#and instead had suddenly been told ‘congratulations boys you can all go home! we won!’

[thatgirlonstage]

I said it at the time and having just scrolled past a post attempting to summarize the Events of Nov 5th 2020 I stand by the sentiment: it doesn’t matter how you explain it there is no way to explain the sheer visceral impact of the sentence “Destiel is canon”—and the fact that this became a true statement in 2020—to someone who was not around for at least some of the years when Supernatural was not just big but nigh inescapable. Like, I’m sorry, but if you don’t have some backlog knowledge of Supernatural’s Got A Gif For Every Post and the Mishapocalypse and Dean In Gym Shorts then I can’t help you, I can’t explain it, no human language I am aware of has yet come up with words adequate to describe the scale of surreality that occurred that night

[maraudereestauderelb]

Touched

A Duff McKagan smut One Shot

Prompt: You go to a concert with one of your friends and band mates, who's having a thing with no other than the band's guitarist Slash. After the show you get to meet Duff McKagen and somehow end up having your first time with him.

MASTERLIST

Warning: sex (duh)

"They're good aren't they?", Y/F/N shouted over the loud music. "Amazing!" "Told ya!"

We were dancing along to the loud music and enjoying ourselves. It had taken her quite some time to convince me to come with her instead of heading for the Troubadour with our other two band mates. Apparently coming with my bassist had been the right choice though.

After a world tour, a successful album and quite a bit more money in my bank account than before we had left LA, I still felt more at home right here. In a rundown club on the strip with a still upcoming rock band on stage.

Y/F/N and I had fit in perfectly. Nobody would recognize just the two of us having a great time and getting drunk. Except maybe the group of aspiring musicians and rising rock bands of the strip. In this circle everyone knew everyone, knew in which bands they had played, who they were associated with, had partied together before and so on and so forth.

That was exactly the reason why we had ended up here. The lead guitarist used to play in a band called Road Crew and had surely attended one of the parties at our trailer before. Y/F/N knew him and she had told me he was in a new band that was very close on getting a record deal. "You gotta check them out! Heard they're fuckin good", had been the argument that had won me over in the end. Not so much her initial reason to come here. That being the fact that apparently the guy had been an awesome fuck and she wanted to get laid by him again.

Now being here, I didn't regret it. I was having fun! And I was back in my usual habitat and in a situation that was familiar. If after the concert she wanted to leave with her black haired curly-head she was free to do so. Either I'd bump into someone I knew or would simply head home and call it a night.

The singer seemed familiar as well and if I remembered correctly Nikki had left his ass outside at one of their parties.

"Yo, what's the lead singer's name again?", I asked Y/F/N. "Oh that's Axl. Hollywood Rose, remember?" "Oh yea, right!"

I got why those boys were apparently very close to making it. Shit, was Guns n' Rosesgood!

Y/F/N had successfully gotten us all the way through the crowd to the stage, where we danced and sang along some more until the band was finished.

A few moments after the last song had ended the club put on some generic rock music and blasted them through the speakers.

"You gonna head backstage or wait here?" This wasn't the type of club in which the band would go off stage and head backstage never to be seen again. They had a small room for all of them to change and would then most likely come out to party. I knew, because we had played here before.

"He saw me, so trust me, he's gonna come to me", she grinned, and I once again admired her confidence.

It didn't take too long before Slash really showed up. He greeted me as well and congratulated on our album, so I told him what a sick guitar player he is. I give credit where it's due.

But I also understood that it was probably best for me to piss off now. So that's what I did. I figured I'd get one last drink and keep my eyes open in case of seeing anybody I knew. And for real I spotted a few people I knew from college who quickly waved me over.

After telling them the generic shit everybody wanted to know coming back from tour, it actually turned into a lot of fun to party with them. No coke but sure as hell a lot of alcohol.

It was hours later when they decided to leave and I had actually planned to leave with them

when I spotted a barkeeper, I knew. He had also attended a bunch of our parties and was a cool guy. So I sat down at the bar and joked around with him some more as the club kept getting emptier.

The club surely was anything but empty at one point, neither was it packed. It wasn't so crowded anymore, and I had completely lost track of time when someone sat down on the barstool next to me.

I didn't pay much attention and simply took another sip from my vodka lemon until he said: "You know, your friend's already gone, right?"

I turned to face him and recognized him as one of Slash's band members, right after I had been speechless for a moment because of how handsome he was.

"Yea, I know", I nodded and added grinning: "So is your guitarist, right?" "Obviously", he answered laughing: "Should've seen him backstage after the concert, couldn't get to her fast enough!" I joined his laughter, finished my drink and looked around. "Your remaining band member's left with a groupie as well, huh?" "No, fuckin idea where they are", he smiled and waved over to Jimmy, the barkeeper: "Another one of these for the little Rockstar here and I take whatever she has."

"Thank you", I told him with a soft smile. He waved it off: "I'm Duff McKagan by the way." "Y/N Y/L/N", I replied. "I know, was at one of your trailer parties before ya guys became famous." "Oh were you?", I asked surprised. I would've bet I'd recognize such a pretty face. Blond, tall, bassist. I was in fuckin heaven.

"You then ones with the trailer with the IV in the living room, right?" "Yupp, that's us", I nodded with a smirk: "Then I'm sorry for not recognizing you..."

"Don't worry bout it", he smiled: "Doubt we got the chance to talk...not that I wouldn't have wanted to..."

"We should have! Then I probably would've listened to you guys sooner! And Oh. My. God. You're amazing!", I gushed excitedly. "Thanks! Hoping it'll get us where you are now." "You'd have to be a complete idiot not to fuckin sign you!"

"I fucking hope so", he sighed and took a big gulp from his vodka: "You the song writer, right?" He suddenly changed the topic.

"Yes, why?" "I dunno", he shrugged: "When I first saw your music video on TV I couldn't help but fuckin wonder what complete asshole hurt this beautiful girl..."

His words hit me like a fucking train, because they reminded me of my former best friend Nikki Sixx, whom I had been stupid enough to fall for, but soon my drunken brain focused on something else: He thought I was beautiful...

"An asshole that's no longer a problem", I laughed. "Well cheers to that", the blond guy smirked and clicked our glasses: "Lucky me."

I returned his smirk and soon felt his hand on my thigh.

"How come you didn't leave with a groupie?", I tease him and sip on my glass. "Not my thing..." "What an utter liar", I thought. "And also", he went on: "I saw you in the crowd dancing next to your friend and knew exactly who to go for."

The way he looked into my eyes send chills through my body and I quickly took another sip from my drink.

"You alright?", Jimmy asked from further away to make sure I was fine, and I quickly nodded.

"You're pretty confident, huh?", I asked Duff. "Why?" "Well, what if that one girl you decided to go for wasn't interested?", I teased him.

Was I interested? I mean...damn he was hot and watching him on stage had been hot! His touch on my thigh made me feel hot! But for fuck's sake I didn't knowhim!

"That would be pretty sad for both of us", he shrugged and winked at me before looking at his glass and away from me.

Was he right? God, I could already feel the heat inside of me rising and a quiet voice in the back of my head reminded me that I had seen him shirtless on stage and wondered what it would feel like to touch him.

But damn it, I was drunk!

He lit a cigarette and I gave my everything not to stare at his lips for longer.

"I liked you better when you were funny and not seductive", I shrugged as well with a smirk and made him laugh. "Ouch, thanks!", he replied smiling: "In that case you'd have loved to see me lookin like an idiot when I got to Slash and your friend hours ago just to realize your gone."

"Maybe you should've hurried more, you know, the way your friend Slash did", I teased him more and calmed my nerves.

"He's just a funny guy", I told myself: "Joke around with him some more and then get your ass back home."

"Well, in the end you waited here for me anyway." "Rockstars don't wait for anyone", I joked and took the cigarette from him to take a drag as well. I could tell he was staring at my lips this time but was ripped out of his thoughts when I handed it back.

He cleared his throat and said: "Always wanted to fuck a rockstar."

I almost choked on my drink. That was my sign. The cards were on the table. I should tell him that this certainly wouldn't be the night he'd get what he wants and leave! But I was curious... so damn curious...

I couldn't deny that I was attracted to him! Maybe I could at least make out with him...find out what his lips felt like...there was nothing wrong about that.

"That's what the girls always tell you?", I tried to mock him but was too nervous to sound convincing. "You're quite a joker, huh?" "At least tryin to..."

"It's cute", he admitted. "Good, because I never run out of stupid jokes..."

"Trust me, I'd know a way or two to shut you up", he grinned to himself and took a last drag before he stubbed the cigarette out.

God, his words went straight to my core and put pictures in my head I hated but at the same time desperately wanted to happen. I wanted to find out what he wanted to do!

"Ya know what I always wanted to find out?", I asked without thinking about it twice. "What is it, gorgeous?" "If it's true that bass players don't just have skilled fingers when it comes to playin instruments."

I cracked the joke before I had thought about it. Why? Because I always had to listen to idiots tell me that and because I somehow really wanted to find out.

His smirk grew winder than I had seen it all night and it made me knees weak. "I can definitely show ya that."

"How about you first make me shut up?"

I had barely finished my sentence before I felt his free hand in my neck and soon enough his lips on mine.

I felt like melting right then and there! His lips moving against mine felt so good! But what started as a rather innocent kiss quickly became more heated. I grabbed the hem of his leather jacket, not to pull him closer but because I needed to hold on to something, anything."

His lips were moving against mine before he gently captured my lower lip with his. It was hard not too moan on the spot! And even harder when I tasted his tongue.

I damned those stupid barstools! I wanted him closer, needed him closer.

When we finally separated again my entire body was totally antsy!

"Speechless?", he asked teasingly. God, he was so damn hot!

I tried to think of something witty and fun, but I couldn't summon a single proper thought.

"You know...to prove the other thing we should probably move this somewhere more private...", he whispered into my ear and hadn't goose pumps already covered my entire body they definitely would have after he seductively kissed my neck.

I should tell him no. I should move my fucking ass back home.

But when he leaned back again and all I could think about was how I buried my fingers in his blond hair, I just nodded...

He had his arm around my waist when he let me out of the club and down strip. It was still dark and it wasn't hard to tell that there were still a bunch of parties going on in other places as well. Like I said, I had long lost my sense for time.

"My place ain't far from here", he told me and I nodded. Excitement was bubbling inside of me and gosh, I couldn't wait to kiss him again!

All worries and negative thoughts had been long gone as we walked through the cold night. I kept looking at him from the side and tried to hide the excited smirk on my lips. But

damn, he was even taller than I had guessed and looked so handsome in the dim glow of the streetlights.

I didn't know what to say. Where words needed?

I realized how he eyed me as well and a smug smile appeared on his lips. Shit, I wanted him. I had never felt this need for someone before, but I had also never allowed myself to get this carried away.

I bit my lower lip and tried to clear my thoughts but that attempt was quickly thrown completely over board when he suddenly pressed my back against the closest wall and kissed me. The kiss almost took my breath away.

Here I was standing on the strip with my back against the wall of some club and making out with a complete stranger. And it felt so right.

"Duff", I whimpered against his lips in a needy tone. "We should probably keep going, huh?", he smirked a little out of breath himself. "Except you consider this somewhere more private", I said with a grin on my lips but felt how he led me on with his arm around my hips once again.

"Wouldn't mind", he shrugged and lit another cigarette: "But I wanna take my time with you."

I swallowed hard and accepted the cigarette he wanted to share with me.

The next five minutes of us walking passed mainly without much talking but then I found myself in his one-bedroom apartment.

Alone with him now I felt the nervousness set back in.

So this was how it's gonna be?

"You want somethin to drink or anything?", he asked from behind me and I shook my head. Soon I felt him against my back with his arms around my body and his lips on my neck and shoulder.

I suppressed the low moan that had wanted to escape my lips and simply leaned back against him.

He had soon gripped the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. A shiver ran through me but his warm hands that travelled my body soothed me and quickly found the clasp of my bra and opened it.

He was still kissing my neck when he whispered: "Turn around to me." I obeyed immediately.

The sight of my bare breasts exposed before him made him fight to contain his arousal as he hardened in his boxers. He lowered his head and wrapped his lips around my nipple. He sucked gently and I failed to find something to hold onto.

It was weird to be almost naked in front of him while he was still fully dressed, at the same time it made me feel excited.

"Get on the bed, I got something to prove", the blond haired told me smirking and I nodded. I tried not to run to the bed and could barely believe how caught up in the moment I was. My entire mind was foggy!

I watched him take off his leather jacket before he walked over to me and moved my thighs apart so he could lay down between them.

I could feel him hard against my center through our clothes but before the nervousness consumed me he had his lips on mine again and consumed my senses instead.

His body was pressed against mine and he traced his fingers down my body. He stroked over my thighs and spread them even more before moving to my panties.

Through the fabric he pressed his hand against me and gently rubbed me. A soft moan left my lips and I stirred underneath him and spread my legs further. Duff smirked against my breats and took my nipple in his mouth again as he began to rub me through my panties. His fingers ran over my slit as heat began to pool and I whimpered.

"Duff", I moaned softly.

He pulled away from my titts and brought his lips to mine while his fingers rubbed at my clit.

My eyes were closed, and I was lost in the moment, but I managed to bring my hand to his head and tangled my fingers in his blond, long hair. My lips parted as another soft moan left them and Duff pushed his tongue inside my mouth, massaging my tongue with his own.

His fingers were moving in circles over my clit and I whimpered against his lips as my panties became more soaked with each move he made.

I moaned and writhed on the bed as his hand travelled beneath my panties. Both of us moaned as he ran his middle finger between my folds, feeling how wet I was.

I whined his name again and lifted my hips to meet his hand.

He pushed his erection against my thigh and instinctively I reached down and stroked him through his pants.

"God you’re so wet for me", he growled in in my ear.

I bit my lip and raised my hips when suddenly he pulled away from me.

He knelt on the bed and smirked at me before ripping my panties down my thighs and tossing them to the floor.

My heart felt like it was about to pump out of my fucking chest.

He moved between my legs and crashed his lips against mine.

His fingers made their way back to my core and he pushed his middle finger inside me with ease, making me gasp.

"You want me to fuck you?", he pulled his finger out teasingly slow.

I bit your lip and without thinking I nodded as he pushed his finger back in.

He added a second finger, stretching me slowly: "But not yet."

He pulled his fingers away and I whined at the emptiness. But before I could protest Duff spread my legs apart and laid between them.

He ran the flat of his tongue along my slit, making me gasp and clutch at the sheets.

His tongue ran over my clit in two slow strokes.

I quickly covered my mouth with my hand and let out a moan.

His tongue ran over my clit in slow circles and he reached his hands up to squeeze my breasts. When he sucked at my clit I let out another moan into my hand and Duff pulled away.

"Oh No, baby", he told me and moved my hand from my mouth: "I wanna hear you."

I bit my lip and watched as he went back to his slow licks and his eyes never left mine as he ran his tongue over me. I felt like I was burning.

I squeezed my eyes shut and reached down, wrapping my fingers in his blond hair and raised my hips to meet him. He pulled back, only slightly and ran his fingers over my slit. He let out a growl as he watched, pushing two fingers into your throbbing pussy.

"Duff", I gasped and already felt extremely full. "Don't panic", I told myself and threw all worries away when he began to pump his fingers in and out of me, slowly at first before he increased his speed.

"You like that, baby girl?"

I moaned in response and he stopped his movements. He sucked at my clit and the change in pleasure made me squirm.

I whined and lifted my hips to meet the strokes of his tongue.

He moaned against me and the vibrations sent pleasure soaring through my veins. He began pumping his fingers once more, curling them against my wall and rubbing against my gspot.

I writhed on the bed, clutching at the sheets because of the amount of pleasure.

"Fuck..."

"You gonna cum for me doll?", he growled against me.

I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip as my orgasm coursed through me. MY walls clenched around his skilled fingers and his tongue didn’t stop running over your clit, making my legs tremble.

When my orgasm started to slow down he got up and took his clothes off, throwing them anywhere. Before he sat back down between my thighs, I watched him put on a condom through barely open eyelids.

Without a warning and therefor without giving me the time to over think this he plunged his cock into me. I gasped at his size and raked my nails down his back.

The pain was sharp and unknown.

"God you feel so good baby."

He crashed his lips against mine, stifling my moan as he pulled out of me slowly.

"So tight." He pushed into me again. I was frowning and pushed my eyes closed as I was trying to adjust to him. Fuck, he felt so good at the same time this hurt so bad but in the best way possible.

I moaned and ran my hands over his back as he set a pace with deep and slow thrusts. He wanted me to feel every inch of him entering me and he lost himself in the little whimpers I made as he pushed into me. After a few more thrusts when the pain was starting to die down, he pulled out of me and knelt on the bed.

"Rollover", he ordered.

I bit my lip and obeyed, kneeling in front of him on all fours. Duff let out a breath as he looked at my ass.

I felt him run his cock over my center before he pushed into me once more.

"Duff...", I hissed.

His change of angle set a whole new sense of pleasure and he set a faster pace. It hurt but felt so good... His cock slammed into me and I collapsed against the mattress, falling onto my elbows, arching my back more in doing so.

He brought his hand down swiftly, slapping my ass and making me gasp.

Duff gripped my hips and I moaned between breaths as he picked up a fast and hard pace, slamming into me hard and fast. He leaned forward and pulled my hair into a ponytail, his thrusts never slowing down. With a gentle tug at my hair he pulled me back onto all fours and with his spare hand he reached under me.

His fingers found my clit and he rubbed clumsy circles. I bit my lip, trying to contain my moans and arched my back. He leant over me, his breath on my shoulder and hearing his staggered breathing sent me into overdrive. He released his grip in my hair only to wrap his hand around your throat gently and pull me back enough so he could turn my head around to kiss him. Just what I needed.

"You gonna cum for me?"

I attempted to nod, which proved difficult with his grip on my throat. He didn't wait for an answer though and rubbed his fingers over my clit faster.

"Cum for me, babygirl."

I lost all control, my eyes rolling back as the waves of pleasure rolled through me, sending shivers all over my skin. His pace was sloppy now and I knew he was almost ready as well. He slowly pulled away and turned on his back so I knelt down on wobbly legs. I removed the condom and licked along his throbbing cock and he let out a low moan. I took him as deep as I could and began to suck him off until he grasped his cock and pumped it a few times before coming in my mouth.

I swallowed his load and his deep moans send a few last chills through me.

Both of us collapsed against the sheets, a sheer layer of sweat covering my skin as I tried to catch my breath.

"Shit that was good", he exhaled and placed a lazy kiss on my shoulder. "Yes, it was", I thought and grinned to myself, trying to process what had happened.

[mmvalentine]

The Birchin | Feysand x Bat Boys

So, I have to imagine this scene has been written a thousand times to Sunday but firstly, I haven't actually read one and secondly, I JUST HAVE TO. Scene lift from ACOFS. The dirtiest, filthiest thing I have ever written and arguably too long for a oneshot sorry. Smut warning, OBVIOUSLY.

Azriel won.

His one-hundred-ninety-ninth victory, apparently. The three of the had entered the cabin an hour later, dripping snow, skin splotched with red, grinning from ear to ear. Mor and I, snuggled together beneath a blanket on the couch, only rolled our eyes at them. Rhys just dropped a kiss atop my head, declared the three of them were going to take a steam in the cedar-lined shed attached to the house, and then they were gone.

I blinked at Mor as they vanished, letting the image settle.

"Another tradition," she told me. "An Illyrian custom, actually- the heated sheds. The birchin. A bunch of naked warriors, sitting together in the steam, sweating."

I snorted. "So the three of them are just in there. Naked. Sweating."

Mother above.

Interested in taking a look? The dark purr echoed into my mind. Lech. Go back to your sweating. There's room for one more in here. I thought mates were territorial.

I could feel him smile as if he were grinning against my neck. I'm aways interested to learn what sparks your interest, Feyre darling.

I paused.

How... interested?

Dark amusement rolled down the bond. Why don't you come in here and find out?

I felt my neck grow heated at the invitation. Was he serious? And for that matter, was I?

At that moment, Rhys trailed a single talon down my shields. I didn't know what he was up to, but I let him in. And saw what he was seeing.

The room was thick with steam, and for a moment, white clouds were all that was in front of Rhys. Then the vapour dissipated, and I became aware of Cassian and Azriel's voices in the room. They were both sitting in opposite corners of the room, elbows propped up on the backs of the bench. Their dark hair was pushed back off their faces, although a lock fell into Azriel's eyes. The black of the Illyrian tattoos stood out even in the steam. And both of them were completely, gloriously naked.

My eyes travelled very, very slowly back and forth between the two of them. Gleaming hair. Powerful shoulders. Broad, patterned chests. Abs you could count. Lower.

Rhys snapped his shield neatly back down, and it felt like a window closing on my fingers. I snarled down the bond, and Rhys just laughed.

Want more? He purred. You'll have to come look yourself.

I was back in my own head now, but the images still danced before my eyes. Rhys' invitation glittered darkly before me, and I turned it over in my mind. Would he really be okay with that? Would I be okay with it? Were the Cassian and Azriel actually interested?

Cassian and Azriel. Rhys' best friends, and males I now considered kin. I wondered how something like sex might change our dynamic, and if finding out would be worth it.

Then I remembered that Mor had tangled with them and remained close as ever. Maybe five hundred years was a very long time, and new experiences were not so daunting to them.

At that moment, Mor yawned hugely and stood to her feet.

"I think I'm tapped, kiddo," she said. "I'm winnowing home." "You're not staying here?" "Sleep in my own bed is rare," Mor said, "and I take it when I can get it." She kissed me on the cheek and picked up her coat. "Are we still on for lunch tomorrow?" "Definitely," I said, and with a wink, she was gone. Leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I looked toward the birchin, and my heart drummed fast in my chest. Before I had fully made up my mind, my feet were taking me toward the door.

I stood in the snow, the wind icy but my cheeks burning. I couldn't bring myself to knock, not just yet. But I couldn't quite walk away, either. So I reached out with my mind.

Rhys? The endless amusement, again. Yes, my love? I'm here.

For a second, there was silence, and Rhys must have felt my apprehension because when he spoke in my mind he was gentle.

You know I'd never want you to do anything you're not comfortable with. That wasn't the part I was worried about. Do... do the other two know you invited me in?

Rhys paused again, and I could hear the feline grin in his silent voice.

They do. And, I asked. Do they... want me here?

The grin stretched.

They do, he said again. I have no idea how to convey to you how fucking stunning you are. You walk in here, and they will kiss the ground beneath your feet. Amongst other things.

The idea sent shivers down my spine. I put my hand to the wooden door, and stepped inside.

The first male I found was Rhys. Strong as our bond was, I often found myself turning toward him like a compass. So I wasn't surprised when my eyes sought a face and found his. He had an animal grin, and his eyes burned.

"Hello, Feyre darling," he said aloud. Down the bond, he said, You naughty, wicked thing. I can't wait to see you play.

Rhys reached for my hand, and tugged me to stand between his legs. The heavy air settled itself on my skin. My heart jumped at the sight of him, slick with sweat and bare before me. He was already hard, and my core pounded in response. I wondered in that moment if the mating bond, the wanting him, would ever lessen.

"It's very, very warm in here," Rhys said. "You won't be needing this anymore." He took hold of the hem of my sweater, and slowly pulled it over my head, keeping eye contact the whole time. Making sure I was okay with this.

"Or these," he added, and slid his fingers into my waistband. I hadn't looked Cassian or Azriel in the face yet, but I could feel their gaze as Rhys slid my leggings off me. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as I stepped out of them, and as he straightened back up his fingers trailed up the inside of my leg. I shivered, despite the heat.

"In fact," Rhys went on, "warriors in the birchin get undressed completely, as a rule." My underthings were pulled off too.

Now, I was fully naked in front of him. Rhys' eyes roved over my body, and his hands followed. I still hadn't turned to the other two. And then Rhys put his hands on my hips, and very slowly, rotated me around. I leaned back into him slightly for reassurance, and he squeezed warmly.

"Feyre," he said, his lips at my hip. "Azriel won the snowball fight today. I would like you to be his prize. Would you do that for me?"

And then I looked at him. Azriel was still in the relaxed position I had seen him in through Rhys' eyes- leaning back, arms on the back of the bench, wrists limp. But his eyes were hard and glazed with lust, and now that I was here in person, there was no hiding the solid length of him.

I could feel myself staring, but I couldn't drag my eyes away. Not when Azriel brought his bottom lip between his teeth, without moving a single other muscle, and I could see him staring right back at me.

"Would you give him his prize, Feyre?" Rhys asked again. He kissed the back of my hip.

I was too nervous to say anything, so I just walked. One foot in front of the other, and as I got closer I found that I wasn't so nervous, after all. Because now I could fully see the hunger on Azriel's face. Rhys hadn't been lying. Azriel wanted this, too. I stopped in front of him, and made sure to keep my eyes on his.

"Congratulations, Azriel," I said shyly. "Give him a kiss, Feyre darling," Rhys drawled. "Azriel is the best snowball fighter in all of Prythian."

