris gets interrupt by his phone. reaching his pocket, he sees his mafia friend who works with him calling him for help in the front. running to where to meet him at, you gave a few minutes before running on your feet again, trying to escape.
finally outside with a big open field in front of you, where you will be free. running, you stop midway as you see chris kill a man. witnessing what happened, you pass out due to pressure from everything.
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the next morning, you wake up in the same room before but a whole different dress on you and a shirtless chris sitting in a chair in front of you. “let me out of here now” you shouted at him. “i need to get back to my family, my boyfriend!”. “you really think he still loves you? take a look at this” chris says and throws a small stack of pictures. pictures of him fucking another girl.
“a-are you serious?”
“yes im serious. oh and we’ll be leaving this place tomorrow. be ready” chris says and exits the room. “where are we going?” you quickly grab his wrist and stops. “to australia”
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landing and going to the hotel. chris stops you and gives you the keycard to your room. “my room is next to yours if you need me”. nodding your head a yes, you enter your room and place your bags down and sighed. what is happening right now.
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chris walks out of his room to see you look like a goddess. “y/n” chris calls out. turning around, chris grins with his dimples showing and grabbing your hand to head to the place you two are meeting with. chris opens the passenger door for you and makes his way to the drivers seat after youre in. while driving, he places his hands on your thigh, making you want more of him. avoiding his hand, you close your eyes.
arriving at your destination, it turns out to a bar. entering the bar, chris leads you to a room. seeing people, you hide behind chris bc youre antisocial as fuck
“y/n, this is aeyeong. ayeong meet-” “y/n. yes i know her name” aeyeong says, looking at you then back to chris, seducing him. “you know y/n, me and chris used to talk.” walking up to you. “and fucked each other” aeyeongs whispers into your ear. feeling chris wrap his hands around yours, you push him away and left the room.
“this happened a long time ago-” feeling tense, chris was about to turn and find you til aeyeong grabbed his wrist. “i thought you said we would last forever hm? took you long enough to find her. even of all our messages.” aeyeong grabs her phone and pulls up their naked bodies in photos. sexting.
“enough aeyeong.” chris grabs her phone and throws it onto the floor. running out of the room to look for you, leaving aeyeong to laugh.
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“mr bang!”
chris turns around and sees his partner running to him. “y-y/n. shes with aeyeongs boss. i just got a call from him-” “shut the fuck up and tell me which room” “room 325.”
chris runs to room 325 and sees you grind on the boss. “y/n” chris growls. not paying attention to chris, you feel aeyeong’s boss grope your ass and suddenly putting a knife towards your neck.
suddenly feeling someone pull you away from the man and unable seeing things, chris and the rest of his members pulls out their weapon.
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opening your eyes and see yourself on a yacht, you walk around and find chris. seeing chris talk shit about you to his other partner. “she just really had to run away-”
“im sorry chris” you spoke out. chris turns around and tells his partner to leave for a moment. “this is all your fault. youre the one who left the room and potentially tried to seduce him. do you not know what he couldve done?”
arguing on the boat and heading to the railings, you slip off and fall into the water. panicking, chris falls into the water and saves you. taking you out of the water and goes to lay you down on the bed and stands by your side.
a few minutes later, you wake up with water coming out of your mouth, coughing. chris turns around and goes to you with worried eyes. “y/n, i-im sorry. please dont leave me, i need you” chris softly says and strokes your hair with tears starting to fall down his cheeks.
lifting your weak hands up to caress his cheeks, you pushed him down and began kissing him roughly. regretting as soon as you saw the red in his eyes. “so now you want it?” chris growls and begins to attack you with kisses and hickies. feeling your clothes ripped away from you.
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a few weeks later, youre back in korea. chris leaves you for the day, saying he has business to attend to and will call you later. but hours flew by and still didnt have any calls. sighing, you call your best friend, minyeong who yells at you though the speakers after the first ring.
“are you kidding me y/n? you cant just leave me behind at hawaii?!”
“i know i know, ill explain if you come over”
after she hears you say the sentence, she hangs up and runs to your place. opening the door for her, she starts speaking nonsense and you just laughing at her.
“y/n, this is serious. stop laughing and tell me what happened.”
sitting down next to her, you tell her everything. even when you love him back. minyeong at first didnt like what chris did to you and what his job it, but you beg her for you to have happiness atlas. with minyeong wanting you to be the happiest, you two go to the bar.
feeling someones eyes on you, you told minyeong you were going to the restrooms as she continues dancing. almost at the door, someone slams you onto the wall. “y/n, baby. i missed you so much. im sorry-” feeling tears streaming as you remember the past events and pictures. you forced him to let go of you and run back to your place.
he follows you back to your apartment without you noticing and as you take a seat with his loud voice scares you. “baby please” he goes closer to you and tries to kiss you until a voice rang.
“im pretty sure she wants you to leave”
he looks at chris then back to you then slaps you. “you fucking whore. youve been cheating on me when you left me didnt you” shaking your head a no and the tears uncontrollably falling as you try to shield yourself from another slap.
receiving nothing, you look up and see chris holding his wrist to prevent him from hitting you. “if theres someone else who was cheating is you. now leave you fucker” chris whispers in his ears and runs away.
chris looks down and sees your shaking figure. he goes next to you and wraps his arms around you so you can start feel calm. reaching to that point, chris picks you up and lays you on the bed.
slowly kissing you from your lips to your chest. chris begins undressing you til you stop him. unbuttoning his top, you see the semi open wound from his business. grazing your fingers over it as you hear chris slightly whimper.
“chris, im in love with you”
chris smiles widely. “im in love with you too”. you two continue the heavy make out which turns into a passionate sex for you both.
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waking up with you on chris’ chest, you feel him showing a smile. he turns to the nightstand and grabs something small but worthy.
“y/n l/n, would you please marry me?”
nodding your head yes a bunch of times, you kiss chris on the lips.
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heading back to hawaii, youre back into the palace where chris kept you in. waking up from your slumber, you go outside and talk to chris. chris sees you and tells his partner that he’ll be right back.
“hey hey babygirl, what happened? you alright?” chris leaves his seat to go to you as you start feeling shitty. “chris, i dont feel goo-” your eyes are shut closed and almost falls on the hard concrete til chris caught you.
“c-changbin! help!” chris yells out to whoever is out. your lips are slowly turning pale. changbin runs to chris with a blanket to cover your cold body and helps him carry you to the car. changbin speeds to the hospital with chris’ tears falling onto you, holding your hands and kissing the back of it. “please be okay, please please” chris whispers.
changbin parks at the emergency lot and chris grabs your body and puts you on the stretcher as the nurses sees you two. “please save her” the nurses all nodded their head and disappeared into the doors with a chris on the floor, sobbing his heart out, praying for you to be okay.
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finally hours passed by and chris was left alone as he told changbin to go back to the palace. eyes all red and puffy with his legs shaking, full of anxiety. “mr bang?” the doctors call out chris. he stands up too quickly, making him almost loose his balance but the doctor helps him balance for a few seconds. thanking him, he follows the doctor to your room.
chris runs to your side as he sees your eyes open, with all type of wires attached to you. “y/n baby are you okay?”. nodding yes with a small smile, chris looks at the doctor.
“it looks like miss y/n was 1 month pregnant. and also looks like she wasnt taking care of herself either so mr bang, do y/n a favor and help not only her, but the baby”
you and chris nod your head, understanding as the doctor leaves you two. chris turns into his soft self. “i love you” he giggles. “i love you too chris”. scooting further away from him, you pat on the empty spot on the bed for him. chris smiles widely and goes to lay down next to you. you fall asleep from the warmth of your fiance as he hugs you. “and i love you too baby” he whispers and puts his free hand on your growing stomach. kissing your head and falling asleep next to the love of his life.
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thequeenb ¡ 4 years ago
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Come Back (part 2)
Poppy x MC
It has been highly requested for me to continue the cheating fic.
Here you can read  part 1
I walk around the campus with Chloe and Veronica by my side. Its been three days since Bea left and it feels like eternity. Everyone looks at me weirdly ever since the incident and i honestly can't blame them. Carter never dared to approach me after he read what the T said
"So we are going to go to the veggie restaurant for lunch?" Chloe asks and Veronica shrugs
I didn't realize that they stopped walking, my eyes were fixed at the Anthropology classroom where i used to wait outside for Bea to finish. She always seemed bored as hell but every time she saw me her eyes sparkled, her smile was bright
I stop, running my hand through the door watching Miss Kingsley sitting on her desk. Our eyes lock and for just a moment i feel ashamed, before i remember who i am.
"Can i help you Miss Min-Sinclair?" she politely ask and i hesitate to walk in
Who can help me? The one girl i let inside my heart left and its all my fault. What could she do? Bring her back?
Regardless i walk further looking around the classroom. My gaze falls to Bea's seat, she always sat there so she could easily text me during boring lessons. I chuckle remembering how many photos i sent her just so i could provoke her
Without thinking twice i walk towards that spot sitting down gracefully. Miss Kingsley seems to pick up with me and she comes to sit down next to me
"I know you miss her, we all do but we cant control everyone's decisions, only ours"
Normally i would roll my eyes ignoring every criticism because Queens don't make mistakes but she is right, and it hurts my ego even more
"You read that trashy blog don't you? Everyone did and now they hate me even more" i sit back thinking how Bea used to sit right here, being happy..free
"I try to avoid it but Bea told me that she won't attend my classes for the rest of the semester" she takes a deep breath
"She seemed sad, that means what she felt was real enough to break her when you--"
"Don't even say it" i try not to tear up but i cant. The images of Carter grabbing my face and kissing me cant escape my mind and i let the pain take over
"So Pops, Bea Hughes huh?" Carter said approaching me. He asked to meet behind the field but i ignored the red flags, he said it was important
"Is that why you asked me to meet up? So we could analyze my relationship? Maybe we can have a sleepover like besties do" i roll my eyes ready to storm off but he grabs my hand pulling me against him
"Don't run before you can walk Pops, after all we don't want Bea to know about our negotiation" his hand was stroking my hair but i went stiff not knowing how to react.
When we were a couple it was bearable but now all i want to do is scream. We got together for the fame, for my reputation. Because he was the football captain, its funny isnt it?
"Get your hands off of me Carter" i manage to say but he just smirks
"You know i can get her expelled with one phone call" his laughter echoed and my heart stopped beating
I didn't realize how close he was until he leaned in capturing my lips. A bright flash hit my eyelids. I gasp in surprise pulling him immediately away
"You are so disgusting" i storm off not wanting him to see my vulnerability. Tears ran down my face but back then i didn't think much of it but now i know that was his plan.
I come back to painful reality. Miss Kingsley holds my hand and i feel tears run down my face. Fuck don't show how weak you actually are
"She went back to Farmsville, you still have time" she gave me a faint smile and i throw my arms around her
"Thank you" i whisper in her ear while she pat my back not knowing how to react. I pull away adjusting my clothes, ready to pack my bags
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"I can't believe you are back! I am so glad" And here she is, my childhood best friend wrapped her arms around me suffocating me in her hug
"Wow there, you will kill me" i laugh embracing her tightly. After everything i have been through seeing Charlie is like a dream come true
She pulls away, her smile never fading away and it warms my heart. She always knew when i was upset but never said a thing, she tried to bring my mood back in her own way
"Come on! The dinner awaits for us" i link out hands together walking down the road of Farmsville. I missed the fresh air, the people who knew me since i was little
Here you don't have to fight for respect because its something you deserve regardless. No ranks, no drama, no sassy students. Just me, nature and my best friend
We finally arrive at the dinner and we sit down to the booth we always do. I sink to my seat and oh god, i missed this place
"So tell me everything, we didn't had a lot of time to talk" Charlie says excitedly, thinking i will tell her my happy adventures but my mind keeps drifting to Poppy
I brush these thoughts away smiling "This is going to be a long ride"
We enjoyed our food chatting about the T, the professor, my plan to take Poppy down, how amazing Zoe is and how extra mean people used to be when i first went there
"Oh wow, they really have a blog to embarrass students?" Of course she is shocked, so was i and honestly every logical human would. But the students of Belvoire created a world of their own
"You have no idea, they made fun of everything i did" i roll my eyes but then laugh "soon enough they ate from my palm, silly rich kids"
"I am glad you came back, it sounds toxic" oh Charlie you have no idea
I gaze at the window remembering how much i wanted to take Poppy here. She always laughed at the thought but i know deep down she would like nothing more. I wanted us to walk down the empty streets, take her to my parents farm and watch the sunset, do everything she didn't let herself do
Charlie seem to notice my distant stare and pats my hand "Hey what's wrong? I knew something happened, your social media was filled with happy moments"
I don't dare to look at her because she knows me too well at this point
"What made you decide to leave?" she places her hand on my shoulders pulling me into a side hug
"Remember the mean girl i told you about? We were dating" i exhale heavily, my mind racing with that damn image of her and Carter making out
I fill her in with the details, sometimes i smile missing our happy moments. But then i show her the image and my tears threaten to escape. How could she do this to me? After everything that we had been through
"Oh sweetheart i am so sorry" she says hugging me tightly. This time i let her hold me closer.
