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Celebrating the holidays/New Year headcanons (the others)

The second part of this ask by @angel6776

(Part 1: general + the demon brothers headcanons)

(Suggestive, except for Luke's part, obviously) (Platonic/familial for Luke)

Word Count: +5,300 (no wonder this request took so long)

Diavolo

He’s so excited to hear about your usual holiday traditions. He’ll invite you over for tea just so you can tell him all about it. Honestly, he’ll feel a bit disappointed if you don’t have any particular traditions or if you have negative feelings about the holidays. However, if that’s the case, he’ll be even more motivated to ensure that you have an excellent holiday season in the Devildom. Diavolo wants to build new traditions with you that you can cherish. If not for Barbatos and Lucifer, Diavolo would be willing to spend anything to show you a good time.

He will actually get his work done ahead of schedule if it means you can come over and decorate the castle with him. It sounds like such a fun couple-y experience and if he can’t do that, he’ll pout, and Barbatos will never hear the end of it – especially if the brothers or someone else mentions that you helped them decorate.

Schedules a date with you near the end of the year 2 or more weeks in advance and uses it as motivation to get through all his work. Although, on occasion, he gets scolded for daydreaming too much. He can’t stop imagining holding your hand on a chilly Devildom night or kissing you in the snow or wrapping his arms around you in bed and pulling you so close that your breath would warm his skin.

Brings an assortment of rare Demonus to the party, which puts everyone in a good mood. He drinks moderately and joins in on every possible activity everyone is involved in, and he tries to drag you into them too. “MC, you have to sing a duet with me. Please?” “Have you tried the cake Simeon and Luke prepared yet? Here, I brought you a slice. It’s delicious. I wonder if they would share the recipe with Barbatos.” “Would you care to dance with me?” “You should join our game, MC. Come, you can sit on my lap if you’d like.”

It starts to feel like even if Diavolo is involved in some other activity, he always has an eye on you. He just can’t keep his eyes from searching for you. He’s one of the first people to notice if you disappear with someone else, but assuming you aren’t exclusively together, he lets you have your fun. Just know that whatever state you return in, once he gets you to himself, he’ll be determined to unravel and fluster you twice as much as the last person.

He will get his chance to steal you away for a while. If he can’t find the opportunity during the party, he’ll ensure that he’s the last person awake so he can have you all to himself at the end of the party. If you’re out, too, then you’ll mysteriously be impossible to find the morning after the party.

Gifts – giving: The man loves giving gifts, and while he’s usually fine handing out presents in a group, he preferers the intimacy of giving you your present alone. He’d give you a whole house if he thought he wouldn’t get in trouble for it. Instead, he’s likely to give you fine jewelry or clothes. He’s a bit like Asmo in that he adores dressing you up in items that accentuate your attractiveness. It’s also a thrill to know he’s the one who gave you the clothes that will inevitably end up strewn across his bedroom floor. If it’s immediately clear that you like the clothes/jewelry, he’ll chuckle, lean in, and whisper in your ear, “If you like it so much, wear it on our next date. I want to be the first person to see you in and out of it.” If not clothes or jewelry, he might do something more extravagant like importing some of your favorite plants to be displayed in a temporary exhibit at the Devildom botanical gardens. (so much research goes into this, too). Diavolo will invite you on a date to show you the exhibit before it opens to the public. He’d probably arrange it so you can go during off hours and enjoy the entire location by yourselves. He might also opt for sentimental gifts: photo albums, scrapbooks, or trinkets that will remind you both of some shared memory.

Gifts – receiving: Literally anything (well, almost. Don’t give him pickles or something he despises). Diavolo is too thrilled to be getting a gift from you to care about exactly what it is. That’s not to say that he doesn’t appreciate your efforts, though. Just show him that you care, and he’ll be a happy little prince. If it’s handmade or sentimental, he’ll love it – even things as small as a keychain from somewhere you visited. If Barbatos would let you, Diavolo would love to make you be his butler for a day (he would reward the thoughtful gift by being at your service all night).

Barbatos

He strikes me as a “I could do without the holidays” guy. Everything gets so busy and he has to scramble to finish up all of his work for the year – and on top of that, Diavolo’s desire to shirk his responsibilities seems to get worse this time of year. (Shit like: “Barbatos, the brothers had a snowball fight today. Do you think we –” “Did you finish that paperwork I handed you this morning?” “. . . no.” “Then, no.”)

However, your presence makes it all more bearable. He likes helping out and ensuring that everyone he cares about has a good holiday season but knowing that he can give you a good holiday brings him a unique, unmatched joy.

Barbatos will invite you to tea a few times under the guise of wanting your opinion on the party menu. If you can be trusted in the kitchen, he may even ask for your assistance – not because he needs it, though. His only need is you. His heart melts when you try his cooking and praise him. If you help with the cooking, he adores the feeling of working beside you. This man will absolutely charm you up in the kitchen: hand feeding you before kissing you to experience the flavor of the food combined with your lips, swiping sauce or icing along your skin just to lick it off, pressing his body firmly against yours while he peers over your shoulder to check your progress, and goodness all the things he could do for you while he waits for the oven timer to ding.

The quantity, quality, and variety of food this man prepares for the party should earn him head praise. For all the effort he put in, you almost wish he would do a bit more than sip at his Demonus and people-watch most of the time. He might play a few games or dance if you, Diavolo, or Luke encourage him to, but he tends to fade into the background.

Luckily, that makes it easier for him to slip away with you. He suspects that he won’t have much time, so once he gets you somewhere quiet, he makes quick work of improving your night. “You look lovely tonight, MC. I must admit, I’m quite taken with you. I’m glad you seem to be enjoying yourself. Please, allow me to make you feel even better while we have some time to ourselves.”

Luck may yet again be in his favor if he happens to get you all to himself just before midnight on New Year's Eve.

Gifts – giving: If you’re a fellow tea lover, you can expect custom tea blends from plants that Barbatos has grown himself. No doubt, they would be delicious. He may also use a bit of magic to give them a calming effect or to bring you happiness. Another likely present would be hand-made outfits. Affection swells in him when he sees you wearing something that he crafted just for you. “Oh dear, I’m afraid I’ve made a mistake. You look so enticing that I’m eager to get you out of those clothes already.” He would love to offer you his services for a day if you wanted it, but he may have to postpone that until after the New Year, when things are less hectic. In the meantime, he’s more than happy to prepare delicious meals for you.

Gifts – receiving: Barbatos is keen on more practical gifts, but he’ll appreciate a touch of sentimentality: custom kitchen knives with a sweet message engraved on it (a kitchen knife with something symbolic of love, affection, or even lust like a rose or lilac engraved on it would melt him); embroidered handkerchiefs, kitchen towels, or dust rags for him to use; human world herbs and spices; and tea blends that you created with him in mind. He’ll appreciate the thought and usefulness. Alternatively, if you just want to give him yourself, he has no complaints.

Luke

This sweet child is so hyped for the holidays. He wants to try whatever fun traditions you tell him about. That excitement is only compounded by the introduction of new seasonal foods becoming available. There are so many new sweets to try, and he can bake often with the cool winter temperatures.

He will be begging Simeon and Barbatos to teach him new recipes, and, of course, they’ll cave. Luke will be bringing you new treats every few days. When he isn’t bringing sweets to you, he’ll try to bring you to the sweets. Luke, Beel, Asmo, and Thirteen are up on many of the limited-time seasonal offers at cafés and bakeries. He’ll invite you to go with him to try something new. Sometimes he wants alone time with his parent #3 best buddy, but usually he’s happy to have Simeon, Solomon, Raphael, Beel, Barbatos, and/or Mephisto tag along (he’s fine with the others, too, but these six are his favorites).

Asks you to help decorate with him or offers to help you decorate. He has a great time making things look all festive – even if he is too short to reach some places.

Helps Simeon with the baking for the party – although he also prepares a few things on his own. Luke savors the experience of baking with his loved ones during the holidays; it seems like the cheer-bringing thing to do.

Juice, mocktails, and hot chocolate only! They’re good drinks, but the assortment was primarily prepared with Luke in mind.

He spends a lot of time playing games, singing karaoke with Levi, and eating with Beelzebub. Your son Luke is less clingy than most of the demons, but he makes sure to check in with you once in a while to ensure you’re having a good time. He’ll ask you to be on his team for games and he’ll even bring you food (especially the things he made).

Falls asleep relatively early on despite insisting he can stay up. When he wakes up before the others, he’ll start cleaning and probably prepare breakfast for everyone (because he’s the nicest son ever).

Gifts – giving: Luke would probably give you cute gifts that accidentally remind you what an adorable little angel he is. Items like plushies, matching keychains, and cute stationery are likely options. The latter would probably come with a sweet admission: “You’re always helping me study, and I’ve learned so much from you, so I thought something that made studying more fun would be a good gift.” If he has the time, he might ask Raphael, Levi, and/or Barbatos to teach him how to sew a plushie for you. He might also bake a box of assorted cookies for you (possibly more than you can even eat).

Gifts – receiving: Luke is easy to give gifts to. On the more practical end, he’d be excited to receive kitchen tools or serveware: cute animal-shaped silicone molds, cute bento boxes, a nice teacup, etc. Giving him books (I feel like fantasy, mystery novels, and cookbooks would be especially good) would also work. On a more sentimental side, getting him matching keychains or sweatshirts would have this little angel eager to show off. (Just imagine Luke in a big, cozy sweater telling Simeon, “Look, Simeon, MC gave me this sweater. They have one just like it. We match now!”) Additionally, you could compile a book of recipes for him, collecting all the recipes he’s learned and been taught since coming to the Devildom. He would cherish that so much he would keep it in a prominent spot on his bookshelf.

Simeon

Why does Simeon strike me as such a winter boy? Maybe I just think he’d look cute in cozy sweaters or baking in the kitchen? Anyway, he has a lot of fun learning about your human traditions, but he especially enjoys seeing you and Luke having a good time.

Invites you over to bake at least once before the holidays – just you and him. He’s much less outright flirtatious than Barbatos but he builds up romantic/sexual tension as if he was a smut author in his down time: his hands lingering on yours when he asks you to pass him something, brushing your arm or shoulder when he works beside you, a gentle touch on your back as he passes behind you, his warm breath as he contently hums over your shoulder at your progress, the feeling of his fingers grazing your lips when he offers you half of a cookie fresh out of the oven (that he deliberately split in half so it would be small enough for your lips to touch his hand). He won’t even kiss you while you’re in the kitchen, but he’ll leave your heart pounding. You’ll have to blame the rising heat in your face on the oven, or just tell him how you really feel, and have him drag you back to his room for a few minutes.

Helps decorate and does the second most cooking for the party, but he probably also prepares the most drinks. Simeon could make a cup of hot cocoa that would turn a bad day on its head, and he’d offer it to you with such a warm smile that you couldn’t help but smile back.

Hangs back with Barbatos, Lucifer, and Raphael during the party, but he’ll happily join in whenever you or Luke insists. He doesn’t drink much until after Luke falls asleep, but he keeps a good hold on his senses.

I wouldn’t put it past him to fake being drunk to get you alone again. If not that, he’ll ask you to get some air with him – probably (and only) in front of the ones least likely to try to tag along (Lucifer, Beel, Barbatos, Raphael, Thirteen, and Mephisto – the latter two mostly because they’d feel awkward around Simeon for that long). However, despite going out to get air, you end up more breathless than you were before.

Gifts – giving: I could see Simeon offering to be your personal chef for a week. He’d get so much joy about being your little househusband for a bit. If he happens to have a novel in the works at the time, Simeon might also present you with a signed first copy of it, only for you to find that he dedicated the book to you. Another likely gift would be jewelry – but it would probably be something matching or a custom piece (or both). This might be kind of messed up and maybe even yandere territory, but I imagine Simeon would probably burn one of his feathers and get the ashes crafted into glass or cast into resin for a custom piece (but he wouldn’t admit to doing that).

Gifts – receiving: Anything. Give him flowers and enchant them to last for a while longer than they are supposed to. He’ll think of you every day that they live and dry or press them as they begin to die so he can keep the memory of your shared holiday fresh in his mind. As far as jewelry is concerned, pendant necklaces might be a good option – probably for the same reason as Beel: keeping you close to his heart. Simeon would also appreciate quality or engraved pens. Even if he gets flustered thinking about you when using it to write, he’ll also feel encouraged to keep writing, and that will outweigh the occasional distraction. Speaking of writing, if you write him a letter splaying your heart on the page for him, he’ll be over the moon. The man just wants constant reminders of your love.

Solomon

Tries to bake for you during the holidays and must be stopped; even if he gets cute and pouty, don’t let him anywhere near the kitchen – unless he promises to just stand there and look pretty. Although, I do believe he can actually make a decent drink without killing anyone, so as a last resort, you could probably let him make you a seasonal drink. He might even be allowed to make a few drinks for the party if he promises not to cook any food while he’s preparing them.

Solomon won’t get super clingy, but he will mope around and bury himself in his studies whenever you don’t spend time with him. He’s trying to let you have your fun and freedom, but he’s so lonely, and he wants your love and attention.

Invites you over for a cuddly movie date but specifically plays holiday themed horror movies – even the truly awful ones (have you ever watched The Gingerdead Man or Jack Frost? Ridiculous trash. But he’ll throw some good ones in there, too.) He thinks movie dates are perfect for winter nights, but you should expect to stay the night, too.

If he could get away with it, he would try to invite you to the human world – in part so you might be able to celebrate some of your usual traditions (if you have any) and in part so he can get you all to himself.

He’ll be pretty chill at the party – mostly hanging back. However, Asmo will inevitably pull him into some of the fun. (He might even be feeling enough holiday cheer to give Asmo that kiss he’s been begging for all night.) Solomon would add to the party by using his magic to create beautiful visual effects (like shining, iridescent snowflakes cascading down from the ceiling). He does it as a party trick, but he would also use it to distract the others so he can steal you away for a few minutes. If you feel like you’re missing out on his magic, he’ll promise to recreate it just for you.

This little shit would definitely leave a hickey somewhere visible when he gets you alone, like he’s marking his territory. He finds it amusing sending you back to the party and stirring up chaos as everyone tries to find the culprit. If you want to make it easy for them, mark him too.