I stepped over Azriel's knee and settled myself carefully in his lap, facing him, relishing the feeling of his breathing speeding up beneath me.

"Feyre," Azriel said softly. His eyes searched mine. "Can I touch you?" "Yes," I breathed, and waited.

Azriel's hands came up cautiously, and glided over my hips. A groan so low I almost missed it issued from his throat. He met my eyes again, and I gazed steadily back at him. Azriel's hands moved now, up my sides and down my back. They were so hot on my skin, that I relaxed into him. When they slid back down, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his.

In all the time I had known the Shadowsinger, I had never seen him ruffled. That was kind of his thing. Every movement Azriel made was controlled, calculated, intentional, and it made him the perfect spymaster. Not this time.

As soon as my lips touched his, Azriel inhaled sharply through his nose, and his arms came up around me. He was so beautiful, I had always wanted to touch him. But I hadn't expected the sudden tenderness, the emotion that seemed to pour forth from him as he crushed me to him, and the fluid motion that replaced his utter stillness of just moments ago. Then his tongue touched mine and this different, unfamiliar taste was intoxicating. I suddenly wanted more, so much more, and my shyness was completely forgotten.

A nudge between my legs alerted me to his growing hardness, and knowing he wanted me was fuel to my fire. With both of us naked, there was no going slow, no stopping his cock from sliding under me. He was slick from the steam, and his sweat, and what I was now realising was my own increasing wetness. I was losing myself in it, when Rhys cleared his throat.

I turned at the sound, and looked at him from Azriel's lap. I pictured myself through his eyes- lips reddened and eyes hooded. From kissing someone else. Rhys' violet eyes danced dangerously, and for a second I thought he was going to call me back to him. But instead, he said, "Azriel, share please." Then beckoned Cassian over without moving his eyes from mine.

I had honestly forgotten about Cassian, sitting in the opposite corner. But now I turned to watch him as he stood, taller and broader than his brothers, and walked toward us.

Sometimes I got too comfortable with Cassian, and it made me think he was another regular male. Sometimes he didn't seem so big. But now he towered over us both, and when he kneeled behind me he was still a head taller than me. He spoke in my ear, his voice like bottled thunder.

"Where do you want my hands, High Lady?" He hadn't touched me yet, but I felt it right down my spine. "Everywhere," I breathed. Cassian obliged.

First, his enormous hands closed over my shoulders. He squeezed, massaging me so I became liquid beneath his touch. His fingers probed the back of my neck, and my eyes slid closed in pleasure. So like Cassian to bring me this gentle strength.

Then the hands coasted down my shoulder blades, around to curve over my stomach, and up. To cup my breasts. I thought that anyone touching me like this who wasn't Rhys would be abhorrent, but I found that I trusted Cassian absolutely. The feeling still thrilled in my chest, but it didn't scare me like I thought it might.Then my nipples were sliding between his fingers and I heard my own moan before I knew I was making it. Sweat beaded down my back, and Cassian ducked his head and licked it off my skin, up my spine. My second moan was louder.

This seemed to awaken Azriel, who leaned forward to kiss my jaw, at the same time as Cassian put his teeth on the join between my shoulder and neck. Both of them grasped and massaged with their hands, and the pleasure was everywhere. My mind started to slide in and out of clarity, accidentally relaxing my shields enough for Rhys to slip in an image of us from where he sat. The two males all over me. And Rhys watching with his cock in his hand.

Does this turn you on? I asked him hazily. His answer rumbled down the bond. Does the sight of you naked, in heat, and being worshipped, arouse me? Oh yes. Yes I'd say it does.

I turned my head to see him with my own eyes, and the sight of him stroking himself as he watched me brought my blood to the boil. My skin grew extra sensitive, and being touched all over by the other two males was suddenly almost overwhelming. My head dropped back, and then there was Cassian, his hand on the back of my neck and turning my head so he could catch my lips with his.

Cassian did not kiss like Azriel. Not soulful and sensual like the Shadowsinger, but rough and unrestrained. His mouth was on mine only a moment before teeth and tongue were clashing with my own, and at the same time his fingers fisted to scrape against my scalp and pull at my hair. One of my hands floated to touch Cassian's face, but the other clenched on Azriel's shoulder. Somewhere far away, Azriel was scratching his nails up and down my thighs, as he watched me kiss Cassian while still seated directly over his own cock.

"Feyre," Rhys' voice carried from the opposite side of the room. "I want to see you while they work you. Turn around for me."

Cassian leaned back to let me up, and I stood and turned to face Rhys. He had slipped further down the wall, more slumped than he had been, and his eyes stayed on mine as he continued to move his hand over himself.

"That's right," he said. "Show me how much you're loving this."

Azriel's hands came up from behind me and pulled me back into his lap, now facing forward. Cassian, still on his knees, put his mouth on my nipple, and his hands gripped just above my knees as he sucked and flicked his tongue. I gasped and grabbed onto Azriel's thighs as my a shudder wracked through my body- but I kept my eyes locked on Rhys, and the hand that was now speeding up between his legs.

Now Azriel was moving. His lips meandered from my shoulder across and up my throat, and his hands... his hands were sneaking across my waist with gently, stroking fingers. Under my breasts, still beneath Cassian's busy mouth. Down my sides. Over my belly. Lower. He squeezed my hips once before his fingertips drifted between my thighs. The light pressure on my clit had my head dropping back and my knees falling open.

Look at me. The demand flashed through my mind. I pulled my head up, so heavy now that Azriel's fingers were moving. That's it, Rhys said, gentle again. Just keep those gorgeous eyes on me.

So I stared into the bottomless violet, even as my focus faded in and out with the steady, rocking rhythm Azriel was making. The same rhythm Rhys kept with his own hand. The realisation brought a gush of wetness between my legs, and Azriel moaned softly behind me as his fingers slid through it.

Cassian stood then, and his hips were level with my face. He brought his cock into his hand, and now the tip was at my lips. For a moment I just stared. Cassian was thicker than Azriel, in every part of his body, it seemed. There was something intimidating about it but also... very sexy as well. I opened my mouth, and Cassian placed the head of himself on my tongue.

Cassian's groan was deep and rolling, as he slid up and down. I closed my mouth over him and sucked as he pulled out, and then moved forward to take him as deep in as I could. Cassian's eyes closed as his hand slid around the back of my neck, and as I started to speed my pace, Azriel matched it with the movements of his hand on my clit. My moan was muffled in my full mouth.

Then Rhys coughed, and we all paused. Azriel was the first to move, standing up so I was pushed off his lap, and then turning me to the side before dropping to the floor behind me. Cassian took a step to the side too, and now Rhys' view of me was unobstructed once more. I resumed my work on Cassian, concentrating on breathing through my nose and flicking my tongue over his head.

It meant I was distracted, and taken by surprise when Azriel put his hands on my ass and licked right up the core of me from behind.

I pitched forward, grabbing onto Cassian's hips for stability, and choking slightly as his cock was pushed further back into my throat. I had to take him out of my mouth, and just brace against him for a moment as Azriel continued to slide his tongue into me, and stars burst before my eyes. Then Cassian was tapping his cock against my lips and I opened for him. I eased myself back and forth, pumping Cassian in my mouth but also rocking against Azriel's tongue. Cassian's head lolled back, and his fingers slid back into my hair. I opened my eyes, and looked sideways at Rhys.

It was too much. Azriel's mouth building me up. Cassian filling me with the thickness of him. Rhys staring right at me as his hand moved steadily up and down his beautiful hardness. The four of us, moving together, slicked with heat and sweat and sex.

My knees started to shake as I stood there, bent over, and my release started to trickle down my spine. My mouth salivated over Cassian's cock and made a dripping mess of it. But despite having much, much more than I had ever had at one time, I knew I couldn't come like this. Not without him.

Rhys, I begged silently. Rhys, please.

In what seemed like a single, fluid motion, Rhys had stood and crossed the floor toward us. Cassian and Azriel withdrew as soon as he approached, automatically deferring to their High Lord.

Rhys sat down on the floor, his back against the low wall. He pulled me into his lap, and for a minute I was relieved to be back in his arms, all of home to me. I took a deep breath, recovering slightly from the overwhelm of having the two other males all over me.

And then Rhys lifted my hips and sat me down on his hard cock.

Wet as I was from Azriel's tongue and the heat of the steam room, I came all the way down around him, and a loud, wanton sound escaped from my lips. Rhys waited for me to adjust, then started moving beneath me, and suddenly I was right on track for that orgasm. My eyes shuttered and my jaw dropped open as he thrust in and out of me. Then Cassian lay down on his stomach and sucked my clit into his mouth, and at the same time Azriel lowered his cock to my lips, not as thick but possibly longer than Cassian had been. I tried to move my head for him, but I was fast losing control of my muscles.

Rhys smoothed my hair back as he fucked up into me, and my head fell back against his chest. Since I couldn't move, Azriel started pumping himself in my mouth. Rhys' hands squeezed over my breasts, and Cassian's tongue flicked over my clit the way I had done over his head before. I was dimly aware that he had started jacking his own cock in his hand.

How does it feel, Feyre? Rhys asked silently. I could barely comprehend him. How does it feel to be fucked three times over like this? To have all these males, wanting you so badly? I tried to reply, but I couldn't even form words in my mind. All I could do was whimper down the bond, and Rhys fucked me harder. I was strung out like a taught bow, and started to seriously doubt I could survive this.

Behind me, I felt Rhys' attention shift.

"Azriel," he said, "you can come now." He slowed his hips and ground into me in circles, instead. It had me wound even tighter. "Come on her chest, Shadowsinger."

I was so caught up in my own pleasure that I was only now recognising the taste of precum on my tongue, and just as I did, Azriel pulled out, grabbed himself with his right hand and shot hot, white cream right over my breasts. It dribbled down over Rhys' fingers.

"For winning the snowball fight," Rhys said. "Congratulations."

Azriel slumped onto the bench, and watched the remaining three of us.

"And you, Feyre?" Rhys said. "Would you like to come, too?" "Yes," I babbled. "Gods yes." "Well," Rhys said to Cassian. "You heard her."

And then Rhys was kneeling up, keeping himself inside me, and pulling me up with him. Cassian had to shift upward too, and kept his tongue moving in this new position.

Now, upright but on our knees, Rhys could get an angle that meant he was that much deeper inside me. He pulled almost all the way out, then plunged in to the hilt, over and over while Cassian kept up the pace over my clit and the stubble of his chin added extra sensation as his jaw moved.

"Go on Feyre," Rhys said, breathless now. "Come for me. Come right between me and Cassian." No sooner were the words said than my climax ripped through me, the two males holding me up because there was no way I could hold myself. I shuddered hard against them, the intensity that had been threatening to ruin me this whole time finally breaking like so many ocean waves. Through the aftershocks, I watched as Cassian came jerkily in his hand without a sound.

As my body finally stopped shaking, Cassian rolled over and closed his eyes. His head rested against Azriel's foot, and although I was sure no one could fall asleep that fast, that's exactly what it looked like.

"My turn," Rhys breathed.

He let me down so I was on all fours, gripped my hips in his hands, and started pounding into me with no mercy. I thought I was spent, but my body reacted the way it always did to Rhys. I didn't see my second climax coming, but as Rhys knocked that spot inside me over and over, the orgasm hit me like a sledge hammer.

I came so hard I barely noticed Rhys coming, slamming into me from behind and breaking apart inside of me until it was running down the backs of my legs.

We dropped to the floor together, Rhys pulling me into his arms and my head onto his chest. With a glance, his magic cleaned us up and then we just lay there, breathing in the steam. My leg was draped over Cassian's, and he was indeed now asleep and snoring. Azriel was dozing off, too.

"I don't think you're supposed to fall asleep in a steam room," I said to no one in particular. I turned to look at Rhys. "Should we try to get everyone back into the cottage?"

"In a second," Rhys replied, his lips on my temple.

So I closed my eyes too, snuggled into his chest, and let the heat settle over all of us like a blanket.

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MASTERLIST

[ally22042000]

Linked by fate

Shifting

Werewolf AU

Fluff, Angst

OT7 x Reader

Pack Alpha: Namjoon Alpha: Hoseok, Jimin, Jungkook Beta: Seokjin, Yoongi, Taehyung Omega: Y/N

Wordcount: 1.7K

Commenting and rebloging is always appreciated.

A/N: Hey, guys. I hope you are going to like this chapter. I was thinking about creating little mood boards, so you have an overview of their fur colour, etcetera. Let me know what you think about that. -Ally

It was in elementary when your animal instincts slowly started to make their appearances. While the position a wolf had was clear from birth, their natural behaviours didn’t start to show until later into their upbringings. Unhurriedly the process begins during childhood and steadily takes over more of their senses. The stronger instincts like the alpha’s power to force others to follow any of their command or heats and ruts, didn’t begin until the late teenage years. To ensure the safety of everyone and the capability for beta and omega parents to raise alpha children.

Another feature that slowly starts is the ability to turn into your wolf form. Namjoon was the first of our pack to shift. The calling to protect his younger to strong. It took over his body and made him show his true power as the pack alpha he was born to be. His parents were immensely proud, thankful that he wasn’t a late shifter. Wolfs that didn’t turn before their fourteenth birthday were often frowned upon and seen as a lacking member of the clan.

Next in line was Hobi. He had always had a strong connection to his basic instincts. Having been trained to fight from a young age and coming from a strong lineage of worriers, nobody was surprise that he shifted shortly after he turned nine. Since than he often favoured to walk around in is furred form. It felt more like himself, is what he said whenever someone asked.

Jungkook shift was a surprise to everyone. It was rare for someone, who didn’t come from a strong blood line to turn before their tenth birthday but like always the golden boy defeated any standards and turned on his eight birthday. All of you had gathered in his small living room. With his parents both being omegas they weren’t able to afford much. Most jobs, especially the ones who help authority, where given to alphas or betas. Omegas were regarded as to much of a push over to stand their ground when needed. That lead to them having a smaller income than the other to wolf species. But disregarding the financial consequences and the fact they wouldn’t be able to have a child with each other, they stayed together; their love too strong to break. Considering the impossibility of them having a child together, Jungkook knew from a young age, that he was adopted. A fact that never bothered him. Something his parents were eternally grateful for.

His mother brought in the cake and set it down in front of the little boy. Everyone around him was singing, while he closed his eyes and made a wish. Desiring that this moment would never fade, him surrounded by the people he cared deeply for. Everyone healthy and a smile painting their lips while they celebrated his birthday. He filled his lungs with air and looked at the eight little flames in front of him. But instead of the sound of rushing air and cheering, the ripping of cloth was heard, and a little black wolf was sat on the stool in lieu.

The room went silent everyone staring at the puppy with the big eyes. Slowly similes formed on their faces, happy that a new wolf found its fur. Cheers and clapping filled the room. Congratulations came flying Jungkook’s way, little hands stretching and shoving to touch his fur. His father returning with a camera and capturing the scene. His mother wiping away a stray tear of happiness. Glad she was able to witness that new chapter in her son’s live. Meanwhile Jin watched the situation from his chair unmoving and having eyes for one thing and one thing only: “Yeah, that’s really great but can we eat cake now.”

Jin and Tae funnily shifted at the same time. It was a sunny Sunday afternoon and all of you with the exception of Namjoon and Hoseok, who were attending a pack meeting in request of their parents, were playing in Yoongi’s backyard. Both his parents were gone one a hunting trip for a few days, like they often were, leaving Yoongi and his brother on their own. The beta was in his wolf form, having turned a few weeks ago while turning on the shower and the water having been too cold. His brown fur with a read hint feeling silky as you braided it. When you stared, he let out a little huff, showing annoyance at your antics, but being too lazy to move he let you do your thing. You smirked to yourself, knowing that he actually enjoyed the feeling of your finger running through his fur.

Jimin and Jungkook were training on one side of the huge yard. Both of them started taking a liking to taekwondo. Meanwhile the other two troublemakers were playing a game of badminton on the other side of the field. A loud yell was heard, when Jin lost another point to the younger, the wind’s fault of course.

After two more failed attempts the oldest threw down his racked in anger and started chasing the dark haired. Laughter filled the air as Tae took off. The feel of the chase awoke something primal in Jin and before he knew it a new sensation washed over his skin and he suddenly chased Tae on four legs instead of the usual two. The youngers instincts were triggered by the older wolf chasing him and his own first shift took place. Tae had a soft looking, sand coloured fur, while Jin was another brown one but with more of an ashy touch.

The rest of the afternoon the both of them explored their new ability alongside Jungkook. Jimin had taken residency behind you, back hugging you while watching the others. Although you couldn’t see his face, you felt the wave of sadness that washed over him. The both of you were the only ones who hadn’t turned yet. You were only twelve so you still had enough time before it would be considered abnormal, but the pressure lingered.

Jimin didn’t turn until he was seventeen, a fact which cost him a lot of fights with his parents and multiple appointments with his doctor. Countless nights spent in your bed, crying into your pillow, screaming because of the pain this was causing him. With him being the alpha, he was expected to be this strong wolf that no one stood a chance against, but here he was not able to do the simplest thing known to your beings.

When he did turn his wolf was coated in a beautiful fur of the purest white you had ever laid eyes upon. His animal form as elegant as his human. His parents were proud and from there perspective Jimin’s flaw had faded just like their problems, but in reality, their relationship never went back to the way it was. He wasn’t the kid that ran home from school because he missed his mother anymore. Or the one that would tremble on his feet at his first dance performance, until he saw his fathers encouraging smile, which could wash away any problem, and let him be the beautiful swan he was.

You had turned a day after Jimin, had cried yourself to sleep the night before at the fact that you were the only one of your group that hadn’t turned yet. You were happy for Jimin when he called you and told you about the great news; genuinely. But the fear and self-hatred crawled up on you at night. Reminding you of your duty, as an omega and as a wolf, to your pack and your incapability of living up to it.

The following day you felt nauseous and empty, but still your parents forced you to attend school. As a senior it was important to be present as often as possible and to learn until your brain smoked to insure you could attend the collage of your choosing. You made it to two lessons, before the sick feeling in your stomach won the upper hand and you ran to the bathroom. Having arrived at the stall and preparing yourself to let out your small breakfast, a warmth like never before overcame you. You let out a pained breath as you felt your body expand and your cloth rip. And then you stood there, grey fur covering your body as you saw yourself in the bathroom mirror.

Your ears flexed at every sound that could be heard from outside. The footsteps of a person running somewhere; probably late for class. The uncomfortable squeaking of a chalk on a black board. Then a waft of a delicious smell slipped through the opening beneath the door. The cafeteria ladies had started cooking lunch. Hamburgers and fries how it seemed. And then you could smell a familiar scent, one that you would be able to pick up anywhere. Clumsily you were able to open the door with your bowl sized paws. You hurried down the hallway, slipping a few times on the freshly cleaned tiles.

You almost ran Namjoon over when you saw him. Standing before his locker, he was grabbing a history book for his next lesson, when you bumped into him. At first, he was simply shocked, pondering why a stranger would run into him like that. But then he picked up on your sent slowly, his olfactory sense not having fully developed yet, it took him awhile to realise who was standing in front of him.

A lazy grin covered his face as realisation hit him. Slowly he got down on his knees and warped his arms around your neck: “Hello my pretty omega, welcome to your true form.”

The others were ecstatic when they heard the good news. Happy that all of their group members had been blessed with the ability to shift, knowing of the horrific outcome the situation could have had, had you not turned before your eighteenth birthday. When every wolf was fully developed, and alphas gained the capability of forming their pack and gifting their mark.

Your pack was safe, healthy, and happy, and that was all that concerned you for now.

[yuta-nakamots]

Walk You Home - l.jn

Pairing - Idol!Jeno x Idol!Reader

Genre - Fluff, friends to lovers, kinda crack-ish

Warnings - None (please feel free to let me know if I should add any though)

Summary - You met Jeno when you were a trainee and he had lent you his shoulder to cry on. He became one of your closest friends and one of your best supporters, eventually merging the two and becoming your best friend. Your friendship with Jeno was something you wouldn’t trade for anything, maybe aside for an actual relationship with him.

Word Count - 8.3k

A/N - this is inspired by a dream i had two months ago so it’s not really the best storyline lmao but let me know what you guys think. character inspo drawn from @t-aeycng​ as Soojin because she is truly a wonderful person and you should definitely check out her work as well

You ran up the stairs, stepping onto the stage overlooking the sea of fans, the largest audience you’ve ever performed in front of. You looked away from the crowd and your eyes instead settled on Jeno’s face, wanting nothing more than his comforting frame against yours but that was something you didn’t think you would ever tell him.

Three years ago, when you first joined SM Entertainment, you had left your home country in hopes of pursuing your passion of getting to perform in front of thousands of people. It was spring when you first arrived, you thought it was quite fitting as you were beginning a new chapter of your life just as the Earth was too. When you first came to Korea, you had little knowledge of the language and culture and were immediately labeled as an outcast among the other female trainees. They didn’t exactly mistreat you in any way, they just didn’t include you in activities because they didn’t know you or have any way to communicate with you.

You spent your days holed up in practice rooms and even on the days where you had training sessions with the other girls, most of them barely made any effort to talk to you, excluding one person. Her name is Soojin. From the time you first saw her, you knew she was going to be popular. She was beautiful no matter what angle you looked at her from and she had a personality to match.

After a particularly difficult dance class, all the others had left for the cafeterias, talking about how the teacher was so harsh this time around. The only ones left behind were you, packing up your things, and Soojin who was still practicing what you were taught that day. Right as you were about to leave, she called out your name.

“Do you want to eat together?” She asked, speaking slowly and carefully enunciating her words so you could understand. You were frozen in shock and all you could do was nod your head and shyly say yes.

From that day on, Soojin was essentially your guardian angel. She made sure to introduce you to everyone and include you when they went out together, she helped you develop your language skills and taught you how to get through the weekly tests the trainees were put through. You clung to Soojin the way a baby cub does to its mother.

During the holidays, she told you she wouldn’t be staying at the company and instead, going home to her family. She graciously invited you over, to which you declined, not wanting to embarrass yourself and your elementary speaking skills. You were unsure how you’d function without her, but you’d soon become grateful for that week because that was when you met Jeno.

It was already 9pm yet you were still in a practice room, not quite able to perfect a run in a song you were preparing for the weekly exams. You were tired and lonely, feeling more homesick than ever now that you were left on your own without Soojin to comfort you. You sat down, deciding to let yourself rest for a few minutes as you scrolled through social media and saw your friends and family posting pictures of their festivities together, causing tears to escape from your eyes and you let yourself fully break down, feelings of loneliness and yearning tearing at your heart.

You didn’t know how you missed the sound of the door opening, but suddenly there was a warm hand on your shoulder and a simple “hey” spoken from someone with a warm and rich voice. You looked up and immediately froze on the spot. You had seen other senior artists around the company before but they had never talked to you before, as you were only a trainee and they probably didn’t even know your name, yet here was Jeno, squatting down in front of you, his eyes searching yours to find the reason why you were crying all alone in a practice room.

“Are you okay?” That was all Jeno asked, his hand leaving your shoulder as he sat down in front of you. He waited for a bit as you tried to calm yourself down and dry your tears. “I’m Jeno, but I suppose you already knew that. Your name is?”

“Y/n,” you said, your breath almost catching in your throat as you involuntarily hiccuped, “I’m a trainee and I’ve been in Korea for six months” you told him, just as Soojin had taught you.

You saw Jeno’s features soften as he started to piece together why you were crying. “Your Korean is pretty good for coming only six months ago,” he said before continuing on, “but you shouldn’t be crying alone in a practice room.”

You looked up at him, telling him that usually, you’d be with Soojin but she went home and you’re not really close to any of the other trainees. He nodded his head, seeming to understand your message through your basic Korean. “I really would like to stay and comfort you, but my members are coming soon because we have to practice for one of the end-of-year festivals.”

You pushed yourself off from the ground to unplug your phone from the stereo and pack up, understanding where he was going with this but he followed you, not yet done talking. “If you’re okay with it, I’d like to give you my number so you can contact me whenever Soojin’s not around.” You turned to face him, shock evident on your face. “You won’t be bothering me, I promise,” Jeno said, trying his best to reassure you, “aside from practicing and performing I really don’t do much so you’d be welcome to text me anytime you want someone to talk to. I’d hate for you to go through this alone.”

He fished his phone out from his pocket, opening up a new chat and handing it to you, “here, you can even send the first message so you know that it’s me.” You accepted his offer and typed in your own number along with a short message to let you know it’s Jeno and hit send before handing him back his phone, feeling your own buzz in your hand, and light up showing the message you had just sent.

Unknown Number > y/n 9:15pm: Hello, this is Jeno

Jeno helped you gather your belongings and walked you to the door, even holding it open for you. You gave him a shy ‘thank you’ before stepping out into the hallway and he smiled at you saying that he’ll text you once his own practice is over not even a second before sound of his members coming down the hallway can be heard from their obnoxious yelling and giggling.

Jeno kept his word and as you were getting ready for bed that night in the empty dorm, you received another message from him.

Jeno > y/n 10:31pm: Y/n I just ended my practice and I’m heading to my dorm now. What are you doing?