I grip at her shirt as one simple tear turned into body wrecking sobs. Poppy's voice message still plays in my mind over and over again. She said she loves me but her actions show that she hates me. My heart breaks once more, knowing well that i will never see her perfect smile again, hear her surprisingly cute laugh
"Let it all out, i am here for you" Charlie pats my back, running slow circles with her palm. That always calms me and she knows, because ever since we were kids whenever i was in pain she was always there.
A part of me regrets leaving Belvoire but most of all i am glad i returned to a land where people are real and genuine, away from cruelty and drama..away from Poppy
I pull away wiping my eyes but before i could even pull myself together i watch a black limousine stop right outside of the dinner. Everyone looks stunned because hello? This is a small town which celebrity would visit?
"Oh my god i am sorry Bea but if this is Lady Gaga you have to take a picture of me" Charlie stands up and i roll my eyes
Some people came out of their stores wondering who this might be. We step out forming a circle on the sidewalk waiting for the mysterious rich person to reveal themselves
"This is stupid let's just go" i try to pull Charlie away but she is so stubborn, typical
Everyone whisper questioning the same thing, who the hell would be so rich and know where Farmsville even is. I sign impatiently
That until a man gets out of the car and everyone stops talking. The man walks around the car carefully opening the door. All eyes are on the limousine waiting for the person to come out
The first thing i see is a pair of red heels and then oh my god you have to be kidding me. My breath stops, everyone around me fades and my gaze is focused on her, am i dreaming?
"Bea?" Her sweet tone destroy my inside and i froze. What the hell is she doing here? How does she know where i am? I swear if Zoe told her i will kill her but oh wait she is approaching
"We need to talk"
My knees feel weak and i stop breathing for a second. I need time to comprehend that Poppy Min-Sinclair is in my town, here with me. Oh boy what did i get myself into
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bts-reveries ¡ 5 years ago
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waste it on me | part 15 | please read the a/n!
As you sat in Jungkook’s car you wonder to yourself. What made Jungkook suddenly change?
“You’re quiet,” he says, pulling into a parking lot. It was the last ramen place you two went to together. It was during a field trip in Seoul. You never went here with anyone else.
“You still remember this place?” You say, looking out the car window.
“Of course, this was our place. Even if we only went here once.” You nod at his response.
“We should get our stomachs full before we talk hm? Your mind goes running whenever you’re hungry,” he laughs, getting out of the car. Your cheeks turn red, you didn’t think he’d remember that bad habit of yours.
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When you two got seated and ordered your food, you look up at him and he smiles at you.
“You’re probably wondering why I’m opening up all of a sudden..” You nod at him, waiting for him to continue. He looks down, scratching his head instead, laughing nervously.
“Okay well, I didn’t want to start off like this but I guess I will...” He looks up to you and you nod again for him to continue.
“I-I still like you... a lot actually.” Your heart stopped. You didn’t expect this. At all. In ten years, you’d think he stopped for good.
“Don’t worry though,” he laughs, “I won’t be trying anything, I just want to be friends. Nothing else.” Your heart sank. “I figured I just keep my distance because I know how much I hurt you when I left, but then we kept bumping into each other and my hyungs and your friends kept telling me to talk to you. At least to explain. Soo.. I said if it was fate, then I’d do it.” He laughs again, looking down at his hands. “But then my hyungs told me that it was already fate when you were there when we met up with Namjoon hyung and also the time where we hung out with Namjoon hyung’s friends and one of them happened to be you. So third times a charm right? And then I ended up being seated next to you at the theater so I took the chance and now we’re here.”
“One pork ramen?” You turn to the waitress and you raise your hand. She gives you yours and hands Jungkook his.
“Thank you,” you both say, she bows her head at the both of you, leaving you two to go back to your conversation.
“So are you going to explain now?” You say as soon as the lady left. Jungkook nods at you.
“It’s ten years overdue but, better late than never right?”
✨💫flashback💫✨
“I’M SO SICK AND TIRED OF YOU ACTING LIKE THIS.”
Jungkook turns his head to his bedroom door. His parents were fighting again. It was the fifth time in this week alone. He turns his head back around, trying to ignore the yelling.
“Don’t worry Kookie, everything will be okay. Just focus on what we’re working on,” Taehyung says, grabbing the younger one’s attention. He came over to help Jungkook out with his art project. They would’ve done it at his place but Jungkook figured that if he had a friend over, maybe the fighting would stop.
“Okay so just blend that in more,” Taehyung says, pointing to Jungkook’s paper.
“Like this?” He says when suddenly a door slams, making both boys jump. Jungkook stops, looking back to his bedroom door.
“It’s okay Kookie, just—“
“No it’s not, stop saying that,” Jungkook says looking back at Taehyung. “You keep saying that.”
“Saying what?”
“That word. “Okay.” It’s okay. Everything will be okay. You say that because you have a perfect family with perfect parents that get along.”
“Jungkook, parents fight all the time. It’s just a bump in the road, they’ll go back to normal soon. Calm down.”
“Taehyung I cant.” At this time, Jungkook was already getting agitated and his big round eyes were filled with tears. With one blink, the flood gates would open.
“They been at this all week. Same thing over and over again. It hasn’t ended. I know parents fight, they have before and they solve it right away but I don’t think it’s going to be the same this time.”
“Look, Jungkook, no matter what happens. You will end up okay. Parents together or not, they both love you, you’re their first priority.”
“I know that but what about them hyung? My whole life, they loved each other. I don’t want things to change.”
“I’m sorry, I know your still young and all, but you’re old enough to know that life is all about changing. It changes whether we like it or not. But we’ll adapt to these changes. It’s going to be okay— sorry.” Jungkook sighs, a tear falls down his cheek and he quickly wipes it away.
Knock knock
Jungkook and Taehyung both look up at the door. Jungkook quickly gets up to open it. It was his dad.
“Hey,” he says, Jungkook scanned his face and his dad’s face was tinted red. His eyes were swollen and shiny. He sighs as he looks at his son, placing his hand on his shoulder. “Pack your stuff. We’re moving in with your uncle Seojun.” Jungkook’s eyes widen.
“D-dad, why.” His dad looks over his shoulder. Taehyung looks away when their eyes met.
“I’ll tell you later. Just start packing.” With that he walks away, leaving Jungkook stunned. He swallows, closing the door slowly and walking back to Taehyung.
“What’d he say,” Taehyung asks. Jungkook shakes his head.
“We’re leaving.” Taehyung eyebrows raised.
“Leaving? Where?”
“California. My dad said we’re moving in with my uncle Seojun. He lives in.. Los Angeles.” He says slowly, eyes lost in space.
“Jungkook..”
“Don’t tell anyone. Please.” He says with pleading eyes. Taehyung felt bad for him. The young one’s eyes were red and you can see the heartbreak in his eyes. Taehyung nodded.
“I won’t.”
~end of flashback~
“Your parents separated.” You say in shock. All these years you thought he moved with his family. He did say he moved with his family but you expected it to be him and both his parents. Not just his dad moving in with his relatives.
“Wow... I’m sorry to hear that Kook.. It must’ve been hard to go through alone.” He nods.
“Yeah, they ended up getting a divorce afterwards, but it’s okay. I got through it. Los Angeles was fun. I went to a new school and made friends right away. I lost them though after we graduated. But then I made more friends once I got in college. That’s where I met Yoongi hyung, Hobi hyung, and Jimin hyung.”
“Then why couldn’t you tell me any of this?” He sighs.
“I wanted to. At the moment it happened it was set that I wasn’t going to tell you anything. I didn’t want anyone to know what the reason I was leaving was.”
“Not even me?” He looks down, shaking his head.
“I’m sorry. That’s why I made up that lie that my family wanted to move abroad. I really didn’t want to hurt you Yn, but back then I knew it wasn’t possible and that it wasn’t going to work out. I didn’t want to waste your time and I didn’t want to break your heart-“
“But you did.”
“Trust me I didn’t want to.”
“You could’ve texted me, or called me and explained to me everything and if you didn’t want to continue it, you could’ve broke up with me then.”
“I wasn’t able to continue calling or texting you because we had to get our phones changed. And when we did, I was too much of a chicken to message you. I imagined you being sad and I didn’t want to call hearing you cry or what if you were mad and you started yelling at me and I was already feeling my worst then. I was too scared to see how I made you feel.” You sigh, shaking your head.
“Don’t worry about it, it’s okay. It was ten years ago. We were thirteen and there’s really no reason for me to be mad now. I’m just glad we have some closure and I finally know the reason.”
“So do you forgive me?” You smile at Jungkook.
“Again. We were young, it was almost over a decade ago. We’re good Kookie.” He smiles at you.
“Well great. I’m sorry it took so long, I thought you would’ve known by now though.”
“How would I?”
“Well you’re best friends with Taehyung. I was sure he would’ve told you everything. He knew the whole story.”
“Taehyung knew?”
“He was there at my house when my parents had their final argument. And he was there when I left for the airport. He really didn’t tell you anything?" You shake your head.
“Wow. I mean I told him not to tell you, but I would’ve thought after I left he would’ve done it anyways.” You scoff as you thought about all the times you ranted to Taehyung about your none existent love life. 
“All this time, I was afraid of looking for love or getting into a relationship. I didn’t know why you left, I thought it was something I’ve done. Taehyung told me I was fine and to just go for it. But I didn’t want to because I was insecure and I thought that I’d do something and the same thing that happen between us would happen again. This is why I wanted closure. I thought once I found out what really was wrong with me, I’d be able to go out there and face the dating world again.” You say as you look down into your empty ramen bowl. Jungkook’s ears tint pink, guilt was flooding his system.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve told you sooner if I knew that this would happ--”
“No. You wouldn’t know any of that because you weren’t there with me when any of these happened. But Taehyung was. And you’re telling me... that all along... he could’ve just told me everything?”
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waste it on me
☞part 15: he could’ve☜
→ pairings: jeon jungkook x reader
→ a/n: in the flashback, we (the readers) are getting to see the big picture of what happened in jungkook’s life, but he’s not telling yn every detail like the flashback. he’s just telling her the basis. leaving out the tae detail.
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liberolove ¡ 4 years ago
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Testing the Waters (pt. 2)
Summary: youve finally graduated high school and now youre moving on to college. youve decided to go to sendai university. its summer and youve become curious about checking out the dating pool in miyagi, so you download a dating app. you figure you might as well have fun before delving too deep into your studies
Part: [part two] out of ???
Pairings: nishinoya x reader / kuroo x reader / oikawa x reader / kiyoko x reader
A/N: theres tons of ships here, just me living out my hoe phase lmao please dont judge me. let me know what yall think
Genre: fluff, smut, crack
Warnings: flirting, college shinanigans
It’s been three days since the last time you saw Yuu. Gosh, even saying his name to yourself gave you goosebumps. You two have been texting non stop and honestly, it felt so refreshing. You were a pretty bad texter but he knew how to keep the conversation going. 
One of his favorite things to do was play 21 questions with you. He wasn’t like those fuckboys who would use this opportunity to ask you if you were a virgin or what your favorite position was. Yuu was different. He came up with the craziest scenarios and judged you on the way you answered. One time he asked you how you would escape a 300 lb lion that just broke out of the zoo you were visiting. You honestly had no idea how to respond but eventually you replied, 
“I’d make sure to run with a crowd and ‘accidentally’ trip a slow runner so that the lion could get distracted and probably (most likely) attack them. This would buy me some time to get the hell out there.”
This response caught Noya off guard but he loved the way you thought. You continued to come up with barbaric schemes to survive all the scenarios he would throw at you. He kept you guessing and that was what you liked so much about him. He was wild and so were you.
You were getting a little impatient over your next date so you took a deep breath and eventually asked him.
Y/N: Heeey, Yuu. I was wondering when you’d like to go out again. I’d really like to go out with you again.