Gifts – giving: He is so soft and overprotective that he would give you enchanted jewelry that has a protection charm on it or something you could use to summon him to your side whenever you want him, even if your D.D.D. dies or something. He might also give you part of a matching set so he could subtly claim your heart in front of everyone. Solomon might also teach you a spell or potion that he concocted himself as a sign of trust and to show you that he believes you’ve progressed significantly. (He can’t get over the way your face lights up when you learn something new and interesting – when he teaches you something new.) Solomon is an incorrigible flirt, so he might give you enchanted sex toys (something that could connect to his body or that feel just like him), but he might present it as a joke, unless . . .

Gifts – receiving: Solomon would appreciate things that would further his magic research: rare herbs and flowers, magical tools and materials, rare books, etc. It means so much that you would get him something so difficult to obtain because he might be able to use it in his studies. However, he might pout a bit and wish that you had told him so he could have gone with you to get it. It would have made for an excellent date. Similarly, taking him out on a date and showering him with affection would also be wonderful. He’s also a sucker for domestic things, so giving him your homemade food or sweets would melt him – just beware: he might try to cook for you in return. Finally, at your own risk, you could offer yourself. Now that would be a present he could play with for hours on end.

Thirteen

She wants to take you to every café she can think of and share all the adorable winter- and holiday-themed sweets with you. Thirteen would even bring you seasonal drinks or snacks because she just so happened to be waiting in line (and not at all because she wanted to see you smile).

Doesn’t decorate her cave or anything unless she can make a trap to do the decorating for her. Work smart, not hard. However, she does enjoy sight-seeing and looking at decorations that pop up throughout the Devildom with you. She would hold your hand and pull you towards interesting window displays, her eyes lighting up the whole time.

She’s the most likely to be forgotten about when everyone is party prepping, which annoys her to no end, but she’ll pretend like she doesn’t care. To be fair, part of her just wants to chill at home in her cave, so she would consider not even showing up if not for you. She doesn’t need to spend her holiday with idiots, a sham of a sorcerer, and an outnumbered amount of decent people who she’d have to compete with for your affection. At least that’s what she tells herself.

In truth, she has a lot of fun. She even brings a few traps to see what gullible fools she can toy with. No one is safe except Luke. He’s just too precious for her to do that. Thirteen will also join in on the games, determined to win and show off for you. She’ll enjoy sampling all the food, and she’ll be so sweet and bring you drinks and food throughout the night.

Does Demonus work on reapers? I imagine it doesn’t, which makes the night even more entertaining for her. She’ll make note of who can hold their liquor and what they’re all like when they get drunk or tipsy. If nothing else, it’s good blackmail material.

Proactive about her need for alone time with you and gets you alone pretty early on in the night. Like Solomon, she’ll leave her mark on you, but she has the decency to mark you somewhere more inconspicuous. (Although to be honest, she also has the lack of decency to mark up your thighs and spends half of her alone time with you on her knees.)

She will probably fold and give Asmo a kiss on the cheek. It’s a holiday after all. (But if she kissed him on the lips, I can just imagine him commenting on how she tastes like you. Sorry. Throw me in the trash.)

Gifts – giving: Thirteen would give you strange traps and gadgets she made herself. Although most of her traps are designed to prank people, she might actually decide to make you something more practical. (She could probably build a functioning cuckoo clock if she wanted). Thirteen might also surprise you with date reservations at a nice café – possibly one that’s outside of the city so she has an excuse to steal you for an entire day. Other than that, she would probably give you clothes, especially cozy sweaters, shirts, or cardigans that she will inevitably steal from you. She’s the most likely to give you your present in front of everyone.

Gifts – receiving: She would be content with strange gadgets you found. Thirteen could spend hours taking them apart, putting them back together, and figuring out how to replicate their actions. Sweets gift baskets are another good option, especially if you can bake and you fill them with homemade desserts. Thirteen would be happy with jewelry (primarily necklaces). She would adore those skull-shaped carved pearl necklaces. They suit her so well. Last but not least, give her yourself. Seriously, even a symbolic gesture, like couples’ items while you tell her, “I’m yours: my soul, my body, my heart. I’m all yours,” will have her heart pounding.

Raphael

He doesn’t have the emotional expression range to match the other angels’ joy, but a gentle smile will grace his lips when he finds you baking in the kitchen with Luke and Simeon.

If you want a date with him around the holidays, you’re probably going to have to ask. He just assumes you’re too busy for a date with all the party planning, so he doesn’t bother asking. He might stubble across you while he’s shopping and just tag along with you until you’re done with whatever you’re doing. He’ll even buy you a meal if it means he can keep you to himself for a while longer. A warm smile will find his face when he sees you enjoying your time out with him.

Raphael doesn’t decorate, but if someone asked, he would sew holiday-themed outfits for them. It would be fun for him, at least.

The wallflower whose vines are so tangled and cling to the wall so strongly that you can barely get him to join in on any activities. He mostly just leans back against the wall, sipping at his Demonus and observing the others. He might chat with a few of the tamer people or play a chill game of cards or chess.

He finds it easy to sneak you into some quiet hallway or empty room (he doesn’t even care if that room belongs to someone else) and make out with you. He probably drags you off somewhere because he got jealous after watching you enjoy yourself around the others, but he’ll claim he just got bored and wanted to mess around.

Pulls you closer than necessary when you spend time talking to him – especially in front of Diavolo or Lucifer. He does it by grabbing you by the thigh or waist.

Eventually drinks himself to sleep relatively late into the night. Falls asleep in a really weird, uncomfortable position (slumped over in a chair or couch, sitting on the floor with his back still against the wall, or using his arms as a pillow on a table).

Gifts – giving: Usually pretty bad at buying gifts, but he’ll give you nice, sewed items that he made for you – usually plushies or warm sweaters/outerwear. He likes making plushies for you because he knows you’ll look at it and hug it while thinking of him. When he can’t be with you, it’s a comfort to him to know that you’ll have the plushie. As for sweaters or outerwear, he thinks you look adorable in cozy clothes and layers (but he’ll never say that). Raphael never thought he would enjoy giving a gift as much as he does when your face lights up and you thank him for your present. He stifles his cuteness aggression so hard, but he desperately wants to pull you into his arms and bite you. Also, he probably blesses whatever he gives you.

Gifts – receiving: Even though someone told him that giving gifts was a common tradition during the holidays, he didn’t expect you to get a present for him. He would love fabric and sewing supplies. He finds it sweet that you’re supporting one of his favorite hobbies. It lets him know that you care. Raphael would also be pleased with gift baskets containing strong-flavored foods: super spicy hot sauces, extra sour candy, bitter snacks, Solomon’s cooking, etc. Lastly, he would be pleasantly surprised if you set up dates as a gift.

Mephistopheles

Only cares about the holidays because Diavolo seems so into it. It at least makes for some interesting newspaper content, though. Likely the second to last to get an invitation to the party – but it comes from Diavolo, so he doesn’t mind too much. He isn’t thrilled to be spending a holiday around Lucifer and his brothers, but if it means spending the holiday with you, he’ll come along. Once Satan invites him to join in on his and Belphie’s prank plans for Lucifer, he starts to look forward to the party a bit more. He’d be thrilled to see Lucifer embarrass himself in front of you and Lord Diavolo.

Uses his stalker journalistic skills to find you on days off and escort you around town while you go about your business. He might show you around if he has any insight into seasonal attractions that he thinks you’ll enjoy. Mephisto, then, invites you for a meal or a drink or back to his place. He’s such a gentleman when he wants to be, and he’ll help you carry things home or get you a ride.

He brings a few rather expensive bottles of Demonus with him, and almost gets kissed by Asmo for it, too. Mammon will throw an arm around him and thank him in a way that somehow annoys Mephisto more than if Mammon hadn’t said anything at all.

He hopes that at least one of the pranks he helped Satan and Belphie with will work, so he keeps an eye on Lucifer throughout the party, anticipating his humiliation. However, his eyes still seem to be trained on you. He follows your every move. Even when he’s talking to Diavolo, he still finds a second to follow your figure.

The only ballsy mf who steals you away multiple times throughout the night. It’s partly because he’s jealous, and partly because he wants you too much to hold back (and it scratches his exhibitionist kink), but he’s cautious until after he’s certain that Luke has gone to bed. After that, all bets are off. He’ll be all over you just behind a pillar in an open hallway – with barely enough room to obscure you and some of his body.

Gifts – giving: Sorry to be back on this foot fetish Mephisto HC but Shoes. Whatever style you’re into, he will get the perfect shoe designed for you. I’m talking more than one person is involved with the design and creation of these shoes. They will be custom made. You will not be able to find them in even the fanciest shops. They’ll be incredibly comfortable, too. If you are able to walk comfortably, they’ll probably include at least a slight platform or heel. He will even drop to one knee and offer to put them on for you. Additionally, he would make some kind of affectionate gesture while he’s down there (probably grabs your calf and brings his lips to your shin or thigh – depending on your height, mostly). Perhaps needless to say, he’s on the “gives gifts in private” team. Mephisto might also present you with jewelry: necklaces, bracelets, and for obvious reasons anklets. No surprises here, but it’s for similar possessive reasons as some of the others.

Gifts – receiving: If you can procure a bottle of Demonus that this man has not managed to get his hands on, not only will he be impressed, but he’ll be so delighted that he will kiss you on the spot and want to try the bottle with you right away. Other than that, you could flip the script and buy him shoes. He’ll be a mess, his cheeks hot and flushed, as you help him slip them on. You could also get him a custom cane. Mephisto probably wouldn’t use it daily though. Adorably, he would designate it for special occasions just because you gave it to him. I’m half joking, but collar him, please. Just imagine his precious face when you tighten the collar around his neck and pet his head and maybe attach the collar to a leash. “Are you trying to claim me?” “You mean I don’t already own you, Mephisto?” “. . . is the door locked?”

A/N: Congratulations on making it all the way down here. Hi. Anyway. I'm going to extend requests for the 1 year flash request event (more details here) for at least another day since I only have 3 requests so far, which is a bit of a bummer, but I'll still be starting with SFW stuff tomorrow. Please feel free to join if you feel like getting a short request. (Also, for real, the past few months/years? have been just bad globally, so I figure it might be nice to write some stuff that might make people feel something good for a while.)

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deadlypromethium · 1 month ago

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Gravity Falls

Relationship: Wendy/Female reader

Word count: 7,615

Chapter title: The Legend of the Gobblewonker

What a good morning this is turning out to be. Nothing has tried to kill any of you, and you get pancakes and a show.

You watch as Dipper and Mabel hold opposing maple syrup bottles, ready for a classic Pines tradition.

Mabel is holding a Sir Syrup bottle as her challenger. "Are you ready for the ultimate challenge?"

Meanwhile, team Dipper is holding a Mountie Man bottle. "I'm always ready!"

They shake their bottles at each other before Mabel declares the war. "Then you know what this means!"

You all laugh before yelling in unison. "Syrup race!" They tip their syrup bottles back. You watch in anticipation to see who will be crowned the winner.

"Come on, Y/N, root for me," Dipper and Mabel say, trying to get you on their side.

"You guys know I stay neutral," you laugh.

"Go, Sir Syrup!" Mabel cheers. Dipper, not to be outdone, yells an opposing cheer for his bottle. "Go, Mountie Man!"

They both start chanting in sync. "Go! Go!"

Dipper continues shouting, "Go! Go!" while Mabel taps the bottom of her bottle, causing the syrup to drip onto her tongue.

Mabel suddenly breaks into a coughing fit, struggling to speak between coughs. "Yes! I won!"

"Good job, Sparkles, but tomorrow you have to take on me!" you laugh, patting her back to help with the coughing.

Dipper, having moved on after his loss, picks up the newspaper. "Ho ho, no way! Hey guys, check this out."

You and Mabel glance over at the newspaper. Mabel squeals and gasps. "Human-sized hamster balls? I'm human-sized!"

"That would be cool. We could smash them into each other!" you laugh, agreeing with Mabel.

Dipper groans before pointing to a monster photo contest ad. "No, no, guys. This. We see weirder stuff than that every day! We didn't get any photos of those gnomes, did we?"

You shake your head. "Nope, just memories. And this beard hair," Mabel chuckles, holding up a beard hair.

You and Dipper glance at each other, confused. "Why did you save that?" you ask.

Mabel just shrugs and hums.

Stan walks in, carrying another newspaper. Why are there two sets of newspapers in the house today? "Good morning, knuckleheads. You guys know what day it is?"

Dipper looks around, trying to think of something. "Um... Happy anniversary?" he guesses.

Mabel, ever the hype man, immediately gets excited. "Mazel tov!"

You look at Stan, confused. "Don't you have to be dating someone to have an anniversary?"

Stan grunts and whacks Dipper's head with the newspaper, then yours. You chuckle as Dipper's hat falls over his eyes. "It's Family Fun Day, genius!" Stan says with an eye roll as he walks over to the fridge, sniffs the milk, and puts it back. "We're cutting off work and having one of those bonding-type deals."

All of you stare at Grunkle Stan skeptically, remembering the last time you engaged in "family bonding."

Last time, Grunkle Stan told you guys you'd be painting as a family. Little did you know, "painting" was code for making counterfeit money. On the bright side, you all got better at drawing presidents, including Mabel, who still draws Ben Franklin like a woman.

On the downside, all four of you got thrown into the county jail. First time for everything, right?

Dipper voices your thoughts. "Grunkle Stan, is this gonna be anything like our last family bonding day?"

Mabel's face drops as she shudders at the memory. "The county jail was so cold."

Stan shrugs. "All right, maybe I haven't been the best summer caretaker. But I swear, today we're gonna have some real family fun. Now, who wants to put on some blindfolds and get into my car?"

You open your mouth to protest, but the twins’ shouts drown you out. "YAY!"

Dipper catches on to what was just said. "Wait, what?"

Grunkle Stan laughs as he walks behind you and starts blindfolding all of you, one by one. "Don't worry about it. Now come on." He shoves you all toward the door.

"This is starting to feel like a bad idea," you whisper to Dipper and Mabel as Grunkle Stan pushes you into the backseat of the car.