Y/n > Jeno 10:32pm: Thinking about my next exam. They’re difficult.

Jeno > y/n 10:32pm: Ah, I remember those 10:33pm: I didn’t like them either but it feels good when you look back and see your progress

You maintained the conversation until he told you he arrived at his dorm building, to which he told you he’d text you after he washed up and ate dinner. He indeed texted you, but you were already fast asleep, the crying from earlier finally catching up with you. From then on, not a single week went by where Jeno didn’t text you.

Jeno always made sure to check up on you after an exam, asking how you did, encouraging you when you didn’t do so well, and praising you when you did do well. He even treated you to dinner a few times to congratulate you whenever you earned a B or better. He was pretty much your stand-in Soojin for whenever she was gone or got too busy with other things. He was just as patient as she was when it came to teaching you Korean and explaining things to you, his signature eye-smile showing whenever you repeated a new word back to him.

Soojin was surprised when you told her about your new friend when she came back to the dorms, almost kicking your door down in her excitement to see you, but she later held your hands in excitement saying “I can’t believe my y/n made her first friend on her own! And it’s Jeno! THE Lee Jeno from THE NCT Dream of all people! Maybe I should leave you more often” she joked before flopping down on your bed next to you to hear more about your relationship with Jeno.

Within another year and a half, you had debuted in SM’s newest six-member girl group, with Soojin as your leader, and Jeno wasn’t shy about showing his support for your group. When you coincidentally promoted alongside NCT Dream, he always made sure to wish you good luck before you went on stage and gave you tips after monitoring your performance. On one of the music shows, Jeno and the boys had won first place and they all insisted on keeping you and your group on stage with them.

Jeno’s face lit up when you danced the chorus of the song with him and he burst out in laughter when you imitated his own rapping part. There was something about you, the way you smiled as you clowned him, the way your eyes shone when he complimented your dancing. Jeno was beginning to fall for you.

Fans of both of your groups had noticed your close relationship, and though dating rumors were inevitable, most of them found the two of you to be quite cute together. You had seen a few of the compilation videos they had made for you and him though you only watched a handful of them and never dared to show them to Jeno, not wanting him to get the wrong idea because unbeknownst to him, you were falling for him too.

When the next SMTown concert was announced to be in your home country, you were overjoyed at the thought of being able to go home after two whole years away. You immediately texted Jeno to express your excitement and he matched it, jokingly telling you that he couldn’t wait to meet your friends and family.

A few days later, Jeno texts you asking if you’re free to hang out.

Jeno > y/n  4:38pm: are you free on Wednesday night? 4:38pm: Jaemin wanted to go grocery shopping after practice 4:38pm: Soojin said you guys are running low on toiletries so you can come too if you want

y/n > Jeno 4:47pm: yeah I’m free but I have practice on Wednesday night too

Jeno > y/n 4:50pm: really? What time?

y/n > Jeno 4:51pm: I think Soojin said 7

Jeno > y/n 4:51pm: wait really? That’s when I’m supposed to have practice I think 4:52pm: Renjun and Jisung both said 7 as well 4:52pm: did they tell you which room you’re in?

y/n > Jeno 4:54pm: I think it’s the basement one 4:54pm: don’t know why they have us in that huge one though

Jeno > y/n 4:55pm: no way! We’re supposed to be in the basement too! 4:56pm: do you think they mixed up our schedules on accident?

y/n > Jeno 5:00pm: I just asked my manager, he said that’s the one we’re supposed to be in

Jeno > y/n 5:01pm: that’s what mine just said too! 5:02pm: y/n, do you think...maybe...just maybe…

y/n > Jeno 5:02pm: what, Jen? just say it lol

Jeno > y/n 5:02pm: we’re working together for a performance?!

When you arrived at the basement practice room, the largest one in the building, sure enough, Jeno was in there waiting for you along with the other members of Dream. You ran to him and hugged him out of the sheer excitement coming from the idea that you’d be getting to perform together.

You and Jeno were so overly happy that it made Haechan gag while Jisung plugged his ears with his fingers and made a pained face at Chenle. However, your hug had the opposite effect on Jeno. He felt a burst of butterflies rise from the bottom of his stomach and he excused it as simply being excited to perform with you after having seen your hard work through your trainee days.

The dance your groups would be doing has a little bit of a darker sexy vibe which was something your group had never tried before. While it was something completely new to you, the boys had already done it before so they had fun showing you guys the right expressions and laughing as you and your members tried to copy them.

The type of dance was a little more provocative too and it wasn’t exactly your forte but you tried your best. You caught Jeno looking your way a couple of time but you figure he’s just trying to make sure you’re doing okay. Eventually, you give up trying on your own and you turn to go ask him for help during a break, slightly surprised to see that his eyes were already on you.

“Jeno, I don’t get that one move, the one that goes like this” you say and show it to him, his eyes glued to your figure as he tries to analyze what you’re doing.

You saw his tongue peek out from between his lips, a common habit of his when he’s really thinking, which doesn’t happen very often. “I think you’re being a little too loose with your movements, try tense up your arms and do it sharper” he explained, showing you through his own example.

You tried it again but you could tell you still weren’t doing it right from the way he sighed and moved to stand behind you. You felt the warmth from his chest seeping through both of your shirts and you had to fight the urge to just lean back against his strong shoulders but luckily you’re snapped out of your short daydream by Jeno’s hands wrapping around your wrists to guide your movements.

He ran through it a couple of times and you quickly caught on thanks to his teaching. Just as you turned your head to thank him, Jeno wrapped his arms around your body, embracing you in a hug and bringing his head to rest on your shoulder. Shocked by the close proximity of your faces, you both jump away from each other and start apologizing as your cheeks start to heat up. Fortunately, you were saved from your embarrassment when you hear Soojin calling everyone back from their break and you scampered away to stand with your members.

The head choreographer began pairing people up and you almost let out a squeal when she said you and Jeno would be together. There were no intimate portions of the choreography except for one short moment when you had to stare him down as you circle around each other as if you were ‘two lions about to fight’ as Haechan had explained it.

You and Jeno couldn’t help but giggle and make faces at each other every time that part comes up until both of you got yelled at and caused everyone to have to do push-ups as a punishment, angry glares being cast your way from your members.

The next time that part came up, you’re just slightly startled when Jeno completely switches to his performance mode and looks at you with a sultry glint in his eyes. You’ve seen this look thousands of times before while he’s up on stage whether it be from the sidelines or through a screen, but there was something different when you see it up close and you know his eyes are on you.

You took it as an opportunity to learn from him and try to give him the same gaze back during the following run through and when his eyes meet yours, you see them instantly shift away to somewhere behind you and you let out a slight smirk, finding it amusing how Jeno could still be so shy when you’re merely copying his own actions.

During the final run of the day, his gaze locked with yours and doesn’t wander away for even a second, almost as if he’s challenging you to look away first. You had to remind yourself that it’s just an act that he’s putting on for the sake of the performance, he’s not actually challenging you, though you almost wish he was. As soon as it ends, you’re broken out of the trance that is Lee Jeno himself while he went straight to his members, not even bothering to talk to you and give you feedback like he usually did.

You didn’t know what just happened, but you could feel there was now some sort of tension separating you and Jeno.

As all of you were monitoring the run on the large TV, Renjun laughed while saying “Jeno and Y/n look like they’re about to fight.” Your members giggled at his joke and one of them even calls it a ‘lover’s quarrel’. You didn’t dare look over at Jeno but you could feel his now-familiar gaze locked on you.

As your groups continued practicing together and the concert drew closer and closer, the tension between you and Jeno only grew worse, neither of you interacting with each other aside for during the dance itself. You found yourself itching to talk to him and tell him about the cute hat you saw in a store the other day, or how Soojin almost burnt the kitchen down while cooking dinner the week before. You didn’t have the guts to talk to Jeno, not when his jaw was squared shut and he wouldn’t even look at you unless it was during the dance.

During a break in one of the last rehearsals in Korea, you were playing around with your members and trying to do different tricks like backbends, roundhouses, aerials, and such. You knew these were Jeno’s specialty and you were taken aback when he didn’t come over to show off his skills and instead Jaemin did, though he was nowhere close to being as good as Jeno as he clumsily fell over from the handstand he was doing, causing you to have a fit of laughter.

Jeno doesn’t know why he feels so upset to see you laughing because of his groupmate and he especially doesn’t understand why he feels angry when Jaemin tries to spot you as you do a handstand and end up falling and dragging Jaemin down with you, both of you almost scream-laughing as your bodies lay tangled with each other.

It only gets worse when later that week, as Jeno is eating dinner with the other members, he sees Renjun’s phone light up showing a message from you telling him to enjoy his meal. Jeno didn’t even know the two of you had exchanged numbers and it was starting to drive him insane when your name kept popping up on Renjun’s phone throughout the night and not once on his own.

Renjun catches him staring, to which he leered, “what, lover boy? Are you mad that you can’t keep y/n all to yourself? Just relax, I’m only texting her to learn some phrases before the concert.” Jeno didn’t respond, not wanting to expose the fact that he didn’t even have you anymore, best friend or not.

He finished eating and excused himself from the table, leaving to go wallow in his own self-pity because he had unintentionally broken your friendship. He had realized his own feelings for you during that one dance practice but proceeded to distance himself from you out of fear that acting on his feelings would ruin your relationship, leading to the exact opposite to ruin it. Jeno cried himself to sleep that night hoping that the phrase ‘distance makes the heart grow fonder’ would hold true on your end, that you were missing him just as much as he was missing you.

The next time you saw Jeno was at the airport when all the company was getting ready to leave for your home country. He was wearing a simple outfit consisting of a plain black t-shirt with his black joggers along with a black snapback and his glasses to complete his plain yet oh so attractive full black outfit.

You were sitting in the lounge area with your members and one of them pointed him out and commented on how good he looks. You glanced over just in time to see him momentarily take his hat off and run a hand through his soft, light brown hair before placing his hat back on his head.

You felt a slight shiver go up through your spine as you watched him do such a simple action yet you were unnerved to hear that one of your members found him attractive even if you did too and you knew thousands of his fans did as well. Maybe distance made your heart grow fonder of him, given all the time the two of you spent away from each other and just wanting your best friend back. A few minutes later, after zoning out for a while, you were brought back to reality by your phone vibrating, showing three messages from Jaemin whose number you had gotten through Renjun.

Jaemin > y/n 8:16am: what rows do you guys have? 8:17am: we have 13 and 14. I’ll be sitting with Jisung 8:17am: he overpacked his snacks so now I have some of them. You’re more than welcome to come over and help yourself to them

Y/n > Jaemin 8:18am: we’re 16 and 17 8:18am: i’m not that hungry right now but I just stop by during the flight

You indeed took Jaemin up on his offer about halfway through the flight when your members were complaining about not liking the food being served. You mentioned how Jaemin had snacks he didn’t mind sharing and they immediately begged you to get them from him. You had forgotten to wear a hoodie so you were snuggled into the airline blanket for warmth, not wanting to leave your spot, but you ultimately lost a game of rock paper scissors so you had no other choice but to shake off the blanket and brace yourself for the cold.

As you trudged your way up a few rows, you easily find Jisung due to his large frame, though he was asleep while Jaemin was nowhere to be found, presumably having gone to the bathroom. You didn’t even bother looking around you to see where the other members were, your only goal in mind being the snacks in Jaemin’s bag because the quicker you found them, the quicker you could go back to your warm seat.

You opened up the overhead compartment and spotted Jaemin’s bag, though it was almost out of your reach. You raised yourself onto your tip-toes as you struggled to reach it when suddenly there was a warm hand on your waist and someone against your back. You froze, watching as the stranger easily grabbed the backpack and brought it down safely, handing it to you.

You turned around only to find Jeno looking down at you. It felt like a whole minute passed as you both just stared at each other, neither of you wanted to speak first, when really only a few seconds went by before Jaemin came walking down the aisle.

“Ah, y/n, you came!” He exclaimed, taking his backpack from your hold and unzipping it, “Sorry, I was in the bathroom, but I’m glad you were able to find my bag” he said, opening it up and showing you all the snacks he had. “Did you want some too, Jeno?” he asked, noticing Jeno’s presence behind you.

“No, I just came by to ask Jisung something,” he stated, “but I’ll come by later since he’s asleep” he said, already turning to walk back to his seat.

Once he was out of earshot, Jaemin sighed before telling you, “he’s been acting really weird lately. Even in the dorms, he’s all quiet and moody and none of us know why.”

“Maybe he’s on his man-period” you quipped while you took a few snacks from the bag while Jaemin rolled his eyes at your immature joke. You thanked him for the snacks and made your way back to your group members who were overjoyed when you handed them the bags of chips and dried fruit, all the bags opened within mere seconds. You only ate a bit, preferring to wait until you got to the hotel where you could eat room service food instead.

About an hour later, Soojin, who was sitting next to you, got up and told you she was going to the bathroom. You hum in response to let her know you heard. Not even a whole minute passes by before she sits back down next to you. You looked up from the game on your phone, asking her “did you even wash your hands-”, but you stopped midsentence when you realized you were looking at the face of Jeno, not Soojin.

Before you could say anything else, Jeno already blurted out the words, “I’m sorry.” You were still in shock, continuing to look at him with wide eyes like a deer caught in headlights. Jeno continued on anyways, “look I know I’ve been really cold and distant towards you for the past few weeks but that’s because...because-,” you noticed him fidgeting with his hands and you shifted in your seat to face him and look him in the eyes, “because I have feelings for you” he said, his words coming out almost too fast for you to process.

“Y/n, I didn’t want my feelings to ruin our relationship because I truly do treasure what we had, or had, as best friends, yet I allowed myself to break us apart somehow and I really do feel like shit because of it-”

“Jeno, it’s okay-” you began, cutting him off.

“No, y/n, it’s not okay,” he interjected, resuming his previous thought, “especially since you are finally returning home after two years away, I want you to be happy during this time,” his hands now shifting to play with a loose thread hanging from his shirt, “and I want to be able to be with you and share that happiness because I still remember the broken-hearted girl who was crying by herself in the practice room from homesickness.”

“Jeno, I...wow, I don’t know what to say” you mumbled, letting yourself fall into your seat, your thoughts running wild in your head.

“I know this is extremely sudden, but I just want our old relationship back. I want to stand by your side and watch you smile. I won’t even bother asking you to be my girlfriend because I know you’re going to reject me so don’t worry about that” he stated, dejection obvious in his voice.

Your head snapped up to face him, “what if I told you that I wouldn’t reject you?” Now it was Jeno’s turn to be stunned speechless. “I need some time to think this, to think us over” you confessed, motioning between the two of you to get your point across. “I need time, but I’m willing to be friends first before anything else” you conclude.

Jeno was wringing out his hands and picking his nails while smiling as he whispered “thank you” before he froze when you pulled him into a hug.

“I missed you” you murmured into his ear.

Jeno allowed himself to sink into your embrace before telling you “I missed you too.”

Both of you stayed there, enjoying the feeling of finally holding each other after being apart for so long until you pulled away to grab your phone just as it was about to slide off your lap. The display lit up and you realized you’ve been talking to Jeno for well over ten minutes, which made you worry about Soojin as she still hasn’t returned from the bathroom yet.

“I think I’m gonna go check on Soojin” you said, taking the blanket off of you as you stood up from your seat.

Jeno grabbed your hand before you could step out into the aisle. “She’s in my seat with Chenle,” he reassured, “I ran into her when she was leaving the bathroom and I asked her if she’d be okay with staying with Chenle for a bit while I talk to you.” You peered over the rows in front of you, and you found Chenle’s blonde head indeed next to your leader just as she playfully shoved him, no doubt playing that kart rider game everyone was obsessed with recently.

As you sat back down, relieved at knowing Soojin was okay, you shivered due to the few seconds you were exposed to the cold air hitting your skin as you searched for her. You do your best to steel yourself and not show Jeno that you were cold, knowing that he’d scold you, but he already knew you’d be cold when he saw you in the airport only in a t-shirt and leggings.

“You’re cold, aren’t you?” he says, more of a rhetorical and sarcastic than anything, answering his own question muttering “of course you are” as he leans back to take off his hoodie, unintentionally flashing you his abs in the process causing both of you to shy away from each other as he hands you your saving grace of the flight. You gratefully took the hoodie from him, letting out a sigh of relief when you pull it down over your body and feel its warmth made from Jeno’s body heat.

Jeno stayed with you for the rest of the flight and only leaves to go back to his seat when the flight attendant announces that the plane will be landing shortly. Luckily, your members were asleep and hadn’t witnessed your exchange with Jeno but they knew something was up when they saw you in the hoodie you certainly did not have on earlier.

Soojin smiled at you as she returned to her seat, buckling herself in while telling you “I’m glad you and Jeno are talking again. Not gonna lie, it was pretty awkward during rehearsals.” She only chuckled when you shrunk into the hoodie, pulling the strings of the hood closed over your face to hide your embarrassment.

By the time you arrived at the hotel, you were dead tired. You just wanted to shower and go to sleep which is exactly what you do once you reach your shared hotel room with Soojin.

You crawled into your bed, freshly showered and already half-asleep, ready to succumb to your exhaustion. Right as you were about to doze off, you heard your phone go off, pulling you out of your near-sleeping state. You reached around for it and turned it on silent once you got your hands on it, reading the notification that had rudely awakened you.

Jeno > y/n 12:13am: You looked really tired earlier so I’m pretty sure you’re already sleeping, but I hope you rest well. Only one more rehearsal tomorrow (today? Because it’s already midnight??) and we’ll be performing in front of your friends and family the day after! Let’s do well :)

y/n > Jeno 12:16am: I was almost about to fall asleep but I’m not mad only because it’s you 12:17am: Let’s show them the most powerful best friend duo in the world

You saw that Jeno had immediately read your message but you didn’t bother waiting for his response, already drifting off to sleep once again, though you wouldn’t have gotten a response anyways because Jeno thought you just friend-zoned him.

From the start of your day, you were already swamped with activities, shooting tons of videos in your native language to thank your fans and prompt your group while also being an in-house translator for your other members as they shot their own individual videos. It wasn’t until after the full rehearsal started that you were finally allowed some time to slow down and rest. Your group had already finished the first performance in the show and now you were in the on-deck area waiting for NCT Dream to meet you guys for your short joint rehearsal before going on stage.

You heard them coming before you even see them, the infamous “hi everyone! This is Haechan cam with 37.5% viewer ratings” greeting ringing out from the hallway. You and your members didn’t know he’d be filming so you hadn’t done anything to take care of your appearances like hair and makeup but all of you respectfully stood up to greet him and the other Dream members.

Your members grumbled amongst themselves as Haechan left the camera filming during your on-stage rehearsal, saying how they hoped this section wouldn’t get aired because none of you looked good without your hair and makeup done as you all fell into formation. You hadn’t noticed Jeno’s presence behind you, “I think you look nice, don’t let the girls tell you otherwise”, his short affirmation startling you, barely having time to shoot him a quick smile before the music started playing.

You didn’t bother doing facial expressions since it was only a rehearsal and you already felt so drained. When it came time for the dreaded eye contact portion with Jeno, you were expecting the normal fierce look but instead, you were met with his eyes smile as he made faces at you, almost making you laugh. Jeno’s heart fluttered when he saw the grin you were holding back, happy that he was able to brighten your day, even if it was only for a few seconds. If this was all he could do to lift your mood, then that was what he would do.

The previous night, Jeno had convinced himself that no matter what happens between the two of you, friend zone or not, he was going to make sure you were happy and fully enjoyed this short trip because you deserved it. You were home, and home was the whole reason why he had met you crying in the practice room on that fateful night. He told himself that he’d deal with his own unrequited feelings later but for you, he’d temporarily push them aside so he could watch you flourish in the place you loved so dearly.

Bringing you back to the current moment, as you walk out across the stage alongside your members to meet the boys of Dream in the middle. You look into the ocean of people, admiring the colors of the lightsticks and their almost hypnotizing effect paired with the screams from the audience.

You are beyond nervous, Jeno could tell that much from the way you struggle to find his face, even more so to meet his eyes. During the performance, when you again gazed over at him, ready for his predatory look, you saw another batch of his funny expressions, though this time you didn’t try to hide the smile that crept onto your face as he ruined his image.

To Jeno, he doesn’t care about all the bad pictures he’d see of himself or the whooping he’d get from the performance directors later. He was willing to endure it all if it was for you.

By the end of the concert, you were spent, all your energy thrown out of your body from dancing and rapidly switching between languages to translate all too frequently. When you joined all the senior artists for the final stage, you let your body go on autopilot as you wandered around, trailing behind your group as you tried to read all the signs and banners the fans were holding up.

You were lost in your own world until you felt two very strong and familiar arms wrap around your waist, almost scaring you enough to jump off the edge of the stage. You hear Jeno’s laugh from behind you and you whip around ready to beat him up for nearly shoving you off the stage but you stop in your tracks when he extends his arms out to show you a large banner of your country’ flag with the words “We Love You Y/N” stitched onto it.

You felt your heart swell with pride as you immediately took the item from Jeno and turned to face the audience, doing your best to hold it up, though your arms alone weren’t enough. Jeno grabbed the end of the flag that was almost touching the ground as he laughed at you while helping you to fully show the flag and thank the fans.

After you let them take a few pictures, you wrapped it around your shoulders and happily skipped off to rejoin your group, Jeno hot on your tracks as all the artists go into a line to do the final bow all together. As you ran past your members, Jeno snatched onto you, pulling you into the line right where your two groups met, lacing his fingers with yours as you both raised your arms up to bow to the audience. If only both of you could feel what the other was feeling, you’d know that the tingle of excitement you both felt was not one-sided.

When everyone came together for the group picture, you ended up getting smashed between the countless members of NCT alongside Soojin whose hand you had grabbed onto during the bow. As the cameraman started to count down, you were suddenly lifted into the air, feeling hands on both sides of your hips. You looked down to see Jeno on one side and Soojin on the other as they held you up, causing your smile to grow wider just in time as the camera flashed.

After they put you down, you turned around and caught Soojin leaning it to whisper something into Jeno’s ear, a simple “I will” was all he said in response. Once Soojin had already walked away, you were about to ask Jeno what she said, but he acted faster, almost aggressively pulling you into a back-hug with on arm around your waist, the other being used to wave at fans and point out the signs with your name and pictures on them.

You don’t know if it’s the close proximity of your bodies or simply the excitement from being able to pick out your own fans and thank them, but you felt a rush of adrenaline as you walked with Jeno. You looked up at him, admiring his side profile, finally understanding why his fans always called him a prince as you felt your palms grow sweaty and your heart skip a beat. Maybe you had just realized your own feelings for Jeno.

Once the two-day concert was over, you stop by at your manager’s hotel room to ask if you were allowed to go out for the day, the urge to visit your hometown feeling stronger than ever. He graciously said yes, telling you to let him know if you needed any help and to be sure to take someone else along for safety measures. You thanked him and ran off towards the elevator, hitting the number of the floor you knew Jeno was on rather than heading back to your own.

You excitedly jogged down the hallway to his room and knocked on his door after double-checking his text message to make sure you had the right room. Jaemin opened the door, greeting you with his loud “ohoho!”

“Jaemin shut up, oh my gosh,’ you gasped, not wanting someone to file a noise complaint, “I’m here to ask Jeno about something.”

Jaemin pulled you into the room while yelling “yah, Jeno Lee, your girlfriend is here!” much to your embarrassment. Just as you were about to whine at him and deny Jaemin’s statement, you saw Jeno shoot up from where he was lying on his bed, grabbing the blanket in a failed effort to cover his naked torso and he flung himself off the bed, looking for a shirt to put on. You swear you could see a faint tinge of pink on his cheeks as he rummaged through his suitcase but you don’t know if it’s from the lighting of the room or if he’s actually blushing. You choose to believe the first option, not wanting to give yourself false hope.

You sat down on Jeno’s bed as you asked, “do you wanna go out with me?” to which Jeno froze in place as he tried to process your words. “I mean, would you like to go and spend the day with me because I want to go home and show you where I grew up” you blurted, quickly rephrasing your words as your own cheeks began to heat up.

Jeno only grunted a response, letting you know that he did want to go with you as he threw a shirt over his head. Jaemin let out a laugh of excitement while clapping his hands and squealing “eeheehee my babies are going on their first date together! Make sure to bring Nana some delicious snacks!”

“Yeah, we’ll get you the strawberry ones you love so much” Jeno said, causing Jaemin to pout as he flopped onto his bed. Before Jaemin could pester either of you any further, Jeno was already grabbing his things and pulling you out the door.

On the elevator ride down to the lobby, Jeno asked “so where exactly are we going today?” You pulled your phone out of your pocket and showed him pictures of your favorite restaurant from you old neighborhood as you searched up the directions on google maps. You started telling him about all the memories you had there and how good the food was, and though Jeno was listening to you, he was really only paying attention to your face. He loved the way the edges of your crinkled when you smiled, the was your eyes shone when you talked with so much excitement.