Nishinoya Yuu: hey cutie! I’ve been wanting to see you again but I haven’t had any days off from work lately.. (; ・`д・´) IM DYING!! I just wanna see yoouuuuu
Y: Aw man.. :( That sucks. When do you think you’ll get your next day off?
N: idk tbh but hopefully it’s soon!!
Y: no worries, just let me know.
N: will do!!
Well, that was that. Now you wondered what you should do to pass the time. You were bored again and needed something to do. “Oh wait. I should check the app. I haven’t checked since I messaged Yuu on there. Maybe I have more matches.”
You opened up the app and you had 10 notifications. You had gotten some likes on the selfie you posted and several people viewed your profile. You checked who looked at your profile, and it was mostly ugly, older, men. “Gross,” you thought to yourself. Besides this, you noticed some new messages. 
You opened up the first message. 
“Hey sexy! Wanna come see me play? Click my link https://…..”
“Damn bots. So annoying.” You deleted the message. Next message:
“DTF?”
“I mean like yeah, but you could’ve been less forward in your message. What a turn off..” You had one last notification left. Maybe it wouldn’t be a let down.
“Are you made of Fluorine, Iodine, and Neon? 'Cause you are F-I-Ne.”
To be honest, this pick up line did make you giggle a little. You checked out the profile of the mysterious stranger who sent it and you were surprised that it was a bulked up biker. And damn, was he hot as hell. 
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His hair stood up in an organized, weird bed head kind of way. It made him look like a rooster. Rather than smile in his photos, he smirked. And his eyes looked like he could undress you solely with his gaze. He looked like your typical bad boy, but that didn’t make sense. Why would he use a chemistry pick up line?
This made you become even more interested, so you replied back with another cheesy pick up line.
Y/N: I wish I were adenine because then I could get paired with U.
Kuroo Tetsuro: Hey, kitten. I thought you’d never reply. You had me waiting.
Y: umm??? calling me kitten already?
K: What’s wrong? Are you flustered already? We haven’t even met up yet.
Y: woah there cowboy! hold your horses
K: I’m not a cowboy, but I’ll gladly have you ride me instead.
Y: skskskks i cant even-
K: Sorry. Too much?
Y: YES TOO MUCH
K: Alright. Let me start over. Ahh, a fellow chemist, I presume?
Y: yeaaah, kind of. I have a love/hate relationship with chemistry.
K: Is that so? Maybe I can help with that.
Y: oh really? how so?
K: I am a chemistry major after all. I go to Sendai. Do you go to school?
Y: uhhh i’m going to start there in the fall. I still haven’t decided what to major in, just yet.
K: Maybe you’ll end up being a chemistry major like me and I can give you private one on one lessons? 
Y: I highly doubt that, but nice try. 
K: Have you gotten a tour of the campus yet? Or are you waiting for freshman orientation?
Y: nah, I haven’t seen all of it yet. 
K: Would you like to?
Y: um sure! When are you free for my private tour? (:
K: How about tomorrow in the morning? Maybe around 9am? I can pick you up too if you’d like.
Y: Sounds good and no thanks. I’m not riding on that motorcycle! Looks scary :(
K: Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll drive safely and make sure nothing happens to you.
Y: there you go again.
K: Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. No, but really. I don’t mind picking you up. Have you ever been on a motorcycle before?
Y: nope
K: Then, let’s change that. Send me your address tomorrow morning. And get some rest.
Y: alrighty it’s a plan then!
K: No. It’s a date.
Y: sksksk omg
After that conversation, all you could think about was how the hell did you get into this mess? Motorcycles are dangerous, yet this rooster convinced you so easily to take a ride with him.. 
It was an understatement to say that you were nervous for tomorrow.
You set an alarm for 7 am the next day and went to bed.
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Your alarm woke you up and you immediately remembered why you were awake so early. You rushed into the shower and once you were out, you spent 30 minutes deciding on what to wear. You opted for some black, ripped skinny jeans and a white v-neck t-shirt. 
At 8am on the dot, your phone’s notification bell went off. It was Kuroo.
“What’s your address, baby?”
You sent him the details and continued getting ready. You put on some light makeup and brushed your hair. You checked the time, and it was already 8:55 am. Then, your phone went off again.
“I’m outside.”
Your heart almost beat out of your chest. You grabbed your purse and put on some chapstick. You know, just in case..
You locked up your apartment and walked down the stairs. You were greeted by the biggest shit eating grin on the sexiest man you’d ever seen. You never went for the bad boys but college is a time for experimenting. 
“Hey, Y/N. You ready to ride? I brought an extra helmet for you.”
“Hi, Kuroo. And yeah, I guess,” your voice shook as you replied. You were really nervous but you tried to hide it.
“Don’t worry, baby. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ll keep you safe.”
His words made you melt and you had just met him. The way he cooed at you and looked your way made you blush. You felt your cheeks get hotter by the second.
“Alright. Hop on and hold on to my waist. Hold on tight or else you’re gonna fly away when I take off. Okay?”
“..okay..” you managed to mutter. You were shaking but you put on the helmet he gave you and lifted up your leg to sit on the metal machine. You slowly hugged Kuroo from behind and held on as tight as you could. Your head was smashed right up against his large, broad back.
“Ready?” he asked.
“..yeah,” you squeaked.
Before you finished saying this, he had taken off like the devil was chasing him. If this was his meaning of safe driving, you didn’t want to find out his meaning of reckless driving.
The ride to Sendai University only took about 5 minutes, when realistically it would take 20 minutes by bus. You arrived and Kuroo teased, “are you going to let go, kitty?”
You hadn’t realized you were still gripping onto him for dear life. You released him from your hold and your hands still tingled from the amount of force you applied to his shirt. “Sorry!”
“No worries. Hey, look! I brought you here alive. Aren’t you glad?” he cackled. 
His laugh sounded like a dying hyena but it did sound a little cute at the same time. “Yeah. Thank goodness. Your driving is insane, dude.”
He showed you all over campus, from the administrative buildings to the gymnasium, to the fields. Sendai was a pretty big campus, and it made you glad that you had a personal guide to show you all the different buildings. 
After your little tour was over, he asked, “wanna grab a bite to eat? I’ll be a gentleman and pay for you too.”
Of course, you couldn’t say no to food. Much less, FREE FOOD! You nodded and got ready to ride the devil’s machinery again.
He took you to a nearby sushi bar. “Order whatever you’d like, princess. Today, I want to spoil you rotten.”
You melted at his words and also at the variety of rolls on the menu. You didn’t ask him if he really meant that you could order anything. You just kind of went for it. You ordered everything from shrimp tempura, to octopus, to eel. Sushi was your favorite and being told that you could order everything was a dream come true.
“Damn, girl! I had no idea you had such a huge appetite!  I didn’t know you’d take me seriously on my offer. You’re gonna run my pockets dry.”
You blushed and looked away. “Sorry, Kuroo. I really couldn’t help myself. I love sushi so much.”
“I’m just teasing you, baby. You deserve to be treated like this everyday.”
You had no idea how to respond so you just kept stuffing your face with sushi.
After you finally had your fill, it was time to go home. It was getting late. Kuroo took you home and you were definitely more relaxed this time on the bike. 
“I hope you had a great time today, kitty. And I hope I met your standards.”
“Yes, I did! Thank you so much, Kuroo! This was honestly so much fun. Thanks for everything.”
“Of course. Nothing but the best for you. I just need one little favor from you, baby.”
“Oh? What is it?”
“Can I get a kiss from your soft lips? I know you want to. I saw the way you kept staring at me, today.”
“Oh.. uhh.. Y-yea-yeah. Sure, of course.. Yeah,” you stammered. 
You looked at him with soft, shy eyes and before you knew it, he leaned in quickly and kissed you on the lips. Your eyes were wide open in surprise but as he deepened the kiss, your eyes slowly shut.
The kiss felt like electricity coursing through your body. You didn’t know what it was, but this man definitely already had you wrapped around his long, slender finger. 
As soon as you realized his hold on you, he backed off, and left you wanting more. He was such a tease.
“I can’t just let you have everything today, kitten. I need you wanting more.”
You didn’t know what to respond so you looked down at the ground shyly. 
“I’ll message you later, y/n. Don’t make me wait too long, again.”
You waved and muttered, “Thank you, Kuroo.”
He revved up his bike and was gone in seconds.
You remained in a daze as you walked back up to your apartment. Once you got inside, you plopped down on your couch and released a long sigh. “Who knew that college was going to be so exciting..”
[link to kuroo pic i found]
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acerine ¡ 5 years ago
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Can I request a naruto x reader? Where she’s apart of team 7 and her and naruto was dating but they fight and break up. Which causes her to get depressed and develop an eating disorder and everyone gets worried when she shows up to train bc she looks sickly and her bones stick out badly. Just angst with happy ending? (You don’t have to write it if you’re uncomfortable with this topic. I suffer from anorexia and it’s hard to find stories on this topic. I do understand if you don’t wanna write it)
Hold Me
Pairing: Naruto x Reader
Warnings: Angst, eating disorder, like one cuss word
A/N: I don't have a problem with writing about disorders but I just get worried that i’m not portraying them properly, please reach out to someone if you are suffering. aaaand that ending wasn't as happy as I wanted but I think it works. 
I don't have much knowledge on anorexia so im so sorry if I didn't write about it properly. 
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uzumaki naruto
You groaned and plopped yourself on a bench near the entrance to the village, exhausted from the search for your boyfriend. He had dashed off immediately after training was finished without a word to you; again. You were getting worried due to how often this was happening, especially worried because he had been speaking to you less -- the only time you really saw him was during Team 7 training. You had asked Sasuke and Kakashi if they knew where he was going but they seemed to be just as clueless as you.
Looking up and seeing the sun set, you decided it was time to head home. He’d tell you whatever was troubling him eventually; you could only hope at least. “Nope -- don’t doubt him, he's never given you a reason to.” you softly mumbled to yourself, but the creeping heaviness in your heart told you otherwise.
As you walked through the village you felt your stomach grumble, the exhaustion from training and searching finally catching up to you. You decided to stop by Ichiraku’s -- it was on the way to your house and their ramen is rejuvenating, especially after gruesome training with Sasuke. shudder. He certainly gives training his all, the developing bruises were proof of that.
“Naruto that’s your 3rd bowl!” a voice giggled, bringing you back to reality.
Did they just say Naruto? Of course your boyfriend would be here! Why didn't you think of checking Ichiraku’s first? You quietly chuckled to yourself as you walked towards the voices, excited to finally see your boyfriend and share some ramen with him. But you certainly weren't expecting to see your boyfriend with his arm around Sakura nor did you expect to see how close their faces were
...
“Naruto...what are you doing?” your voice cracked slightly. Naruto and Sakura both halted their movements. Slowly he turned his head to gaze at you, “W-What are you doing here Y/n?”
Sakura looked guilty and avoided your gaze; immediately letting you know that she was aware of your relationship and what she was doing. “No seriously, what are you doing here with her?” you forced out, the strain in your voice becoming less evident, your anger overpowering your sadness.
“I was just catching up with Sakura, I haven't seen her since she started working with the other medical ninja!” He yelled out in an attempt to defend himself, his eyes darting away from you to his bowl. “Y/n calm down...it’s not what it looks like.” Sakura softly spoke. You scoffed, “Then why cant either of you look at me?”
No response.
After a minute of silence you had had enough, “Okay well don't stop on my behalf. Have fun with Sakura, Naruto.” Turning around, you began to walk away before feeling a grip on your upper arm, “Wait what's that supposed to mean?”
“Im pretty sure you know what it means.” Ripping your arm away from his grasp you sluggishly began your walk home, your body in pain from training and from your aching heart.
...
You closed the door behind you, locking it, and diving face-first onto your couch. The events from before finally registering in your head. Soft sobs began to fill the empty room and the couch pillows became stained with tears. What did she have that you didn't? You knew he used to have a crush on her when he was younger but you thought he outgrew it. Hell, you thought she had a crush on Sasuke, since when has she been interested in Naruto? Your mind was filled with questions.
Your stomach grumbled once again, this time louder than before. You didn't have the energy to get up and make yourself anything -- you weren't even sure if you even had food at home. Moving into a sitting position you glanced at the kitchen before getting up and heading to your room, you could eat in the morning after you slept off today’s events.
...