Grunkle Stan waits until he hears the click of your seat belts before driving off to his undisclosed location. You grab onto your siblings as you hear the radio change and the tires screech.

Dipper, agreeing with your statement, sighs as the car jerks hard to the side. "Whoa whoa! Blindfolds never lead to anything good."

"Wow! I feel like all my other senses are heightened. I can see with my fingers!" Mabel exclaims, rubbing Dipper's face as they both laugh.

The moment is interrupted when the car slams into a bump at full speed. The three of you fly into the air before smacking back into your seats.

"Whoa! Grunkle Stan, are you wearing a blindfold?" Dipper asks, confused by the wild jolting.

Stan laughs at the thought. "Ha ha. Nah, but with these cataracts, I might as well be. What is that, a woodpecker?"

Suddenly, you hear a crash and the crack of wood, as if the car just plowed through a guardrail. You all scream as the car speeds up even more after breaking through it.

"All right, we're here," Stan announces, parking the car and turning off the engine. Apparently, driving through guardrails gets you to your destination faster.

"Do you want us to get out or...?" you ask as you and the twins unbuckle your seat belts.

Stan sighs, opening the car doors. "Yes, obviously get out of the car, kids."

You all step out, standing outside still blindfolded, unsure of what to expect.

"Okay, okay. Open 'em up!" Stan says, excitement evident in his voice.

You pull off your blindfold, squinting as your eyes adjust to the light. "Ta-da! It's fishin' season!" Stan yells, posing triumphantly with one foot on a cooler, holding up fishing poles.

Behind Stan is a huge lake, with various families already out on the water in boats.

"Fishing?" Mabel asks, confused as she reads the sign.

"What're you playing at, old man?" Dipper questions skeptically.

Stan waves off the doubt. "You're gonna love it! The whole town's out here!"

You groan, already anticipating the scams Grunkle Stan might try to pull. "What are we going to do? Rob people? Steal their fish? Wait for them to leave their boats and take them?"

"It's fishing! Look around." Stan gestures toward the lake.

Sure enough, the whole town is there. You spot Lazy Susan trying to convince fish to jump into her frying pan, and Toby Determined snapping a picture of a man holding a huge fish, only to cause the man to fall into the lake, fish and all.

You continue scanning the crowd until you see a familiar face. "Oh hey, that's Wendy's family! I wonder if she's here." You smile at the thought of getting to hang out with Wendy.

Your smile falters as you watch Manly Dan and his sons engaging in their unique brand of "manly fishing," with Dan yanking fish out of the water and punching them repeatedly as his sons chant, "Dad! Dad! Dad!"

Tyler Cutebiker drives by in his boat, chanting "Get 'em! Get 'em!" as he watches the fish get pummeled.

Stan grins at the sight. "Now that's some quality family bonding!"

You cross your arms, raising an eyebrow at Grunkle Stan. "You want us to get in a boat and punch fish together?"

Dipper joins you in your doubt. "Grunkle Stan, why do you suddenly wanna bond with us?"

Stan rolls his eyes. "Come on, this is gonna be great! I've never had fishing buddies before. The guys from the lodge won't go with me—they don't 'like' or 'trust' me."

Mabel pulls you and Dipper close, whispering, "I think he actually wants to fish with us."

Stan, noticing your hesitation, moves to plan B: hats with your names on them. "Hey, I know what'll cheer you sad sacks up. Pow! Pines family fishing hats! That-that's hand-stitching, you know." Right on cue, the "L" on the "MABEL" hat peels off. "It's just gonna be you, me, and those goofy hats on a boat for ten hours!"

Dipper’s face turns horrified. "Ten hours?!"

Your brief moment of warmth for Grunkle Stan vanishes at Dipper’s words.

"Oh no," you mutter as you catch sight of something behind Stan.

Stan smiles and pulls out his favorite book, 1001 Yuk 'Em Ups. "I brought the joke book!"

Dipper and Mabel immediately launch into complaints. "No! NO!" "There has to be a way out of this."

The tension is broken when Old Man McGucket runs up, shouting, "I SEEN IT! I SEEN IT AGAIN!" He crashes into the dock, overturning things. "The Gravity Falls Gobblewonker! Come quick before it scrabdoodles away!"

Mabel smiles. "Awww... He's doing a happy jig!"

"Nooo! It's a jig of grave danger!" McGucket protests, continuing his rant.

His son, Tate McGucket, sprays him with water. "Hey, now what did I tell you about scaring my customers?"

Old Man McGucket protests, "But I got proof this time, by gummity!"

As McGucket points at his destroyed boat, you hear Dipper mutter, "Did you guys hear what that old dude said?"

Mabel mimics McGucket. "Aww, donkey spittle!"

"The other thing. About the monster," Dipper clarifies. "If we can snag a photo of it, we can split the prize. Imagine what you could do with five hundred dollars!"

You shrug, but Mabel gasps. "If we put our money together, we can get human-sized hamster balls!"

You laugh, excited. "Human-sized hamster ball smash!"

Mabel and you look at each other and agree. "Dipper, we are one million percent on board with this!"

"Grunkle Stan! Change of plans: we're taking that boat to Scuttlebutt Island to find that Gobblewonker!" Dipper declares.

The three of you chant, "Monster hunt! Monster hunt!"

"Monster hunt!" Old Man McGucket joins in, startling you all. You pause and stare at him before he backs away. "Eh... I'll go."

You look away from McGucket to Stan, who was busy boasting about his supposed fishing prowess, his line already cast dramatically into the water.

“I’m telling ya, this is the year I finally catch that lake monster,” Stan said, adjusting his fishing cap. He looked ridiculously proud of himself, reeling in his empty line as if he'd just made a big catch.

Mabel waves a plastic snake in the air, playing along. “Look! It’s the legendary water snake!” She teased, making both you and Dipper snicker.

Dipper was flipping through his journal, eyes narrowed in determination as he searched for clues about the supposed Gobblewonker. “If the monster’s real, we have to find it. There’s something here—something big,” he muttered.

The sound of a loud horn honking causes you to turn your head to see Soos pulling up to the dock in a huge boat named The S.S. Cool Dude, and he wasn’t alone.

Wendy sat on the edge of the boat, one leg casually hanging off as she waved lazily. "Heard you guys were going on a lake monster hunt. Couldn't resist tagging along," she said with a grin, her eyes meeting yours briefly before she turned to greet the others. You feel your face heat up at the thought that she specifically sought out you first.

“Wendy!” Mabel bounced in place, waving excitedly. “Did you come to help us catch the Gobblewonker?”

Wendy shrugged, smiling. “More like, I came to hang out and see if you guys actually find anything cool. Soos needed help with the boat anyway.”

Soos gave a thumbs-up from behind the wheel. “Yep, I’m basically the captain. Wendy’s the lookout—and she brought snacks!”

"Now we’re talking," Stan said, his eyes lighting up at the mention of snacks. But as he looked back at his own small rowboat, his smile faded as he realized what was happening. “Wait… You guys aren't actually thinking about going with them, right? We’ve got the Pines family fishing trip right here!”

Dipper, Mabel, and you glance at each other having a silent conversation. Stan’s boat looked less than promising, and the idea of spending hours listening to his joke book wasn't exactly thrilling. However, he seems exicted to spend the day with you guys just hanging out.

Dipper stepped forward, rubbing the back of his neck. "Actually, Grunkle Stan, we’re thinking of checking out the Gobblewonker first. For the money!" He held up the newspaper as if that explained everything.

Stan’s face twisted in irritation. “What?! You’re ditching me for that rust bucket?” He jabbed a thumb toward Soos’s boat. “Come on! Who needs monster hunting when you could be catching fish—with your favorite uncle!”

You could see the disappointment in his eyes, but the allure of adventure—and Wendy—was too strong to pass up. “Sorry, Grunkle Stan. We’ll join you for fishing after... maybe,” you offered weakly, but he didn’t look convinced.

Stan crossed his arms, grumbling. “Fine. Go ahead and chase some make-believe monster. But when you come back empty-handed, don’t expect me to share the fish I catch. And trust me—I’m gonna catch a lot.”

As you, Mabel, and Dipper clambered into Soos’s boat, you caught Wendy's eye, a grin forming on your lips. "So, you’re the lookout, huh? Guess that means I’ll have to sit next to you to make sure we don’t miss any monsters."

Wendy chuckled and patted the seat next to her. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You hopped in beside her, and she handed you a soda from her backpack. “Monster hunting requires proper hydration,” she said, smirking.

"Safety first," you joked, cracking open the can.

You watch as Dipper stands on the stern of the boat, with one foot on the guardrail. He adjusts the visor of his cap.

"Hoist the anchor!" Soos in response pulls up cinderblock anchor. "Raise the flag!"

Mabel holds up beach towel that was working as the flag. "We're gonna find that Gobblewonker!"

Dipper agrees shouting. "We're gonna win that photo contest!"

Soos looks between all of you. "Do any of you dudes have sunscreen?"

Everyone on the boat exchanges looks. "We're gonna... go get sunscreen!"

Mabel & Soos cheer as the boat moves. "Yay!"

As the boat chugged along the lake, Dipper was absorbed in his journal, mumbling about underwater caves and monster sightings. Wendy leaned over, watching with mild curiosity. "So, you really think this thing is out here?" she asked.

Dipper nodded. "There’s definitely something in this lake. I just know it."

Wendy glanced over at you, raising an eyebrow. “And what about you? Here for the monster, or just the adventure?”

You shrugged, a grin tugging at your lips. “A little of both. I mean, if we do find a lake monster, that’d make this summer even weirder. Just how I like it. If we don't we get to have a cool adventure.”

She laughed, leaning back as the boat continued across the lake. “Yeah, Gravity Falls is definitely full of weird, that’s for sure.”

You laugh, and go to respond but your conversation is cut short when Dipper starts yelling to gather everyone's attention.

Dipper starts pacing on the boat in front of all of you. "Alright. If we wanna win this contest, we've gotta do it right! Think. What's the number one problem with most monster hunts?"

Soos gets a horrifed look on his face, that looks like he wants to throw up. "You're a side character and you die within the first five minutes of the movie. Dude, am I a side character?! Do y'ever think about stuff like that?"

You and Wendy share a concerned glance and shake your heads no.

Dipper looks confused for a moment before waving off what Soos said. "No, no, no. Camera trouble! Say Bigfoot shows up."

Soos strikes a Bigfoot pose, where he is mid walk away but his attention is called. "I'm Bigfoot, dude."

Dipper starts speaking in a mock acting voice. "There he is! Bigfoot! Uh-oh, no camera! Oh, wait, here's one! Aw, no film! You see? You see what I'm, doing here?"

Soos shrugs, nodding in acknowledgment "Yeah. Dude's got a point."

Dipper grins when Soos agree with him. "That's why I bought seventeen disposable cameras! Two on my ankle, three in my jacket, two for each of you, three extras in this bag, and one... under my hat! There's no way we're gonna miss this. Okay everybody, let's test our cameras out"

You take your camera from Dipper, before looking over at Wendy. "Care to test our cameras out?"

"Sure, why not?" Wendy grins, taking the camera and casually aiming it at you. "Say cheese, dude!" She snaps a picture, then looks at the camera and shrugs.

"Nailed it. Probably. I mean, who even uses film anymore?" She tosses the camera in her hand lightly.

You smile at her as you take the other camera from Dipper, "Your turn."

"Yeah, sure, if you really want one." Wendy smirks, striking a mock-serious pose for a second before laughing it off. "But don’t expect me to look all fancy or anything. This is probably as good as it gets." She leans back against the side of boat, giving you her natural look unbothered.

You smile at the picture. "This is a good one, I'm just gonna..." You snap a picture of the photo with your phone and set it as her contact photo.

Wendy notices and smirks. "Oh yeah? That my new mugshot?" she teases, giving you a playful nudge.

Before you can respond, the sound of another camera flash going off draws your attention. Soos is taking a photo of himself but didn’t realize the flash was on, startling him.

"Aw, dude!" Soos shrieks, accidentally throwing the camera overboard.

Dipper smiles, his camera theory proving correct. "See? This is exactly why you need backup cameras. We still have sixteen!"

You shake your head as you watch Mabel throw a camera at a seagull flying overhead, shrieking about a bird, while Soos tosses two more cameras into the water.

"Fifteen!" Dipper calls out, having just noticed Mabel’s contribution to the chaos. "Okay, guys, I repeat: don’t lose your cameras!"

Soos looks confused. "Wait, lose the cameras?"

"Don't!" Dipper yells, his voice showing the first signs of frustration building.

Soos looks sheepish, looking between Dipper and the lake, scratching his head. "Dude, I just threw two away."

Dipper takes a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. "Thirteen! Okay, we still have thirteen cameras."

You mutter under your breath, knowing Dipper is nearing a frustration outburst "There it is," as Dipper accidentally crushes a camera in his hand.

"Twelve. We have twelve cameras," he mumbles, clearly irritated.

Mabel, spotting an opportunity to mess with him, grins. "So, what’s the plan? Throw more cameras overboard or what?"

Dipper’s expression turns stormy for a second, before he forces himself to calm down. "No! No. Okay. You'll be lookout. Soos, you steer. Y/N and Wendy, you guys are on lookout, and I’ll be captain."

You and Wendy glance at each other, sharing a smile. "Cool," you both say at the same time.

Soos shrugs, going back to steering. Meanwhile, Mabel scrunches up her face in annoyance. "What? Why do you get to be captain? What about Mabel, huh? Ma-bel! Ma-bel! Ma-bel!" She starts chanting, her voice rising playfully.

Dipper sighs, already seeing where this is going. "I’m not sure that’s a good idea."

"Why not?" Mabel protests, her chant dying out.

Before they can start bickering, you step in, hoping to keep the peace. "M.P., you can be co-captain."

Dipper shoots you a grateful look. "Yeah, you can be co-captain."

"Can I be associate co-captain?" Soos asks, genuine curiosity in his voice.

Mabel rubs her chin, pretending to consider it. "As co-captain, I authorize that request."

You nudge Wendy, leaning in. "Wanna be my co-captain of lookout with me?"

Wendy chuckles, giving you a mock salute. "Aye aye, co-captain." She’s clearly enjoying the lighthearted chaos.