Once both of you were in one of the company vans and you had already given the directions to the staff member who’d be driving, you decided to take a nap in your seat, already dozing off before you had even left the hotel parking lot. Jeno took a moment to admire your sleeping form next to him, finding you just as beautiful as when you’re awake. He took a few pictures of you, not wanting to let this moment go to waste before he too allowed himself to drift off into sleep.

You woke up to Jeno gently shaking you and telling you that you’re outside the restaurant, your half-asleep state barely even remembering which country you were in. You took a few seconds as your brain started functioning again and you wasted no time in yanking the door open and thanking the staff member as you jumped out of the van, Jeno following your actions as you nearly ran into the restaurant.

The second you set foot through the entrance, the sounds and the smells brought back so many memories and you almost teared up though you quickly brushed it off as you switched into your native language and asked the hostess for a table for two. As you followed her through to all so familiar restaurant, Jeno looked around, admiring the artwork scattered across the walls as he said the phrase ‘so beautiful’ in your language.

You whipped around when you recognized the words he just whispered, “how do you even know how to say that?”

“Oh, I uh, learned it for you,” he stuttered sheepishly, his hand going to scratch the back of his head, “I wanted to be able to talk to you and the fans better so I’ve been learning it on the side” he explained, a slightly awkward silence falling upon both of you as you sat down at the table, thanking the hostess as she handed you the menus.

The silence was quickly broken when Jeno started asking you about the different dishes, his mind overloaded with the foreign language, and all the different options. You tried your best to explain them to him, though he ultimately ended up just letting you choose his food for him, trusting your judgment more than his at this point.

Lunch with Jeno consisted of him being amazed by the food and cutely repeating phrases you were teaching him and you taking pictures and videos of him, wanting to save this moment into your memories.

Once both of your stomachs were full and you had fought with Jeno over who’d be paying the bill, Jeno won, of course, you took a breath of fresh air as you walked out of the restaurant, reaching your arms up over your head while yawning as you felt the beginning of a food coma start to take form.

You made Jeno call the staff member to pick you up and take you to another location you thought Jeno would like as you skipped down the road to one of your favorite parks. He ended the call after he sent the address of the park and ran to catch up with you. You heard him coming so you kept skipping along until he got closer and suddenly stopped, essentially brake checking him and cracking up as he slammed into you, nearly knocking both of you to the floor.

As you grab onto him to stop him from actually falling face-first into the floor, you interlocked your fingers with his and pulled him over to the playground you used to hang out at with your friends all throughout elementary and middle school. It stopped before high school though because this was also where you had your first heartbreak the summer before your freshman year.

One humid summer night, you were here with your crush and you had finally worked up the guts to ask them out thanks to the confidence of starting a new chapter of your life. You were undeniably broken when they rejected you and walked away without even bothering to tell you why. You sat on the swing set, allowing your tears to fall in silence.

You tell this story to Jeno as you sit at that same swing set, his strong arms gently pushing you forward every so often. “How about I make this place a happier memory for you?” he suggests, moving to stand in front of you, his hands grabbing the chains of the swing to stop your momentum.

You let confusion overtake your face as your feet settle on the dirt beneath the swings, fully stopping your movement and looking up at Jeno. “Y/n, I just want you to know how utterly thankful I am to have met you,” he began, making sure to hold eye contact with you, “you’ve brought so much joy and happiness to me without even knowing it and i’m glad to be your best friend. I would’ve never thought that we’d become so close due to our backgrounds but that’s what makes our friendship so special.” He pauses, trying to carefully piece together his next sentence. “I know I told you that I have feelings for you, but even if I can only stay by your side as a friend, I’m more than happy to do just that as long as you are happy-”

You abruptly stand up, cutting him off midsentence as you let your hands go to his which were frozen in place from where he was previously anxiously playing with the hem of his shirt. “Jeno, I’d like to give us a chance.” His eyes widened as he looked at you, not believing what he was hearing. “I’d like to give us a chance if it’s okay with you” you confess as Jeno smiles at you before pulling you into his embrace.

You hug him back, letting yourself get lost in his scent, your head resting on his shoulder. “Does this mean I’m your girlfriend now?” you ask, giggling into his chest.

You lean back slightly to see him nod as he said “Y/n, the girlfriend to the one and only Lee Jeno”, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. He still held onto you, not even bothering to pull away when he pulls his phone out of his pocket to answer a call from the staff member who’d be picking you up.

Once he ends the call, he kept his phone out to check the time and you felt all giddy when you see that his wallpaper is a picture from the concert of him and Soojin holding you up as if you were Simba, your laughter caught and preserved in time. “You know, Jeno, one day I’m gonna be able to hold you up like that” you muse.

“Mmm, I wouldn’t set your hopes too high” he teases. You were about to hit him but he took off running towards the company van.

You chase after him yelling “Lee Jeno, this isn’t how you treat your girlfriend!”

He only laughs as he shouts back, “best friend first, girlfriend second” causing you to roll your eyes as you continue to run after him.

A/N - this is inspired by a dream i had two months ago so it’s not really the best storyline lmao but let me know what you guys think. character inspo drawn from @t-aeycng​ as Soojin because she is truly a wonderful person and you should definitely check out her work as well

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A/N: Thank you again, so much, for your kind and encouraging comments. It makes me so happy that you’re enjoying this.

Trigger warning: Rosalie has plane accident anxiety, gets high off of Dramamine, and wants to fight some hoes

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And without further ado, I present to you...

Chapter Three: I Get Drunk On Jealousy

Rosalie had never been a good sleeper on the night before a vacation. Normally, she would spend the hours tossing and turning in bed, her mind whirring with anticipation at the upcoming events or thinking of the impending doom of a plane flight. Last night followed the same predictable pattern: lie awake counting the ruffles in the popcorn ceiling, think about planes falling out of the sky, roll over, curl into ball, think about something else to ease the anxiety...

Save for one difference--an earlier conversation with Laura played in Rose’s head over and over like a drive-in showing of the newest heart-pounding flick.

 “You haven’t seen my idiot brother, have you?” Laura muttered as soon as Rosalie opened the door, suspicious eyes scanning the apartment in search of a hiding Derek. She didn’t wait for Rose’s reply and walked into the living room, plopping down on the sofa.

“Well, hello to you, too. Not that you’re not always welcome, but what are you doing here? You could have called. And why are you looking for Derek?” Rosalie questioned, resting her hip on the doorframe.

Laura rolled her eyes to the ceiling. “He hasn’t been home in days, he missed family dinner Sunday night, he won’t answer texts or calls. I think he’s hiding from my mother. I—”

“Why would he be hiding from your mother? I mean, for God’s sake, he’s a thirty-year-old man—”

“Can you blame him from hiding? You know what my mom’s like when she’s pissed.”

“Why’s she pissed at Derek? As far as I know, he hasn’t done anything deserving of the wrath of Mama Hale.”

Laura crossed her arms, a signature Hale glare aimed right at Rosalie.

Rose questioned Laura’s unwarranted expression with a glare of her own. “What?”

The scowl etched on Laura’s face just grew further. “You’re honestly going to lie to my face?”

At Rosalie’s clueless expression, Laura sighed, throwing her hands up into the air, “What kind of game are you and Derek playing?”

Rose’s heart began to beat a little faster. Could Laura know about their little white lie? No, she couldn’t have. All joking aside, Rosalie’s friend group had sworn not to tell anyone else. But it wasn’t like they kept in contact with the other Hale siblings to begin with…

Laura stood, grabbing the other woman by the wrist and pulling her to sit, in the teal armchair, across from her.

“Tell me. Whose idiotic idea was it to tell your whackass family that you and Derek are engaged? Yours or his?”

Rosalie’s jaw dropped, but Laura looked unaffected.

“How…how did you find out?” Rose breathed, knowing she was caught red-handed.

“Your father called my mother to congratulate her on having ‘an esteemed Martin daughter’ joining the family—”

“Of course, he did,” Rosalie muttered into her palm.

“—Then asked when you and Derek were planning on officially announcing the engagement.”

Rosalie purposefully stared at the gold buttons that outlined the armchair. One of them was loose. That would have to be fixed. Now that she knew about it, it would drive her nuts. “And… what did Talia say?”

“She said that she’s overjoyed that you’ll be an ‘official’ Hale, and that she’d be sure to pass along his concerns to you. Then, she called my brother to ask why the fuck she just had to lie to Jason Martin and what in the world you two were scheming up.”

That surprised Rosalie. Talia Hale was a woman of great poise; it was rare that she lost her temper. “Wait, she actually dropped the ‘f’ bomb? Why was she so angry? So what, we may have fibbed a little.”

The accent pillow from Rose’s sofa hit her in the face, forcing her to look at Laura. Laura’s lips were pursed, face growing redder with frustration.

“SO WHAT? Good God, you two are the stupidest smart people that I know!”

The condescending tone of her voice caused Rosalie to raise her haunches. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”

“It means that this is, by far, the dumbest con you two have come up with. And this beats the night that you and Derek got drunk on his 21st birthday and you dared him to go streaking down Main Street.”

“Why? You don’t think that Derek and I can play a convincing couple? Because I’ll have you know that we both won the Best Thespian award during our respective senior years, even though D—”

Laura stood, exploding. “That’s just it, Rosalie! You’ll both play madly in love very well, too well actually, and I…”

She ran a hand through her brown hair, walking to the window and facing the expanse of city below. Softly, Laura added, “I don’t want to see you two get hurt.”

She sounded so vulnerable, it made Rosalie wonder the reasoning behind those fears. Derek and her, they would never hurt each other. The two friends both cared too much. “And why would you think that?”

Laura whipped around to face Rosalie so quickly that she wondered how her pseudo-sister hadn’t gotten whiplash. “Must I spell it out for you? Obviously, I must. You two have been in love with each other since you were kids.”

No. No. Rosalie had feelings for him (albeit repressed), sure, but they certainly weren’t love. She swore she would never get herself into that mess again. And Derek… no way. Like he could ever love her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I… Derek… we’re not in love.”

“You keep telling yourself that, sweetie. Tell me how denial goes for you. Just don’t come back to me crying when this whole ploy of yours blows up in your face spectacularly.”

Was Laura right? Would this all end in burning flames? That question had ruminated in Rosalie’s head all night long.

“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty!” A slap on the leg jolted Rose wide awake. She looked to her left, finding the culprit grinning in satisfaction as his eyes scanned the road ahead.

Rosalie rolled her eyes, slumping against the passenger door to glare out the window at the streaks of artificial light that came from the surrounding buildings as we passed. “Go to hell, Peter.”

“I’ve been there, sweetie. Feels right at home. And besides, you’re getting to spend a week in paradise. I think you can sacrifice a little sleep.”

“So you woke me up because you’ve got FOMO?”

“You could have gotten a ticket, too. You have enough money,” Lydia chimed in from the back seat. Her voice was low with latent sleep, Lydia not much more alert than Rosalie.

Peter sighed dramatically, always one for fanfare. “No, I could not have. Rosalie’s father’s restraining order still stands… and I’m permanently banned from the state of Hawaii.”

Stiles perked up immediately, elbows leaning on his knees so he could listen in closer. “This is a story I have to hear.”

At the same time, looking to Peter in her peripheral, Rose commented, “You’re lucky you got off that easy. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Stiles reached across Lydia to poke Derek spastically in the bicep.

“What did he do? What did he do?” Stiles questioned Derek like an excited little boy.

Derek groaned. “This fucker commandeered Jason Martin’s yacht and took it for a drunken joyride like he was Jack fucking Sparrow. He went around picking up a bunch of women and partied until the Coast Guard pulled up.”

To himself, Peter muttered, “Boats and hoes.”

Rosalie scowled. “You had to go and call the female cop a dirty wench.”

Peter looked irritated. “Um, excuse me. I may not remember much from that night, but I’m pretty sure my exact words were, ‘Ahoy there, you sexy wench! Give me some of that booty.’”

Stiles laughed hysterically. Rosalie reached around in her seat to smack him on the forehead. “Don’t encourage him!”

Peter shifted the car into park and turned towards the group in the back. “We’re finally here. Now, get the fuck out of my car so I can go back to sleep.”

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  Her pillow was hard—unusually so. She specifically remembered buying the fluffiest one in the store. So why did it feel like she was sleeping against a wall? Rosalie inhaled deeply, the woodsy scent flooding her nostrils. The brick wall smelled amazing. She greedily burrowed further into the pillow. The pillow that was becoming less hard and more… prickly.

The pillow shook slightly, Rosalie’s torso moving along with it. The hazy ring of a laugh resounded amidst the mechanical buzzing of the airplane.

“Are you smelling me?” came a familiar voice. The woman turned her head slightly, only to find that her pillow was not a pillow, and instead was the shoulder of her best friend.

Rosalie smiled happily up at him. “Hey Derek!”

He grinned back, green eyes dancing with amusement. “Hey princess. Sleep well, I assume?”

“Mmm, yeah. So good. The best.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re about two hours outside of Orlando. Just a reminder, the fasten seatbelt sign is on. We may run into some turbulence here.”

Rosalie lifted her heavy head from Derek’s shoulder, leaning back fully on the cushion of her seat. Her eyes hazily scanned the encapsulated ceiling. A blast of cold air hit her straight in the face.

“God, is that you?” Rosalie questioned curiously, “Why are you telling me to fasten my seatbelt. I always wear my seatbelt, you know that. I am a responsible driver.”

Derek laughed again. “Holy shit, you’re so high.”

Rosalie smacked her lips, mouth suddenly feeling cotton dry. “I require a beverage.”

Stiles peeked his head over the seat.

Rose stared up at him in awe. “Stiles, you really are a Jedi! You’ve mastered levitation!”

Stiles gave her a weird look. “First you’re saying that you require a ‘beverage’, now you’re thinking that I’m levitating.” His focus turned to scrutinize Derek. “I told you we shouldn’t have given her Dramamine!”

Rose’s body suddenly felt heavy again, so she slumped over and used Derek to support her weight. Derek’s head was stretched all the way up; he was yelling back at Stiles. For what, Rosalie didn’t understand. “Would you rather she spends the whole flight puking her guts out? You know she has motion sickness!”

Rosalie blindly reached a finger up and to her left until she poked Derek in the nose. “Derek. Derek. Der. I need a beverage.”

Derek wrapped his hand around hers and brought their hands down to rest between them. His free hand ran through his hair.

“The drink cart��s coming. It should be here soon.”

Rosalie narrowed her eyes, focusing on Derek’s hair and not his words. The black locks were disheveled, the right side sticking up in a very unattractive manner. She stretched up to pat his hair down.

“Yes, thank you. Ok. The stewardess is coming,” Derek said, clearly not appreciating her fixing.

Rosalie shrugged and went back to lying her head on his shoulder, trying not to inhale when she caught another whiff of cedarwood. Damn, that scent was addicting.

The perky stewardess appeared almost instantly, almost like she was at Derek’s beck and call. She might as well have been, with the way she was looking at him.

The woman was young, likely around Rosalie’s age. She wore a navy blazer over a white button-up shirt, with one too many buttons undone. Even her scarf couldn’t hide that cleavage—eye-drawing cleavage. And it’s like the stewardess knew it, too, with the way that she pulled down her shirt as soon as she stepped in front of the two in the aisle. Her brown eyes scanned Derek hungrily, not an unusual occurrence when it came to Derek Hale.

Intuitively, Rosalie’s blue eyes scanned the hand still in Derek’s for the ring that she was sure she put on this morning, the sapphire that got them into this mess in the first place. Just as Rosalie thought, it was still secured around her left ring finger.

The pretty blonde flight attendant flipped her long hair and smiled brilliantly at Derek.

“How can I help you, sweetheart?” she fawned, voice thick with a southern drawl.

Rose watched her like a hawk. She didn’t like that look, nor the subtle flirting. Not when it was obvious that he was engaged.

Rosalie put on the sweetest smile she could muster in her slowly angering state. “I’d love a ginger ale. Thank you.”

The stewardess didn’t even look at Rosalie as she spoke; she was still smiling brightly at Derek.

“Would you like a champagne? It’s on the house, for a pretty face like yours.”

Rosalie’s blood boiled at the woman’s blatant flirting with her fiancé. It sobered Rosalie immensely. She raised her head from Derek’s shoulder, moving their joined hands to her lap where the sapphire ring would be obvious.

The flight attendant’s gaze grazed briefly to Rosalie’s hand. It was as if she was unfazed.

Rosalie’s brows stretched tightly upward as she channeled Big Hale Energy to the best of her ability. The words came flying out of her mouth before she could really even think them through. She was beyond pissed.

 “I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and say that you’re just too stupid to see the ring on my finger. Because I highly doubt that American Airlines would appreciate one of their employees whoring it up for someone else’s fiancé.”

The look on the woman’s face was priceless. Finally, Rosalie got a reaction on that steely, perfect face of hers, one that reminded Rose eerily of her stepsister, Ashleigh. The other woman’s jaw dropped, noisily gasping for breath.

The gasps echoed across the cabin. Derek’s hand stiffened in Rose’s.

“I am so sorry. We gave her some Dramamine to get on the plane, and she gets a little… feisty. If we could have the ginger ale, that would be great. Thanks,” Derek croaked, swiftly pulling his hand away to pull out his wallet from his back pocket. He handed the woman a five-dollar bill with an apologetic smile.

Rosalie looked at him, flabbergasted.

Derek stared right back at her, one brow raised in challenge.

“Do you want to get kicked off this plane?!” He hissed.

Stiles poked his head up again, whistling loudly. “Not even there yet, and you’re already playing the jealous fiancée. Damn, Rose. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

Lydia yanked him back down into his seat as the flight attendant stiffly appeared with Rosalie’s ginger ale and a bottle of water for Lydia. Rose didn’t look at her as she accepted the plastic cup. Instead, she stared at her tanned legs. The stewardess’ high heels clicked as she stomped back up towards the front of the cabin.

In the clear, Rosalie brought the cup to her dry lips to take a much-needed drink. Lydia reached one hand through the gap between Derek and Rosalie’s seats, grabbing Rose’s elbow before she could let the liquid into her mouth.

“Don’t drink that!” Lydia exclaimed hastily.

Rose put the drink down on Derek’s open tray table and turned to peek through the gap. She could see a fraction of Lydia’s face. From what she could see, Lydia looked irritated.

“She probably spit in it, Rosalie.”

Rose scoffed at the suggestion. “What? She was the one who was hitting on a taken man! What am I supposed to do?”

Derek shoved a half-drank bottle of Aquafina from his carry-on into her lap. “Just shut up and drink this.”

She removed her face from the gap to look at Derek apologetically. “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t react, just kept on glaring at the tray table.

Rosalie changed defense tactics, smiling at him with all teeth bared like a guilty child. “I’m sorry. I love you, Der Bear.”

Just as predicted, his green eyes shot to her blue ones. He sighed and rolled his eyes. “You better. I forgive you.”

Success. Rosalie’s lips curled upwards in satisfaction.

Derek held up a finger in front of her face. “On one condition. You never call me Der Bear again.”

His comment had Rosalie cackling loudly, drawing more unwanted attention to herself for the second time on the flight.

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[bnhaficsforthesoul]

Shinsou, Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kaminari Soulmate AU

Shinsou

A time frame where you are near your soulmate is repeated until you meet them

"And the winner is... Midoriya Izuku!!!"

Present Mics voice rang through the stadium as Deku stood in the ring, staring at the boy he was fighting

A purple haired boy, named Shinsou something

You stared at him as he angrily walked off the stage, and as he paused while he listened to his classmates cheer him on

You felt bad for him, something in his eyes told you this match meant a lot to him

You thought about going down to talk to him, but then Ochako grabbed your arm

"Deku won! I'm so glad!"

Deciding to continue watching the fights instead, you sat back in your seat

"And the winner is... Midoryia Izuku!!!"

Present Mics voice rang throughout the stadium as Deku stood in the - Shinsou looked upset...

He stomped off of the stage, only stopping when his class mates cheered for him

People seemed to be cheering for Deku... but he did good too

You wanted to go congratulate him, so you stood up from your seat

"Y/n? Where are you going? Oh! Are you going to congratulate Deku? I'll come with you!" With that, Ochako dragged you off to see Deku, causing you to miss Shinsou watching you

"And the winner is... Midoriya Izuku!!!

Shinsou seemed shocked, he just stood there, looking around at the audience

Was he gauging their reaction?

No, he was looking at you

You dont know why, but you stood up from your seat, ignoring Ochako's questions as you ran down the stairs to where you knew Shinsou would be

You ran down the hall, where he was barely entering, and you paused

You stared at each other, both unsure of exactly what was happening

"Uh... good job on the match!"

"Thanks..."

Something was off, you both felt it

You should just leave it at that, but you want to stay

"This... might be a weird question since I dont even know your name... but are you busy on Friday?"

Luckily, your weird case of deja vu seemed to stop after that

Bakugou

You switch bodies with your soulmate within the months coming up to you meeting them

What in the hell is going on

One second you were walking home from school and the next

You were standing in front of a green haired boy?

He seemed confused by your state as well, but ran off before you could ask what was up

"Come on Bakugou, let's go."

The two boys standing behind you pulled you with them, and you frowned

"Wha-"

Just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped, and you were back where you were

Except, your bag was now on the floor with its contents strewn about

A few months later, you were taking the U.A. entrance exam

Everything was going fine when

Suddenly you were on the other side of the test zone, surrounded by broken robots

You looked around, seeing some of the other test takers

Seeing a robot coming, your first instinct was to use your quirk to destroy it, but explosions came out of your hands?

The last thing you heard before you were back to normal was a very familiar voice screaming

First day of class! You were super excited- now on your way to become a pro hero

Except- your teacher was insane

A test on the first day of school!?? And we might get expelled???? Fucccc

You were so worried you barely listened to what Aizawa sensei was saying other than you could use your quirks, but then you heard a familiar name

Bakugou was called up to demonstrate, and you stared at him, confused

Now that you thought about it, the green haired boy next to you also looked really familiar

But! This isnt the time, so you pushed those thoughts aside and focused on how you would do the tests

Everything went fine so far, and now you were back to the ball throw

"Y/n, you're up."

You sighed, walking into the circle, ready to use your quirk and throw the ball when -

"What the fuck?"

You were standing further back now, wait, that's you

Aizawa looked pissed, "are you going to throw it or not?"

You watched as your body looked at him, growling, "I already threw the fucking ball! What the hell is going on?"

He turned his head to the side, only to see... himself

What

You two stared at each other, confused, until you pointed at him

"You're the one I've been switching bodies with!?"

"Huh? That was fucking you??"

Aizawa, seemingly understanding, pulled you both to the side

"Congrats, you found your soulmates. Now, y/l/n, as soon as you're back in your body, we still need to test you."

You nodded and he walked away, leaving you with Bakugou, who only growled and stomped away

It only took a few more minutes for you to switch back, and you finished your test fine

A few days later, you were walking down the hallways after school when Bakugou ran up to you

"*cough* so... since were soulmates... I guess we should get to know each other.... are you busy tonight?"

Todoroki

You can feel the same temperature as your soulmate

It was weird

When you were little, it always seemed like your right side was freezing

But your left side was burning

There was even a time when the left side of your face was burning so badly you thought it would melt off

But it later stopped, and you only felt the cold

You wondered what happened, you missed the warmth that balanced you out

It comforted you, and you were forced to compensate with hoodies and heat packs

Recently, you had started school at U.A., in the hero's course

It wasn't hard to figure out Todoroki was your soulmate

His constant use of ice on his right side, and your constant coldness on your right

The burn scar on his face only brought bad memories of when you were sobbing into your pillow at the burning pain and holding an ice pack as tightly as you could to it

Then knowing that he could use fire on his other side, it all made sense

But - he wanted nothing to do with you

It wasn't that you told him you were soulmates and he rejected you, but he seemed set on avoiding everyone as much as possible, making it impossible for you to do anything

Then, the Sports festival came

Deku and he were fighting

You were practically freezing with how much he was using his ice

But then, the heat came back

Flames burst out of Todorokis left, and you felt them inside of you

It almost hurt, but with how badly you had missed the warmth, you were so excited

"Yes, Todoroki!!!!!"

He looked up at you, seeing you cheer as loud as you could for him, and he smiled softly thinking of the support from his new peers

After the match, he was walking back to the waiting room when you ran up to him

"Great job Todoroki!"

He didn't know why you were being so supportive right now, but he smiled softly at you and gave you a quiet thanks before walking past

That was progress!

So, you took a risk and

"I missed the heat, you know. I'm guessing you have plenty of reasons you stopped using it, but you left me pretty cold all the time buddy"

He stopped, and slowly turned around with furrowed brows

He remembered all the times he was using his ice only to suddenly feel enveloped by a warmth that shouldn't be there

Or when his mother poured boiling water on him, under all of the burning there was a presence of cold

"That... was you?"

You nodded, "Todoroki, I think we're soulmates. "

He didn't say anything, and just stared at you, before pulling you into a tight hug

He felt so... warm

Kaminari

You and your soulmate can communicate through your thoughts - but only when you're close

You were taking the U.A. entrance exam, and god were you fucked

You had no time to study, focusing on your physical training instead for that portion of the test

'Fuck fuck fuck'

'Whoa, what's wrong there friend?'