You woke up and slowly got ready for training; not mentally prepared to face Naruto after your break up. You felt a pang in your chest at the thought of his name -- making you aware of how difficult training was going to be. You sighed and began to make your way to the training grounds, taking a look at the kitchen. The last time you ate was yesterday morning but you felt fine, although the painful growl said otherwise. Shaking your head, you moved towards the door and left.
...
Naruto hadn’t showed up to training today. Kakashi said he had gone on a year training mission with Jiraiya. How convenient. They could both tell something was off between you two. “How about we cancel practice today? I think we deserve a day off.” Sasuke rolled his eyes at Kakashi, “And what are we supposed to do while you read a crappy book?”
“How about you two be actual teenagers for once?” Kakashi grumbled before heading off, leaving you and Sasuke alone with nothing to do. “Well since the moron and Kakashi aren’t here do you want to train with me?” Sasuke was pretty hardcore when it came to training — seriously, this kid did not know how to hold back. Training was life or death with him but you didn’t know what else you could possibly do on your free time other than wallow in your self pity, so you agreed.
Yeah, let’s just say you were better off moping in your room.
...
Your body felt so weak from training, the only fuel being emitted into your body came from a banana. You were constantly burning away calories and weren’t eating enough to refill them but you just couldn’t bring yourself to eat a proper meal. After finding Naruto and Sakura 12 months ago, you hadn’t felt hungry. Sure your body was weak and your stomach growled occasionally but you weren’t hungry. You hated how everyone said otherwise.
“Y/N are you sure you’re not hungry? You’re starting to look like a pile of bones...”
“Seriously, i think you should eat something.”
“Your movements are becoming sluggish, fix it.”
It was all you heard now. You felt fine. You looked fine. Why was everyone freaking out? Was it because you lost a bit of weight?!
Annoyed, you began to make your way to the meet Kakashi and Sasuke. Today would be the day Naruto returned and you just wanted to get it over with. Once you arrived all you were met with the usual concerned gazes from Kakashi, an indifferent Sasuke, but now you were met with a new pair of eyes. He looked good. Really good. 
Fuck, you couldn’t do this. “You know what...i’m not feeling too hot right now so i’m going to head on home.” Your words tumbling out as you spun around, ready to return the way you came. But your legs crumbled from underneath you, too weak to fully support you anymore. You could hear Kakashi and Sasuke’s cries of concern but you couldn’t focus on them, you could only focus on the one person you didn’t want to. “Woah, what’s wrong?!” Came his frantic voice — his arms capturing your frame before you could fully hit the ground.
Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me.
You knew he could feel your bones, your oversized shirt no longer able to hide your secret. His eyes hardened before picking you up and carrying you to your house. You felt so tired and it felt like this was a dream. Everything was so hazy and you couldn’t fully comprehend what was going on. Did you actually collapse at the training field or did you hallucinate that? You couldn’t tell anymore.
But his hold on you felt real. His scent smelled real. What was he doing carrying you, you two broke up because he decided to get cozy with another girl.
Before you knew it you were being laid on your bed, “I’m going to go get some food, just...wait for me okay?” His voice cracked. Why did his voice crack? “Yeah uh okay...” Why were you agreeing to what he was saying? You watched as he walked away from your room, “What is going on?” you softly mumbled to yourself, attempting to regain your sense of reality. Staring up at the ceiling, you didn’t realize how much you changed in the year that you two broke up. Yeah okay maybe you lost some weight, and maybe you only left your room when it was time for training or missions, but was it really that odd? 
You saw Naruto coming back into your room and sat on the bed -- it dipping under his sudden weight. He had made you some soup, surprisingly not ramen, and held the spoon up to your lips, “Eat it.” You couldn't bring yourself to argue with him so you complied. The only sounds surrounding you two were the clanging of the spoon against the bowl and your small gulps. Your stomach felt warm, you had forgotten the feeling of a full stomach. 
A choked sob captured your attention. You looked up away from the bowl held in front of you and saw the tears streaming down your ex-boyfriend’s face. “Im sorry for doing this to you. I wouldn't have left if I knew this would happen.” His voice shakily cried out. You didn't know what to do, was your condition really that bad? He set the bowl onto your nightstand and cradled your cheek, his other hand wiping at his tears. “I’m so sorry.” He continuously cried out. 
The hand on your cheek felt warm, it was nice. Both of his hands now wiped at your cheeks, you hadn't realized you were crying but he was wiping your tears away for you. 
Maybe you were broken, maybe it was his fault, who could say? You pulled him into the bed with you and he held you in his arms -- he made you feel like you would be okay, he made you feel safe again. Sure you two had a long way to go before you could trust him but for now you were happy just being with him. Like it was before that day last year. 
“Please just hold me.”
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sincerelymarinette ¡ 4 years ago
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A Recorded Life (50/50) - Miraculous Ladybug
Words: 1839 Chapter Summary: After defeating Hawkmoth, there are still a few things Team Miraculous has to round up. A month later, everyone is still coping, but there are things to look forward to. Author's Note: oh my gosh...the last chapter of this story! I've been writing this for over a year and I love it so much. Thank you so much for sticking around and reading, I appreciate it more than you know! Make sure to check back in a few weeks for the mini sequel!!
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Epilogue
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One Month Later
"Don't be bemused, it's just the news," Nadja Chamack's voice rang through the TV, much less energetic than usual.
The five heroes sat on Marinette's couch, dressed in black, and emotionally exhausted. Everyone had tear-stained faces, and no one was saying anything, just sitting and coping.
"Just two hours after Emilie Agreste's proper burial, Gabriel Agreste has been found guilty for multiple counts of public endangerment, and multiple counts of kidnapping. We have reporters on the field seeing him being taken away," She reported, and the video turned to an overhead view of Gabriel Agreste in handcuffs, leaving the courthouse in the back of a police car. Adrien shut his eyes for a few seconds until the screen changed again.
Nadja continued. "His assistant, Nathalie Sancoeur, has also been charged with multiple counts of complicity but could be released early because she claims she was forced to help him. That is currently being investigated. We want to send a heartfelt message to our heroes to say thank you for keeping Paris safe and continuing to do so. The public will always support you, and we hope to see you at the statue ceremony in a few days."
Marinette squeezed Adrien's hand to remind him that she's there for him, and they would get through this together. All five of them were a mess, and just glad it was all over.
"This broadcast is dedicated to Emilie Agreste, may she finally rest in peace," Nadja said, and the TV went to commercial.
Adrien started crying again, not sure how much more he could cry before he ran out of tears. They all looked down, and Marinette shut the TV off, still holding Adrien.
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Marinette focused her camera on her friends and pressed record, then took her seat. They definitely weren't ready to be on camera all the time, but they knew this video had to be made.
"Hi, I'm Marinette," She began the video, less energetic than her videos were used to. "And I've got my team with me. Today we're doing a final Q&A about being superheroes," Marinette said. "Like before, we will choose the questions to answer, as we still have to protect some things. But most questions will come from Twitter and YouTube," She clarified.
The team was still going through a lot, emotionally and psychically. Initially, they weren't going to make any videos until they were back to normal, or as normal as they could be, but once they all agreed to take a step back, a final Miraculous video needed to be made.
"There are still some sensitive topics," Alya piped up. "So Marinette and I have already chosen the ones we will be answering, and not all of us may answer every question," She explained, hoping it would keep people from commenting anything rude.
"Are we all ready to begin?" Marinette asked the group with a soft smile, and with a round of yes, she asked the first question. "Thank you guys so much. How are you doing? We care about you and value you more than you know," She read. "I'll start. I think it's safe to say we're still kind of a mess, but we're getting better every day. It feels like one weight is off my shoulders, for now, at least," Marinette said.
There were a few nods around her, agreeing. "My head is still a mess from everything. But we've been working through it together," Alya added. "It helps that we're all together, definitely."
Adrien cleared his throat. "Marinette said it straight. I'm a mess, and I can't be any more clear than that. But having a new schedule and helping around The Bakery keeps my mind busy, but there is a new stress of starting school," He said, forcing a chuckle at the end.
"Very true!" ChloĂŠ echoed. "At least then we'll all be focusing on something to keep us busy!" She said.
Nino didn't answer as most of the emotions were covered. "Speaking of school," Alya said. "Our next question asks what's next for you guys now that the Akuma threat is gone?" Alya asked.
"I guess this is as good a time as any to announce some updates for all of us!" Marinette said and took a deep breath. I'm sure you've all noticed my lack of uploads, for obvious reasons, and they will not be going back to how they used to be. That's because I will be busy studying at my top school for design!" She said, excitedly. "I do want to get back into uploading more fashion videos, and I hope I'll be able to incorporate stuff from school into them, so keep an eye out," She winked.
Marinette looked to Adrien to let him talk about his plans. "I am going to school to study business, so I can fully take over Agreste Fashion in a few years. Right now, it is being run by the CFO, and I will be working with him and his team to help me prepare for that responsibility. In a few years, the Agreste Fashion, you know now, will be completely different, and I hope the best designer out there will be willing to tag along," Adrien nudged Marinette with a smile.
She brushed it off with an eye roll and looked to Alya next. "The Ladyblog really took off with everything going on, and I have taken a job as a full-time reporter as well as going to school for writing!" Alya said. "It will be a change of pace, but I'm really excited. ChloĂŠ?" She directed.
"Plain and simple, I'm going to study politics," She said, not elaborating anymore.
"And possibly our most exciting one...Nino?" Marinette smiled wide and turned to him.
Nino jumped when he heard his name. "Oh yeah!" He said. "I'm going to be taking a year off because I'm going on tour with Jagged Stone!" Nino said and put his fist in the air in excitement.
Jagged Stone made the offer to Nino only a few days before, and everyone was excited for him, though sad he was going to be gone for so long. The questions continued on, asking about favorite things to do as heroes, what changes they would make to their costumes, if they could switch their Miraculous for another which one would it be, and some that weren't related to superheroes at all.
They talked about how their relationships with each other have changed, and also what they wish they could have done in high school.
"Now for what I'm sure you've all been wondering, why is this the last Miraculous superhero-related video?" Marinette said, and everyone's mood changed from having fun to being somber. "We, as a group, have decided to take a step back. At least for a little bit," She said. "Hawkmoth and the Akumas are over, and crime rates are very low. Plus, it gives us a chance to focus on something different," Marinette explained.
"We love being superheroes, but it's time," Adrien added, followed with nods form the team.
Marinette took a deep breath. "But! We do have an exciting announcement. This Saturday, we will be doing a stream with Jagged Stone to finally listen to his album and talk about all the work!" Marinette said, and everyone else murmured things about it. "Check the information below to be sure to listen with us!" She said. "But I think that's it for today. Thank you all so much for watching, and I hope you'll check out our social media," Marinette took a deep breath. "Bug out."
Marinette had the video out as fast as she could, and the comments flew in.
oh man, catch me crying right now i love you guys so much
i know this is an important step for them but im still sad that its the end of an era
BUG OUT BUG OUT BUG OUT
she said BUG OUT this cant be the end of ladybug and chat noir
I hope you guys know how much we love and value you! I hope you guys are feeling better and keep getting better. Excited for everything in the future!!
OMG CONGRATS GUYS on all your achievements! Can't wait to see what you all do! ESPECIALLY YOU mari and i cant wait to see what adrien does with Agreste Fashion!!
ugh i love you guys SO MUCH
i love that mari would choose to be chat like,,, can i see that please?
I'm so buying tickets to Jagged mostly for Nino !!
thank you guys so much <3
To say they were pleasantly surprised with the comments was an understatement.
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Right after the video was uploaded and the team read through the comments, they sat in Marinette's home, waiting for their visitor. There were mixed feelings, and no one knew what to say. When there was a knock on the door, the air in the room grew thick.
"Hello, Master," Marinette said as she welcomed Master Fu into the home. The Kwamis floated behind their holders, clearly sad to be leaving, and not saying anything.
"Are you all ready?" He asked.
No one spoke, just looked at each other. "Well, that's good, because I would like to say something," Master Fu said. "You five are the best Miraculous holders. I am very proud of all of you for what you've accomplished while also having the stress of life," He said, and grabbed the Miracle Box out of his bag. "Which is why I want to pass this onto you, Marinette."
All five gasped, and Marinette was shocked. "W-what?" She asked, her jaw on the floor.
“My time as guardian of the Miraculous is up. I have been guarding these since I was just a boy, and Marinette and Adrien, you two were easily the best Ladybug and Black Cat there has ever been. You work well together and are true leaders. All five of you have the best teamwork I could have ever imagined, and after all you have been through with Hawkmoth, it is clear that it is time for a change," Master Fu said and handed the Miracle Box to Marinette, which she hesitantly grabbed. "Marinette, you were made to be Ladybug. You were made to be a Guardian."