Dipper clears his throat, trying to get everyone back on task. "All right, as captain, our first order of business is to lure the monster out with this." He gestures to the bait.

Soos stares at the bait for a moment, then gestures toward it. "Permission to taste some?"

"Granted," Dipper says.

"Permission co-granted," Mabel chimes in.

Soos nods, adding, "Permission associate co-granted." He licks the bait, immediately gagging and frantically wiping his tongue. "Dude, I don’t know what I expected that to taste like!"

You and the others burst out laughing, the absurdity of the situation mixing with the foul smell of the bait.

Coming down from the laughter, Dipper sighs. "Oh, Soos…"

The moment is interrupted as a thick fog suddenly starts creeping over the boat, cloaking everything in an ominous haze.

You cup your hands over your eyes, peering into the distance. "Scuttlebutt Island’s getting close. Well either that, or we’re about to hit something big."

Soos takes the initiative, shoveling fish food over the back of the boat while Dipper joins you and Wendy at the front, trying to see through the fog. Meanwhile, Mabel, is playing ventriloquist with a pelican perched on the boat.

Wendy leans in, her voice low. "Guess we’re on monster duty now, huh? Pretty sick team we got here." She says with a smirk, her smile cutting the tension feel.

"Yeah, the monster's don't stand a chance." You reply, matching her tone. "Glad I’ve got you on lookout with me."

She gives you a playful nudge with her elbow. "Just don’t let me be the one who spots the monster first, or you’ll owe me big."

You chuckle as the boat drifts closer to the island, your gaze shifting to Mabel, who is still playing with the pelican.

Mabel is moving the pelican's beak, mimicking a conversation. "Hey! How’s it going? It’s going awesome! Bow bow buh bow bow!"

You and Dipper shout over to her in unison, "Leave that thing alone!"

Mabel, undeterred, continues her pelican performance. "Aw, it don’t mind none. Hey, look, I’m drinking water!" She switches to singing. "Twinkle, twinkle, little—" Her song is abruptly cut off as she chokes on water, coughing, and the pelican flies away.

You stare at her making sure she is okay, before shaking your head at her antics.

"Dude, land’s getting close," Wendy says, drawing your attention back to the shore.

"Land! Land! Land!" You and Wendy shout as the boat approaches too quickly.

"On it, dudes!" Soos yells from the wheel trying to turn it, but it’s too late. The boat lurches to a sudden stop as it crashes into the island's shore.

You all cringe at the loud the boat makes upon impact with the island.

"Well, we didn’t come all this way to sit in the boat. Let’s go." You hop off and hold out your hand to help Wendy down. "M’lady."

Wendy grins, taking your hand. "Such a gentlewoman." She hops off lightly.

You help your siblings and Soos off the boat, and the five of you start into the foggy woods.

Mabel, Soos, and Dipper stick close together, since Dipper is the only one with a lantern, while you and Wendy rely on your phones for light.

"So," You say with a smile, "Did you think you'd be walking through creepy woods on your day off?"

Wendy laughs, pretending to think about it. "Oh, absolutely. This is exactly what I do on my days off."

You raise an eyebrow playfully. "Well, in that case, we should hang out more often. I do the same thing."

She grins, nudging you with her elbow. "Cool, I'd be down to hang out. But you don’t have to use creepy places as an excuse to hang out with me."

You’re about to respond when laughter from Soos and Mabel interrupts, as Soos covers part of a sign to make it read "Butt Island."

Mabel gasps, mock scandalized, before bursting into laughter. "Soos, you rapscallion! Hey! Why aren’t you laughing? Are you scared?" she teases Dipper.

"Pssh! Yeah, right! I’m not—" Dipper tries to dismiss her.

Mabel walks over, dead serious, and pokes him on the nose before blowing a raspberry. "Yeah, you are!"

Dipper jumps, fumbling the lantern, before it hits the ground as Mabel continues to poke at him. "Hey! Quit…! Stop! Mabel!"

Their teasing is cut short by a low growl echoing from somewhere deep in the woods. The eerie, empty forest makes it hard to tell exactly where it came from.

"Well, that's a bad sign," you mutter under your breath.

Wendy smirks beside you, seemingly unfazed. "Let’s go see what made that noise."

Soos hesitates. "I don't think that's a good idea..."

"Don’t be such a scaredy-cat, Soos." Wendy teases, giving him a light shove forward. You smile at the interaction.

Your smile fades as you notice something ruffling the bushes next to Dipper. You instinctively pull him away from the bush, holding your breath as you watch it closely.

The tension breaks when a possum darts out, grabs the lantern, and runs off.

The tension is released when a possum darts out from the bush and grabs the lantern before running away.

Dipper gasps as he points in the direction the possum ran. "Our lantern! Aww! I can't see anything!"

The earlier roar and now the loss of the lantern seem to have rattled Soos even more. "Dude, I dunno... Maybe this isn't worth it," Soos mutters nervously.

Dipper gasps dumbfounded that Soos could even think like that. "Not worth it? Guys, imagine what would happen if we got that picture!"

You offer Soos a comforting smile, patting him on the back. "It's okay, buddy. We'll be right here with you."

Soos not wanting to he left out jogs off after them. "All right, dudes, I'm comin'!"

Wendy turns to you, smirking. "You ready to see what we're dealing with?"

"Let's do it," you reply, smiling back.

As you walk alongside Wendy, she glances ahead and says, "How freaked out do you think they'd be if they realized we disappeared while they were so caught up in the investigation?"

You laugh at the thought. "They'd freak out for sure."

The conversation is cut short as you catch up to the others, where Soos is beatboxing, and Mabel raps along.

"My name is Mabel! It rhymes with table! It also rhymes with... glabel! It also rhymes with... shmabel!" Mabel declares.

Soos gives her a deadpan look. "Dude, we should be writing this down."

Suddenly, a louder, more ominous growl echoes through the woods, and a flock of birds flies overhead, fleeing the noise.

Dipper grins, his excitement growing. "This is it! This is it!"

Without hesitation, Dipper and Mabel exchange looks and bolt toward the sound, shouting in excitement.

Soos, not wanting to be left behind, grabs a stick and follows them into the fog. You and Wendy glance at each other, sharing a smile before trailing behind the others.

As you push forward through the fog, Soos suddenly stops the group, arms outstretched. You shoot him a confused look before he points toward the lake, where a large silhouette looms over the water.

You all duck behind a log for cover. "Everyone, get your cameras ready!" Dipper whispers excitedly.

You pull out your waterproof camera and, following Dipper's lead, leap from behind the log, snapping photos—only to realize the silhouette is just a wrecked boat overrun with beavers.

You laugh at the absurdity, but the mood shifts as Dipper stares at the boat in disappointment. "But... what was that noise, then? I heard a monster noise!"

As if on cue, the "monster noise" sounds again—a beaver is chewing on a rusty old chainsaw.

Soos however, exicted by the prospect of a beaver, takes a picture of it. "Sweet! Beaver with a chainsaw."

Dipper sighs with a forlorn expression on his face as he sits down on a big rock that's resting in the lake near the cliff. "Maybe that old guy was crazy after all."

You take a seat next to him and ruffle his hair trying to cheer him up. "It's okay M.P. even if we didn't find a lake monster I'm sure we can find another one!"

Mabel, comes over to also try and cheer him up, adds, "He did use the word 'scrapdoodle.'"

"Dude cheer up, come enjoy this cool beaver." Wendy calls beckoning you guys over.

Sure enough, Soos is snapping pictures, coaching the beaver as if it was a supermodel. "Ooh, yeah! Work it! Nice! Give me another one of those!"

Dipper sighs, as he sits staring out over the lake. "What're we gonna say to Grunkle Stan? We ditched him over nothing." Frustrated he picks up and stone and throws it into the lake.

Your comfort is cut short as you feel the rock you are sitting on start to violently shake causing you and Dipper to slip into the water. "Hey, hey, whoa, whoa!"

As you struggle to get out, Wendy grabs your arm, helping pull you up onto the cliff. You both turn just in time to see the massive underwater silhouette of the Gobblewonker swimming away.

Dipper quickly pulls out his camera and starts taking pictures. "This is it! Come on! This is our chance!" He glances back at Soos, Mabel, and Wendy with a confused look as they start backing up. "What's wrong with you guys?"

You glance behind Dipper as you see the Gobblewonker robot swimming back towards the island and begins to rise as Mabel and Soos speak. "Dipper...?" "Dude...?"

Dipper rolls his eyes at their hesitancy. "It's not that hard. Just point and shoot." He turns to take another photo but freezes when he realizes the Gobblewonker is right in front of him.

The monster roars, causing Dipper to drop his camera. You quickly yank him toward you as everyone scrambles to run.

The thunderous stomps shake the ground as the Gobblewonker chases you all. You hear a loud crack before seeing a tree topple over, nearly hitting Dipper and Mabel. You move to tackle them out of the way, but Dipper lunges and pulls Mabel along with him, rolling out of danger. They continue to run, dodging falling trees, and eventually catch up with the rest of you.

Soos yells over to you guys, "Get back to the boat! HURRY!" The Gobblewonker snaps at Mabel, who quickly hops onto Soos's back.

"M.P., RUN!" You yell as Dipper turns around and aims the camera at the Gobblewonker, but trips over a root, dropping the camera. "The picture!" He yells before running back to the camera.

You let out a sigh of relief as Soos runs up and grabs Dipper. "Dude, if it makes you feel any better, I got tons of pictures of those beavers, man!"

Even though he almost died Dipper is still aggregated about the picture. "WHY WOULD THAT MAKE ME FEEL BETTER?!"

"M.P. now is not the time, we can worry about that later." You yell over at Dipper annoyed at his disregard for his own safety. He sighs in response but knows better than to argue.

You push yourself to speed up and hop on the boat so you can help the others onboard. Soos jumps onto the boat at full speed, causing it to rock backward into the water, and runs towards the helm. "Let's get outta here, dudes!"

Dipper, seeing his chance to try again, smiles as he pulls out another camera. "All right! This is it!" You hear the camera click as he tries to take a picture. "Cracked lens?! Soos! Get a photo!"

Soos seeing the more pressing issue of the literal monster trying to kill you all starts throws five out of the six cameras at the monster.

Dipper looks livid at his actions. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Soos sends him a reassuring smile before holding up the last camera. "Oh! I still got one left! Don't worry, dude!" He throws the camera to Dipper but misses, hitting the wall and breaking the camera with a crunch.

Dipper looks frantically between the smashed camera and the Gobblewonker. He turns to you and Wendy, waving his arms. "Can one of you guys take the picture?"

Wendy shrugs, patting her pockets to show they’re empty. "Sorry, dude. I gave my camera to Soos."

Dipper groans, then looks at you with a hopeful expression. You smile and pull a camera out of your pocket.

The Gobblewonker disappears as it dives into the water, chasing after the boat. Soos steers the ship forward, trying to outrun it.

Dipper starts to yell as the Gobblewonker gets closer. "Go, go, go, go, go! SOOS! BEAVERS!"

You brace for impact as the boat crashes into an beaver dam, sending beavers flying everywhere, biting at the boat and crew.

You rush to help Dipper as beavers bite at his hat. You yank the hat off his head, frantically shaking it until the beaver flies off. Smiling, you hand the hat back to him.

You catch a beaver as it flies at your face and toss it back overboard. Soos screams as a beaver bites him. "Ah, beavers! Oh no!"

Mabel is busy shaking a beaver off of her arm, while another beaver lunges at Soos, who stumbles away from the wheel. Mabel runs over to take control on the wheel, steering away from the crash course the boat was set to have against the Gobblewonker.

You glance over at Wendy to make sure she's okay; she’s busy trying to remove a beaver from the bow of the boat. Dipper races to the side of the boat, attempting to dislodge a beaver that’s gnawing on it.

You run over to Soos, who’s running in circles, crying in pain as a beaver clings to his face. "Soos, stand still!" you yell, finally cornering him. You make as much noise as possible, trying to scare the beaver into letting go.

Eventually, the beaver releases, and you toss it into the water. Looking up, you spot the S.S. Cool Dude speeding through a peaceful part of the lake, where people are quietly fishing—until the Gobblewonker speeds past, overturning their boats.

There's no time to dwell on that as the Gobblewonker swipes at your boat, knocking the control cabin off with a loud crunch.

Mabel who was paying more attention to where the boat was heading to. "Aah! Look out!"

Glancing behind you, you spot a man transporting a glass sheet over the water by boat with another man. "Easy... easy..." you hear him say, followed by the sound of glass shattering and the man yelling as your boat speeds away. "My glass!"

Mabel starts freaking out as the boat barrels toward a dead end. "WHERE DO I GO?!"

Everyone starts to freak out at the impeding impact of the dead end. The only brightside is that you guys are already wearing life jackets. Dipper pulls out the journals and quickly flips through pages. "Um... uh... GO INTO THE FALLS! I think there might be a cave behind there!"

Mabel looks over at him in disbelief. "MIGHT BE?!"

You all scream as the boat plunges through the waterfall, drenching everyone in cold water. It crashes into the cave behind the falls, and with a violent shake, you’re flung off the boat, slamming into the hard ground.

"Ow," you mutter, echoed by several groans from the others as they get up. As you stand, you notice the Gobblewonker swimming into the cave. You flinch as a loud boom echoes when it gets stuck in the cave entrance.

Mabel jumps up and cheers, seeing the immediate threat halted. "It's stuck!"

Dipper joins in the excitement, cheering until he realizes the opportunity in front of him. "Ha ha! Yeah! Wait... it's stuck?" He starts patting himself down frantically, searching for a camera. "Y/N?!"

You smile, reaching into your pocket for your camera, only for the smile to drop when you feel broken pieces of plastic. "I'm sorry, M.P. It must have broken when those beavers rained down on us. Wait, you can use my phone!"

You toss your phone to Dipper, who fumbles the catch but manages to grab it. "It's dead! The picture!"

Mabel strolls over to Dipper, smiling. Mid-panic, she lifts his hat to reveal one last camera underneath. "Boop."

Dipper relaxes as he laughs and takes severval pictures of the robot.

Mabel starts trying to a peak at the camera. "Didja get a good one?"

Dipper, finally excited that something went his way, celebrates. "THEY'RE ALL GOOD ONES!" he shouts, hugging Mabel, then running over to hug you.