Uhm, excuse me??

Who said that

'Uh, who are you?'

'Kaminari Denki, you?

You remembered hearing one time when you were little about types of soulmates, and remembered how some could talk through your thoughts

'Y/l/n y/n.... so, were soulmates?'

'Oh ya!!! How cool!! Wait, are you smart? I'm taking a big test right now and god I'm going to fail.'

'Wait, me too... what test'

'U.A entrance exam'

You looked around the room, blushing at the thought of your soulmate being in there with you

'Okay, we gotta help each other, I have 2 brain cells'

'Well, that's more than I have... but let's do this soulmate!!!'

Somehow, you got in, even with your collective 3 brain cells

You hadn't been able to talk to Denki since then, you guessed there was a limit to how far you could be

So, on the first day of class, you were determined to find him, only -

"Which one of you is y/n?"

A blonde boy with a black stripe in his hair burst through the door, scanning around the room

"Denki!?"

He smiled at your response, and ran over to you and hugged you

"We did it we did it we did it!!!"

You could only laugh as your classmates immediately decided you two were the weird ones

[blackberry-gingham]

Mermaid reader x teddy!Beatles part 2!

John and George over here!

Paul

Somehow, Paul makes it home with all his Dad's things without being caught

Truly, it's a miracle

But it's not all thanks to avoiding his dad's wrath that he can't believe he's alive...

Whenever he gets some good, quality alone time, he takes out your scale and just admires it

You were beautiful in the moonlight of course, but somehow this scale alone is even more gorgeous in the light of day

This particular scale has a green and blue iridescence to it, and it's the most lovely thing he's ever seen

He honestly feels like he can see a different hue in it every day if he turns it juuuust right

And of course, it is nice to have on hand

Paul assumed you were just using a turn of phrase when you told him it was "for luck"

But it would seem he was mistaken...

Now he doesn't have many stories to tell, but last week there was a calculous test he absolutely was supposed to fail

And yet... He got a B+

A B+ !!!

That's never happened before, even if he did study

Then there was another time he won a nice lot of cash at billiards...

And the time he found a brand new free bus punch pas on the ground...

His dad sure was pleased at that one

He's even been noticing some improvements in his bass playing, particularly on the few times he tried using the scale as a pick

All these thoughts swirled in Paul's mind as he lays awake in bed

He's been so fortunate lately, and it's all thanks to you and your gift

If only he could just thank you...

He feels like it's the least he owes you

Especially considering he accidentally snagged you on a fishing line for your first meeting...

That's it. He's going to do it!

Paul turns over in his bed with a grin plastered to his face as a plan to sneak out to the lake formulates in his mind

He doesn't get the time to actualize said plan until a few days later however

Not ideal, but manageable

He decides on the same plan as last time: late at night, when no one is around

But it isn't until he's arrived at the pier that he realizes he hasn't considered how he'll get in contact with you

Paul paces back in forth in the dark

What to do, what to do...

First he decides to skip some stones

Hopefully none of them hit you, but perhaps disturbing the water will get your attention

When that doesn't work, he settles for something a little more rudimentary

Paul takes as deep a breath as he can, and yells a long "hello?" across the water

He waits a few moments and assumes it didn't work, so he winds up for a second go

As if on cue, you pop up from below the waves with an agitated look on your face first

"Do you mind? Us normal people are trying to sleep!", You whisper yell

But then, you gasp, upon finally recognizing him

"You again?"

Paul jumps a foot in the air, quite startled by your sudden appearance

But he gets his wits about him soon enough, and he drops to his hands and knees, "Yeah, I've been looking for you!"

You give him a sideways look, but Paul cuts you off before you can pose a question

"Before you get upset! I um, I wanted to say... Thank you! You know, for the scale!"

You look at him as though you haven't a clue what he's talking about, then the memory comes back to you

"Oh, um... Sure?"

"No no, you don't understand! All these wonderful things have happened for me and my family, and I- well, we're a bit bad off, so really I-I can't thank you enough! I thought the least I could do was come back and say it"

Your face softens at that

Not many people would consider giving thanks for a mermaid’s gift, they seem to much rather just enjoy the profit

“Of course, uhm...?”

“Oh, Paul!”

You smile at last and tell him your name out of courtesy

“Wow, that’s a lovely name! It suites a pretty bird like you, if you don’t me saying”

Paul gives you a wink, and you laugh in surprise

You assume it was a one off thing, especially as you part soon after having a short chat, but...

He comes back a few more times on separate nights to meet with you and tell you about the latest goings on

And of course, squeezing in his flirting game here and there

At first you're not sure

After all, you've done this song and dance plenty of times before, and things never seem to work out

But Paul is kind, and charming, and polite...

So many things you've yet to experience from a human

Eventually, Paul starts visiting you from a different point on the edge of the lake in order to spend better time together

It’s in the forest, away from the prying eyes of others

This allows him to visit you at all different hours, which gives him far more freedom to see you often

And before you know it, he brings you little gifts, like offerings, whenever he can spare something nice from his good fortune

“You know, we had our first ever gig last night... They loved us! We already have another one lined up!”

Paul talks excitedly, while you rest and listen on the little blanket he’s set out for you both

“That’s wonderful, Paul! Congratulations”

“Yeah, thanks!”, Paul clears his throat and looks away demurely. “It’s all thanks to you, ya know...”

“Oh I don’t know about that, you’re very tal-!”

“No, really it is... I um, I haven't told you this, but I've been using your scale as a pick for my bass here and there and... there's just something, magical about the sound it makes..."

He braces himself a bit, expecting you to feel indignant, no matter what his explanation

But instead you laugh, amazed to hear that it can do that too

And if course, touched to know that a piece of you was able to be with him for such a big event

So, Paul continues his story, "And I mean, the amount of coincidences that had to happen just for us to get in, let alone get another one lined up is too much for chance...”

He laughs casually, then gives a little stretch before putting his calloused hand over yours

Paul almost expects you to flinch or pull away, but... Nothing happens

No, you continue to look at him, a gentle, blissful smile gracing your face

Taking a little risk, he gently strokes the back of your palm

He speaks again, his voice dropping to a bit of a hush so that only you can hear “Not to mention I wouldn’t even have applied for the place if you wouldn’t have encouraged me to, heh”

"Well... I suppose all that's true...", You lean in a little closer to him, resting your head on his leather clad shoulder

Paul nudges your hair with the tip of his nose, with a playful smile, "Now, if only I could think of a way to thank you..."

You pick your head up and smile mischievously back at him

By now, you've begun to enjoy his cheesy little flirts

You glance from his eyes to his lips and back again, "Hm, I might be able think of something..."

Paul bites his lip and gives a toothy grin, leaning in slowly

Not missing a beat, you meet him halfway, gently closing the gap between you

And you soon decide, it's the best thank you you've ever received...

Well, right next to the one that came after it

Ringo

Ever since that day on the docks, Ringo can’t get you out of his mind

He thought for sure he was dead

In fact, he would’ve been for sure if you hadn’t saved him

He owes you his life

All he wants to do is see you one more time...

There was so much he wanted to say before you swam off

So here he is, alone at the abandoned dock for the third time this week

It’s about noon on a Saturday right now

The sun is warm and bright above while the ocean waves lap peacefully to and fro below

Ringo is still nursing several bruises from the last time, and as much as there’s a risk he’ll take another beating, he’s willing to take his chances

Of course, no sooner has the thought crossed his mind, then do the sounds of three familiar boots stomp up the old wood planks behind him

“Starkey! ‘Aven’t you learned you lesson yet?”

“Yeah, this is our dock!”

The boys taunt and threaten, as they approach Ringo once again

This time, he tries to take a stand

Unfortunately, any words he tries to say are washed out by the sudden rushing of the tide behind him

Then, by the laughing and jeering of the other gang

"Wha's that? Can't 'ear ya!"

Another round of mocking laughter, and suddenly Ringo feels about 2 feet tall

When the boys start to calm down, the leader of the teds gets very serious and sheds his jacket before handing iit to one of the others

" 'old this, don't want to soil it..."

But Ringo can barely hear them over the sound of the water

Is it high tide already?

The leader hardly takes a few steps forward before stopping at the curious sight of a sudden, large shadow

All the boys look up to see a massive, tsunami sized wave arcing up and over the edge of the pier

Just as soon as it arrived, it comes crashing on top of the other teds

Hundreds of pounds of water lay them flat against the wood, and by the time they're able to catch their wits and stand, they turn tail, leaving Ringo all alone

Ringo, who is perfectly unharmed...

The remaining pool of water dribbles off the edge of the pier, providing a little something for Ringo to focus on while he tries to collect his own wits

Just then, a gentle tap comes at his lower back, causing him to whip around

Your eyes are just barely peaking over the ledge when you whisper, "Are you alright?"

A great weight feels lifted off of him, as Ringo turns fully to face you

"Me? Fine! D-did you do that?", He nods over his shoulder, breathless, but excited

You smile and nod, "It's a bit... tiring... But it was worth it"

Know that he's calmed down a bit, you do sound a little out of breath

"Oh... Well, thank you... Really, I mean it!", he pauses, and then, "Say, do you want to rest a minute? Maybe on the shore? I can watch and make sure no one bothers ya!"

You're about to interject, maybe tell him he doesn't have to do that, but there's something about the look on his eyes that tells you he's not offering just to be nice

So instead, you agree, and Ringo meets you shortly amongst the brush and the rocks just a stone's throw from the pier

He takes a seat on a rock, as a wave gracefully deposits you on the sand

You crawl a short distance to a rock of your own and prop yourself up on it, enjoying the time to rest

As you get settled, Ringo can't help but admire you

He's focused on your tail and all the intricate, shimmering scales and fins that adorn it

Of course, you notice his staring, "...Does it bother you?"

Ringo snaps out of his daydream, "Huh? Oh, uh no! Not at all!"

He scratches the back of his head, and ducks down a bit

Even behind his scraggly beard, you can see a little blush

"Sorry... I um, I just think you're pretty..."

You're not sure why, but that makes you blush a bit too

You've been told that a thousand times before by humans, sailors, and mermen alike

But when Ringo says it, there's something more... innocent to it

Like a childhood crush, or a romance that blossoms between two close friends

"Oh... Thank you...", is about all you manage to get out

Ringo runs his fingers through his hair, trying to fix it up a bit, "My name's Ringo, by the way... Er, no, actually it's Ritchie, but me friends call me Ringo"

He holds up his hand and shows you a collection of various and intricate rings as though to justify his statement

They glint and gleam in the sun, all the various metals and gemstones like a kalidascope to your eyes

Ringo notices how transfixed you are, and feels a bit encouraged

Perhaps he hasn't scared you off just yet...

He takes a gamble, "Would you like to see them up close?"

You refocus onto him, "Well... If you wouldn't mind, sure!"

Your tail gives a swish behind you, betraying you and your excitement

Ringo hops up and over to your rock and takes as seat right beside you

The proximity startles you a bit, but he seems so excited to show off his collection to you, that you forget all about it

He splays out his hand for you to see, and you end up holding it in yours while he points to the details of each ring, telling their stories

His hands are rough and callused, with a bit of soft hair coming in around his knuckles

They're a bit bigger then yours still, which you find a little humorous

He's like a puppy that's growing into it's adult body, with his short stature yet large hands and ears and eyes...

Now that you mention it, they're just so blue...

"And this one, I- Uhm, are you alright?"

"Hm? Oh, sorry! I just- ahem. You're eyes... They're so pretty"

With your free hand, you gently caress the very edge of his eye socket then give the bridge of his big ol nose a few playful scratches

Ringo's heart leaps in his chest and a gleeful smile slowly spreads throughout his face

See, he's not like John or Paul... They have birds all over them

And what does he get? Teased. Ignored. Sometimes flat made fun of...

So to have such a beautiful woman as you take even a little fancy to him...

He's over joyed

The rings are immediately forgotten, and you tell him a bit more about what you like about him

You like the hair on his face... What is that called?

You like his smile, and the way he laughs...

And yes, you do like his nose, since he asked

Ringo feels like he's floating on a cloud. The genuine affection he's getting from you right now is beyond anything he ever dreamed of

He has to say something...

With a little clearing of the throat, Ringo gathers up how confidence to take oneore chance for the day

"So erm, is there... anyone waiting for you? You know, back there?", You nod towards the infinite sea

You look away, a sad smile tugging at your lips, "No, not really... Why?"

Ringo can feel his heart hammering now, and he takes his chance

"Well I was just wondering..."

He slips one of his precious rings off and hold it out to you

"If maybe you'd like to see each other... M-more often?"

Your eyes light up, and you realize that yes, yes you would like to do that...

He's estatic to hear it, and to seal the deal he slips his ring on your finger

For safe keeping, he says

And before you both part ways for the day, you make sure to give him his first, little kiss

[themusingsofafangirl]

Tutor

Characters: V (DMC5) x Reader (Gender neutral)

Warnings: Mentions of drugs.

Word count: 1597 words. 

Credits: all gif belongs rightfully to the creator.

ModernAU. High school. 

V is assigned to mentor you by your teacher as you were falling behind in studies.

      It’s half past 2 in the afternoon and you were sitting in the detention room staring outside the window feeling dead bored. Failing in school was not really a problem you cared so much about at the moment because you had other pressing matters to deal every day you leave the school grounds like how to make money to pay the bills and put food on the table for you and your younger sister. But the sob story of your broken family background was now a thing of the past and all you care about is how to survive. No one knows you lived the way you do. You did not have close friends but you were not so lonely either in school. You stand on the fence of isolation and popularity, dancing on it carefully ensuring you do not fall on either side for the sake of your sanity and protection.

      “___” a voice calls your name.

       You look up and notice your classmate V was standing in front of you with a bag on his shoulder. You wear an expressionless façade, rendering a nonchalant vibe about the whole mentor-mentee attempt of the academia saving you from failing in school. The boy then takes a seat in front of you and starts pulling out books and stationeries. You noticed the fingerless gloves in his hands and realising that he always wears them no matter what outfit he wore. You heard from other students that he wore them due to an accident and he was trying to hide his scars. He also almost never wore any outfit that was short sleeved. Your curiousness also tells you otherwise because you noticed a few black lines traced up to his fingertips. He has a tattoo, I bet for sure. You thought.

      “We don’t have to do this, V” you said with arms crossed.

      V pauses from flipping the pages of the textbooks and stares at you. Suddenly he lets out a scoff, “Do you think, I wanted this as well?” he says.

      You grabbed your bag and stood up, “Well then we should just stop before we start and save ourselves time,” and turned to leave.

      “Wait.” V grabs your wrist to stop you.

       You look down at your hands and tried to pry them off from him, but he keeps them firm.

       “You and I are one and the same. We don’t want to be here but we have to. If it’s too much to ask, let’s just pretend to have you study. They’re watching me.” V explains.

       You scrutinised your eyes at first after hearing him say that. They’re watching me. What does he mean by that? You thought to yourself. You looked at V and noticed his eyes was signalling something; his eyes quickly looked to the right and you caught on. You looked to your right and noticed your homeroom teacher was watching you both from the door.

Yo, creepy much? You thought to yourself again.

      “Okay Mr. Poet. Let’s play pretend. With my conditions. Firstly, you’ll tutor me like how you should. But I’m not going to give a damn about a word you say. Agreed?” you proposed to him.

      He rolled his eyes and let out a sigh. “AND!” you suddenly interrupted,

      “You have to tell me, why is the academic board watching you.”

       His mouth hung open when he heard this proposal as his brows began to form a knot in between his forehead. “Fine, ____. So long I can save myself from trouble.”

      You both came to an agreement. The first lesson he tutored you was on World History. You let him rant on explaining to you about the Great Depression, and the Korean War while you were pretending to listen, you were doodling on your notebook and creating little sketches of things that comes to your mind randomly. Three weeks passed and V was still tutoring you. However, whenever the teachers from the Academic Board leaves the detention room both of you relaxed a little and drop the charade. During times like this, V and you would have a small chat on everything else except studies. You learnt a lot about him; his favourite music, season, his pet peeves and noticed that he was not too different than you at all. Though, one has been itching in your mind since the day he first tutored you,

They’re watching me

           “V, you haven’t told me yet.” You spoke up. Your friend stopped whistling Claire de Lune and looked at you confused.

            “Told you what?” he asked.

            “Why they watching you for?”

      He sat up straight and placed both his elbows on the table, his hands perched under his chin.

      “Yours truly, is on the verge of expulsion.” He sighs.

      “Expulsion? A kid like you? No way.” You replied.

      “Yes. Well, I was framed that’s all I know,”

       “Framed? By who?” you asked.

       “I don’t know, but I was framed for supplying ‘the good stuff’ in school.” He answered. “Only your homeroom teacher believed I didn’t do such a thing.”

      “Miss Fayeman?”

     “Yup. So, she gathered all the members of the Academic Board and told them that if I manage to tutor you to pass this term, then it proves that I’m no dealer.” He added on.

      You sat there confused and in disbelief that a man like him would do such a thing because based on your observation, you damn well knew that V would not go that low to do such a thing in school. He has his pride and his motivation to achieve and drugs were out of the question entirely.

      “And that is why ____, I need you to pass this term.” he says quietly.

      You felt guilty after hearing his plead; but you did not want to show him your emotions. You too had your pride and image to maintain so you just looked elsewhere instead of him.

      “I have to go,” you said. You packed all your things and rushed out immediately after that. You knew that you were the weakest in your class in terms of academics but you felt ashamed that someone else with other problems was dragged into yours just to help you clean up your act. You were out of mood the entire day, so much so that your sister left you a piece of Twinkie in front of your door. After going through some thinking, you decided that you wanted to help V clean his name. You still put up with the charade after school hours with him when he tutors you under the watchful eyes of the teachers, but when you got back home, you would recall all that he explained and revise them again in your room – the constant burning of the midnight oil even put a strain on your shoulders and back from slouching at the study table too long.

      Exam season came, and you were ready to ace everything. V doesn't say much on that day, but the look on his face somewhat shows that he did not expect too much from you. You still kept your act; pretending to be unbothered about studies. When the results came, your homeroom teacher called you and V into the office.

      “My, my.” Miss Fayeman says. “Looks like no one is getting expelled.”

       V and you shared the same expression of confusion.

      “Here, look for yourself.” Miss Fayeman added and pushed a slip of paper towards the both of you from across her table. You both scooted closer to the table and eyed the results carefully. Every single one of the subjects either had an A- or A on it and lastly the commentary from the Principal down below wrote,

Extraordinary improvement. Congratulations. Keep it up.

      When the both of you left Miss Fayeman’s office, you held onto your result sheet and bolted out of the school building leaving V behind. You did not know what to feel. You could not believe that you actually studied to save a friend of yours whom you suddenly had feelings for from expulsion.

       “___, wait!” he shouted and chased after you.

      You ran out of the school building and made your way to the football field. You climbed up the bleachers and just sat yourself there, gasping for air. Not knowing how to react to everything that just happened. V made his way to where you were too, panting for air in his frail looking body. The poet made his way up to where you sat and crashed on one of the seats beside you.

      “Jesus.” He exclaims. “What is wrong with you?”

       You were still panting, but a smile slowly grows on your face. You felt like you have won the lottery – but most importantly, you saved someone from being expelled.

      “V,” you said.

      “Yeah?” he answers still gasping for air and cooling down his pulse.

      “Would you come with me to homecoming?” you suddenly proposed.

      “W-wha-“

       “Homecoming, silly. I want you to be my date.” You said.

      “I- uh. Yeah sure,” he says wearing a look that leaves him so puzzled.

       “You and I are one and the same, indeed.” You added.

      You got up from the bleachers and wanted to walk away, but V stops you from doing so by holding your hand and turning you around to give you a kiss. This caught you by surprised but you guess that your feelings for him was valid and mutual. He lets go from the kiss, smiling as he says,

    “Joy is my name, - Sweet joy befall thee.”

     “Blake, oh, Blake,” you said and pulls him in for a kiss again.

[thirsty-x1]

Make My Day | Lee Hangyul

Request(s):

Hi~ Thank you for your hard work. Can i request 'Your birthday with Hangyul' or vice versa. Have a nice day/week and take care of yourself 💕💕💕😊

Hi again~ Can I request a scenario of Hangyul and you playing with kids. I need more fluff, please and thank you. Take care~ 💕💕😊

↬  Pairing: Hangyul x gn!reader. Lowkey grown ups au?

↬  Genre: Fluff.

↬  Warnings: none.

↬  Word Count: 1.5k

The night breeze was nice as you walked home, Hangyul apologizing for not being able to pick you up after an emergency took place suddenly. You understood, the shared apartment wasn’t very far anyway and it was a rather safe zone, besides you appreciated the alone time it gave you. It had been three years since you two were together now, and you couldn’t help but to laugh thinking back on all the things both of you had gone through. Supporting each other in your hardships, fights and discussions that would always end up with both apologizing and hugging each other shortly after, getting to know each other’s secrets… It wasn’t an easy ride, but it was worth it. Now everything was finally settling down, both getting used to the way the other reacted and managed certain situations, trying to talk things out instead of bottling them up, complementing each other in order to make something better. Hard work paid well.

You went upstairs until reaching to your floor, a sigh coming out of your lips while unlocking the door, flinching when you heard a loud pop followed by multiple cheers.

“Happy birthday!”

There was so many people in the small apartment that you could barely see the furniture. Your friends came up to hug you and congratulate you, followed by the ten boys you would recognize anywhere, and finally your boyfriend, with a playful smile dancing on his lips before pressing them against yours.

“Was this your so called emergency?”

“Maybe.” You chuckled at his reply, getting inside and greeting everyone, looking around you to appreciate the decorations that painted the whole place.

Hangyul loved celebrating birthdays. He enjoyed parties in general, but there was something special in the way his face lighted up whenever he got to hold the cake so that someone would blow the candles, or when he put up the ornaments, even inviting people to come over and planning different games to spend the time. It was adorable to see his child-like enthusiasm when surrounded in that atmosphere, always trying to make everyone happy. He was always good to the rest of the boys, trying to get closer since the beginning. Sometimes you wondered if the reason behind him acting like that was to hide his naturally intimidated expression…

“Y/n, won’t you play with us?” Dohyon’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts, redirecting your attention to the cards that were set on the table.

“Ah, of course, I have won against Hangyul multiple times.”

“You are attacking me ignoring the fact I prepared this magnificent celebration? I will never forgive you.” You laughed at him before placing a small peck on his lips. “I take that last part back.”

Everything seemed to be in slow motion: Dongpyo complaining when you pulled a +4 on him, Eunsang sighing frustrated whenever Hangyul made him skip a turn, Seungyoun screaming as he won the first round easily, Yohan stepping up to protect a pouty Hyeongjun from losing, Junho quietly winning the second round with Minhee staring at him in shock (“how are you so good at it?”), a shy Seungwoo writing his name with his butt as a punishment for being the worst at the game, the idea being suggested by Wooseok as Dohyon tried to deal with the second hand embarrassment through loud squeaks. It was definitely a beautiful scenario, but it still felt like there was something missing…

The rest of the night proceeded like that, with high pitched laughs, karaoke and dancing competitions and a few drunk members, the noise going down a bit before receiving a complaint from the next apartment, the younger ones letting out drowsy giggles. Your friends left first, followed by Seungwoo and Wooseok saying that the kids needed to get proper rest, including a blabbering Seungyoun that was about to chug another glass of alcohol before Hangyul stopped him, cringing at the sudden outburst of aegyo from the older.

“Did you have a good time?” His voice sounded a little bit hoarse while making the question, doing the dishes as you picked up the leftovers from the party.

“I had the best time.” Right after putting everything in the trash can, you hugged him from behind, smiling as he laughed breathily. “Thanks for another amazing birthday.”

He finished, turning around to embrace you, saying nothing but rather trying to study your expression.

“There is something you are not telling me.”

It was impossible to try and hide your smile. “Actually, I want to go somewhere tomorrow…”

As you looked in the box a thousand times, you couldn’t help but to get nervous. Hangyul would laugh at you and brush it off, but what if he didn’t like the gift? What if it was too much or even worse, not enough? The three of you met a year ago, but maybe it was too soon…

“It’s going to be alright, he will love it, really.”

“Okay yes, that’s nice, but what if he doesn’t?”

“Then we apologize, simple as that.” He always had an answer ready and that was annoying, mostly because he was right. “Now get out of the car, I’m sure he’s waiting.”

You felt your heart beating faster with each step you gave, the ominous door that usually made you feel warm was now standing firm and causing chills to run up and down your spine. The second it opened, you froze in place, melting immediately as you saw his face, having him run towards you before feeling the impact of his hug.

“I thought you weren’t going to come! Took you long enough.” His words were like arrows, making you feel guilty for doubting so much. “Happy birthday!”

“Happy birthday to you too, little one.”

“Is that for me?” His curious eyes lingered on the box you were holding before smiling mischievously, almost grabbing it before Hangyul snatched it and held it high.

“For later, first we have to eat the cake.”

“Cake?! I love my birthday.”