Her friends began celebrating with wide smiles, clearly excited for Marinette. The Kwamis were exchanging confused looks as to what this meant, and Pollen was the one to speak up.
“Does this mean we can stay with our owners?” Pollen asked.
Marinette turned around, holding onto the Miracle Box tight. She took a deep breath and formed a smile. “You know, it’s probably a better idea to not have them all in one place. Who knows, maybe the world will need us again," She said, and everyone joined in a group hug. After all this stress, emotional and physical pain, it was time for them to live their lives, with their best friends (humans and Kwamis alike) by their side.
THE END
edit: (except now there’s a sequel)
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OKAY MOO, I’M CURRENTLY READING UR FIC “Home” AND I’M— THE END OF THE FIRST PART WAS SO BEAUTIFUL. “he always comes home” -> IT’S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL CONTRAST TO THE BEGINNING!!! he gets lost in his OWN fields, and that’s saying something. however, despite that, the reader still being reassured (or as much as she can reassure herself) that he always comes home = he has the red string to BRING HIMSELF BACK TO THE READER = ALWAYS COMING HOME. I’M!!!! and i love the silly banter that opened the story. aLso HIS HESISTATION OVER TELLING THE READER THE JOB HE WAS ASSIGNED... BECAUSE HE WAS WORRIED ABT THE READER.... AKDKSKKSKS. the fact he didn’t accept the offer immediately DESPITE being so in love with the sea and waited for reader’s permission is such a SMALL thing, but when you describe his love for the sea as superior, that action shows he loves the reader even more and i just- SLKDKAKDKSK. i might be over-reading and i apologise if i do bUT DO COMMENT ON IT THANK U!! 🤩💜 - ava
u sent me these eons ago and i promise i wasnt ignoring you ive just been working like 10 hour days and i am Exhausted 😭😭 but all of these messages legitamately give me life, i am so incredibly grateful! <3 im so so glad you enjoyed this fic!! and you are NOT OVERREADING I LOVE TO SEE YOUR INSIGHTS!!!! it makes me fall back in love with the fic all over again! <3 
i am SO glad that him always coming home comes through! because it gets kinda dire in the middle of the fic so i wanted there to be that hope at the back of your mind that knew he always came home. but i wanted you to be stressed about it still so :) and silly banter is my favourite part of writing this guy, i had so much fun with it alskdf.
and ok i love u, you got everything i was trying to do there <33 like i was struggling to find the balance between her reluctance and supportiveness. thats a fun (and tricky) thing about established relationship fics i find... theres that depth of understanding that can make the interactions more interesting, but so much of it is unspoken. it was a good challenge! so its so GOOD to hear that it vibes right hehe
THE WAY KUROO PLAYS WITH THE STRING!!! THAT WAS SUCH A FOND MOMENT OMG AKDKSKDK. and it’s so interesting that it appeared before kuroo even left 👀👀👀
she already missed him 🥺🥺 i originally had him tug on her hair and then i went!!! wait!!!! we can do better than that!!!!!!!!
READER IS LOST WITHOUT KUROOO!!!! AKDKSKSK and i also love the little addition where despite it being a POUT, she holds it close to her heart. with the context of their banters + that little scene, it just shows me how much each appreciate every ounce of the other party which makes me SO SO SO SOFT AKDJSKDKSK. and then hitting me with the scene where reader is eating a meal alone??? a punch in the gut. when she realised she’s alone I TOO remembered that kuroo is gone and that softness established in the previous scene is sUCKED OUT—ASKDKSKSKSK. 
im just a little obsessed with the little things and gestures that make u fall in love with someone? like the specific way my friend twirls her pen while were in lectures, or how my dad has that one little smile when hes amused himself with his own joke... and for that to be a last lifeline for her to hold on to before he leaves :’))) I JUST LOVE EST RELATIONSHIP FICS OK?!
hehehe yes im sorry about that puch to the gut oops 😇 that was a scene i had super clear in my head before i started - the bright, bright string against the relative drab of the table and room.
i’m at the part where reader gets lost and let me tell u, the fact they have a WAY to communicate via string pulling alone is SO ENDEARING and just subtly hints they have been at this whole red string thing for AGES (or at least enough to form such an understanding). that’s ADORABLE and really strengthens the bonds they have together 
yessssssssssss as soon as i thought of this idea i knew it had to be an established relationship. i have it in my brain they have been married maybe 2-3 years?? i am such a sucker for unspoken understanding relationships :’)
“You push hurriedly through the crowd, ducking between market stalls and wagons. There’s no string to follow, but you don’t need it to find him today.” THIS SENTENCE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL in the context of the entire story. and what a perfect way to describe/show the reader that it’s THE DAY. MOO, you’re really serving such great kuroo x reader stories please continue AHHAHA
this entire fic was so self indulgent please dshlfkljadsb but im glad u like this line!! i tend to try visualise the scene like a movie first? and then write it, and this was also one of the first scenes that was super clear in my brain :D
402 DAYS!!!! I SEE WHAT U DID THERE 👀👀 also, is this is a little hint to how u had to wait until the end to see timeskip kuroo? HAHAHA that wld be adorable
WAIT YO THATS CLEVER? I DIDT EVEN- ava when i say that is a COMPLETE coincidence... i literally just picked a number that was longer than 365 days... breaking news i am a secret genius JKBDSCN
i also really liked the “in-between”: of reader’s life without kuroo. u can really see how integrated they are to each other’s lifestyle, and not only that, the scene where reader handles a twin’s birth (to me) strengthens how they’re reallllly soulmates. there is a low chance that kuroo knew reader was in a desperate situation, yet he pulled on the string at the time reader needed it. it’s just—telapathy but not really + soulmate system = SOULMATES. do i make sense? and i really love the details, like how we can trace back kuroo’s scar to a moment of reader’s life in the fic. putting it at the end sort of makes me reflect on their situations that happened simultaneously yet not really. it sort of fills me in with this,,, space. that the earth is so wide. i understand deeper what reader means by “oh he’s going to be gone for so long”. it’s just. wow. the earth is so big yk.
YES YOU MAKE TOTAL SENSE!!! it's such a lovey way of looking at it :') can they communicate and understand eachother like this cuz theyre soulmates? or just because they love each other and have learnt the other inside out?? hhnn this is why i love soulmate aus, theres so much to pull apart!!!
and ok yes on the topic of how big the earth is... im so glad u mentioned this, its my favourite part because (not to get like... super sappy or anything) i was writing this through the toughest stages of our second lockdown. our restrictions got to the point we werent allowed further than 5km from out homes, so writing about freedom and big spaces and exploration of far off places was such a nice escape for me :’) this fic has ended up very close to my heart. (plus i was reading @/w-yuren’s hq0819 series at the time so i had travel and adventure on the brain hehe) 
THE ENDING.... THE ENDING.... THE WAY KUROO ASKED READER TO KI** HIM—IT’S LIKE THE KUROO IN MY HEAD YESSSSS. Gosh, this line too “when he kisses you he tastes like the sea; like salt-spray and dry rations and freedom.” may i have a director’s cut abt it :3 AND AKDJSKSK. i really love how the string appeared even tho they were together (the scene before kuroo docked on the ship) and once again, they are together, but none of them are lost because they r together-together. do i make sense? am i overreading things??? again, i have to comment on the banter. it’s simply amazing. kuroo’s replies are so,, KUROO, and they are filled with such FONDNESS I’M SO AKDKSKSK.
IM SO GLAD HE VIBES THANK U I THINK THE FONDNESS IS MY BIAS SHOWING BUT SHHHHH ;P you have picked one of my favourite lines out heheh it was one that just flowed out and wasnt one i particularly had to think about which is always nice. but i think it is a combo of me trying to be fancy lol and me being a huge fan of fantasy-books-set-on-ships. think like explorers or pirates, some rag tag bunch who have to set off on some quest and come back with some of that wildness imbued in their very being... yeah this line was definitely born from me Yearning i think :P
ooo do you mean the wedding scene? that was me trying to hit the ‘feeling lost in a crowd’ idea. you know when youre surrounded by people and joy and laughter and you just feel very small and disconnected? that.
ALSO READER’S DYANAMICS WITH KARASUNO CHARACTERS IS ADORABLE AKDKSKSKK. the festival scene was such a breather and it was adorable to see her interact with those characters. it feels like a snapshot in her life i simply adore that :3
ahh yea! i wanted her to have a life, you know? shes not the type to mope around, like life goes on. that doesnt mean she doesnt miss him oof but theres a whole community around to support her too!! and im very fond of takeda in this scene :’) he takes care of his crows <3
I RAMBLED SO BAD BUT THANK U AGAIN LOVELY I CANT EXPLAIN HOW AMAZING THESE ARE TO RECIEVE <3  
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Chapter Rating: Mature Relationships: Alistair/Female Cousland Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Fereldan Civil War AU - No Blight, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Demisexuality, Cousland Feels, Hurt/Comfort Summary: The army reaches Aeylesbide, and prepares for the next campaign.
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Seventh day of Firstfall, 9:32 Dragon  
The rain had been sheeting sideways for half a day by the time the sloped, tiled roofs of Aeylesbide came into view, a proper Firstfall gale that brought down the clouds and drove water stinging into the eyes, feeding the misery of both man and beast. After all, oilskins could only do so much before water found the exposed gaps between plate and mail and leaked through to seep its chill down to the bone. The horses’ heads were low, the company spattered with mud, the baggage soaked. The discomfort cast a pall over the countryside that went beyond mere seasonal change, and between the driving gusts of rain, Alistair cast a leery gaze over the bare trees and the fields left fallow for the winter. It was barely past midday, but so late in the year the light had already begun to fade.  
As they followed the road into the village proper, the bulk of the company split off from the head of Cailan’s guard to find the rest of the encampment. The flat of the green stretched out lankly in the space between the chantry and the guildhall, a lifeless shade of its summer self scattered with cast, half-rotten leaves and devoid of all movement save a huddle of bedraggled ducks in yearling plumage. The tree that had sheltered the villagers from the Summerday heat had been festooned with decorations in place of its discarded foliage, but Satinalia was a week gone and the ribbons and paper baubles that remained hung limp and bedraggled as broken cobwebs from its branches. What faces they did see peered out at them from the dark, misted windows of the village’s cottages.  
Bann Ferrenly waited for them under the shelter of his porch, with thick boughs of fir and holly wreathed over the lintel. The winter skeleton of the manor’s gardens loomed around them as the party squelched from their saddles, the tall husks of shrubbery and blackened flower stalks kept at bay only by the warm welcome of their hosts and the cheery hearthlight behind them. A troop of grooms was standing by to take the horses.
“My friends, it has been too long!” Ferrenly boomed, his arms open and his ruddy face beaming as he bowed low. “We had almost given you up as drowned on the road!” 
Next to him, the delicate lady Raina offered a curtsey. “Welcome to our home once more, Your Majesty. I’ve had the servants prepare baths, and fresh linens await the officers in the underhall.”  
“My lady!” Cailan laughed, throwing back his hood so he could shake his head free of droplets like a dog. “The wealth of your hospitality is outmatched only by your beauty, and it pleases me so that neither are dampened by this intolerable weather.”  
“Well said, Your Majesty, well said.” Both the bann and his wife wore their feast day attire, and the rich threads caught the light as he turned his attention to the rest of the party. “Your Highness, and Your Ladyship! From what I hear tell you’ve both tales to tell, but that can wait until you look less than half frozen, eh?”  
With a chuckle, he stepped back to usher everyone through the main door. They passed from the cramped vestibule to the open hall at the bottom of the stairs, into the reach of servants armed with towels and hangers for their sodden outer layers. Water dripped onto the baked tile floor, reflecting the candlelight and the sheen of the Satinalia ribbons that wove around the banister and draped from the iron chandelier in the middle of the room.  Alistair shucked off his cloak with gratitude, so far beyond shivering after so long in the cold that he could barely get his gloves off. Next to him, Rosslyn looked just as miserable. Her rain-matted hair was plastered to her face, a stark contrast against her skin that robbed the life from her cheeks and made his hand twitch with the urge to tidy the black strands behind her ears. Instead, he watched the reflexive scrunch of her expression as the sudden transition to a warm room stung her eyes and nose and invited a sneeze. She smothered it well, and met his anxious look with a lopsided smirk – all she could do, given their audience.  