You laugh, hugging him back, knowing how thrilled he must be. Mabel starts yelling something about a hamster ball and how you guys will be racing in no time.

The Gobblewonker, clearly frustrated at being stuck, lets out one last loud roar, its echo bouncing around the cave. The reverberation must have shaken something loose, because suddenly a large rock dislodges from the ceiling and falls with a loud mechanical crunch, smashing into the Gobblewonker’s head.

You and Dipper exchange a look, apparently the only ones to notice. You both approach the fallen Gobblewonker. "What the...?" Dipper mutters, touching its side. "Huh?"

"What is it?" You ask, also reaching out to touch the "monster." "It feels... like really cold metal?" you say, confused by the sensation.

Mabel seeing your guys confusion . "What's wrong?"

Dipper steps up onto the Gobblewonker and knocks on it, producing a hollow metallic sound. He glances at you, then up at the top of the Gobblewonker. You move and give him a boost to the top.

Soos watches as Dipper pulls himself onto the top of the Gobblewonker’s head. "Careful, dude!"

Dipper groans, continuing to climb. "I’ve got this! Hold on!" He disappears over the side of the Gobblewonker. "Hey, guys! Come check this out!"

Everyone gathers in front of the Gobblewonker, where you discover a handle. You reach out, turning it, and steam hisses out as the trapdoor opens. More steam pours out as you wave your hand to clear it.

Your jaw drops as you see Old Man McGucket inside, frantically moving levers.

McGucket glances up at you all, still hard at work. "Work the bellows and the... Eh? Aww, banjo polish!"

Dipper is the first to break through the confusion, but he's still dumbfounded. "Wha— Yo— You?! You made this? W-w-why?"

McGucket sighs, looking down with a mix of embarrassment and sadness. "Well, I... I just wanted attention."

Wendy speaks up. "Dude, that’s still not an explanation."

McGucket sighs again. "Well, first I hootenannied up a biomechanical brain wave generator, and then I learned to operate a stick-shift with ma beard!"

Mabel, still confused, gestures her hand. "Okay, yeah. But why did you do it?"

McGucket looks down again. "Well, when you get to be an old fella like me... My own son hasn’t visited me in months! So I figured maybe I’d catch his fancy with a fifteen-ton aquatic robut!" He chuckles but then sighs. "In retrospect, it seems a bit contrived. You just don’t know the lengths us old-timers go for a little quality time with family."

You and the twins glance at the fishing hats Grunkle Stan gave you, sighing as guilt hits you all.

Soos, finding the irony amusing, chuckles. "Dude, I guess the real lake monster is you three. Heh, heh! Sorry, that just, like—boom—popped into my head."

Wendy lightly smacks Soos’s arm. "Dude, they already feel bad."

Mabel turns to McGucket. "So, did you ever talk to your son about how you felt?"

McGucket sighs, staring down. "No, sir. I got to work straight on the robut!" He pushes a button on the console, and a projector shows the blueprints for the Gobblewonker. "I made lots of robuts in my day!" He pushes the button again, and it shows a newspaper with a robot pterodactyl breathing fire on a town, labeled "Chaos." "Like when my wife left me, and I created a homicidal pterodactyl-tron."

He laughs, pressing the button again to show a picture of a man. "When my pal Ernie didn’t come to my retirement party." He presses it again, revealing another newspaper headline, "Disaster," showing a large robot terrorizing a town. "And I constructed an eighty-ton SHAME BOT THAT EXPLODED THE ENTIRE DOWNTOWN AREA!"

He laughs maniacally. "Well, time to get back to work on my death ray!" He ducks back into the Gobblewonker, construction noises filling the air. He sticks his hand out. "Any of you kids got a screwdriver?"

Dipper, looking annoyed, pulls out his camera. "Well, so much for the photo contest."

You tap his arm. "It’s okay, M.P. We can always try to pass off something from Grunkle Stan’s shop for the contest. The townsfolk seem to believe anything."

Dipper chuckles as Mabel walks over. "You still have one roll of film left."

Dipper glances at her, confused. "Whaddaya wanna do with it?"

Mabel grins, gesturing back to the boat. "Let’s go make some memories with Grunkle Stan!"

You all cheer as you climb onto the boat, helping everyone else up. You move to your stations, getting the boat out of the cave and back onto the lake. Grunkle Stan turns out to be only about five minutes away.

The S.S. Cool Dude pulls up alongside Grunkle Stan’s boat.

Dipper peeks over the side. "Hey! Over here!" He snaps a photo of Stan, whose confused look melts into annoyance.

"What the— Kids? I thought you two were off playing ‘Spin the Bottle’ with Soos!"

You roll your eyes, laughing. "Cheer up, old man. We’re here to bother you."

Dipper chuckles. "Yeah, we spent all day trying to find a ‘legendary’ dinosaur."

Mabel laughs. "But we realized the only dinosaur we wanna hang out with is right here."

Grunkle Stan momentarily loses the annoyed look before replacing it. "Save your sympathy! I’ve been having a great time without ya! Makin’ friends, talkin’ to my reflection—I had a run-in with the lake police! Now I gotta wear this ankle bracelet, so that’ll be fun."

Dipper lets out a playful sigh. "So... I guess there isn’t room in that boat for five more?"

Stan pauses, glaring at you, Dipper, and Mabel. You all smile, putting on your hats.

Stan’s expression softens into a smile. "You knuckleheads ever seen me thread a hook with my eyes closed?"

Dipper laughs. "Five bucks says you can’t do it!"

Stan grins. "You’re on!"

You grin, seizing the opportunity. "Five more bucks says you can’t hook a fish that’s in someone else’s boat!"

"How do you think I got this ankle monitor? You’re on!" Stan laughs.

You laugh as you climb down onto the boat, helping Dipper in as well.

Mabel giggles, wanting to add to the betting pool. "Five more bucks says you can’t do it with your eyes closed, plus me singing at the top of my lungs!"

Stan laughs. "I like those odds!" You help Mabel, Soos, and Wendy climb into the Stanowar. Stan notices the state of Soos's shirt. "Whoa! What happened to your shirt?"

Soos shrugs. "Long story, dude."

Dipper pulls out the camera. "All right, everybody get together. Say ‘Fishing!’"

You all crowd in. "Fishing!" you yell as the picture is taken.

You spend the rest of the day taking pictures and enjoying quality time together.

Later, you look through the camera gallery, seeing the photos: Mabel covering Stan’s eyes as he tries to thread a hook; Stan reading jokes while Mabel and Soos laugh; Dipper holding his first fish; you and Dipper trying to tie a fishing hook; Stan posing with his hand in his vest; Stan and Mabel stealing fish from Smabel and her grandfather; you smiling at Wendy with a fish on your head as she laughs; you and the twins tipping the boat; you and Stan fake-wrestling over a huge fish.

Your all-time favorite photo: you, Dipper, Mabel, and Stan driving away from the lake police.

As you pack up the boat to head home, it briefly shakes.

"Whoa!" Mabel says, steadying herself.

Dipper looks around, confused. "What was that?"

You and Mabel shrug and continue packing.

#wendy corduroy #female reader #gravity falls #x reader #fem reader #reader insert

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tahri-nhupuju · 2 years ago

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Time for me to fully write out my timeline of "When did each Scion figure out Tahri and Y'shtola Had Feelings for one another. (Number 3 WILL surprise you!)"

Basically, this is a thing I've had in my head for a while that's pretty central to Tahri and how I write her, so I figured I should put it up on my, y'kow, Tahri blog.

So! First to realize Something Was Up was Thancred, who caught on during the ARR Patches. However, since this was Pre-Shadowbringers Thancred, and there wasn't really that much there yet, he just kind of assumed they were thirsty and needed to bang, and didn't think much more about it.

Second was Urianger, who caught on shortly after Tahncred, and was the first to realize there may be more than just hormones at play.

Third is actually Alphinaud. You would think Mr. Socially Oblivious himself would be among the last, but actually he Picked Up The Vibes not long after Urianger, and instead instantly assumed that they were dating. When presented with evidence to the contrary, he also straight up just asked Y'shtola "Wait, I thought you and Tahri were dating?" And she dismissed the idea, playing off their playful flirting as A Miqo'te Thing he wouldn't understand. Which it actually pretty much was at the time, since Y'shtola had picked up on just how traditional a Keeper Tahri was (i.e. no care for -and an active disdain of- monogamy as a concept and 100% down for some casual flirting between gal pals) and how autistic she was (would not even try to read into it anyway). He then 100% bought that excuse, and blindly stuck to it despite all the evidence that things had changed between them.

Then, Papalymo, who was trying (and failing) to teach Tahri magic at the time caught on, which meant Lyse caught on. And then it was just a hop, a skip, and a jump until the other scions knew. Most importantly, Minfilia. Who grew worried that if anyone tried to intervene in this blossoming romance, it might backfire and push the Warrior Of Light, Champion of Eorzea, Eikonslayer, all that jazz, away from the Scions.

Tataru had the solution.

She swiftly set up a betting pool, and "invited" everyone to join, on the caveat that any interference would forfeit your bet, as well as the bets of whoever else won because of it. Thus was equilibrium maintained.

Things stayed like that for a while; Moenbryda joined the betting pool immediately, and Tataru didn't even have time to mention it to Krile before she asked about it and placed her first bet.

Alisae was strongarmed into joining, otherwise she would have snapped at them to Just Kiss Already by the first week as a full Scion.

Fast-forward to Shadowbringers, and this is when Tahri and Y'shtola themselves figure out they do in fact have feeling for one another. Shortly after their reunion in Rak'tika in fact.

For Y'shtola the revelation came when she realized she felt somewhat let down by the reunion, thought about it, and realized what was so underwhelming: Seeing Tahri again should have felt like coming home. Not this massive misunderstanding and the awful truth of what was happening to her soul.

For Tahri, it was shortly after that, when she found herself a little sad to meet "Master Matoya", and see how different Y'shtola was now. Then the relief of seeing her let her guard down when they were in the shelter of her home, and realizing that it was still the same Y'shtola sheknew and loved.

But of course, there were more important things to deal with, and this wasn't the time, and other bad excuses that they both come to regret come Amaurot. But by then it's Too Late, and neither wants to burden the other with a confession.

And then it's over, and they have to find a way back home, and neither of them want to be so selfish as to bring it up.

And then Elidibus happens. And spirits Y'shtola away. And Tahri doesn't know if she's still alive or not, and she is forced to run a gauntlet of every foe she ever fought, and she has to kill her own friends! And then she fights Elidibus, wearing Aardberts corpse, telling herself that Y'shtola has to be alive. He has to be telling the truth. He wouldn't sink so low as to have her kill the real Y'shtola in the guise of an illusion, right?

Right?

So she's beating the shit out of him, tempers flaring, her Inner Beast raging, and then Y'shtola walks in.

And basically just goes "Are you two done, we need to talk- Yes, I escaped my bonds the moment I woke up, now shut up and listen!" And then proceeds to call Elidibus out so hard that the Emissary of Zodiark runs away with his tail behind his legs shouting "You don't understand me!"

And she's not just fine, but triumphant. And so casual about the whole affair. And deduces how Tahri came here, and states plain as day that she intends to ride Elidibus' portal back down to the bottom of the sea to get her things back.

And Tahri just looks at her.

And when Y'shtola asks her what's on her mind, she doesn't even think before blurting out "Can I kiss you?"

And Y'shtola said "I thought you'd never ask." And then she kisses her.

They emerge from Amaurot holding hands, and are met by a chorus of "Fucking Finally!" from the others, except Ryne and G'raha, who didn't know (Ryne kind of had her own shit to worry about, and G'raha was too caught up in his own crush on Tahri to even notice).

Then of course, a lot of things happen, but nothing relevant to this post. Until after the Scions return to Etheirys after the Endwalker falls.

Because when they all recoup after dying and saving the world, Thancred jokingly suggests giving Tahri and Yshtola some time alone. And Estinien asks "Why?"

And they realize he has somehow not noticed, being the last Scion to Realize.

#ffxiv #endwalker spoilers #ffxiv oc #recitation > excogitation #y'shtola x wol #tahri nhupuju #tahri x y'shtola #excuse the rambling format #I just had to get it out #also I just had Too Much caffeine

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krillest1 · 3 days ago

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Week 10: A Text of Unknowing

ENTRANCE Another week, as they say, in paradise. Mine was also spent in solitude. I saw family a couple of times this week, and ate a couple of happy and conversation-filled dinners with them. The rest of the week, however, was marked by solitude. I haven't been around people in a couple of weeks(?), and things are starting to get a little weird. Oh well, I'll have more than my fill of people once I start working again. I spent a good chunk of money this week, which has been weighing on me. I also watched a lot of "Armored Trooper Votoms", which is pretty solid. Nicotine cravings are back, and while I haven't had any using dreams or anything, it's obnoxious to feel that weight at the base of my brain. I've given up on dating apps again, which I think is for the best. I cannot navigate interpersonal relationships at the moment, and the person of my dreams would not be into me (or, probably, on a dating app). This sounds negative, but I have been practicing gratitude in unknowing, which has saved me at a couple of points this week from that too-familiar late fall melancholy.

THE TEXTS IN QUESTION I forewent a segue, excuse me. This week I tried to read "Conics," by Apollonius. The version I got (ripped off the internet) did not have diagrams, so I was thrown into a purely linguistic description of cones, hyperbolas, ellipses, whatever. That, paired with my general dimwittedness, made for an extremely interesting experience. I was reading words, and I was sketching partial diagrams in my head, but I was met at all sides and in all times by discontinuity, and by unknowing. It was interesting to get glimpses of the white belly of some interesting thing, some logical consistency, before losing it all again. The surface level take-aways were 3: (1) I would not read, if all reading was like this for me. (2) I am pretty dumb and (3) There are things that are so complicated in this world, that I will never understand them. While (3) could be a cause for concern, I find it kind of comforting, to be taken up in my unknowing. After reflection, and finishing "Conics," however, I realized that a lot of my life is spent interpreting texts I don't really understand. The other classic example, from my immediate life, is my ritual morning podcast. I listen to 10 minutes of a German or Spanish podcast every morning, to try and ram some language into my head. This experiment has been unsuccessful. It is, in a similar way to "Conics", an experience with some slippery thing. I cannot quite grasp what's being said, and I don't really learn; instead, I am found in my weakness/in my unknowing. The last, and most stretched interpretation I do is not textual in the traditional sense. People, a class which I cannot understand no matter how hard I try, dredge up similar slippery feelings. My connections with others are tenuous at best, and onerous at worst. I, for example, met someone (a friend, my life is, has been, and will be devoid of romance) who I felt understood me well. I acted as though I knew them, and we talked regularly for a year or two. I did something wrong, or something, and we had a not-quite-falling-out. I haven't seen this person in a while, and I likely won't ever talk to them again. I've spent a lot of time ruminating on why this not-quite-falling-out happened, to what extent it was my fault, and the types of lessons I should learn. My only take away has been that I cannot interpret things such that I have a take away. People, the things we do and say and feel, are totally opaque to me.