The three of you got inside, you paid attention to the kid blabbering right beside you while Hangyul stayed back to talk a little with the woman that was in charge of everything. The little steps and jumps that the kid gave while talking to you made you smile, feeling more at ease as you saw his sparkly eyes while telling you what he did today, the surprise that the rest of the kids had prepared for him, how despite enjoying it he was dreading to spend his birthday with you two and especially you, because he liked the fact that both got to share that special day (“it feels like we were destined to meet, doesn’t it?”).

“That’s settled, then.” Hangyul announced as he got in the room, expression changing when you shoot him a glare. “The cake. The cake is settled.”

“Yeah, duh, we had to prepare it because you wouldn’t come.” The mocking tone that the boy used made you feel a little bit proud, patting his back as if saying he did a good job.

Hangyul close the door, cautiously checking that any of the other kids weren’t around and finally sat on the table beside the birthday boy, fixing the two numbered candles while muttering how he definitely was the birthday expert and not you two. Both started to sing the traditional song, giggling when he got shy before he blew out the candles.

“You are eleven now, what’s your take on this?” Your question seemed to put him deep in thought as Hangyul cut the cake.

“It’s pretty good… I haven’t received any letter confirming I’m a wizard but there’s time.”

He was always like this, joking around, smiling and even acting a little bit sassy on everyone around him, but both of you knew he had an amazingly kind heart, acting older than his age often but none of you ever told him that. In a certain way, he reminded you of Hangyul, some other times you saw yourself in his attitude… maybe that was what had pushed you to make the final decision.

“Ah! I have a gift for you, wait a second.” He disappeared in a flash and coming back with what looked like some bracelets. “I made them! There’s one for Hangyul too.” You thanked him and felt a knot in your throat as you saw that the little beads spelled his name next to yours, doing the same with Hangyul’s. “I didn’t know what to prepare… But I wanted to give you something since we got closer during this past year.”

Since you couldn’t talk, Hangyul did. “Actually, we have a gift for you too.”

He put the box on the table, both of you staring anxiously to the boy’s expression as he opened it, your tears spilling involuntarily as he read the papers over and over again, looking at you and then back at Hangyul before simply covering his face. You hugged him, holding him closer when you felt his breathing shaking. After a while, he calmed down, trying to pull himself together, letting out a choked laugh.

“Not the letter I was expecting but still it’s so much better… I don’t know if I’ll get used to call you 'my parents’ and all that, though.”

Hangyul nodded and started giving life lessons as if nothing, the little boy rolling his eyes at it, and you could only stare, trying to burn this moment into your memory as the start of a new family.

This one sucks a whole ass lot, like I pictured it so nicely in my head but it doesn’t reach that image at all... Maybe I’ll edit it in the future so that it’s at least a little bit better but... sigh... I don’t know why I chose a boy either?

Anyways, I stan the idea of Hangyul adopting a kid that’s not so kid because he knows how fucking hard it is to go through it, especially for the more grown ones and now I’m crying, bye.

~Nani

| Masterlist |

[sassyhazelowl]

Title: Of Chlorine, Nephews and Things Getting Better Pairing: stingue Word Count: 3, 400 Rating: PG Warnings: none A/N: @blackbloodrose20 I’m your secret Valentine for the exchange hosted by @ft-fairyexchanges. I hope you enjoy the story! It got a bit away from me, as this pairing tends to do, but I think it works.

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This was not Rogue’s day.

“That was so embarrassing, Uncle!”

Rogue ignored the faint smells of wet clothing and chlorine that permeated the car and the soft croon of the radio, fingers gripped tightly around the steering wheel in mortification. His clothing clung to his skin and his hair to his scalp. When he’d slipped on the side of the pool and fell in, he hadn’t been planning to take a dip.

Shut up, shut up, shut up.

This was said silently in his mind of course. Neil, his nephew, already had reason to doubt his sanity after what happened this afternoon. No reason to give the poor boy more evidence. Really, he probably shouldn’t even be driving, the shaking made things a bit unsteady and it was hard to focus on the road.

“For you or me?” Rogue replied archly, a beat too late. 

Lips burning, he took a hand off the wheel and scrubbed the back of it across them, hard. It felt good, for a second, then the burn came back. It had been a long while since he’d had a man’s lips on his.

The pre-teen in the passenger seat stopped to consider the question seriously, as he always did. Unfortunately for him, he was very much like Rogue was at that age. Awkward, quiet and serious. He tended to fade into the background of things, like a child-shaped shadow. He’d been like that for as long as Rogue had known him, which was about two months.

Neil flipped his too-long bangs from his eyes, peering over, “Are you okay?”

“Just wet.”

“You did fall in a swimming pool,” Neil pointed out and Rogue could feel his stare at the obvious and lame answer. “And Mr. Eucliffe had to pull you out and give you mouth-to-mouth.”

Rogue nearly hit his forehead on the steering wheel at the reminder but the last thing he needed today was to be pulled over. 

When Neil had brought home a permission slip and interest for swimming, Rogue’s friend really pushed for Rogue to let the boy join. Yukino seemed to have these sorts of things all figured out - at least where Neil was concerned. She said the boy needed a confidence boost and something to keep him busy. Rogue really just signed it because he thought that would buy him an extra hour three times a week alone - he didn’t realize those three hours would be spent in a damp, smelly building surrounded by a handful of middle aged moms on their cellphones. 

And he definitely hadn’t thought he’d be fished out of the pool like a drowned rat in front of everyone. Then kissed -- no, not kissed, mouth-to-mouth, absolutely not a kiss, it was a valid, medical procedure. 

It was a violent flashback to high school times. Stomach heaving, he shoved those thoughts away. That was the past. It was the past, and it couldn’t hurt him anymore. He was past that now, in a better - ok, well, different, anyway, place.

“I’m fine,” Rogue repeated numbly, realizing with dawning horror that the next swimming practice was sooner than he could handle. All those people were there. Mr. Eucliffe would be there too. High school never ended, did it? “It’s fine.”

Everything was fine.

What was another emergency visit to the therapist?

~

“Hey! You’re that guy from Swimland!”

If Rogue’s shoulders could creep up any higher, he’d be an actual turtle hiding in his shell. Lacking a shell and a retractable neck in general, he winced and slowly pivoted around, life-sustaining coffee in one hand and an indulgent raspberry danish in the other.

“You are! Everything good?”

The overenthusiastic swim instructor’s bright blue eyes twinkled and his smile gleamed. Too bright, too shiny… too loud. Suddenly, the burning on his lips returned, along with the butterflies. That danish was expensive, flicked across his mind, which was a shame because he’d most certainly not be able to eat it now.

I hate my body, Rogue thought to himself crossly. He’d really, desperately needed a sweet treat for the week he was having.

“Hello, yes, I’m fine, now, uh, thanks.”

“No problem.” Wink. Smile. Rogue’s stomach squirmed a bit more. “Not every day I get to save someone like you.”

“What does that mean?”

The swim instructor blinked, taken aback by Rogue’s tone shift. He reared back a bit, shifting an eyebrow and becoming more guarded. Some of the shine hid behind those clouds, the sunshine more bearable when he frowned instead of smiled.

“Uh… sorry?”

Rogue sighed, blowing the air out with a mix of regret and irritation at himself. He was fairly certain he wasn’t misreading the intent, but what if this guy really was just cluelessly friendly and a natural flirt? He probably had a girlfriend at home and was just nice with all the parents who paid his salary, so once again, Rogue was blowing things out of proportion. Rubbing the bridge of his nose and taking several deep breaths, he forced a smile with more teeth than cheer.

“No, I’m sorry. I’ve been having a bad week… month… several months, actually. Can I buy your coffee as an apology?” Rogue really, truly couldn’t afford that, but he’d also feel terrible for the rest of the day if he didn’t at least offer.

“If you’re having a bad week, maybe I should’ve bought you a coffee. I’m Sting Eucliffe, by the way. I’m sure you probably know that --” Rogue didn’t, which made him feel worse -- “But I really came up on you like a pal instead of someone I haven’t officially met yet. My friends say I can come on strong. And you are?”

“Rogue, Rogue Cheney, Neil’s uncle. I’d shake but…” He held up his coffee and danish.

Sting looked him up and down with a tug of a smile that made his stomach flutter even more, “You’ve got your hands full. Uncle, huh? Neil’s a good kid; good swimmer too. Say, might be coming on too strong again, but you look like you need to talk. I’ve got a few hours before work… fair warning, I talk a lot, you might get sick of listening.”

Rogue sincerely doubted that. It would be like getting sick of the sun.

But Mr. Eucliffe might get sick of him. He didn’t have a lot of cheerful and chipper topics at the moment. Broke up with his long-term boyfriend, rather violently at that, last year on Valentine’s Day. Something about him being too brooding and not into fun. Lost his job to office politics, scrabbling to collect unemployment and find a new one. Hence why he was at the coffee shop in the first place, laptop waiting and white mocha in hand. Acquired a pre-teen ward, one he didn’t even know existed until he got a phone call two months ago. Rogue wasn’t close with his family after the falling out, but his sister had always been fond of him. Still, he’d spent long nights wondering why Neil was with him and not their parents. He was too afraid to call and ask.

He looked up into that hopeful, puppydog look and felt the resistance on the tip of his tongue disappear.

“...Sure.”

~ 

“Hey! Mr. Cheney!”

Rogue looked up, startled, nearly but not quite losing his balance. It was tempting, for a split second, to fall in. But at some point Mr. Eucliffe would realize Rogue was not only a proficient swimmer, but had won many competitions in college. Plus, he’d just regained his reputation with the moms - they hadn’t harassed or teased him too much about it. But falling in seemed to have broken some ice and more than once he’d been invited into their little gossip circle. It felt nice to belong, even if it was just a group of bored moms that would go their merry ways after their boys lost interest in swimming and moved on to the next sport.

Rogue had gotten in the habit of showing up a little early because Neil wanted to help set up. Today was the big meet, and Neil had been anxious all morning. 

“Congrats, man. Neil told me.”

Rogue felt a smile slip onto his face, although he wasn’t sure if it was the warm congratulations or the fact Neil was starting to open up to people. He’d taken a particular shine to Mr. Eucliffe, and Rogue found it nice to have someone who seemed to care as much about his nephew as he did - Neil gave them an excuse to talk. A coffee date here, some time after a meet there, before practice started during set-up.

“Thank you, Mr. Eucliffe.”

“I’ve told you this a million times, it’s just Sting. I don’t stand on ceremony.” 

That was true enough. Rogue had been regaled with many exciting stories of Sting, the globetrotter, getting in trouble for his lack of decor. Swim instructor was just the latest in a long career of job hopping and city changing lifestyle. Rogue had to wonder how long… how long before Sting grew bored and moved on. Like sunlight, he never stayed in one place.

Swallowing the lump that formed, he tried not to choke on his smile. He should be happy; he finally found a job. And it was a good job, a better job than his last one too. Things were looking up. It was too soon to be fretting about the future, like his therapist always told him.

“Thank you… Sting. You’ve been… you’ve been a big help. I probably couldn’t have done it without your support.”

“Aww,” Sting flushed an adorable shade of pink, his normally cocky look taking on a more boyish cast with embarrassment. Rogue had to fight back a blush of his own.

Neil stared between them with a look only a teenager could pull off but he didn’t make any quips. 

“Good luck out there, kid,” Sting said to him, giving him a friendly punch to the shoulder. Ducking his head, Neil mumbled in response before slipping away to get changed. He turned to Rogue, rubbing the back of his neck, “I guess this is it, huh? The last big meet.”

Rogue’s smile slipped this time but he didn’t say anything. What was there to say? This little bubble of happiness wasn’t going to last forever after all. Happy things didn’t last in Rogue’s life.

“Yeah.”

“Since it's the last meet, we should celebrate. Take the kid out for some pizza, get wasted on root beer. It can be a little party.”

“For the group?”

Sting cocked his head, doing that thing that made Rogue feel like he was trying to read him. He shrugged, trying to pass it off nonchalantly, “I was thinking just the three of us. Love the other kiddos, of course, but there is a team party on Saturday. After this meet, I’m not the coach anymore anyway.”

Rogue sensed a trap. That anxious feel was creeping up on him, little and lurking, something wasn’t right, something was coming, he needed to do something, anything, because something wasn’t right, something was coming, he needed to do…

“No.” Rogue’s reply came out a little too sharp, a little too shrill. He backtracked, staring away at the unnaturally blue pool water as he mumbled, “No, um, sorry, Neil and I already have plans with Yukino.”

“Oh.”

Rogue didn’t say more or look before retreating to the bleachers, waving to Amara and Nicole as they stomped in, armed to the teeth with entertainment for younger siblings and bags full of supplies so their families didn’t starve. He knew within minutes the husbands would troop in, having gone to park the car, and then the rest of the crowd would follow to get a seat. For once, timing was on his side.

He had an easy out, and like a coward, he took it.

~

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Rogue’s friend Yukino was eyeing him with a soft, concerned expression.

“Yes. Why do you ask?”

She fiddled with the end of the blanket a moment, debating, before sighing, “Well, you keep inviting me over or out for coffee or to take Neil out, and that’s great and no problem. But it’s kind of weird? And you’ve been mopey. I thought things were going well with the new job.”

“It is.” It was. The new job was great. It paid the bills, his bosses appreciated him and he enjoyed the work. It was a big step up from being stuck under his old boss’s micromanaging and unethical thumb.

Neil, who had been quietly watching the movie Yukino and Rogue abandoned from the shadowy chair, piped up, “He’s sad because swim season is over. I told him I want to do it next time too but he’s still unhappy.”

Yukino wasn’t a fool. Armed with the new information, her gaze sharpened and she narrowed in, dropping the kid gloves behind her.

“Oh, so it’s about that. I see. And what have you done, exactly, since swim season ended besides moping and trying to use me to distract you?”

Rogue had nothing to say for himself that wouldn’t be damning. 

Yukino smiled a smile he wasn’t the biggest fan of and remarked, “Valentine’s Day is in a few days. I know you are the Scrooge of V-day after He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named…”

“Voldemort?” Neil blinked in confusion and a laugh of surprise barked out of Rogue, breaking him out of what was the beginning of a spiral at the mention of his ex. Doggedly, sensing he was now part of a grownup conversation, Neil pressed on, “I didn’t know you liked Harry Potter, Uncle Rogue.”

“Your Uncle is the biggest Harry Potter nerd, Neil,” Yukino confirmed. “But that’s not who we’re talking about.”

“Oh, okay. Maybe we can talk about Harry Potter later though, Uncle Rogue?” Neil asked hopefully. Rogue felt stabbed through the heart. Was this the same withdrawn, sulky child he picked up from the bus station with a backpack and small rolling suitcase? 

“Absolutely.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” It was the easiest promise Rogue had ever made and he hadn’t hesitated for even an instant.

“Great,” Yukino clapped her hands together, “Now the task at hand. Uncle Rogue is going to take some initiative!”

“With Mr. Eucliffe?” Rogue winced, thinking fast how to explain things to Neil, feeling things crumple. But the boy added quickly, “I hope it’s with Mr. Eucliffe. Uncle Rogue, you’re always so happy around him, and I want you to be happy. Plus, he’s always so happy when he sees you too.”

“It’s settled. Let’s get to work.”

~

His finger hovered over the bell. He’d only been here twice before, once with Sting’s car broke and he needed a ride and another when Sting got wasted at a bar crawl calling Rogue’s number by accident. Neither situation was particularly romantic, and Rogue hadn’t the nerve to cross the threshold then.

Sucking in a deep breath from between his lips, he shoved the bell, torn between hoping no one answered the door and desperately hoping someone did. 

When the door opened, he swallowed, hard. An intimidating woman answered the door with cutting edge fashion, perfect make-up and an expression that made Rogue want to close the door like he was in a horror movie. She looked him up and down with the interest of a large predator gauging meal or toy. Sting never mentioned a girlfriend! In fact, Rogue had hinted about it more than once and Sting always insisted he was single and free. Who was this? Did Rogue go to the wrong house? Did Sting go get someone to take away the pain of Rogue’s rejection?

“Is this the Eucliffe residence?”

“It is.”

Pursing her lips, she raked him up and down, before stepping aside and motioning in. Even her heels clicked judgmentally on the foyer’s tiles. So not a girlfriend? Definitely not a sister or at least not a full sister.

“We are roommates. I’m not surprised Sting did not mention it. I ate his last boyfriend alive. So you are here for some groveling I see, along with Valentine’s gifts. Smart. You better not have cheated on him, or I will eat you alive too.”

Rogue felt a full body flushing coming on, pausing to listen to the well-manicured roommate’s dirge of information. Sting had literally talked for hours and hours and never mentioned a roommate, an ex or the fact that they were apparently dating?

“We are dating?” slipped out of Rogue’s mouth. A wicked smile curved her lips in a less-than-reassuring way and she offered a slender hand, “I am Minerva Orlando. It is a pleasure to finally meet the man of the legend in person, Rogue Cheney.”

“Min? Who’re you talking to? I thought you were getting ready to go out on your date!”

“Maybe you should get out of your boxers, put the tissues away and worry about your own date, moron. Your boyfriend’s here looking dapper with a box of candy and some roses after all.”

Rogue wasn’t sure about that, but it sounded better than what he actually looked like, so he kept quiet. He had the feeling she was hassling her roommate at his expense and enjoying every second of it.

“What?” Sting yelped from the other room, followed by the sound of crashing and stumbling then a hefty body hitting the wall so hard it shook at the impact. Much to Rogue’s relief, he did not appear in his boxers. Hair wild and in a hideous pair of sweats, Sting was shedding a trail of candy wrappers and swears behind him as he tore into the doorway. Seeing Rogue, his face went through a myriad of emotions before settling on sheepish for a long moment then he ran his fingers through his hair, trying for suave.

Minerva rolled her eyes, “Okay Casanova. I am going out on my date. No sex on the table.”

“Wha--” Sting sputtered, eyes wide, and Rogue wanted to melt into the shadows forever. That had definitely not been on his mind 3 seconds ago, and now he was having trouble focusing on what he came to do, remembering all those times he’d seen Sting in swim trunks and only swim trunks.

“Uh, hi,” Sting said uncertainly. “I kind of… thought you were done with me. I mean, at the swim meet… you were pretty clear.”

“We are dating?” was the only intelligent thing Rogue could say in response, everything all jumbled up. 

Sting scratched his cheek, “Ignore her. It sucks, but anytime I have a friend, she assumes I’m dating. Hazards of being gay with an aggressively supportive roommate, I guess.”

The front door slammed noisily, confirming Minerva had left the building.

“I brought you these… as an apology,” Rogue abruptly changed the subject, shoving the sweets and flowers at Sting unceremoniously. Not chocolates, not roses, that’d be Too Much, but it was a start. Sting took them awkwardly, that megawatt grin of his lighting up the room as he admitted while smelling the gift, “Never gotten flowers before. What do you do with them? Min! Min! Oh wait, she left… shit.” 

Snapping his fingers, he made a wait-here motion, disappearing back through the doorway and leaving Rogue standing in the hallway. Just as he was about to peer through the door, Sting returned, flowers shoved into a coffee mug with a crass saying printed across the front, still in the plastic sleeve and looking a bit bedraggled. He handed the whole thing back, making another motion, and disappearing in another direction.

The next time he emerged, he was changed and presentable.

“So… ready to go on a real date?” he asked with a smooth and causal tone that Rogue envied. Sting really did do things on the fly. “And I’m not just saying that because of Min. I was going to ask you at the pizza place weeks ago if you wanted to go out for real. Also, I’ve seriously been jonesing to kiss you this whole time, not going to lie. Your lips have been on my mind since day one.”

“Maybe you should fix that before we go out on our first real date then,” Rogue replied with a rare giddiness pulling the other man in to indulge in his fantasies.

This was totally Rogue’s day, and he was going to make the most of it.

[yakumtsaki]

Welcome, dear readers, to Part 2 out of 3 of the Union Comeback Season Premiere Episode (title under construction, part 1 here). Right off the bat, let me just admit what everyone is thinking, yes, mass-deleting default replacements was clearly a huge mistake. Looking good in the heart boxers, boys, especially Jojo! Very on brand and not at all ridiculous. On a lesser but equally annoying note, our windows have suddenly turned red while the exterior AND interior of the house are purple. Dark days ahead..

..but not for Goro, who has returned home since running away and is immediately being kicked out again. Good to see you Goro, now pack up your shit, D’vorah won the cat heir position so it’s time for you to move to Melody and Daniel’s farm.

-Well I’m a cat so I don’t have any possessions to pack.

Thank you for providing an example of why you lost the cat heirship via this painfully boring reaction to the news of your defeat.

-No, he’s right, we cats don’t have any possessions to pack.

Omg D’vorah shut up. How on earth you boring flops are Alegra/Ronroneo’s grandchildren AND Sophie’s children I’ll never understand. I’m this close to making Maxx the cat heir and he’s not even a cat.

-Correct, I’m a dog.

Worst group of pets e v e r. 

Oh look who autonomously woohooed for the first time in a century, I guess those base game heart boxers were simply too hot to resist. If one of you gets knocked up a week away from elderhood I’m gonna have a meltdown the likes of which the world has never seen.

-For the love of God, can we get some privacy here?

I’d love nothing more than to give you two bozos eternal privacy by never looking at either of you again, but the headmaster is here for Wulf so put some clothes on-

-WHAT THE FUCK. Why do we keep getting new headmasters instead of the ones we’ve already terrorized into submission?? Now we have to ‘show BJ a good time’ and ‘maybe we could give BJ a tour’, I’d honestly rather give BJ a bj and get this shit over with, I’m tired of threatening headmasters with murder. Hopefully it doesn’t come to sexual favors but if it does, Wyatt, you’re up. 

-Pourquoi moi???

Pourquoi toi still haven’t gotten promoted and toi sleep 22 hours a day, it’s high time toi pulled your weight around here. 

Good, that’s the spirit.

-Bonjour, monsieur Headmastér! I wòuld introdûce yoù to Wûlf but hé is très busý with unpàid çhild labόr.

-Haha, what a hilarious joke, Mr. Union!

-Alright Cinderello, after you’re done cleaning the flooding shower you’re going to need to jump out the second floor window and go study in the crypt, so the headmaster doesn’t see you and ask you any uncomfortable questions about whether I acknowledge you as my son. I have to go help your father charm our guest by giving my trademarked speech on how I never got impregnated by aliens and what a blow it was to humanity’s future. 

-Ok Mr. Jojo!

-For the last time Wulf, it’s not ‘Mr. Jojo’, it’s ‘Mr. Union’. God.

-Ah hello there Headmaster BJ, apologies for my lateness, I was tucking little Wulf in bed because I definitely acknowledge him as my son. As I do all 3 of my children and not just Cyneswith. Ask anyone! But not Wulf or whatshername.. I want to say Shenar? Anyway, now that that’s been cleared up, what are we talking about here? The fact I never got impregnated by aliens and what a terrible blow it was to humanity’s future? I assumed as much.

-Haha aliens?! Well you are just a family of crack ups, does your son share this amazing sense of humor?

-Oh yes yes he definitely does, and he is definitely OUR son, that’s exactly how I view him as well, not solely as Wyatt’s offspring just because he appears to not have a drop of my DNA. I mean who even cares about that? Not me, that’s for certain. Yes, Wulf was just telling me the funniest joke while I was reading Cinderella to him before I put him to bed-

-Man, it’s so hard to concentrate on math with a broken leg from jumping out the window and Grandpa’s disembodied head floating around.

Grandpa’s disembodied head?? 

OH FUCK KOMEI

-What?

Nothing! Looking good! The decision to delete default replacements didn’t affect you in any way!

-Thank god, have you seen Vic with that base game hair? Talk about scary. 

Yes, talk about scary indeed. Do you happen to know if the matchmaker performs the occasional exorcism?

-No idea.

Well she hates me anyway so that was solution was dead in the water. I have to go back to the headmaster fuckery now, but I want you to know I’m really sorry for what Salome did to you. 

-Sό, monsieur Headmastér, the όnly tràck reçord which est bettér than the όne we havé with bébés wόrking, est the oné we havé with our animàls rûnning awaý!

-Oh my.

-He’s joking, he’s joking Headmaster BJ, we’re both excellent pet owners and excellent parents, if you’ll excuse me the phone is ringing-

-Cyneswith darling! An adult bartender is calling for you and he has the Komei face! You might be 14 but he’s clearly future husband material!

-Be right there, daddy!

-Alright, I think I’ve seen enough here.

No you haven’t! Wyatt, take off your robe!

-No need, I’ve made up my mind..

-..you’re obviously a perfect match for our school! 

What the hell? How? Even by our standards we legit didn’t do shit.

-Headmaster Jitmakusol left a very distraught letter regarding your family before he was institutionalized, the gist of it being it is pointless to try and keep you people out of the school, and his successor should simply ‘roll with it’. 

Well ok then! Pleasure doing business with you, BJ.

-The pleasure was all mine, please don’t ever contact me again.

We’ll make sure to be in touch.

In the meantime, Komei has recovered his body!