“I’m afraid dinner will not be ready for another two hours,” Lady Raina was saying. “We did not expect you so early.”  
The king shook his head. “It just gives us more time to wring ourselves out, my dear. Those baths are ready now, I understand?”  
“Indeed, Your Majesty.” Raina smiled. “If you would follow me.”  
With an instruction to her husband to check on the cook, and for the chamberlain to lead the guard to the servants’ quarters, she started up the stairs with Cailan, Alistair, and Rosslyn following behind. A creak above and a tumble of giggles greeted them halfway up, but the flash of three bright faces vanished from the landing too quickly to catch as a sharp reprimand from an unseen nanny shooed the children back to the nursery.  
“They’re excited at the prospect of an extended Satinalia,” Raina explained, casting a fond glance upwards. “We told them you would want space after your journey, but I expect they’ll find a way to ambush you sooner or later. I promise to fend them off as long as I can.”  
“No need,” Cailan replied, and raised his voice. “Perhaps I shall at least exact my revenge upon the fabled warriors three!”  
More giggling. Alistair caught a wistful tilt to the corner of Rosslyn’s smile and brushed his hand lightly across hers. He hoped nobody noticed. When they reached the landing, Raina showed them their rooms, the same ones they had had recuperating from West Roth, and curtseyed again before continuing up to the nursery on the next floor. An awkward silence descended, fatigue so profound it left them giddy now that rest and food were so close within their grasp.  
“Brother, you brought no change of clothes,” Cailan realised. “And you’ve no servant to attend you.”  
Alistair, who like Rosslyn was dressed in layers donated by the templar quartermaster, blinked and rubbed a hand down his face. “Oh.”  
“No worry, we’re of a size – I’ll have Villers run something to you from my trunk.”
“What about Rosslyn?”  
“We travelled light into the Frostbacks – most of my clothes stayed with the army,” she answered, a hand over her mouth to suppress a yawn. “A good thing, too. I don’t think His Majesty’s clothes would fit.”  
“You could pull it off.”  
She turned to him, an amused smile canted at the corner of her mouth as she folded her arms, the half-outraged tilt of her brows betraying the connotation of his words an instant before they registered in his fogged mind.  
His face flushed with heat. “I only – that’s not –” His eyes flicked down before he could stop them, mind alight with easily half a dozen images determined to translate exactly where such a phrase might take him. “Maker’s breath, I didn’t mean it like that!”  
“Like what?” she asked sweetly.  
“Uhm…”  
Stuck between the two, Cailan swallowed a laugh behind a cough. “That is my note to leave, I think. Though a word of caution – our Lady Falcon takes no prisoners.”  
“Enjoy your rest, Your Majesty,” Rosslyn said, perfectly nonchalant, nodding as he bowed and turned to leave.  
“You’re evil,” Alistair muttered to her once they were finally alone.
“Maybe I just wanted to chase away our audience.” She leaned towards him, still with a smirk playing around her lips, and looked him up and down.
“Ha. I don’t know who finds it weirder that he knows, me or him.”
Something guarded entered her expression then, and she dropped her gaze to take his hand. “Are you… Do you mind that I told him?”  
“Mind?” he repeated, breaking into a grin as he squeezed her fingers. “You said your heart belonged to me. In front of a real, actual person. I’m not sure how I deserved such a treasure, but how could I mind?” He pressed her knuckles to his lips, frowned at how cold they were.  
“You’re trying to flatter me.” The worry in her expression lingered. “You don’t think it was too soon?”  
“Do you want to take it back?” he teased.  
“No.”  
“Good.” He sidled closer. “You know, it’s been too long since I’ve kissed you.”  
She leaned back just far enough to stay out of reach, grinning. “You kissed me yesterday.”  
“Like I said, too long.”  
“Alistair.”  
He stopped when her palm landed against his chest.  
“I’m cold, and tired, and – frankly – filthy.” Before he could open his mouth to argue, or apologise, she tugged on his fingers and drew them to her lips. “Come find me before dinner.”  
Rueful, he caught her chin in his fingertips. Every fibre of his body yearned towards her, weary and worn as it was, seeking an instinctual sort of comfort that damned the need for propriety, for company, for the appearances that would mean he’d have to sleep in a strange bed without her in his arms. A rebellious little idea flared in the stubborn corners of his mind, grumbling at the need to go to dinner at all.
The thought passed in an instant. “I’m not sure I could deny you anything,” he confessed, even as he realised it himself, and let her go.  
She darted forward and stole a peck against his cheek. “Love you.”
“That one doesn’t count,” he groused. “You still owe me a kiss.”  
“Be sure to come and collect it, then.”  
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The light had entirely gone from the sky by the time Rosslyn dismissed her maid. During the months on campaign, she had become used to the feeling after battle, the empty, worn out expanse where conscious thought flickered like the shapes of fish beneath an iced-over pond. She stared out at the dark only because it made a better impression than staring at a wall, her eyes unfocused on her wraithlike reflection in the window, the flash at her throat where a pendant turned between her fingers. She’d managed to doze in the bath, long enough to prune. Her right arm ached. Her hair hung damp in its new braids, fragrant with jasmine, loose down her back over formal attire that rested warm and crisp against her skin, and still her mind was far away. Rarely did the tide of war give her so much time to dwell on what had happened. What would it be like when the war was over altogether, once Highever was back in her grasp and the coastlands hers to rebuild? The demon had worn her father’s face, and even then, she hadn’t hesitated…  
Someone knocked on the door. Shaking herself from her thoughts, she turned and called for whoever it was to enter, ready to be gracious, as if there were nothing wrong at all.  
“Are you decent?” Alistair called as he poked his head around the door. His eyes were squeezed comically shut and he kept his nose in the air in case he had to hurriedly look at the ceiling.  
“And if I weren’t?” she asked, amused.  
“Then, uh…” A blush stalked its way up his neck as he cleared his throat. “There’s no way I can answer that, is there?”  
She chuckled. “You can open your eyes.”  
He did, first squinting with one eye then staring with both, the slow, involuntary scan over her body leaving her flustered, demuring at the pleasant flutter in her stomach. Her gown was the deep blue of her family’s colours, cut traditionally with a high collar and a fitted bodice that flared ever so slightly into long skirts at her hips, and flared outer sleeves that trailed almost to the floor. It felt good to have it appreciated, even if this particular form of appreciation was one she usually met with a cold glare and a colder snap of manners. He let out a steadying breath, moving forward to slip his hands around her waist, chest against her back and a kiss against her hair, and denied her view of him in Cailan’s clothes, which suited him well despite being rather loose about the waist and shoulders. She tapped her fingers on the bracers at his wrists, a smile on her lips as she traced the interweaving lines of the War Dogs she had commissioned for him all that time ago.  
“Fascinating view.”  
“I was thinking,” she chided, sliding a hand to the back of his head.
He hummed at her touch. “About what?”  
She hesitated. They had so much left to do, so many worries, bound by honour and duty already even before any sort of future might present itself. If the demon’s vision had shown her anything, it was that she would always be beholden to Highever and its people, to the legacy of her family, and whatever path it lay before her, more and more the desire to walk it waned without the certainty that Alistair would be beside her, as close as he stood now. One of his hands had unfolded itself from her waist so he could push her hair away from the side of her neck. His fingers brushed her skin so lightly she gasped.  
“How long until dinner?” she asked.  
His grin pressed against the juncture of her shoulder, words a shiver that raised gooseflesh along her arms. “We have some time.”  
“Alistair…”  
“At your service,” he murmured, trailing his kisses higher. “Rosslyn?”  
She had forgotten to breathe. “You’re being bold today.”  
A heartbeat, and he withdrew, not far enough to lose contact, but enough that she could pull away if she wanted to. Her fingers foundered in his hair, and she felt the loss of his warmth as keenly as a winter gale against her back. The movement drew her with him, turning so she could look upwards into the worry she had put in his face. Where her palm cupped his jaw, she felt him swallow.  
“Too bold?” he asked.  
Her head shook, both in answer and because yet again she found herself falling further. “I still owe you a kiss, remember?” The joy that spread in his smile brought an answer to her lips, made her lean closer.  
“How good of you to remind me…” but then he paused, frowning, and brought his fingertips to her throat with an unsteady breath she didn’t know how to read. “You still have it.”  
“What –?”  
His fingers were tentative on his mother’s amulet, as if not even touching it could make him believe it was really there. “You’re wearing it. I hadn’t thought after everything, that… that you’d still have it.”  
“I…” It would be too easy to comfort him, to tell him she never lost faith, nor her temper. “I almost threw it at a wall when I heard about the plans for you and Valesh. I was so angry… I tore it off and shoved it at the bottom of my strongbox so I wouldn’t have to look at it – or remember.” She smiled. “I missed wearing it.”  
Reverently, his touch moved upwards, along her pulse to the corner of her jaw, pulling lightning in its wake. His gaze rose to her mouth. When she moved, less than an inch of encouragement, whatever spell held him broke and he swept down to meet her, a hungry, ragged edge to his sigh as the kiss deepened and her fingers slid once more to the back of his neck. She pulled him close without preamble, flaring with the same spark that had taken her in Greagoir’s office, the desperation of needing him closer, grasping at clothes and hands and anywhere she could reach, and grinning when strong arms wrapped like a vine around her back, as if he too might drown without such contact. His mouth found her neck as the windowsill collided with the back of her legs. Breath heavy, she wavered, shuddered, sank teeth into his shoulder to stifle a moan at the wander of his hands. It only caught fabric, but he felt it enough to stop, even if he stayed so close the tickle of his laugh ghosted across her skin.  
“So the lady does bite,” he murmured. “Interesting.”  
She smirked, remembering the conversation from so long ago, and turned her lips to his ear. “Someone baited me.”  
“Can I do it again?”  
“I…” Uncertainty crowded in, a stormcloud covering the sun. He felt the tension freeze in her shoulders, but she couldn’t look at him, or the frustration surely painted over his features. “I don’t mean to tease, I – I really don’t.” His attention had made her bold; her enjoyment made her want to toy with ideas she had rarely before entertained, and yet in her mind there still yawned that massive gulf between thinking and doing.  
“I love you,” he said, tilting her chin without a hint of accusation. He smiled. “And you’re not teasing. And I’m not disappointed – I could kiss you for hours and not get bored.”  
The admission sent warmth curling down to her toes. She reached up, aware of his palm on her waist, the other on her jaw, and trailed her fingers through his hair. “But you do want more.” Somehow, hearing it was important.  
He swallowed. His thumb brushed her lips. “I want –”  
The doorknob turned. Startled, they sprang apart, stung by blushes as their hands fell to straighten their rumpled clothing. A young girl no more than eight pouted at them from the doorway, her black eyes squinting suspiciously in a face framed by a mess of dark brown ringlets.  
“Were you kissing?” Bann Ferrenly’s eldest demanded.  
Rosslyn exchanged a nervous glance with Alistair. His mouth opened to reply, but his hair still stuck up at odd angles and he had little experience with children, especially those on the cusp of discovering adults could lie. He looked at her as she clamped her hand on his arm, but took her warning and kept quiet.  
She turned back to the child, who on their previous stay had been introduced as Moyna. “What do you know about kissing, little one?”  
“I know Mama and Papa do it, and they say I’m not to do it ‘til I’m older.” Moyna made a face. “I don’t want to do it ever!”  
“Very wise of you,” Rosslyn replied with a reassuring smile. “Can you keep a secret?”  
The child regard them both suspiciously. “What secret?”  
“Not a bad secret, just an important one,” came the assurance. “Like… when you pick strawberries for your mama but you don’t want her to know until dinnertime because then you get to give them to her.”  
“Mama likes strawberries.”  
“I know. Can you keep that kind of secret?”  
“I’m the best at that kind of secret!” Moyna declared, puffing out her chest.  
“Cross your heart?” Rosslyn asked.  
A solemn nod. “And hope to die, stick a dagger in my eye.”  
“You are good at keeping secrets.” Rosslyn smiled. “Alright. The truth is, His Highness and I were kissing, because we like each other very much.” The words, unspoken until that moment, scorched crimson across her cheeks, as if it were the utterance alone that made it real. Alistair pressed reassurance into her hand, and she squeezed back. “He’s very special to me.”  
“Like Mama and Papa?” Moyna asked.  
“Exactly like, except nobody can know that we like each other.”
“That’s stupid.”  
Alistair offered the girl a wry smile. “Sometimes the reasons adults do things seem that way when they’re complicated.”  