TEXT I've strayed from the topic at hand, kind of. What is it about text itself that threw me into unknowing? Before jumping in: I have spent a lot of my life crafting narratives about how smart I am, how I could do whatever if I really put my mind to it, and how people would like me if I approached them. Text puts most of these things to the test, and I often come up short. When I encounter something really complicated, or new, or tricky, I find that I cannot make sense of it. This not-knowing is a pretty uncomfortable thing. It makes me feel dumb, and since I think most things bottom out at feeling good, and being/experiencing the interesting makes me feel good, it makes me feel bad. Text is kind of inescapable, in that way. We can ignore the text, or skim over the top of it, but if I'm really reading I cannot escape being caught in my unknowing. I don't know how unique this is. I think what sets me apart from most people is how quickly I bump into my limit. Limit here refers to a (fuzzy, probably) delineation between sense and nonsense. I could have dumped quadruple the amount of time I spent on "Conics" into the text, and not gotten much more out of it than I did. I could have tried to sketch out those damned lines and ellipses, but I can't draw and I was mis-imagining them. My world is a close and limited one. This is, in some ways, a very frustrating experience. I would like to be smart, and to make sense of things in a consistent way. I, however, am not and cannot do this. That means that I'm always bumping into the edge. My world is close enough that I'm surrounded by edges. Edge here has two meanings/imaginings i.e. the edge of a cliff, some clear ending, and the point at which a contiguous thing is bent or folded. I don't know which I'm experiencing here; maybe it doesn't matter, but I like that fuzziness is even reflected in my language. I am working on not fetishizing being smart/capable/strong as much. I am grateful in (not for) my unknowing as I get to trace edges, and I get to see half-lit landscapes, and I get to feel something strange. <= That's not quite right, I think we like the strange too much, but I get to see things in a dysfunctional way. Deleuze says the idiot is not in error, but that they bring up their ground with them, in thought. I am not well-read enough in German Idealism to make sense of this, but I like that the idiot is not relegated to a role of lack.

DIE WELT We are not engaged with text as often as we once were, or the texts we are engaged with do not demand interpretation in the same way a book does. I have spent a shitton of time on the internet, which means I've engaged with the text-image-video-comment( a unique type of text) assemblage ad naseum. I think that text presents itself in a different way on social media. Instead of being something which confronts us, and which demands interpretation, it is open to any interpretation. A meme, or a copypasta, refers to some larger community but can circulate through many different communities. The language of the incel has become mainstream, and the text itself around that is smooth. We don't really confront it. There are, to be fair, the occasional screes that demand our intention, but I skim them. Text, in short, does not demand interpretation when it's presented online. I think this may have something to do with the structure of social media itself. There is no continuity between what comes before and what comes after; in a book, (especially one like "conics") one thing interpolates the next, and demands care. The internet is not structured for this type of experience. There are, to be fair, books that are structured a little bit like this but, and I feel silly even typing this out, a book is a bound thing. Interpretation is limited, in some way, by the thing-itself. The internet is, for all intents and purposes, boundless. Things may be interpolated, but not in a consistent way. What's the effect here? I, personally, have become a fragmented thing maybe because I have dealt with so many fragments. I cannot understand people because I look at them as fragments, or lacunary, as the internet taught me. Who knows. I definitely have no friends. More broadly, I think the internet shows us that we can build all sorts of arbitrary structures. Have you ever tried netstalking? There were a few different tools to do this, back in the day, but it would functionally take some website (I was partial to image searches on bing and imgur) and, often using random numbers, deliver you a random sampling of said website/image bank/whatever. These random samplings lent themselves to all sorts of interesting constructions. This was an inbetween text, one which I constructed but also forced me to find my limit (which are, as we've established, close). I can imagine some sort of perfect net-stalking, by which every object (what constitutes an object? Already, problems) online is given a unique number and some random (ok, ok, there is no truly random thing, give it a rest determinists) process makes constructs out of these objects. To archive, or to create an archive, ends up being the goal. I'd like to use the archive as a lynchpin to understand myself, text, others etc., but I am out of time for the week

EXEUNT I had a different topic in mind this week, which was more intimate etc. I read an op-ed online, however, and they mentioned that we have an almost pornographic obsession with intimacy online, or something, and that made me re-evaluate some things. I'm not sure, honestly, why I've done this for 2.5 months. I find it embarrassing, and I think the types of people I would like to interact with would not find this interesting. Still, it's something to do and it forces me to think of something each week, I guess. This week was fine, despite what the intro sounds like. I have been spending a lot of time alone, but that time has been largely enjoyable. I think, really, that I'm scared that things will get bad again. I'm scared that I won't be able to get out of bed, and that I'll start smoking, and that I'll never feel ok again. There are social structures in place to avoid this sort of thing, but I can't access them (really). I am tired of being afraid, and I'm tired of carrying the weight of ego around. I'd like to let both go. I am having faith in gratitude in unknowing, and in that ground I dredge up whenever I speak. I am, in short, faithfully yours. Have a good week, love ya :)

#blogpost #netstalking #conics #text #unknowing

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captains-simp · 2 years ago

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Kate Bishop ~ A Little Push In The Right Direction

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dark!Kate X fem!Reader

Summary: after rejecting Kate time and time again, she's done being patient with you and decides to set you on a path that will lead you straight to her, even if you get a little hurt on the way

Warnings: drugging, memory loss, manipulation, gaslighting, isolation, hints of an innocence kink, strap on sex (r receiving), using a mirror for unholy things, praise, edging, degrading

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“If you wanted to show off to me Bishop you didn't have to ask me out to do it.” You quipped as the archer shot down the last target with a smug grin and placed the gun back down on the counter as the stand operator begrudgingly handed her the largest stuffed animal - a blue bear. She immediately turned to you and passed the obnoxious toy your way for you to take without any hesitation, unable to hide your glee at the present.

“I just wanted to make the most of this carnival before it packs up and leaves town.” She shrugged simply. “And I assumed winning you that would give me a good shot at a second date.” She stated less subtly, shooting you a small smirk as you made your way to the slushy stand to get your last fix of sugar for the night.

You hummed, eyes fixed in front of you to avoid her expecting ones. You had made it clear to Kate on numerous occasions that you didn’t want anything more than friendship with her. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Kate, you did. Quite a lot. But there had always been something about her that didn’t sit right with you. It was puzzling to you how she always got everything she wanted and you had an idea it had something to do with her entitled upbringing that you couldn’t help but envy. You were from two very different worlds and that intimidated you greatly. Not to mention her reputation as a player didn’t exactly assure you that she was girlfriend material. Kate was fun to be around and a good friend to have, but she wasn’t what you were looking for in a partner.

Kate herself had wondered if that was the reason she was bordering on infatuation with you. She got everything she wanted. Her money could buy her any materialistic thing she desired, no matter the legal limitations, her connections got her access to the majority of the things that money couldn’t and she had always been able to smooth-talk her way into any girl's pants. And there was you, rejecting her time and time again no matter how much easier she could make your life if you devoted it to her. She had tried to understand you and get to you from every angle, failing every time, so she was done doing things the traditional way.

Kate, of course, paid for the drinks despite your protests (one red and one blue) though just as she was filling up the last of your cup you heard an ear piercing shriek behind you and whipped around in a panic only to see a teenager running from her friend with a Michael Myers mask chasing her past the ghost train ride. You smiled at the site and turned back to Kate just in time for her to slip an unmarked empty packet back into her pocket and pass your drink to you with an innocent smile you soaked up.

You thanked her and the two of you began strolling through the large field, taking in your manic surroundings of the lively avent as you fell into easy conversation about Kate’s latest work as an Avenger, eventually letting details slip that you were pretty sure were confidential. It was entertaining to listen to the stories Kate told and you always looked forward to hearing the next but that night you found yourself suddenly drained of your energy and decided it was time to bring the date to its natural end having been out for a couple hours.

“Do you wanna come back to mine?” Kate asked as you arrived back at her car. “I could put on one of those cheesy rom-coms you love so much.” She suggested, though the easy smirk on her lips told you that movies weren’t the only thing on her mind. She took a bold step towards you and you backed yourself up against the car, letting her put a hand on the vehicle for support as she leant closer. You could smell the artificial blueberry drink on her breath from the proximity and it was undeniably tempting to see if she tasted just as strongly.

“I think I should go home.” You said with a teasing smile and placed a hand on the archer’s chest to push her away. She let you but the displeasure that flashed across her features unnerved you slightly.

“At least let me drive you.” Kate insisted, bringing back that dangerously easy smile that always kept you intrigued by the archer enough to entertain the idea of going on a date with her in the first place.

“It’s a ten minute walk.” You pointed out despite your growing weariness.

“It’s dark out, though. You never know what creeps could be lurking around.” She said as she opened the passenger door for you and stood behind it with an inviting grin.

“Right, whatever you say Bishop.” You chuckled dismissively but got into the open car anyway and was immediately engulfed by the warmth of the pre-set heated seat. You were glad the drive wouldn’t take long because you were in serious danger of falling asleep under such conditions. The drowsiness was quick to increase with the addition of a strange fuzziness clouding your mind and plummeting it into a haze. Kate was talking but she sounded so far away and muffled and you didn’t recognise your surroundings and everything was so dark but comfortable and sleep was so inviting and…

“Just go to sleep, baby.” Kate whispered. You never got the chance to hear her instruction or feel the hand gripping your thigh.

“You look so tempting when you’re asleep.” Kate thought aloud as she traced a path along your collarbone with her index finger, wishing more than anything that she could litter it with marks for you to wake up to. She reminded herself to refrain from it, to hold back for the time being. You would already be alarmed when you awoke, scared even, so she couldn’t overload you with too much information all at once. She had to be respectful of you and take it slow.

In contrast to you, Kate had barely slept that night, too excited at the fact that you were finally sleeping in her bed in one of her own oversized shirts. You looked so peaceful and content, as you should. You were where you were meant to be with the person you were meant to be with. Kate couldn’t stop imagining you waking to the realisation of how comfortable you were with the archer and finally let her win you over. She also couldn’t help but admire the new patches of skin she had yet been able to explore, taking her time in tracing the softness of your thighs and lower abdomen but holding off anywhere too intimate, she wanted to share that moment with you when the time came.

When you eventually started to come around, Kate watched on as you hummed in content at the warmth that surrounded you and the presence of someone next to you. It was only once the archer muttered a soft "Good morning" that you furrowed your brows and opened your eyes to meet her dull grey ones.

"I would ask if you slept okay but you were out cold all night." She chuckled as though she was sharing a joke with herself. You gave a weak smile in response but felt unnerved as you raked your brain for the most recent memory you could. You remembered getting to the carnival, going on a few rides, Kate winning you prizes and getting slushies but past that was blank. All you knew was that you were in Kate's bed wearing her shirt even though you were sure you would never end up there. What had happened after getting slushies that had apparently shifted your whole opinion of Kate?

"Are you okay?" She asked with more curiosity than concern.

"Yeah! Yeah…" You were quick to say. You weren't sure you wanted to admit that you didn't remember a significant chunk of the night before. Would she be upset?

"I really enjoyed last night." The raven haired woman admitted as she relaxed next to you and hugged the pillow close to her, looking at you like a love struck teenager. It made your own heart swell slightly.

"I enjoyed it too." You said honestly because what you could remember of the date you recalled fondly.

"We should do it again sometime." She offered hopefully. You bit your lip, unsure of how to respond. You didn’t know what had occurred that led you to be in Kate's bed or even what had happened in it but you did know that in that moment, your feelings towards Kate remained the same.

"We'll see." You chuckled awkwardly before sitting up to avoid the older woman's expecting gaze and searched the room for your clothes that you found to be neatly folded on a chair in the corner. You took that as a sign that you had done no more than sleep in Kate’s bed and headed into her bathroom to change, trying to ignore the heavy gaze on you as you did.

When you ventured from the bathroom you were met with an empty room and the enticing smell of pancakes coming from the kitchen. Your stomach groaned in recognition of the sweet food and you wandered towards the other end of the apartment to find Kate humming as she stood over the hob with the radio reporting the latest stories taking place in the city. Two plates had already been laid out on the desktop though Kate was only just starting on the first few pancakes when she turned around to the sound of your cautious footsteps.

“I made breakfast.” She pointed out with a grin. You wondered if she was this sweet to all of the women she chased only to leave them in the dirt a couple weeks later. That question alone was what kept you on the defensive (though the heavenly food was tempting).

“I’m not feeling too good and I have work in a couple hours so I should probably just…” You pointed towards the door with a rush of guilt once you saw Kate’s expression fall until the brief memory of her irritated features at your rejection the previous night flashed through your mind. It truly was a whiplash of emotions Kate brought up in you. One moment she was the sweetest most genuine soul you knew and the next she made you feel as though you needed to keep your guard up around her, never giving you a moment to fully chase after either instinct she ignited.

“Let me drive you!” Kate was quick to offer when you started towards the door with her hot on your heels, her eagerness only pushing you more towards it.

“I need the walk.” You were quick to say. Too quick. Kate narrowed her eyes at you for a second, trying to see how best to navigate the course that she had put you on. “I’ll call you.” Her face brightened at that and she nodded swiftly, stepping towards you again but you didn’t give her the chance to get much closer because you were slipping through the gap in the doorway.