-Why me? WHY ALWAYS ME? CYNESWITH IS RIGHT THERE

-Sorry honey, we play poker for it every night and Victor won dibs on Cyneswith.

-That’s right, the first one to scare everyone gets ghost-bingo!

Are you fuckers playing ghost-poker or ghost-bingo?

-It’s a hybrid, we have a lot of time on our hands, being dead and all, so we developed an overcomplicated gambling system for our scares. 

Yea ok congrats Victor, now can you fuck off before you actually do kill one of the kids?? They have 10/10/9 energy, they literally never sleep.

-No can do, if you actually kill someone you get Yahtzee!

How many fucking games are involved in this bullshit?

-We told you, we have a lot of time on our hands. SUCK IT VICTOR, I WIN FOR THE NIGHT

Win for the night? Who cares about that, you have Wyatt cornered, go for the Yahtzee!

-Oh, but you said our games were bullshit!

That’s before I realized Wyatt was awake for his allotted 2 hours per day non-sleeping time. Wyatt istfg bro, are you half French-Arab and half panda?

-Pandàs eàt for 14 hourès idiόt, ne pas slèèp.

Well look who knows a suspicious amount about pandas now! Almost like he’s descended from them.

Oh good, everyone’s favorite couple simultaneously has the day off. How about I take you two out for a nice date at Londoste since you’re about 55 years old?

-How about hard pass on that architectural monstrosity of a restaurant and we hang out for 6 hours in our front yard instead?

-Oui, oui! Très blanc garbagè of us!

Well at least we’re not forgetting our roots. 

Alright then, we’ve crossed into white trash territory unironically with the yard pda and we’re also freezing to death, how about we take this inside?

-Non!

-Yes, non indeed! I love how frozen your hands are, dear, it’s like you’re a real corpse!

Oh my G-

-Catch me, Creature!

-Je t'aime, dr. Frankènstèin! 

Ok, new suggestion, how about instead of going inside we visit a nice church?

-How abοùt you lôôk awày, pervertir!

Bold words from someone doing Frankenstein roleplay, and I’D LOVE TO, but the kids are at school and the animals are sleeping, so there’s no looking away from whatever the fuck this is. 

Oh thank god, Cyneswith is back from school and ready to cockblock her parents as always. First time I’m genuinely happy to see you, Cyn.

-Straight A’s again! Ah, we may only have one child but she is THE BEST. Wyatt dear, come here to congratulate Cyneswith and further inflate her ego. Wyatt?

-Why is he ignoring my straight A’s, daddy?! 

-Ugh, he’s probably jealous since everyone is jealous of you, darling. Pay him no mind, let’s go inside so I can give you the diamond tiara I got you for your birthday.

-But my birthday is in four months, what will you get me then?

-A throne to go with it and anything you want from Sihara’s and the other one’s rooms?

-They have no rooms, remember? They both sleep in the crypt.

-Right, well how about I act like I got them presents, give them to you and make them watch as you unwrap them?

-Aw daddy💗

-Je ne pas fèèl bien..

Yes, you’re dying, so it’d be some real Frankenstein shit if you did feel bien.

Is this Komei-clone bartender serious, first he calls while the headmaster is over, now he calls while we’re dying, FEEL THE FUCKING ROOM PAL

..and there we go. RIP Wyatt, it’s been sorta ok having you in the fami-

-WTF HOW ARE YOU ALIVE

-HA. I lièd, I AM hàlf pandà and mon beàr gènes protéct moi! 

GODDAMMIT I KNEW IT. Is that why the one child you gave birth to is your exact clone?

-Oui! Wulf est 1/4 pandà, et toi wènt et namèd him WULF. 

Well, to be fair, not a lot of famous pandas I could have named him after even if I knew. 

-Toi çould hàve namèd him Pandà!

Oh man, Panda Union does have a nice ring to it, especially next to the other names.. ~Shajar~, ~Cyneswith~ and PANDA. Thanks a lot for depriving me of the opportunity by withholding your genetic info.

-Je think Wulf est ontό it.. 

Onto the fact he’s 1/4 panda? I highly doubt that.

Yea nevermind, he knows. 

Oh great, Shajar has brought yet another uggo with a culturally appropriative hairstyle home from school. 

-That’s what you get for letting her out of the crypt.

Give it a rest, Jojo, we’ve had enough of your incredible parenting to last us 10 lifetimes at this point. 

-And then it goes: I send the thunder from the sky, I send the fire raining down, I send a hail of burning ice, on every field, on every town! I send the locusts on a wind, such as the world has never seen, on every leaf, on every stalk, until there's nothing left of green! I send my scourge, I send my sword, THUS SAITH THE LORD🎵

-Great, thank you, Shajar, for singing the entirety of the ‘10 Plagues’ song from The Prince of Egypt 27 times. I’m really sorry but I have to go home now-

-It-was-nice-to-meet-you noogie!

..Shajar, please, PLEASE see a doctor. 

-My sister Shajar may be super popular, spoiled and beloved-

WHAT LMAO

-but I have the friendship of animals and that’s all that matters!

Yea, Cyn, no offense, but it feels like you’re trying to cultivate an underdog Disney princess persona for yourself that is the exact opposite of actual family dynamics around here.

-What makes you say that?

Your tiara and throne vs Shajar sleeping in the crypt come to mind.

-So to be an underdog you need to be a loser?

I mean narrative-wise kinda, yea. 

-Message received. 

No, no that wasn’t a message-

-Yes it was and I got you, loud and clear.

Oh god.

-WHAT? YOU’RE REJECTING ME BECAUSE I’M TOO PRETTY? MY HEART IS BROKEN! I DON’T THINK I’LL EVER GET OVER THIS

-Uh, who are you again? Shajar invited me over, ordered a pizza and has been hiding in the bushes for 1 hour waiting to noogie the delivery guy. 

-I CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT I’M HEARING! I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO SING ABOUT THIS IN AN ENCHANTED FOREST FOR ABOUT 3 AND A HALF MINUTES

Jfc, where are the ghosts when you need them. 

-Mommy has dibs on you tonight, Jojo! 

-Mom please no! Your hair is so damn hideous! Just stay in your urn until the default replacement has been put back!

-Ah excellent, I have upgraded my robotic abilities up to cleanbot level! 

That actually is excellent, I really want us to fire Kaylynn. 

-Cleanbots don’t change cat litter. 

..UGH then why even bother, Jojo? The cat shit is 90% of our problems, make something that fixes that or stop wasting airtime with your nonsense. Istg some people. 

-Alright sis, how about we go out again tonight and ~play the field~? If I get rejected by a couple more mean boys I can earn my underdog princess badge!

-You are so stupid, Cyneswith, if you want to earn your underdog badge all you need to do is board a doomed ship, Titanic style, and then give the floating door to someone you’ve known for a couple of days while you selflessly and pointlessly drown in the freezing ocean despite the fact you could take turns sharing the door.

-But then I would be dead.

-I know right? Everybody wins. Let’s go get you some tickets.

Yea, let’s not, but let’s get out of here because the ghosts are out of fucking control and you two aren’t sleeping anytime soon.

-Shaj-and-Cyn-in-da-club noogie!

Shajar FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, ENOUGH. 

OMG IT’S SOPHIE MIGUEL. SOPHIE MIGUEL IN THE HOUSE

-Whaddup dildos, ‘tis I, Sophie fucking Miguel, the meanest townie teen there is. I’ve only taken 4 steps into this place and I can already tell I’m surrounded by a bunch of beta turbocucks. 

SHAJAR GO TALK TO HER!!!!!

-HEY BITCH, I’M NOT A BETA TURBOCUCK, I’M ALPHA AS FUCK. I’M NAMED AFTER SHAJAR AL-DURR! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO THAT IS?

SHAJ WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, WHAT IS THIS APPROACH

-Of course I do, the first Mamluk Sultana of Egypt. Nice. 

OMG THAT SHIT WORKED. LAND THE PLANE SHAJ

-Ohhhhhhhh😍 Do you want to talk some more?? Do you like the 10 Plagues song from the Prince of Egypt???

-Nop, as suddenly as I came into your life, I’m dramatically getting the fuck out for no discernible reason, cause that’s just how I roll. Gone with the wind, baby! I’m like an outdoor cat. You’ll never see me again.

-Oh but I will..

YES YOU WILL SHAJ. I’m so on board this particular Titanicesque crackship that it’s un.real. I mean Sophie Miguel literally came into this place, talked to Shajar for less than one minute and then left the bar entirely, in turn leaving us dick in hand. What.an.icon.

In the meantime Cyneswith.. did this. Game-changing night for everyone!

[myssamyss]

Everything Stays, Part 5 of 6

Inspired by: “Malon 1″, “Malon 3″, and “Malon 4″ by Jojo

Part 5: Crystal Tide Rising

Warriors was wrong, and Wild felt lighter for it. A small weight had settled in his chest when Time first announced their detour, but the pasturelands that now surrounded them were certainly no castle, and the woman kissing Time looked nothing like Zelda. Instead, everything about this woman announced her commonness, from her simple cotton clothes to the long working-apron belted to her waist. She held Time with two strong arms that had clearly seen hard labor. Her hair was tied back in what would be an unassuming style, were it not for its startling red color.

The heroes murmured their surprise.

“It’s not Zelda, pay up!” Legend whispered with glee.

Warriors grudgingly handed over a bag of rupees.

Sky clearly didn’t mind being wrong—he was beaming widely at the pair. Wild glanced at Twilight, whose face held happy wonder, and at Hyrule who, to Wild’s surprise, looked just as excited to see Time’s heartfelt reunion with his redheaded spouse.

“Everyone, this is my wife, Malon,” Time announced proudly, sporting a brighter smile than Wild had ever seen from him.

They piled into a small ranch house. Malon greeted each Link in turn with a warm smile and kind words, and Wild was immediately struck by her sincerity. As she flitted from hero to hero, Wild took the opportunity to glance around Time’s house, noting simple plaster-and-wood walls that held weapons and presumed mementos, a small vase of fresh wildflowers, wooden furniture appearing modest yet well-kept, and unadorned windows that lit the rooms with country sunshine. The ranch house held the lived-in feel of a true home, and Wild’s heart cheered with memories of Hateno.

Time seemed cheerful as well. His good eye crinkled with devotion and remained fixed on Malon even when he shrugged out of his equipment and hung his sword casually near the door.  Wild noticed a new easiness to Time’s walk as he led the heroes outside to help with chores.

Later that afternoon, Wild joined Malon in the cozy kitchen. He’d been volunteered for cooking duty.

“My husband says you’re good with a cooking pot,” Malon told him, smiling. She grabbed a cotton apron hanging from the wall and tied it firmly behind her back, then she tucked her red bangs behind her ears. Wild gathered his long blonde hair and re-bound it securely just below his neck. The ranch kitchen was small but well-stocked, boasting a full array of cookware that Wild rarely had access to on the road.

He grinned and shrugged.

“So, I was thinking,” Malon said, “this many people, on such short notice but still hours before dinner? It’s gotta be-”

“Stew,” they finished together. Malon beamed, and Wild found himself laughing.

“Exactly,” Malon said. “And we have plenty of milk and fresh cream, so probably something with a creamy base...”

“Do you have any radishes?” Wild asked, an idea forming is his mind.

“Out in the garden we do!” she told him with a small bounce.

“I have a recipe, but we’ll probably need to substitute some things,” Wild considered.

“We have a full pantry, hopefully it’ll do. And I just canned some berries last week, so I was thinking of sweet bread and jam for dessert, if you can do bread,” she said.

Wild grinned. He thought of the small clay oven in his own kitchen, and sweet memories of restful days spent baking. “I can do bread,” he told her, running a bashful hand behind his scarred ear.

The clatter of utensils and easy conversation filled the kitchen as they cooked together in happy company. The experience felt oddly familiar, and Wild struggled to place it. His thoughts flashed to little Koko in Kakariko; was he remembering that time he’d helped her prepare the recipes she’d learned from her mother? But no, that memory wasn’t quite a match... Where had he learned to cook from? he silently pondered. He’d woken up with an uncanny knack for paring vegetables, simmering sauces, and picking spices that only grew stronger with each recipe he learned. Maybe he’d once cooked with his mother, too. He’d add it to his long list of things to wonder about.

Wild had just begun mixing a sweet glaze for the bread when the other heroes piled into the kitchen through the creaky back door, led by Time. The Old Man wore a white linen shirt that contrasted sharply with his usual armored appearance. He gathered his arms around Malon even as she vigorously stirred the huge, simmering pot on the stove, earning him a playful kick and mischievous grin from his wife.

Wild finished mixing the glaze in absentminded contentment as Malon and Time entertained the eager heroes with stories of their past. He turned to retrieve the bread dough from where he’d left it to rise, and suddenly realized that the previously lighthearted conversation had shifted.

“WHAT?” Time demanded, leveling his good eye at Malon.

“Now-now, don’t worry—” Malon returned easily, but Time cut her off.

“Don’t WORRY!?”

“Don’t you start!”

Wild stared in disbelief, but the argument faded as soon as it had begun. It wasn’t long before the spouses shot sly looks at each other and Wild could see there’d been no harm done.

He transferred the dough to a deep pan, then he dunked his floured hands into the sink basin, all the while marveling at how Time and Malon had built such familiarity that they could argue openly and still make up with ease. A contrasting memory of a moss-covered shrine, Zelda stalking angrily toward him, and his own conspicuous silence rose in Wild’s mind.

“No doubt you boys are all thinking about your own situations,” Malon told the group. Wild immediately dropped his eyes to the bread pan now clutched in his clean hands. Time’s wife was clearly perceptive.

“You know one Link, you know them all,” Malon continued. “I’m sure you’ve found a gal with a little sass. You’re all attracted to that spark. It’s like you boys love a battle or something.”

She thumped Time’s shoulder playfully with the back of her mixing spoon. He turned, attempting to catch her in another bear hug, and knocked over the full jar of jam Wild had left opened on the wooden counter. Wild’s eyes went wide as the jar flew, showering the Hero of Time in gooey purple jam.

Time froze. He lowered his gaze to his ruined white shirt. For a moment, Wild feared he might become angry, but Malon cut through the tension easily.

“What did I say,” she joked with a cheeky grin. “Looks like I won that battle.”

“You’re right,” Time began, turning to her slowly. “Then let me congratulate your victory!” he announced, snuggling into his wife’s side and playfully smearing purple berries across her rosy cheek.

Wild breathed a sigh of relief and popped the bread pan into the warm oven. As he took a seat at the crowded table beside Warriors, he watched the berry-covered couple dissolve into giggles.

Wild was struck by just how differently Time acted on the ranch. Warriors had been very wrong, because Time was relaxed and even playful here. He wasn’t a man constantly on duty. Here, Wild saw that Time had clearly found peace. He told Warriors as much in a low voice.

Warriors flashed him a knowing grin. “Sounds like that’s what you want, too.”

“Well, I don’t know,” Wild replied. “But I bought a house...”

***

The heroes fell into an easy routine of chores, hearty meals, and soft beds (or at least, soft blankets over a wooden floor, which was still an improvement to cold ground). On their third day, Wild was surprised when Time called him from the kitchen to muck stalls with Twilight. Wild figured he’d be more of a hindrance than a help to the farmer, but he went along anyway. The two friends grabbed pitchforks and began sifting manure from the hay. Twilight hummed loudly through a few minutes of work, then he turned and shook his head at Wild.

“Two things,” Twilight told him. “One: you gotta really get under that hay, not just the stuff on top.”

Wild rolled his eyes and dug his pitchfork deeper into the soiled hay.

“Two: can we talk about what’s going on with you?” Twilight asked pointedly. He stared at Wild across the horse stall.

“What?” Wild asked.

“C’mon, you’ve been a little off for awhile now.”

Wild nudged the edge of his pitchfork with his boot. He knew how important this detour was for Twilight, and he’d been trying hard not to dampen it with his own problems. “I’m fine,” he replied.

“Really?” Twilight challenged. He flipped his pitchfork over in his hands with quick ease and playfully knocked Wild’s ankle with the wooden handle. Wild stumbled, unprepared. Twilight twirled his makeshift weapon and came around for another shot at Wild’s leg. Wild fumbled with his pitchfork and attempted a block with the tines, but he was too slow. Twilight hooked them with his own pitchfork and smoothly disarmed him. Wild’s pitchfork sailed across the stable. It hit the wall with a dull THWAP, then fell into the hay.

Wild stared sheepishly at his lost weapon.

“It’s about your Zelda, right?” Twilight raised his eyebrows in knowing accusation as he relaxed out of his fighting stance.

Wild didn’t even bother acting surprised; he’d explained much of his past during odd hours of the night while taking watch alongside Twilight’s giant wolf form. Wild knew that trying to deflect his friend’s concern any further would be pointless.

Wild twisted his mouth and finally nodded. “I don’t think she knows how much I don’t know,” he admitted. “About her. And everything that happened. Before.”

Twilight set his pitchfork against the wooden wall and crossed his arms in front of his broad shoulders. “I thought she knew you lost your memory.”

“She does. And like, I’ve gotten a few things back. It’s just so few, I don’t think she knows how few.”

“Why doesn’t she know?” Twilight pressed.

Wild shrugged. “Well, I don’t say much when I’m with her.”

Twilight gave him a patronizing look.

“Wild.”

“What?” Wild’s voice came out more defensive than he intended.

“Why not?”

“I dunno, I don’t have much to say,” Wild said lamely.

Twilight chuckled. “That’s a lie. I mean, you don’t talk out of your ass, but when you do talk you have plenty to say.”

“Fine, I dunno then. I guess I never really saw myself talking with her, in what I saw from before. And it’s not like we’re traveling together for the company, we have work to do.”

“Did she tell you that?”

Wild thought of the diary that he still felt strange to have read. I wish to talk with him more, she had written, to hear him speak freely and openly. He wondered, had they gotten that chance to talk? In many of his memories she was clearly frustrated by him, but in later memories they seemed so close. And after they left the castle, she acted close. What conversations had passed between them that he could only guess at? Who had she been expecting when she woke him from the shrine?

He realized Twilight was still waiting for an answer.

“Well, no. But I mean, she never really wanted me there… And maybe she grew to like me when we were traveling. But that was old me. Before.”

“Seems like you’re really struggling with this. You in love?” Twilight lobbed the question so casually—it hit Wild completely off guard. His breathing tripped and his face flooded with heat as he sputtered for an answer.

Twilight let the damning silence linger for a moment, then he mercifully doubled back to Wild’s last coherent statement. “For what it’s worth,” Twilight told him, “I appreciate whoever the ‘you’ is now.” He gave Wild an affectionate shove that broke through his burning embarrassment.

“That’s so sweet, wolfie,” Wild shot back.

Twilight rolled his eyes and grabbed his pitchfork. “You know who you should talk to about this? Malon.”

Wild threw him a dubious look. “You’re just saying that because she’s your long-lost grandma.”

“No, I’m saying it because she’s smart and kind and she knows how to talk sense into troubled heroes.”

Wild recognized wisdom in Twilight’s point, but he still sighed and turned away. “I’ll think about it,” he told Twilight.

Twilight shrugged and dug his pitchfork into the hay as he began humming his song once more. Wild retrieved his own fork from the far side of the stall where it had landed. As Twilight’s notes filled the stable, he realized the song was familiar. Hadn’t Time hummed the same melody, after their conversation on the road? Come to think of it, the melody seemed to stir up a cloudy memory, as if he’d heard it long before meeting Time...

“Twi, isn’t that Time’s song?” Wild asked.  

Twilight glanced up. “Oh, yeah, he knows it too. We share a lot of songs,” he laughed. “It’s like our horse song—he says he learned that one from Malon.” Twilight beamed.

“What’s this one called?”

“I dunno.” Twilight shrugged and returned to mucking. Wild joined him, brushing the thought from his mind. But later that day, as Wild helped Malon prepare dinner, he realized that she, too, was humming the exact same tune.

“That’s a nice song,” he told her as she handed him two eggs.

She smiled brightly, then she poured a generous splash of milk over a steaming bowl of potatoes. “Thanks. It’s very special to me. Link wrote it. He plays it best.”

“Huh,” Wild said, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “I didn’t know he played anything.” He cracked the eggs into his bowl and began to stir.

“Few people do,” she returned.

Mysterious songs aside, maybe he should talk to Malon about Zelda, Wild thought to himself. Twilight was right, she seemed to have a wisdom about these things. A wisdom about Links, at least. And Time said she knew everything about his adventures. Surely Wild’s own situation couldn’t be more convoluted than the Old Man’s, he convinced himself.

“So, wanna tell me about this girl?” Malon asked him.

Wild’s wooden spoon clattered to the floor. “What?”

“Did I get it wrong?” Malon asked, her face becoming suddenly apologetic. “Sorry sweetheart, I shouldn’t‘ve assumed.”

Wild grabbed the spoon from the floor and dropped it into the soapy sink basin. “No, you’re right. It’s just… not like that.”

“Well, then why don’t you tell me how it is?”

***

Malon trudged back to the ranch. She led her horse by the reigns; she didn’t want to overburden the mare after such a long day. Her father had sent her on a tedious series of traveling chores that began before sunrise, and Malon felt overjoyed to finally be home. Maybe tonight she’d try talking with Link, she thought to herself. He seemed distant lately. Only a few months had passed since he’d found her in his room, the evening she’d broken his trust. Sure, they’d made up—Link had a knack for forgiveness—but she still felt a fierce need to defend their growing closeness. She feared making another careless mistake. Would Link be so quick to forgive again?

She returned the mare to her stall, then left the stable and caught a glimpse of the setting sun as it dipped just beneath the horizon. Chilled evening air met her face and crickets sang in the tall grass. And on the breeze, she heard another sound... a strange, clear, lilting tune rising from somewhere ahead of her.

The notes were pure and otherworldly. The sound was growing louder now as she approached the main corral. She turned past the stable. A dazzling sight met her.

The field beyond the fence was aglow in a half-dozen colors of soft light. Pinpricks of shining yellows and light blues twinkled in the grass among the thistle, while soft pinks and whites floated whimsically through the air. As she approached, the music grew louder still. Each note sang through the evening air with a keen clarity.

It was a familiar tune, yet it wasn’t. She recognized bits of her mother’s melody, but with unexpected climbs followed by dips that turned the song into something more daring. If her mother’s song spoke of contentment, then this song cried out with wondrous hope.

As she opened the gate, her eyes found the very person she hoped for: Link knelt in the middle of the field on a woolen blanket while lights twinkled all around. And there, held to his lips with both hands, was the ocarina. A path of flickering glass jars lit her way to him.

Link had been absent often lately, disappearing from the ranch at odd times to odd places and leaving Malon to worry that they were growing apart again. But now she realized that he hadn’t been pulling away, he’d been preparing.

The cool grass brushed against her ankles as she made her way across the field. She saw that some of the jars held yellow tea lights, but others were filled with a strange blue fire that licked at the glass. As she neared, she realized the floating lights came from dozens of fairies dancing through the air. Malon gasped in wonder. She had never seen so many fairies in one place before.

Link glanced up at her beneath heavy lids. The dazzling lights reflected in the shine of his eyes and their corners crinkled in a smile. Malon folded her skirt as she sat gently beside him on the soft woolen blanket. Her heart pounded in her chest. She wanted to reach out and touch him, but she feared distracting him from his song, so she clasped her hands tightly in her lap to keep them from wandering and instead marveled at him as he played. His fingers darted across the instrument with a casual sureness and his chest rose and fell as he shaped each phrase. She’d heard him play only a few times before, and never with such sincerity.

The song slowed to a conclusion so sweet and hopeful that she felt tears welling in her eyes. Link lowered the instrument gently to his lap, then he raised his gaze to her.

“That was incredible,” she breathed.

Link smiled. “I made it for you. It’s your song,” he told her simply.

Malon felt stunned. She struggled with the gravity of his words. Because until moments ago, she doubted whether she would ever see the ocarina again. And now, he had used the ocarina to shape a song made just for her.

His face grew deadly serious as he carefully laid the ocarina beside him on the soft blanket. “I have something for you, if you’ll have it,” Link told her. His voice shook yet his eyes were resolute. Malon bit her bottom lip in anticipation.

He reached behind him and came back up with an ornate turquoise box, inlaid with gleaming yellow metal. He held the box out to her and pulled back the lid on its hinges, revealing what lay inside.

A large ring of sparkling amethyst and gold sat nestled on a satin pillow. The ring boasted a large center stone cut like a star, surrounded with dozens of smaller inlaid sister-stones adorning the band. The gems cast many-colored prisms of reflection in every direction around them. The ring was dazzling and entirely too much. Link’s face broke into a wide smile, gleaming in the light.

“Malon,” he began, and she saw the box shaking in his hand. “I love you. And I want to commit to you. No matter where or when we are, for the now and for the future.” He paused to draw a breath. “You are strong, and true, and kind... Will you have me?”

Malon nodded wildly as tears finally leaked from her eyes and down her cheeks.

“Yes, of course!” she cried. “Of course, Fairy Boy, a hundred times over!” She threw herself into his arms and he caught her, as he always did and always would. She kissed his cheek and his eyelid and his nose before finally kissing his lips. He returned her kiss more deeply than he ever had before, running his free hand through the hair at the nape of her neck.