“That’s what Papa says.”  
“And do you trust your papa?” Rosslyn asked.  
The child tilted her head to the side, but nodded.  
“Then you know this is important. It’s a very special secret, and you can’t tell anyone you even have it, because then they’ll all want to know and it won’t be special anymore.” She let a note of steel creep into her voice. “And we’ll know who told them.”  
Chastened, Moyna’s gaze dropped to her feet. “Is he nice to you?” she asked. “Mama said that’s important.”  
For an instant, Rosslyn’s mind stumbled. Traitorous thoughts ran back to the moments before the interruption, stoking the heat in the back of her neck with reminders of broad hands across her back, the sensitive mark over her pulse he had discovered for her with his teeth. But then there was also the way he held her in comfort, his jokes, the warmth of waking up beside him, and the faith that always shone from his eyes when he looked at her.  
“He’s very nice to me,” she answered finally. “It’s good of you to ask.”  
“I was meant to get you for dinner.”  
Alistair stepped forward this time. “Lead on then, fair maiden. We wouldn’t want to be late. This one –” he grinned and snaked his arm around Rosslyn’s waist “– gets awfully grumpy when she’s hungry.”  
“You’re baiting me again,” she warned.  
“Am I?”  
If not for their audience, she would have kissed him to wipe the grin from his face, but an eye-roll did just as well. Moyna retreated and led the way into the hall, and the moment the child’s back turned, he stole a kiss to her temple.
“I don’t think that would have gone half as well if I’d opened my mouth,” he muttered. “How did you know that would work?”  
She leaned into him. “I had a nephew, remember?”  
“Oh… Rosslyn, I –”  
“You don’t need to apologise,” she murmured. “Come on, before all the food’s gone and I really do get grumpy.”  
He chuckled, still contrite, but let her untangle herself and followed though the quiet house after their guide. As they neared the dining room and the warm light spilling from it, they became more conscious of the space between them, hating that it had to be maintained, but even with propriety aside, Cailan had warned them about being discreet until Eamon’s part in their separation was brought to light. Rosslyn caught Alistair’s hand a moment before he reached for the door, brushing a swift kiss over his cheek when he turned to question what was wrong. He wavered towards her, expression torn, but before he could say anything Moyna tramped through the door and announced them both like a herald, vanishing all opportunity for escape.  
“We could still go back upstairs, finish our conversation,” he murmured, and sighed. “But we can’t really, can we?”
She shook her head. “As much as I would like to, and not just because I haven’t had a proper       meal in two days. We should follow Cailan’s lead on this, at least until –”
“Are you two ever going to join us, or do we need to come and find you?” Teagan called.
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They had no chance to finish their conversation after dinner, or in the weeks that followed. Besides interruptions from Ferrenly’s children, who spent the bad weather and their extended Satinalia holiday playing hide and seek through the house, preparations began in earnest for the push north. Daily, Rosslyn traipsed through the mud to attend drills and oversee the installation of boardwalks in the army camp, sensitive to the balance of morale that pitted the misery of the rain against the rumours swirling amongst the ranks. Even the most oblivious soldier could sense their change in purpose, and the change in their commander. No longer did they suffer a long slog through the Bannorn, subduing lord after lord with barely a sniff of home – no, now the exercises Rosslyn ran with her officers gave the air of a knife being sharpened, honed with intent to make quick work of the kill. The soldiers who had been with her at Harrowhill recognised the new manic edge to her movements and they responded. The energy of the camp swelled and churned, until one night, it culminated in a group of soldiers breaking into the equipment store. The next morning, the new face of every practice dummy was revealed, rows of blank heads turned into crude likenesses of Howe, complete with his telltale crow-like nose and sneer. The ranks held their breath as Rosslyn caught sight of them, and sighed in relief when her only reaction was the slight lift of a smile and a chuckled carry on.
Most days, she left Cuno with Alistair. Loyal hound he might be, but he despised muck between his toes, and stank badly enough to wake the dead when he stayed out in the wet too long, and in any case, ever since arriving with Eamon’s contingent, he had been sulking at her for leaving him behind to fight at the Circle. He much preferred snoring by the fire for the hours Alistair sat at his desk, going over logistics. Tedious but comfortable, it mirrored the work he had done as Teagan’s right hand, except the extra authority his title gave him meant there were far fewer people willing to pick a quarrel these days. He met daily with quartermasters, cook staff, smiths, bookkeepers, and even templars looking to have their particular supply needs met, and he counted every headache as another step towards seeing Rosslyn safer on the battlefield.
He found himself with a spare hour two days before they were due to depart for Deerswall. The following day had already been cleared for the judgement Cailan would pass on Arl Eamon, but that thought only churned his stomach. Sick of fidgeting, he rose and crossed to the window to peer through the misted glass at the grey daylight beyond.
“Rain’s cleared up,” he informed the dog, who had lifted his head at the unexpected movement. “How about a walk?”
Cuno eyed him balefully for a moment, before setting his head back on his paws with a groan.
“Suit yourself.”
He spotted Rosslyn a little while later at the far end of the training field, overlooking weapons practice for a group of soldiers all bearing the Laurels on their surcoats. A pair of guards cleaning equipment pointed her out, standing with feet planted and arms folded as she watched the exercise. The past two weeks had shed all her refined accoutrements and left her once more dressed in a plain gambeson and breeches, her only ornament in the belt she wore to secure Talon to her hip. The stray wisps of hair feathered around her head told him she herself had been involved in at least one bout already that morning.  
“Is this your pool of volunteers?” he asked, coming to stand beside her.
Her frown eased slightly as she glanced at him. “All eager souls wanting to prove their mettle. There were more of them, but these were the only ones who could tie knots.”
“Do you have enough?”
“More than.” She grimaced. “That’s what today is – a final cull before we set off.”
Worry lurked beneath her clipped tone. A place as well fortified as Castle Cousland could never be taken by brute force, and they had spent hours poring over strategy, weighing options, looking for chinks in the defences of her childhood home. She knew them all intimately, she told them, because her father had been practical, and had wanted his children prepared in case Highever ever fell to another occupation. It was only small comfort that the queen’s presence prevented levelling the walls being considered even as a last resort.
Alistair cleared his throat as Gideon bellowed at one of the volunteers to retreat to the edge of the field.
“Aren’t those the men who deserted Howe?” he asked.
She nodded. “Riley and his mates. When word got out I was looking for a strike force he all but barged into my office to ask for a chance to honour his debt to me.”
“Isn’t he worried he’ll be facing old comrades?” he replied. “Aren’t you worried about his loyalties?”
“What’s this, my love?” she teased, turning to him. “You’re usually the one trying to remind me about mercy.”
“Mercy doesn’t mean turning your back on someone who would have once tried to kill you,” he told her, and dropped his voice. “You’re risking a great deal.”
“Not really. Howe isn’t one to suffer slights to his authority, and Lowan’s reputation is brutal. Even if Riley and the others hated my guts, they care too much for their own survival to kill me.” She tilted a smirk at him. “Even if they thought Howe would react favourably, they know there are people whose loyalty to me would see them hunted down and butchered.”
He hated the relish he heard in her voice, a cold spark of ruthlessness that hadn’t been there once upon a time. Cailan had told him about the events at South Reach, but only in the barest detail, with the understanding that no account could match the ordeal of actually being there, and thinking there was part of her he couldn’t reach stabbed him with a peculiar kind of discomfort.
“What?”
“It’s…” He sighed. “You talk about your own life like it’s just another – like it’s a tool to use for leverage.”
“Maybe that comes from having your entire family murdered,” she snapped, and flinched. “I’m sorry, I… I’ll be better when we get moving.”
Wishing he could do more, he laid a hand against her arm. “We’re nearly there, and we’ll make it all the way.”
“And tomorrow?” she asked, with a glance at his mouth.
“Everything’s set, but Cailan refuses to tell me what he’s planning.” A note of uncertainty entered his gaze. “I know I said I didn’t want to hide this anymore, but if there were another way – we don’t have to –”
“Yes we do,” she interrupted. “He has to pay for what he’s done, and that is inextricably tied to the fact that he somehow knew about us and wanted to stop it. What?”
He smirked. “Just admiring the love of my life. She’s the most determined person I’ve ever met.”
The blush that stole across her face matched the flustered smile she tried to hide behind her stern warrior’s mask, and both brought a flutter to his stomach. He leaned closer.
“Why, my dear lady, whatever is the matter?” he teased.  
“You,” she answered, with a wry glance. “You’re entirely too charming.”
“You think I’m charming?”
“I think a lot of things about you.”
“Such as?” Very little space remained between them now, and he only regretted that they had had so little time in recent days for any kind of privacy.
Her gaze darted down. “Why don’t I tell you later?”
“You’re mean,” he retorted, and cleared his throat. “But I’ll have to look forward to it. Your commander looks very grumpy all of a sudden.”
Behind her, Gideon’s disapproving look burned like sunlight through a shard of glass, not so much aimed at him but at his audacity for distracting Rosslyn from her task. She glanced over her shoulder, abashed, and folded her hands behind her back as she turned to face her soldiers once more. Most were still too busy with the drill to have caught sight of the conversation, but those already eliminated from the selection did their very best to show they were not watching from the side of the field. The blush still lingered on her cheeks.
“I’m sorry to keep you, Your Highness,” she said formally.
“Yes.” He cleared his throat. “Anyway. Carry on, Your Ladyship.”
He looked back just as the rain started again. She paid it no mind, her gaze once more fixed raptor-like on those under her command, and if a faint brush of pink still tinged her skin, from a distance it left less of an impression than the tired circles bruised under her eyes. A squirm of anxiety woke in his gut as he recognised the look, but this time, he promised himself, things wouldn’t be like they were after West Roth. He had the power now to see to it, and he cared too much to fail her again.
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thebiasrekkers ¡ 5 years ago
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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]
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Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC Genre: BTS Mafia!AU Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Smut, Slow Burn
“It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?
AO3 | WP
Chapter 05: Boyz With Fun
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"The fun boys go until the dawn moon sets, This is so fun, all fakeness has gone home."
Seoul - Cheongdam; Gangnam District South Korea
Taehyung leaned against the side of the building, the stick of his lollipop poking out from between his lips. After all these years, he still possessed an almost insatiable sweet tooth. It was one of the few things in life that he just couldn’t seem to give up and could also maintain his interest. As much of a flirt that he was, women came and went from his bed. Or he from theirs. The rough and tumble life they led in the earlier days of their beginnings had seemingly lost its attraction. But sweets? Well, those just never got old.
However, there were some people that could keep his attention. It was a feat, yes, but not impossible. One such individual worked in the very building he was leaning against. In fact, he’d been shadowing them for the better part of a few months. They were stubborn and liked to appear that they weren’t interested or even a bit curious as to why he was shadowing them. But that was fine. Taehyung didn’t mind.
It made the chase all the more delicious.
As he spied the time on his watch, he knew that this person was going to be clocking out soon. Their routine in this place was like clockwork; predictable and consistent. There were times when a wrench got thrown in, ultimately ruining the schedule, but those moments were rare. Unable to hide the growing excitement on his face, he pushed himself off the concrete surface and made his way through the automatic sliding doors of the hospital.
Not even a handful of steps into the lobby, he saw the person he was looking for. Or, rather, waiting for. She was dressed in her scrubs – a soft, periwinkle blue – clutching her bag while her coat draped over one of her arms. Tall with brown skin and curling dark hair, her glasses were situated on her face in a way that made her seem almost adorable. She was talking with one of her co-workers, probably about the patients they had for the day and what their plans were for the coming weekend. Would they trade off shifts? God, he hoped not.
She let out a laugh and Taehyung crunched into the hard candy, chewing methodically as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his slacks. He was mentally counting down how long it would take for her to notice him.
Three…two…one…bingo!
When the countdown finished in his head, she looked up and their eyes met. Her smile fell a fraction and she slowed her pace down a measure. Her co-worker seemed confused by the action until the other nurse caught sight of Taehyung. She gave a small wave and he returned the gesture just as she smirked playfully toward the woman whom he couldn’t take his eyes from. The other woman gently nudged her and told her she would see her tomorrow. Taehyung closed the distance between them, standing just a foot in front of her.
“Hey there, Gorgeous,” he said, the candy’s stick clamped between his teeth as he flashed her his trademark boxy smile, “long day?”
The woman, Raelyn Briggs, rolled her eyes as she side-stepped him so she could walk around him. “What is it now?” She asked him the question, but continued walking – as if she really didn’t care one way or the other if he answered or not.