Over the next few weeks the weird headspace that you had awoken to in Kate’s bed only got worse. You felt as though you were in a constant haze and that getting through each day was an impossible feat when you couldn’t find it in you to function like you usually could. Your routine felt foreign and uncomfortable, as though there were significant pieces of information that were always missing and depriving your days of any normality. You were forgetting things a lot too. Important things and whole chunks of your days. Some mornings you would wake up to messages from your concerned friends asking why you hadn’t shown up to an apparently long awaited night outs while other times they talked animatedly to you about events you just couldn’t remember happening. Your life had suddenly plummeted into a turmoil of moments you couldn’t connect and a constant anxiety regarding the sanity of your own mind that only seemed to only ease up around Kate Bishop.

Though you had asked for a raincheck on your next date, you had found yourself calling her late most nights of the week. You weren’t sure if it was the distraction of hearing all of her soon-to-be legendary stories and the excitable way that she recalled them or the way she seemed to just know if you’d had a particularly hard day, but Kate had become a significant part of getting you through the testing time. You almost wanted to open up to her about it. You just didn’t want to scare off the one person who provided you respite from your own mind.

It also surprised you how patient Kate was. The woman who had asked you out a handful of times before you had agreed and shamelessly flirted with you any chance she got had backed off to a respectful distance and as far as you could tell she hadn’t turned her attention elsewhere. You experienced a pang of guilt every time you innocently assumed you had greatly misjudged her character and that she was in fact pretty much perfect. The way you let your guard down with her and remained concerned for your mind made it so much easier for Kate to slip into your apartment at night to carry out the necessary tasks.

“Do you ever wonder if you’re going crazy?” You asked blatantly as your eyes stayed fixed on the TV a few metres away. It was the only source of light in the dim apartment and it was just enough to illuminate the distant look in your eye that Kate immediately connected to the empty beer bottle in your hand. She looked down at her own and took a swig in an effort to hide the knowing smile that threatened to slip before she answered you. You were breaking in just the way she expected you to.

“I think seeing what crazy really looks like every day keeps me pretty grounded.” The archer answered in what she believed was the truth. “Why?” She continued, trying to play off her excitement and pretend to be interested in the film that had auto-played though she wasn’t sure you were following along with the story either.

“Just wondered.” You were only a little tipsy but it was all it took to take away your ability to lie smoothly. Kate hummed and the two of you let the tv fill the space once more. “You’ve really never questioned your mind?” You asked suddenly, making Kate chuckle openly as she turned herself fully towards you.

“What’s going on with you?” She pushed, gentle and patient as ever.

“I think the stress of work’s just catching up to me.” You shrugged as you felt the familiar swarm of anxious thoughts arise. You were starting to miss deadlines and no matter how many notes you left around your apartment and office it didn’t seem to be enough.

“Then quit.” Your friend said plainly.

“I can’t just quit my job, Kate.” You huffed and rolled your eyes at the rich kid antics that seemingly never went away.

“Sure you can. You can come work for me.” She said so nonchalantly you were sure she was pulling your leg. The CEO started peeling the label on the bottle as though she handed out such exclusive job offers so often that it bored her.

“What?” You blinked.

“I’m serious, you could start Monday.” She continued like it was no big deal. You guessed in her world it really wasn’t. Kate stopped fiddling with the bottle and looked at you with soft eyes. “I’ll take care of you.” There was a strong underlying sincerity to her words as she placed her hand atop of yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze, as though she knew that was exactly what you needed. “I promise.” You exhaled heavily and turned your hand over so that your fingertips could lightly trace hers before slipping between them.

A small tug of your hand was all the encouragement you needed to not only close the small distance between you and Kate but to straddle her lap and bring both hands up to her neck. The archer barely had a chance to hold your waist before you were kissing her with almost bruising force that she matched in an instant and took control of easily. Her left hand swiftly snaked down to your ass that she squeezed without restraint, earning a small gasp from you. She slipped her tongue past your parted lips and hummed at the taste of you before you pulled away with a content smile.

“So you’ll work for me?” Kate asked as she rested her forehead against yours and cherished the feeling of your soft breath against her.

“No.” You chuckled. The raven haired woman paused, ready to object until you stopped her. “But I’ll go on that second date.” Kate smirked and gripped your ass harder to pull you as close to her as she could and pressed her lips firmly against yours again.

You were glad you had that jovial moment with Kate to cling onto, because from then on, it was one stroke of bad luck after another, if you could even call it luck. First it was your car refusing to start one Wednesday morning when you were trying to go to work but instead had to stay with your crappy vehicle until someone came to tow it to a garage only to tell you they had no idea what was wrong with it and that they would have to keep it for a while. It wasn’t an entirely cheap or old car so the issue wasn’t one you were prepared to face to any degree, especially not financially.

“I want to.” She replied immediately. So much. “It would make me happy to have you here and-” Kate bit her tongue to stop herself getting too carried away in telling you how she wanted you by her side as much as possible. There would be time for that. “Just stay.”

“I can’t.” You sighed heavily, feeling defeated and far too tired.

“Why not?” Kate pushed as she leant back and cupped your face gently to have your blurry eyes meet her.

“I think I’m going crazy, Katie.” You admitted as your voice broke. Everything’s just such a blur and it’s all too complicated and I…” You tried to steady yourself to remain as coherent as you could while Kate listened on patiently. “I can’t remember anything and it’s making things really fucking hard. The only moments that are clear are when I’m with you but I don’t know why and I know that sounds stupid but-” You rambled and panicked more when you realised how insane you sounded.

“That’s okay.” Kate said simply with a smile that was much too relaxed for the conversation.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“And we’ll fix this.” You stared at Kate, not understanding how she wasn’t at all phased by what you were saying. If you weren’t relying so heavily on her, you might have heard the alarm bells in the back of your mind. “Just stay here with me. We’ll get you new clothes and anything you need and you’ll come to work with me.” Kate explained as she wiped away the tears on your cheeks, staring down at you with such adoration that you easily followed everything she said. “Everything will be fine.” Kate said with such a sense of finality you could only nod in response.

“What about seeing a doctor?” You asked.

“Let's just wait and see.” You nodded again without argument and settled back into Kate’s arms when she kissed you softly and hummed a tune you didn’t recognise. The two of you were already in bed so she had no issue with letting the exhaustion of the day catch up to you until you were fast asleep in her arms and felt a jolt of excitement at the thought that the scene would soon be a familiar one.

Very soon, things started to improve. Kate never stopped drugging you like she had intended to. She had planned to slowly reduce the amounts she gave you over time but a week into having you so invested in her life she discovered that there was something about how pliable and desperate for Kate’s presence they made you. You grew scared in those vulnerable moments and you knew the archer was the only one who could help ease those worries so you seeked her out more. And Kate loved it. She thrived off it. She used it.

There were less blanks in your memory, only occurring a few times a week, though the haze over your mind came and went throughout each day and left you disorientated. Kate was understanding of that and let you take naps in her office on the sofa that was comfier than the one you had in your old apartment and more peaceful too although that may have just been down to being in Kate’s presence while you rested.

You were content with Kate, more content than you ever had been and you didn’t want that to ever change. Sure, she was quick to place a possessive hand on your waist anywhere you went and sometimes you wondered if she was a little patronising when restricting you from carrying out tasks that would take you too far away from her office. But she looked after you. She loved you. She showed it in the way she always wanted you close. She showed it in her insistence to ensure you never had to do anything for yourself. She showed it when she told you she was never letting you go. She showed it in the way she touched you every night.

“Such a fragile little thing.” Kate mused as she watched her strap disappear into your soaked cunt. She took her painstakingly slow time in admiring the way your muscles reacted to the toy and listening to the needy mewls it brought out from you. She grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head up to force you to look at yourself in the mirror on the wall in front of you. You moaned as you watched Kate, situated comfortably behind you, grip onto your waist with her other hand to keep you in place as she eased the toy out. “You see what I do to you?” She smirked as you registered your tear stained cheeks and utterly desperate look as evident from the hours prior she had spent playing with your body.

“Fuck.” Was all you managed as a response as you focused your energy on trying to keep yourself up on your forearms. You were getting so close again but Kate had already edged you countless times that night that you weren’t sure she was going to give you what you wanted just yet.

“I can tell you’re getting so close again.” She noted as she thrusts her hips wildly against your own to give you her full length each time. “Do you wanna cum, pretty baby?”

“Please!” You managed to beg with a cry as you attempted to grind back against her to reach your orgasm before she had the chance to deny you of it. But Kate knew your body and mind too well and slipped out of you with a mocking chuckle when you gave a cry of protest. She patted your tailbone as tears of frustration welled up in your eyes.

“Too bad I’m not ready to let you.” She chuckled and delivered a harsh smack to your ass. You lurched forward and your arms gave out under you in an instant. “Oh baby, you look so fucking pathetic like that.” Kate pouted in a bitterly condescending tone that raked your body with shivers.

She took that as her cue to flip your limp body onto your back before slipping her strap back between your legs with no resistance. You squirmed with how sensitive you already were but a firm hand on your torso kept you firmly planted against the mattress as Kate thrust into you without mercy, admiring how fucked out you became from her actions.

“Fuck, you love it when I fuck you with my cock, don’t you pretty baby?” You were unable to give a verbal response and thankfully Kate wasn’t expecting one, content to continue using your pussy how she pleased to gain the needy reactions she wanted. She always loved pushing you to the brink of your desperation, seeing your mind being filled with thoughts and need for her and her alone. You belonged to her, and in those moments you best understood that.

“Cum for me, princess. Let me see how good I make you feel.” She ordered as she thumbed at your throbbing clit. You bucked your hips up into her hand as incoherent pleas tumbled from your lips and you went crashing over the edge. Kate let you pull her close as you came and used her to anchor yourself onto the only thing you needed. “That’s my good girl. There you go, such a sweet baby for me.” She muttered words of praise and assurance for several minutes as you came down, your hold on her never loosening.

“Thank you.” You muttered weakly, always wanting to express your gratitude any moment you could. Kate’s lips turned up into a smile as she pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Of course. You know I’ll always take care of you.”

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persephoneyss · 3 years ago

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In the Pain of the Roses.

Pairing: min yoongi x f!reader

Genre: Yandere, Dark Themes, Angst, daechwita au!

Summary: ❝I wish I could tell her story with such a beautiful narrative feature, like your glorious existence on earth. You were a rose, so pretty and fragile but with thorns as dangerous as her sword❞

Warnings: Yandere behavior, obsession, implicit killers, cruelty, explicit genocide, delusional and evil Yoongi, abuse of power, mild manipulation, non-c*n sex, slapping, humiliation, very slight mention of gang rape (not in reader), oral sex (fem receiving), unspecified forced pregnancy, light dirty talk, virgin! reader, 4 year age difference (reader is 20 when everything happens).

Number of words: 10k+

request by: penes_gratis♥ (wattpad)

︙Author's note: Pass me, I made this request very long but it was fun. I hope the little person who asked for it likes it, it helped me a lot to finish my writer's block. Love u! ❤️

Possibly a warning that I forgot to put, I wrote this fic on different days so I forgot what I did, sorry:(

And this time it took years, and there are still some orders missing. But I will gladly do them, Thanks for reading!

(Sorry for any mistakes, my first language is not English and I am not fluent either.)

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Love was visible among the red roses that bloomed in her white garden. Stained with the blood of her obsession.

I wish I could tell his story with a narrative feature as beautiful as your glorious existence on earth. You were a rose, so pretty and fragile but with thorns as dangerous as her sword. I knew that fate put them in you to protect you from him. But he could easily cut them off, rip them from your side, and possess your soul. He held you in his cruel hands and cut you off, blessed are those days when you could walk free through your lands, and now you were a prisoner.

His particular story had a beginning, as did many others. But it was narrated solely by him, through the eyes of an unhinged love.

He always took a pure white rose from some bush to give it to you, he admire you since your arrival at his feet, with a courteous greeting you presented yourself as a worthy princess arriving in peace in he country. He could notice almost immediately that you were always next to your father and sometimes, you refused to separate from him because of a childish fear of strange places. His counselor encouraged him to come before you, so chivalrous that your father forced you to accompany him on a date to walk around his castle and teach you more about his culture. The night fell into the sky when he finished presenting you all the halls of the great palace he called home, in all that short time they had been completely alone. Your beautiful expressions captivated his heart as well as your curious questions, and he found himself wanting to see you more often. When you had to return to your father’s side, he said goodbye to you on his knees, giving you as a proposal a white rose in your soft hands. Your uncomfortable grimace was completely ignored by his eyes blinded by your beautiful face, he was so in love with you that he paid no attention to time.

You had to return to your country, the political and commercial deals with his kingdom had been concluded successfully for both of you. Your family had nothing else to talk about in person, and their return trip was already scheduled.

He cried like a child on the day of his final farewell, thinking you’d feel the same way he did and that maybe, just maybe you’d stay by his side. But you were just a child, and your father still ran your life.

He was so angry with fate, his anger was reflected in his new hostile behavior towards his people and palace servants. He had become sour, stubborn and rude. Like a child throwing a tantrum for days in a row, his father tried to talk to him rationally but his words took away his little patience. It was an insult to their traditions.

"I want to marry her, Father. Please arrange a marriage for both of us", he said loud and clear. His counselor tried to stop him, knowing that what the prince wanted most was as impossible as it was ridiculous.

"My son, she’s just a foreign princess. You will be able to relate to many of its kind in your future as ruler, our lineage must be pure", he concluded. "You will marry the beautiful Korean princess we chose for you."

His heart stuttered in his chest, as indignant as it was hurt. He could not object against his king, so he simply kept his mouth shut and his head down. Accepting, even angrier, his wish. His father smiled, pleased that he was doing his duty as prince and heir.

However, he kept waiting for you. Every night, for two years, he sat in the same spring garden and filled with captivating roses, writing letters that would never be delivered to your hands as delicate as a petal, he promised to meet you again in his soft letters, the lines of his statements on paper were as loving as they were creepy, swear to bring you back to his side. If it wasn’t in this life, in the next, no matter how long it takes, you’d be with him forever. I’d find you anywhere you went, no matter if it was fucking hell, he’d be holding your hand in his for eternity.