When they finally broke apart, Malon found herself giggling wildly. Link’s joyous gaze remained fixed on her as their chests heaved with shared breathlessness.

“So, you want this?” Link asked, one hand still clutching the ring box.

“I dunno, I’m kind of afraid to wear it…” she began, eyeing the ornate ring suspiciously. But Link’s wide-eyed look of eager expectation convinced her to reach out her hand. He slipped the ring to the knuckle of her finger, then she used her right hand to pull it the rest of the way. It would certainly take some getting used to, she thought to herself as she fanned out her fingers and studied the ring. Then she glanced around the wondrously lit field once more.

“I do have to ask one thing,” Malon began.

Link gave a small frown of concern.

“No, I didn’t mean to worry you!” she told him. “I was just wondering, how did you get so many fairies here, Fairy Boy?”

Link chuckled. “I just asked them,” he said with a small shrug. Malon gave a loud, clear laugh at the obviousness of his answer.

“Speaking of, thank you, everyone!” Link announced to the field, and the lights in the sky wavered, then began to flit away.

Malon watched keenly, fascinated, until the only glow that remained was from the fire-filled jars. Then she snuggled into Link’s side and tucked her cheek into his broad shoulder. He kissed the top of her head and wrapped an arm tightly around her waist.

The two stayed entwined together, curled in complete, consummate happiness as the moon rose high in the night sky. ____________________ Author’s Note: thanks as always to @clumsydarknut for beta-reading. 

[letmewritefanfiction]

The Oscar for prettiest girlfriend goes to…

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Word count: 1891

Summary: You and Ben have been dating in secret for months. But now you’re up for an Oscar, and maybe it’s time to tell the world?

Warnings: none really? Ben Hardy being a cutie maybe. And this is not beta’d.

You took one last look at yourself in the full-length mirror in your hotel room. You tried your best to smile at your reflection, but your stomach was to full of nerves. This was your first time at the Oscars, and you were actually nominated for best actress in a supporting role! It was a huge deal, and you had to look your best. The dress you were wearing was both bigger and heavier than you were. It was deep red, a colour you had never thought you suited until your stylist had forced you to try the dress on. Now, you kind of never wanted to take it off. You felt like a princess.

“Y/N? We have to go!” the voice of your manager, Charlotte, called through the door.

“Coming!” you called back, and walked to the door as quickly as you could in you sky high heels and gigantic skirt. The dress was floor length, even in your heels, with red lace covering the whole thing. The bodice was tight fit, off the shoulders, and the skirts busted out from a little above your hips. It was so stunning you didn’t want to sit down or do anything in fear of ruining it. A long with your manager and your body guard, Simon, you made your way out of the hotel, towards the limo.

“Y/N L/N! I thought that was you!” you looked to you left, and saw Olivia Coleman walking towards another car.

“Olivia!” You smiled, and embraced your fellow actress.

“You look, wow! I love what you have done with your hair!” Olivia said. You blushed and thanked her. You were eternally grateful for your make-up artist, Sam. The two of you had been friends since 2011, when Sam first did your make-up in your first movie. Now, Sam had styled your Y/H/C hair in the perfect style that matched your dress perfectly. Sam was truly a gem.

“Good luck tonight!” You said to Olivia, as the two of you were ushered into different limos. You enjoyed the drive to the award show. You had a class of champagne with your staff, and went over what you would say in your acceptance speech, if you won. You pulled up to the red carpet, and gratefully accepted the hand of your bodyguard to get out of the car. Charlotte quickly made sure your dress was trailing out behind you in the right way, before nodding to you.

“Remember, talk to as many people as possible. And smile, smile, smile, dear. I’ll be there to move you forward. Always smile. Cameras everywhere. And just remember to keep a good posture, so your dress looks it’s best. You look stunning. Now, walk,” Charlotte instructed, before gently pushing you towards the beginning of the carpet.

There were flashing lights and cameras everywhere. People were shouting to you from all over. For every few steps, a few more before you posed, and smiled, and smiled, and smiled. Your cheeks were hurting, but you felt gorgeous anyway. As you walked, you greeted a few fellow actors and actresses on the way. You even got a hug from Chris Evans.

 “I can die happy now,” you whispered to Charlotte, who rolled her eyes, but still smiled at you.

“Y/N!” an interviewer called out, waving you over. It felt like interview number one million, though it was probably only number seven.

“Hello,” you said with a huge smile to interviewer. The man grinned back. 

“Hi, yourself. First of all, you look stunning!” he began.

“Oh, thank you! I love your suit as well,” you said back, and it wasn’t really a lie. It was a nice, black velvet suit. A little excessive for a interviewer, but you do you.

“So, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. Hollywood’s new favourite girl. I must ask, how does it feel to go from (Hometown) in (home country), to the biggest award show in the world?”

“I-I’m not sure,” you laughed. The interviewer joined. “I suppose it is this constant feeling of this all being a dream, and that I’ll just wake up one day, and be back in my bed at home. It’s-it’s a very surreal feeling to be here, for sure,”

“Yes, I can see that. Now, I must ask you, though I’m sure you’ve been asked this many times before. But how was it for you, to play a lesbian, and to also play the daughter of such an amazing actor as-“ suddenly something caught your eye, and your attention was quickly diverted away from the interviewer, who kept talking about your on-screen father. Walking down the carpet, being taken photos of, were the stars of Bohemian Rhapsody. Joe Mazzello, Gwilym Lee, Allen Leech, and last but not least, Ben Hardy. Aka, your boyfriend of four months. Not that anyone knew that, except for a few of your closest friends and family.

“Sorry, I just have to go really quick. I’ll be right back,” you said, cutting of the interviewer mid-sentence. Before Charlotte could ask what you were doing, you had set of power-walking down the carpet as quickly as possible. You moved around another actress you vaguely recognized, before coming face to face with Ben. At first it didn’t seem like he realized it was you. Then, his face brightened up in a massive grin.

“Y/N!” Ben said, before putting his arms around your waist, and picking you up. You laughed as you hugged him, and spun half a circle around. Ben put you down again, and you couldn’t help but beam at him.

“You look stunning,” he said with a smile, not loud enough to be heard by any of the interviewer now shouting questions as you. Suddenly remembering that you weren’t alone, you let go of Ben, and took a few steps back.

“Not so bad yourself,” you said with a kind smile, though you could see the slight hurt from when you pulled away. You mouthed sorry to him, just as Joe, Allen and Gwilym caught up with you.

“Y/N! Hi, wow!” Joe said, smiling at you, before giving you a hug.

“Joe, hi!” you answered, before moving on to hug the others to. You had met the boys some six months ago, when their press tour for Bohemian Rhapsody, and the press tour for your movie, had been in the same place at the same time. You and Ben had hit it of immediately, but that didn’t mean you weren’t friends with the other to.

“Y/N,” you looked over at Charlotte, you gently tapped the watch on her wrist. You nodded.

“I need to go. See you in there! Good luck!” You said, smiling at them. Ben caught your eyes, and smiled sadly, before you turned and walked away. Not exactly the time for feelings.

You were sat with your co-stars, your director and a few others who were related to your movie. They had just finished calling out the names of all the nominees for your category, best actress in a supporting role.

“And the winner is…” You held your breath. This was it. You looked up at the host. He opened his mouth, “Y/N L/N, for We will meet again!”

You froze for a second. Then your co-star, Aiden Turner pulled you out of you chair, and hugged you.

“Amazing!” the Irish man said with a grin, as you let go to hug others. Your brain was trying to process it all. You had won! Once the hugs were done, you were lead onto the stage. On the way, you passed Ben, who sent you the biggest smile, and applauded along with everyone else. You accepted the little statue, and turned to the mic.

“Wow, I cannot believe this is real,” you began, before pouring your heart into your well-practiced speech. Afterwards, you were lead into a room to take pictures and answer questions. It was all quite surreal. But here you were. It had happened, this was real.

Everything after that passed super quickly. You were thrilled when Rami won best actor, and when Olivia won best actress. After the show, you left, taking the limo back to the hotel. As soon as you unlocked your door, a pair of hands grabbed yours, and pulled you inside. Before you could say anything, a pair of lips met your own.

“Hey, you,” you said with a smile as you pulled away from Ben.

“Hey, princess,” he grinned before kissing you again. You laughed against his lips. God, you had missed him by your side tonight. And you told him that.

“We could just go public, you know,” he said, looking at you. But you shook your head.

“You know how I feel about having everyone all up in our business,” you said, and he nodded.

“I know, babe. But, I think it’s my business to get you out of this dress. It’s far too much fabric,” he told you with a large grin. You shook your head and laughed, but there were no protests when he began pulling at the zipper on the back. Instead you began unbuttoning his shirt, not really caring that you should be changing for the after party.

The next day the two of you spent in bed. There was no need to get up, so why bother? Ben was tracing figures into the back of your thigh, as you were scrolling through twitter.

“People won’t shut up about Lady Gaga and Bradley Coopers performance last night,” you said to Ben, who nuzzled your cheek.

“There was a lot of chemistry there though,” he said, and you nodded.

“Yeah, poor Irina,” you said and he laughed. You read on, “Oh! Listen here. Y’all keep talking about Lady Gaga an B Cooper, but did anyone see Ben Hardy and Y/N L/N? And another, Ben Hardy lifting up Y/N L/N and spinning her vs Lady Gaga staring into B Coopers eyes. We really supposed to think none of them are dating, yeah right.”

“What about us?” Ben asked, and you could hear the smile in his voice. You clicked on the hashtag for your own name. There were a lot of people congratulating you on your victory, but also some saying you had robbed others.

“This one, hear. Y/N L/N really out here living everyone’s dream, hugging Ben Hardy. Oh, and more. Y/N L/N is the most relatable celebrity, because I to would run up and hug Ben Hardy if I ever saw him,” you loved reading these things out loud. It made you feel good to know that people thought this about you and your boyfriend.

“Haha, listen to this one.” You continued. “Y/N L/N just up and left her interview to hug Ben Hardy and that is such a mood, you have no idea. And, this is my favourite. Everyone saying Y/N L/N is so luck for hugging Ben Hardy? Bitch, please, Ben is lucky to even touch our queen Y/N!” You laughed, and Ben joined you.

“I am luck, aren’t I? Also, people are so weird,” he whispered, and you turned your head to look at him.

 “Yeah, they are. But you’re not,” you said, and smiled as he kissed your lips softly.

 “I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “I’m dating an Oscar winner, amazing!”

 You laughed sarcastically. 

 “I love you to, dork.”

[rhaellatully]

La Galette des Rois (Fanfiction)

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22133302

FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13471075/1/La-Galette-des-Rois

Summary: Alya, Nino and Adrien go to Marinette's to celebrate la galette des rois

AN: So yeah Miraculous Ladybug is French so I though I’d write something for the galette des rois, well I was mostly eating my galette when I realise this holyday? (I don’t know if it counts as one we don’t get a day off but it takes place on a Sunday ?) had a strong potential for fanfics

Even up in Marinette’s room you could hear the noise made by the clients down stairs. La Galette des Rois was one of the busiest time of the year for a Boulangerie-Patiserie, a funny tradition, a cake that is to be eaten on every epiphaniy, with a fève hidden inside, the one who founds it in his slice his crown and they can crown someone else as their King or Queen.

Alya could have told you a lot about la Galette des Rois, she was a journalist and she had done her research. She could have gone about its original purpose and it’s Christianisation. But that’s not what she was here for; she was here to help Marinette.

When she had made the plan for her Nino and Adien to all come celebrate at Marinette’s home she had known that it would be a difficult day. She hadn’t figured out how much, of course she couldn’t have predicted that Adrien would start dating Kagami and Marinette something with Luka.

You’d think this would have made things easier, but being with Luka hadn’t made Marinette’s feeling toward Adrien disappear. If she had seen her friend having breakdowns over him before it had never been this bad.

“What if Adrien gets the fève, he’ll have to choose a queen, and he can’t pick you because you’re with his best friend, and he can’t pick my mom because that would be weird. He’ll have to pick me! And will I do then! I’m not supposed to be happy about it because of Luka, but I kind of want it to happen! I could refuse, oh no that would be rude. What will I do? Oh Alya what will I do?!”

“He could also pick Nino.” Alya answered. There was nothing wrong with picking your best friend as king, no law against it. And Alya knew just how close the two boys were.

Speaking of which, Nino had just texted her that the boys were finally on their way. It would still take a while for them to get back from Adrien’s photo-shoot. She texted back that it was fine and that they were waiting for them.

“And will I do if I get the fève! I can’t possibly pick Adrien! How would Luka reacted?!”

‘Probably very calmly’ though Alya, she honestly had no idea if Luka was in anyway capable of getting angry. Alya knew she had no reason to worry over his reaction, or the kings and queens at his celebration. She knew from Rose’s instagram that the galette had already been eaten, and that Juleka had gotten the fève and picked Rose as her queen. A nice pictures of the two of them with cute little crown was the proof.

“If you get the fève than pick your dad, or me if you think it’s lame to pick your parent.”

She got distracted of Marinette’s reply by a text from Nino, “no matter what happen you’ll always be my queen” it read. Alya smilled and chuckled, that boy never mist an opportunity, did he?

 She saw that Marinette was still freaking out, she grabbed her by the shoulders, “ Look girl, it’s just a gallette, nothing fancy, nothing special, no one is giving it any importance, okay?” Marinette nodded. “Take a deep breath” Alya ordered and Marinette did so.

“Let’s just play ultimate mecha strike III, that should calm your nerve”

And so she spend the next thirty minutes getting her ass handed to her at that game. To be fair the fact that she was spending more time on her phone did gave her friend a great advantage. When asked about it she would simply say that she was making sure nothing about ladybug showed up on social media, but the truth was she was simply chatting with Nino. He kept finding knew theme appropriated pick up line and loved it, not that she would ever admit it of course.

“What’s making you smile that way” asked Marinette.

“Nothing”

Marinette was about to press, but Alya was rescued by the voice of Mister Dupain-Cheng.

“Marinette, Alya, the boys have arrived!”

Alya dashed for the trapped door, she got to the leaving room, where Nino greeted her with a quick kiss. She was so glad to see him she almost forgotten that they were other people in the room. Thankfully Missies Dupain-Cheng calling them at the table brought her back to reality.

The second after they sat down there was a slice of galette in their plate. Alya started eating and enjoyed the nice taste of the frangipane in her mouth. She immediately congratulated the Dupain-Cheng for this was the best galette she had ever eaten. Adrien told them just the same. Instinctively after hearing his comment she turned toward Marinette. She noticed that her friend was eating anxiously and trying to make herself as small as possible.

She was worried again, Alya didn’t know how to help her, she knew everything would be okay, even if either Adrien or Marinette got the fève. But to help her friend she would probably give them indication on whom they should pick. She was about to go whisper a plan in Nino’s ear, when winced and brought his hand to his cheek.

“Are you okay” she immediately asked, he had hurt himself, but how?

He brought his hand inside his mouth and she expected him to take out a tooth, but instead he took out a porcelain Ladybug.

“Nino got the fève!” said Missies Dupain-Cheng happily.

“I almost broke my tooth on it”

“Congratulation man” said Adrien, as Mister Dupain-Cheng put a carton crown on his head.

Alya suddenly felt very happy, she had been so caught up in Marinette’s love life that she had forgotten someone else could get it. This was great for Nino, he had a notorious bad luck and rarely won anything that relied on chance. Perhaps this was the first time he was crowned.

Nino took the second crown in his hand and turned to Alya, he got on one knee and said “Alya Cesaire would you make me the happiest man on earth by accepting to by my queen.”

The others were laughing at his dramatic proposal But Alya choose to get up, making her chair fall over in the process, and in an ever more over the top manner answered “Oh Nino, yes! A thousand time yes!”

He got up put the crown on her head and kiss her. She could hear the fake cheer and laughter as he did, but she didn’t care, she was far too busy kissing him back.

If there was one thing this afternoon taught her, it was that she needed to focus less on what was happening in Marinette’s love life and more on her own. She had a wonderful boyfriend and he deserved more attention.

[flowerymoonchild]

Doubts with a Side of Kimchi

@slowlyandrogynouskryptonite, thank you for being my first request! I really hope this is close to what you had in mind and I hope you like it!

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: fluff, a little bit of angst, but mostly fluff

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Mild language

Y/S/N: your ship name 

Who knew the amount of power that two little lines had? Two little lines on a white stick that could either make or break lives. You looked down at the two little white lines with both joy and amazement while unknowingly starting to caress your already growing belly. There was a baby in there. A little baby which was yours to love and care for. At that moment your career had completely left your mind. The fans, everything had for a small second disappeared. However, it was just a small second before everything came crashing down on you. A baby would mean a break from your solo artist career. It would mean that you would have to take a break for at least 3 months, which also meant that your fans would have to wait for you to return. Then you started to think about your boyfriend. Taehyung! Oh your sweet Tae, how was he going to take the news? You started pacing up and down your shared apartment, hand near your mouth as you started to rapidly chew your fingernails. The front door suddenly opened as you did not get even the slightest chance to hide the pregnancy test before your boyfriend’s joyful eyes met your slighty worried ones. “Hi Yeobo…” You quickly hid the test in your back pocket as you tried to pull the brightest smile you could muster; something that did not go unnoticed by the confused boy in front of you. “Hi Tae, how was practice?” “It was good, the boys decided to end it early tonight and take a rest. How was yours?” Tae rushed to come hug you as he sneakily reached into your back pocket to see what you had been hiding from him. Reaching in he, unknowingly to you, pulled the test out slowly and saw the result all the while hugging you. “It was good. Went to work, had lunch with a couple coworkers and…” Your story was soon cut short as Tae abruptly pulled away and held you at arm’s length with the brightest smile you had ever seen on his face. “Jagi... Jagi... Jagi.... Is it true, are we having a baby?” Your hand quickly went to your back pocket when Taehyung brought the test up to his face to thoroughly inspect the two lines. The two little lines which were going to change everything forever. “I have to tell Bang and you have to tell your manager, and oh my god the boys they’re going to be fighting over who is going to be the best uncle. Army is going to be so happy about this. And your fans too and… and… and..” Taehyung quickly looked up to see your slightly worried face which immediately stopped his rambling. “Yeobo what’s wrong?” “Tae do you really think the fans are going to be happy about this? I mean some Army were already mad when we started dating, specially the saesangs. Some even went as far as trying to hurt me when they found out. What if they try to hurt our baby before its even born?” “Hey…hey, don’t worry about them. I won’t let them hurt you or our baby okay? I just want to know something Y/N. Is this something you want to go through? I am 100% sure I want to keep this child, but I don’t want to force you into anything.” “Tae of course I want to keep it. It’s my baby. It’s our baby” “Then it’s settled. Tomorrow I’ll talk to Bang and the boys and if you want I’ll come with you to tell your manager and we’ll take it one day at a time okay?” With Tae holding onto your face and his reassuring words there was no doubt in your mind that nothing would happen to you. “Okay” The next day After telling both of your managers and the boys everyone seemed to be so excited for you both. Now it was time for you to tell the fans. “Okay so how are we going to do this?” You looked up at your boyfriend who had come back with your favorite ice cream as he had done nothing but please you in the last 24 hours. “Hmmm… how about a V-live?” “Okay I’ll go get the phone. Here eat while I’m gone” You did not hesitate to dig into your half-baked Ben & Jerry’s Ice Cream as you patiently waited for him to get back. It was on your fourth spoonful that you heard his footsteps as he appeared in front of you while already seeming to be streaming. “Okay guys now that there are plenty of you, I think we are ready to tell you the news” When Tae brought the phone in front of your face you could not help but to start laughing at the title of the live. ‘Preggo my Eggo’ it read. “You really couldn’t have named it anything better?” “Listen we are about to give them the big news you don’t get to be picky about the title. Besides it’s the truth, you got preggo for my eggo” “Taehyung!” “Yah! This is not the time to argue now we have to tell them.” You looked at your boyfriend who was looking at you with the biggest box smile. Then you both turned to the camera before speaking together. “So guys we wanted to do this V-live to tell you that we are…” 6 months later Your pregnancy continued as planned and there had thankfully not been any complications. After the V-live, many fans had congratulated you both and seemed to only wish you the best. Sure, there were some bad comments here and there but the good outweighed the bad. However, it wasn’t until recently that the negative comments started to bother you. There was one thread specifically which seemed to bother you the most. ‘Taehyung-ah wifeu: Why did that Y/N bitch have to get pregnant? BTS4Life: I know like she’s not even that pretty. TaeTae: And OMG did you see how Taehyung was forced to take a break from the tour because of her fat ass like does she not take his career into consideration? Jungkook oppa: Yes I heard! If only she wouldn’t have gotten pregnant maybe Tae would have broken up with her and gotten even more famous. NamJin Shipper: That baby shouldn’t be born. First of all it shouldn’t have ever been conceived, it’s already causing so many problems. I heard Tae is probably only going to be on two songs of the next album because he’s taking a break for the baby. Mon Joonie: Yeah, they could’ve really won Grammy for this one but not today I guess’ The thread kept going on and on to the point where it was hurtful to even keep reading. You were used to the comments about your relationship and yourself but what really got to you is that they had started to bring your baby into it. Was your baby really causing problems for Tae? Your career did not matter as much as you had been able to finish your world tour in the beginning of your pregnancy and you had recently started working at home and going into the studio a couple times a month to record your new upcoming album but Tae had just started his world tour. You knew you were asking for too much bringing up your appointments while talking to him on the phone, but he was the one who had insisted on being there with you. He wanted to be there throughout every appointment and milestone even if he had to miss or postpone one of his concerts. However, you did not know that Tae was going to be left out of their new album because of the baby. You were so lost in your thoughts that you did not notice your bedroom door open as the boy who had been clouding your mind slowly entered. Tae had expected you to be sleeping or reading a book to the baby as you did every night before one of his phone calls. He did not expect to find you wrapped in a blanket in the middle of the bed, phone in hand, with tears in your faraway looking eyes. “Y/N-ie?” You quickly looked up and rushed to wipe the tears on your cheeks and your runny nose. “Tae? What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be on your way to Brazil?” “We have an appointment tomorrow at 9am to make arrangements for your due date. What’s going on? Why are you crying?” “It’s nothing Tae let’s just go to sleep yeah?” “It can’t be nothing if you’re crying over it now tell me, you know I’m going to find out sooner or later” “It’s nothing. Just some negative comments on twitter, you know how I get. Now can we please go to sleep? It’s been a long day” “Show me” “Tae I said its fine plea…” “Show me” One look at Tae and you knew he was not going to let it go that easily, so you slowly reached for your phone with shaky hands. After unlocking it the thread brightly appeared as you handed the phone to your awaiting boyfriend. “I know you told me not to look at these anymore and I really did not mean to its just that some of the comments caught my eye and I couldn’t help myself. Is the album thing true Tae?” “Y/N-ie…” “No, tell me the truth. Are you really not going to be in the next album because of the baby? Are we really just holding you back? Just say the words Tae and…” “Of course not! Y/N I swear this is all just fake news from fake fans. If they were true fans of mine, they would be rooting for us instead of trying to break us apart. No, you and the baby are not holding me back. No, you are not a burden, and yes I am going to be in the next album because I need to make my two girls proud. In fact I’m excited because I’ll get one more cheer from the crowd when receiving my awards.” Tae quickly came to your side before embracing you as best as he could. Your tears kept coming as he slowly let you go and kissed your forehead. “Y/N you and this baby are the best thing that have happened to me don’t you ever think otherwise okay?” “I know Tae it’s just that all these negative comments got to me and they made me think about how much this baby is going to affect your future, our future. They just put too many doubts in my mind” “Are you regretting your decision?” “What? No of course not I just needed a little reassurance” “Okay good cause I’m not the only one who is already in love with this baby, look at the bottom of the thread” ‘Y/S/N lover: Do you guys have anything better to do than hate on someone who has what you can’t have? Leave Y/N and little Kimchi alone they make Tae happy so they should make us happy. Little Kimchi 95: You honestly aren’t a real fan if you aren’t supporting them through this amazing journey that they’re going through. Y/N’s Secret Lover: Why are you hating on little kimchi? cause she’s not even born yet and she’s prettier than you? (honestly with her parent’s genes she’s going to be the cutest baby to ever exist) Tae Notice Me: I stan little Kimchi and Y/N as much as I stan Taehyung.’ Your tears soon stopped falling as you kept reading all of the positive comments your fans had left on thread and how much they seemed to support you. In fact, you couldn’t help but to let out a few giggles at the mention of the nickname Taehyung had given your unborn baby girl. “So, it looks like little kimchi stuck right?” You looked up from your phone to see that your boyfriend was not talking to you but at the little girl inside you. He pulled your shirt up over your bump as he gently poked the side of it to wake his baby girl up. Only a few seconds after did you feel a small kick as your baby seemed to agree with her father. Tae finally looked up at you with a small smile before leaning up to give you a kiss. “Now how about some cuddles to keep the little one warm?”