Pivoting on his heels, he jogged up beside her while spitting the stick into the garbage. “Was it a bad day?”
“It was fine until you showed up.”
She refused to look at him, but this didn’t stop him from smiling or from being persistent.
“Aw, c’mon. That’s not a nice thing to say.” He dramatically placed a hand on his chest, palm resting over the spot where his heart was beating steadily beneath. “I need you to give me a check-up.”
Raelyn scoffed. “Then schedule an appointment.”
Taehyung clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth. “Don’t be like that, Rae Noona.”
"Like what?”
He pouted. “You’re such a meanie.”
“And you’re a menace.”
He tried to maintain his pouty expression, but he soon dissolved into a small fit of laughter. He didn’t know why but annoying her was so fun. Maybe it was because she made it so easy or because she didn’t immediately tell him to go fly a kite in downtown traffic. He couldn’t help his curiosity when it came to Raelyn.
She wasn’t the first transplant to come to South Korea. In this day and age, it was pretty common for foreigners to immigrate to other countries for work. There were all kinds of programs for teaching as well as through vocational or technical skills. Trade skills existed all over the world and like Koreans often went to other countries to learn, the same could be said for others wanting to expand their knowledge in a variety of fields.
From what he was able to glean, Raelyn was one such individual. Even though he’d known her for the better part of three years, she’d lived in South Korea for four. The more scandalous side of it all was that Raelyn used to date Hoseok. Things ended on her terms, though the reason for it was a bit hazy. At least what he was able to learn from the other Hyungs. No one really wanted to talk about it and so Taehyung didn’t pry.
He couldn’t remember why, exactly, the topic had been broached, but he did recall that Hoseok said he was over the relationship. That things ended for the best. Not that Taehyung was in the business of taking someone’s second serving of a dish, but if she was a girl interesting enough to turn Hoseok’s head then he had to know what she was all about.
Imagine his surprise when he discovered that she was a nurse, darker skinned and a foreigner.
Taehyung ran a few paces in front of Raelyn and stopped, forcing her to come to a halt. She had a clear look of irritation painted over her face, but this made his smile widen. He knew that she was just taking off from work and probably wanted to have nothing to do with him, yet he just wasn’t selfless enough to leave her alone. Maybe she was playing hard to get. Who knew? But she kept his interest and that made him even more determined to get her to give him a chance.
“Look, Noona,” he said, brushing his fingers through his silvery blue and black hair, “I know you’ve probably had a long day and that’s why I wanna take you out. Nothing fancy or uncomfortable, I promise.” He held his hands up in a show of playful surrender. “Just dinner and a drink. You think you’d be up for something like that?”
Raelyn gave him the once over, canting her head slightly in a way that made the lens of her glasses shine off from the many streetlights along the corner. There really wasn’t a reason for her to accept his offer. Then again, there really wasn’t a reason for her to decline it either. It was a win-win situation for both. He had a few days of down time before Jimin and he would have to hit the streets again to collect on some things. Normally Taehyung made an effort to get ahead of the game, but he wasn’t sure when he’d be able to get a chance to really get to know Raelyn for who she was. Not just the professional nurse mask she wore, but the real face that hid behind it.
After a few more grueling minutes of silence, Raelyn sighed slowly and Taehyung had to contain his excitement. He knew that he’d won. As he was mentally giving himself a pat on the back, he watched Raelyn setting her purse down on the ground so she could slip into her coat. Taehyung moved so that he was behind her, helping her arms slide into the sleeves. He leaned down and picked up her purse and she set it on her shoulder.
With a wide gesture of her arm, she cocked her head to the side. “After you.”
Taehyung grinned, holding out his arm for her and she shook her head while rolling her eyes. He gently elbowed her persistently and when her arm finally slid through his, he beamed proudly. For whatever reason, he felt like he was suddenly on top of the world.
Like he promised, they walked and talked amicably. It was no secret what circles he ran with and there was no sense hiding it from her. It wasn’t like she was ignorant to his world. He was curious about her day-to-day activities and quickly ascertained that he admired her drive to help people. But she wasn’t above taking care of herself. Self-care was important. People tend to forget that.
He most certainly did not .
It didn’t take them long to arrive to their destination. It was a quiet café with a nice atmosphere that also served modest entrees. He remembered her saying once that after a long shift, the last thing she wanted to do was gorge on food and pass out. It normally gave her indigestion in the morning and she wasn’t about that life. Taehyung could eat enough for three people, but that was just his metabolism and active lifestyle talking.
She ordered a deli sandwich, soup and coffee while he ordered a plate of pasta with tea. Their conversation continued on the tamer side and he ignored the looks that a few patrons gave them. He knew that he was good looking and there were people who also knew that he was part of the underground circuit. He didn’t care for their judgmental eyes or thoughts, keeping his attention on Raelyn as she ate politely while indulging him in conversation. Also politely.
Then the anvil fell.
“So,” she said, raising the mug up to her lips, “do you think it’s a good idea to be gettin’ fresh with your boss’s ex-girl?”
Taehyung was in mid-sip of his tea when he inhaled suddenly, racked with a coughing fit that he thought would never end. People were looking at him for a different reason now. He stared at her, unblinking, wondering just where the hell that even came from.
In fact, he was going to ask.
“Where the hell did that come from?”
She scoffed, sipping from the mug and then setting it down. “Oh come on , Taehyung- ssi ,” she said, putting extra emphasis to the polite way of addressing him, “I don’t know what game you’re playing but I know that you’ve been poking around me because you want to know something, don’t you?” Raelyn pushed her glasses up along the bridge of her nose. “‘What could my boss, Jung Hoseok, possibly have seen in a woman like this?’ That’s what you’re thinking, isn’t it?”
His mouth opened to protest, but he soon closed it when he realized that she wasn’t completely wrong.
But she wasn’t completely right, either.
However, instead of answering, all he could do was remain silent – his lips pressing together in a thin line.
Raelyn chuckled because she knew she’d gotten the upper hand. It wasn’t in his nature to not throw something back at her in rebuttal. But he knew he couldn’t regain the advantage. Not in this conversation.
“I’m pretty sure you already know that I was the one to end things. You’re wondering why that is, aren’t you? Why a woman like me would walk away from the benefits and opportunities that come with being the boss’s girlfriend?”
His eyes narrowed slightly. Anger flared behind his eyes, but he couldn’t pinpoint just what he was angry for . If it was because he’d been outsmarted, or if it was because Raelyn was taking Hoseok lightly.
No , he thought, his grip tightening around his cup of tea, she knows exactly what he is capable of.
“I’ll tell you why, Taehyung-ssi, so that you’ll finally get an idea of who I am and maybe, just maybe, you’ll leave well enough alone.” Raelyn finished up her coffee and began digging through her purse. She pulled out a black and silver clutch, removing a few bills from within. “As glamorous as your world is in movies and in books, it’s ugly on the inside. Turf wars were happening constantly and, if I’m not mistaken, they still are. Hoseok was good to me. In fact, he was great. But that charm and goodness wasn’t enough to keep me away from the one thing I treasure most in this world.”
She paused and Taehyung let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding. Once again, their eyes met and the deep purple glint that shined behind her glasses caused his lips to part slightly.
“My freedom.”
Raelyn stood up from her chair, laying the bills on the table. Taehyung jumped from his seat, almost knocking the chair over.
“Rae Noona, wait—”
“You’re cute, Taehyung-ssi.” She smiled at him; a genuine one. The same smile he’d seen her giving to her co-workers after they clocked out for the evening, time and time again. “But not cute enough to give up my freedom for.”
Without another word, Raelyn left him in the café alone. There was nothing he could say that would stop her in her tracks. In fact, everything she’d just said stunned him. After a while, he slowly sank back into his chair – staring at the seat she’d once occupied.
And then a slow smile crept over his face.
This just got a lot more interesting, Raelyn Noona…
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hellofromtheupsidedown ¡ 5 years ago
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OK everyone who DOSEN’T WANT SPOILERS.. DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. I’m about to talk about the plot for episode one so again, if YOU DONT WANT SPOILERS.. DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. I will be tagging all SPOILERS under the tag “ ST3SPOILERS” so you can blacklist them if you dont want to see anything and want to wait. So here we go....
The episode starts off in a lab in Russia. They are using that big laser thing you see in the trailer and are trying to open up a gate obviously to the upside down. But the scientists are unsucessful. That terminator guy is there and kills one of the scientists. The next thing we see is mike and eleven.. MAKING OUT in Els room! And its really lighthearted and adorable. Mike starts singing to her and they are so giggily and cute and hopper is SO annoyed. Hopper catches them making out and el closes the door with her mind and then he walks in on them reading magazines and Mike thinks it’s hilarious! The hopper and mike scenes are SO FUNNY! You guys are gonna laugh so much. Then mike leaves and calls El on the radio and she says that she wishes she was still with him its SO CUTE! Mike then meets the rest of the gang at starcourt and they tease him about el and he says that he was spending quality time with his girlfriend. Mike is literally so in love with her haha. So the kids rush to scoops ahoy and steve sneaks them through the back to see day of the dead. Robin and steve have a really cute and funny dynamic. Robin teases steve a lot. I ship them already lol. People are gonna like robin i already know haha. So the power goes out at the mall and the movie cuts out. Will still feels the mind flayers presence or something and mike asks if hes ok. Of course he says yes but hes not. The power goes back on and they continue watching the movie. The next thing you see is nancy IN BED with jonathan. They are late to their jobs at the hawkins post. Nancy is an assistant to all these misogynistic men who joke about women and I feel really bad for her. One thing i like to mention is that i never shipped jancy and wasnt a fan of their characters but this season i am liking them A LOT. Dustins on his way home from camp know where and no body is answering him on his radio. Then he gets home where the party surprises him we have already seen this in the first trailer. So whole max is helping lucas clean his eyes out, dustin is showing mike,el,and dustin his inventions from camp. Mike and el are SUPER cute in this scene. El has her head on mikes shoulder. Mike and el arent really interested. Will is. Then dustin reveals he met a girl at camp her name is suzie and shes his gf and that he wants to see if he can get in contact with her with that tall radio thing they all raise up in the trailer. So they all head up to the top of the hill. Lucas and max are teasing each other through the epiode. They are so funny. I love their relationship so much. Mileven is intense and lumax is more of a joking around and cute relationship. Halfway up the hill, mike and el are whipering to each other and acting all cute and el tells the party that she has to get back to the cabin and dustin is like BUT YOUR CURFEW ISN’T EVEN TILL LATER!? Eleven is so precious this season. Shes still quiet but interacts with the party and talks a lot more! So her and mike take off and FROLIC.. yes i said Frolic.. they frolic and skip through the fields.. i almost lost my shit it was so cute. So hopper goes to joyce for advice on mike and el and its so funny. Hopper is so in love with joyce but joyce isnt ready for them to be together because she still isnt over bob. Joyce tells hopper to sit down with mike and el and have a heart to heart.. so hopper goes back to the cabin where mike and el are kissing AGAIN and tries to talk to them. Hopper locks mike in his car with him and says if he is gonna date his daughter then he needs to respect his boundries. Mike is like YOU ARE CRAZY! And hopper is like.. u havent seen crazy you little shit! I think the mike and hopper scenes are my favorite. The last thing i wanna mention is that cery early in episode you see billy and karen who obviously have a thing for each other its so gross. Bilky says he wants to give her a “swimming” lesson and to meet him somewhere. Karen gets dressed up and TAKES OFF HER WEDDING RING. And is trying to decide if she should meet billy when she goes downstairs and sees holly
Sleeping in the lazy boy with ted. Its really gross. And sad. Then we see billy driving to meet karen and something hots his car. He swerves and crashes. He gets out and something obviously not from this world drags him into the abandoned warehouse. Then the episode ends. So thats pretty much the whole episode.. some other things i wanted to add are.. people are losing jobs because of the mall, magnets are falling, steve cant pick up girls anymore and his kids always visit him,will fells left out because everyone is in a relationship except him and wants to play d&d,and theres rats that blow up.
So i will be trying to answer everyones dms and questions but until then i hope this is enough to hold u over till next week. My experience at the premiere was amazing and i loved every second of it. I think this season is going to be the best one yet. Remember im tagging this under “ST3SPOILERS” so if you didnt want it spoiled thats your own fault for not blacklisting the tag and u can unfollow me if you want or just stay off tumblr until next week because i have already seen some scenes posted on other social media sights.
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