Under expectant eyes, and some fearful, the peasant, well-to-do and royal people witnessed his coronation. The people were unhappy about their sudden and early ascendancy to the throne, but no one expressed their will in their presence. With the king suddenly dead, one could expect his only son to take the throne as it should be. He’s just a child, they said many, will ruin us and this country will fall along with him.

A smile spread across he sympathetic face, the princess of the neighboring kingdom crying at he feet, begging for forgiveness and mercy, screaming in fear to be killed the next day. He knew that she had not accepted such a marriage either, but he could not bear to see her face without thinking of what he still had in he arms and that he once agreed to marry this disgusting woman in contrast to you. The girl was executed in private and in silenced. When her head fell, he was able to feast on a glass of wine, the blood on the floor staining his black boots and white silk clothing. But he could only let out a dry laugh, funny.

His royal advisors and politicians met him in the throne room, his mother was still at his side overseeing every move even though he was already the king. I don’t bother him much, just wanted to know when he could move his pieces to arrange a marriage with you as soon as possible.

But the anger that he thought extinguished was rekindled in his heart, they had broken deals with your country for, apparently, silly and vague misunderstandings. Both kingdoms were in dispute, with a cold war still in the present. Waiting for one of us to strike first and then strike back. His father had set aside that matter, unwilling to have communication with your kingdom and even less, seek to resolve the conflict. Because according to Namjoon, one of his most admirable councillors and trustee of the council, your country was in no way that important to his late father.

He ended the meeting abruptly, dismissing everyone present and ordering his mother to leave him alone. Still angry he threw on the floor all the damn papers that spoke about his agreements between countries, was completely livid, pounding the table in fury until his knuckles bled and thick tears slid down his face shattered by disappointment.

Wish you too long that it took him so long to believe that those two long years were at war, he cursed his father, wishing he would rot in eternal flames wherever he was.

He wiped his bloodstained hands on his fine clothes, ordering the servants to help him and not tell his mother of his sudden outburst of anger. None of them had a problem obeying, it felt good to be the leader, he could only wait for you to be by his side as his queen to feel fully happy on his throne. Him with you aside, taking his hand.

The blue ink was running on the paper so delicate, he wrote a letter that I wish was for you, but it was really addressed to your father. Asking him to end the absurd dispute, apologizing and asking for your hand in marriage for him as a final arrangement.

His words were truly sincere, describing the blissful love he felt for you. He thought that if you read his letter and the many others that I keep for you, it would make you blush because of the beauty of his expressions.

He was a poet for you.

He was your Romeo, but in reality, you never wanted to be his Juliet.

Perhaps at the end of his story, it would be he who would force you to drink the poison to die together and remain in his obsessive love for the long forever of romantic stories in old fantasy books.

He was a villain disguised as a prince. He was a manipulator in heart and soul, it was an immoral sin under his perfect mask.

But the cracks were beginning to reveal his true form and he was hideous. Terrifying in nightmares.

Your father snapped in annoyance when you handed him the letter on his throne, completely disagreeing. Blatantly rejecting his proposal, he even forced you to sign the letter also with rejection and writing almost at the bottom of the page that you would never agree to marry someone who came from his country. It was just impossible, and you were fine with it.

Yoongi never moved his smug stance, laughing at your rejection and scoffing at how naive your king was. Your father for him, was an idiot.

His mother objected to his going to war, that he had planned for the most desolate four years of her life without being by your side, or that he would start one that had long been forgotten. I swear that she would die of sadness if her only child left her, but it was determined, her army was prepared to die for him and did not take any step back. His mother's tears fell to the cold ground, the woman kneeling in front of him in pity, begging once more that she would stop this stupid and crazy idea. But he never stopped, and he let her die alone in her room.

His loyal men had invaded your country, the streets were deserts where he walked happily. He observed how the bloody bodies were everywhere, most of them had been killed by the swords of his soldiers. From children to pregnant women, everyone was covered in blood and pain.

He watched in fascination as one of his soldiers, his sword shining amid the flames of the burning houses, threatened a man who was crying for his family. The pitiful peasant was beheaded, his head rolled to his feet, his blood creating a path in the dirt-strewn ground. He kicked it lightly, walking away in disgust.

He had only one goal, which was to find your palace. The women continued shouting in the alleys, he soldiers were grouped around a young woman while they touched her morbidly. The woman was almost naked, with her clothes torn, wounds on her legs and arms, she had been beaten before being sentenced to the gang rape planned by all those men. Admire the woman and he eyes met for a few seconds, he did not feel at all sorry for her destroyed face of hers. She, like the many other people slaughtered, would be a small sacrifice in their future together as perfect kings.

Two souls who truly loved each other, ruling a country. His town would be even more prosperous with you by his side.

He's search intensified even more, with his wild thoughts running through his head, witnessing more immoral acts on his long way to you. Children crying on the ground before being shot in the head or cut in half by a sharp sword. Blood ran in the streets like water falling from the rain from the sky.

He saw with a bored look how his soldiers who were considered barbarians by your people, set fire to a house, where an old man screamed for help.

His tour ended, the doors of your palace were open for him. He felt pleasure when he crossed the corridors, there were several of your paintings and he even managed to find one at the age when he met you. You looked as radiant as I remembered and your white dress was lit up in the painting. You were barely twelve years old, you were a young rose in the spring and I loved him. I knew it was wrong to be so attracted to your small figure. They took a few years, but he remembered perfectly when he I was sixteen and his thoughts were not the most politically correct with you.

But I loved you more than anything in the world. And I knew, that in the end I would get your forgiveness for having such lewd thoughts about you.

He found you curled up on the floor of the royal hall, your thoughts racing uncontrollably in your mind. Your heart ached in your chest for not being able to help your people, and you only cried on the carpet at your feet. By staining your dress in your favorite color, you had been so happy when your royal companion put it on you, wishing you luck in your first proclamation as princess and future heir to the throne. You were old enough to be able to address your people and you had to do it well, so that they will get a great impression of he future ruler.

But, now they were all dead.

You couldn't think of who would be able to attack your kingdom in such a way, fire and destroyed houses. Lost lives, broken women and blood staining the prosperous lands.

It was all confused despair, until you saw it.

He was obsessed, crazy maybe.

You could see it through he brown eyes as dark as night. He was walking towards you, just as you remembered, his face at twenty two years of his hadn't aged at all. He was just as handsome and beautiful as before, but his blank expression made you recoil in fear.

"What are you doing here? My people are being attacked because of you! Get out of my sight!"

With your father dead, the only thing your people had was you.

You were there for them and you would never give up.

His scarlet green Hanbok moved in the air with such grace that you had a hard time believing that he was a king and not a God. He was so perfect, but you hated him. Your heart burned in hurtful waters of pain, the blood on his shoes gave you an indication of his indifference to so many unpleasant acts that he had committed. He was happy, a proud smile on his face as he just watched you silently. You wanted and needed to know what you had done to deserve such atrocities, only innocently paid for past fights and that in your present time you considered insipid. His letter was very clear, but you never saw him as a threat of war.

Now was the time to repent of past actions.

You tried to speak but he was already attacking what little was left of you, a blow to your head managed to knock you unconscious on the ground. Yoongi knew that neighboring armies that supported your kingdom would soon join the fight, he didn't want to deal with them when in fact, he already had what he wanted.

I carry you in his arms, your fragile and sleeping body at his disposal, thus taking you to his ship. Where he laid you in his bed, he would never dare to touch you in that state. But he couldn't help but slide his hands down your legs until they almost brushed your thighs, he admired you adoringly as his innocent touches began to become more intense. Leaving marks on your smooth skin, however, he was able to stop himself before being consumed by blinding lust at his sin.

I couldn't do it without you being awake to witness how he took everything from you, under his white sheets in his palace, in his room surrounded by riches that he would share with you.

Your breath began to accelerate in your chest soft as cotton, his head approached your breasts almost visible under the fabric of your comfortable dress, he leaned against you looking for more than just feeling you. He wanted to possess everything little and every part of your being, not just raw, he wanted your soul and spirit to be intertwined with his with the glorious red thread of predestined love.

His body refused to take you away from yours, his heart ached in his chest, but he could not show you what he was capable of for you to stay by his side if he continued to appear so weak before your feet that they crawled between the sheets in the cabin of his invading ship.

The celebration in his palace was as eccentric as it was fascinating, his mans celebrated with fervor, without knowing what it was for which they had fought and massacred so much. Her questions were ignored by her king, Yoongi was finely dressed in his emerald colored Hanbok with elegant black, his long hair hanging down his back. He was charming to look at, but his disturbed eyes managed to draw even the bravest soldier of the national troop away from him. Everyone trembled when he stood next to him to drink from his glass, his mother resigned herself to seeing him already knowing his heinous acts, she was terrified and even worse, disappointed. She thought that she had raised her only child with the best values you could instill in a crown prince. But Yoongi was stubborn and he couldn't, nor was he going to take a simple "no" for an answer. He had a repudiation for that word and his mother was afraid to face him for damages already done.

He was inhuman, and at the same time, so selfish.

A single breath ached in your chest, your stomach contracted with hunger and your watery eyes released soft tears. The sheets under you felt so cold, along with the loneliness in your soul, were you really lonely now? You did not know, but you remembered seeing your father flee on a horse, you tried to take his hand but the invaders ran after him and he left you, alone. You run for your life, like a coward to the refuge in your palace when the same soldiers followed in your footsteps, but left you alone going over your surrendered body to continue with their massacre, which for you, was unjustified.

What did your country do to deserve something like this? Were they disrespectful? No, of course there were small conflicts but nothing serious. You planned to talk to the Korean king after your coronation and arrange everything to keep relations in peace, but they attacked from behind treacherously, and staining the streets with innocent blood, like barbarians.

Your body trembles in the royal cabin, your hands were chained and your dress dirty. You could see that you were in a room on an invading ship, the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks woke you up from your sleep. The last thing you could remember was the pale and empty face of him hitting you to get you away from your already defeated people, you cried for several minutes, praying to God or whoever, that he will help you find a way out.

The wooden door opened, you fell to the ground looking to run away from the two men dressed as guards. You yell some vague insults, demanding that they let you go and that they would pay for everything they had done, one of them taunted you boldly. They took you hard, leaving marks on your arms from the hard grip of him to hold you back, you were still fighting against them and you weren't planning to give up anytime soon. You would rather die drowned in the frozen sea of your lands, completely free, than live in chains at the mercy of a cruel man and without a single piece of a pure heart.

He was a sinner, evil incarnate on earth. You could not stop cursing Yoongi, however, you still remembered he beautiful gummy smile that he showed you, you felt exceptionally privileged when her accompanying maid told you with a soft laugh that he prince never acted like that with any lady, you were the first and although you did not know, for him, you were the only one.

Your arms ached, both men dragged you all over the ship and your family's palace, which was now possibly dead. You expected to see the queen and beg her because she will let you go, but she was absent from the festive feast, she confused you a lot but you fell, you couldn't think anymore, not when you fall to the ground when the guards released you. You let out a tired sigh, your eyes staring at the ground with fury and held back tears. The whole room went into an unexpected silence, your heart stopped until you felt a tug on your hair from behind, it was a new guard holding a handful of your hair tightly.

"Get on your knees, and show respect for your king, bitch." His order was ignored, but the pain in your head was beyond your limits. You stood up, still trembling you fell to your knees in front of him.

Your eyes looked directly at his black orbs, he was terrifying and you wondered how his people could continue to obey someone so cruel. Weren't they aware that his king was being possessed by the demon of greed and selfishness? Whispering in a captivating voice abominable orders, worthy of celebrating in hell with flames of the death of innocents, Yoongi was detestable and you hated everything about him.

You were dying to yell at him how bad you felt for him, humiliate his actions and make him a reasonable man who would see all the pain he had caused. But you fell silent, just waiting for me to dictate your execution time the next day. You were going to die, not because of him, but at his hands.

"Today we celebrate another victory, gentlemen," he smiled, raising his silver goblet in the air. Several screams were heard, they too were feasting with his loathsome king. "And as good winners, we will take home a prize. What do you think _____? Do you have any treasures?"

I scared you unpleasantly that he was asking you what else he could take from your lands, "II... In the-real room-..."

He quickly silenced you, a slap landed on your cheek hard. You fell to the side, with a groan of pain. "Honey, I don't want the materialistic shit." He growled angrily, taking your hands in his to crouch down at your height, with a hideous smile on his beautiful face he approached your lips to leave a soft kiss. You felt disgusted, cleaning your lips in fury and staring at him. "It doesn't matter when you resist, darling. At the end of this beautiful night you are being officially proclaimed my fiancee."

"Damn bastard", you whisper with all the hatred overflowing in your chest, your sad heart regretting still beating.

"My men, our most precious prize lies at my feet. My new queen, her queen and mother of my heir", a mocking smile settled on her face looking at you with disdain. "Our son, future king of two lands... Or rather of my lands. I'm did not believe that there is anything good to possess in this destroyed country"

A single tear slid down your red cheeks, your angry eyes were cruelly ignored. You still cried, sobbing into your hands for many reasons, it hurt so much that they were all completely valid. You were going to marry a tyrant and selfish man you didn't love, and in your worst nightmare, you would be pregnant with him. You would bring in your belly a spawn of the demon, you only wished you could take your son away from Yoongi's hands, raise him to be a good and honored future king. Avoiding making him embodiment of evil in the world.

Your eyes burning like the flames, your family's palace was ransacked by their guards, and then they set it on fire. You managed to escape from the hands of the guards, running with the chains in your hands to prevent them from ending their barbarity, but once again you fell to the ground crying, your tears covered the grass of your garden, while the smoke from the infernal fire drowned you . You wanted to die there, in that moment, along with all your lost memories in your sweet home. You screamed, praying to God why he would deliver you from evil, but your pleas were ignored.

The trip back to your country was melancholic, you cried all day, next to the windows of the great invading ship. Yoongi tried to be as friendly as possible, leaving food next to you and demanding in an order that you eat.

"What makes you think I'll eat something from your hands?" you ask, completely angry. You throw the tray on the floor, with all the courage you had in store.

You expected a blow to your cheek, Yoongi for you was nothing more than a coward, that he solved everything with violence and brute force. However, he left you alone, without measuring a word he left you absolutely confused in the royal cabin. Your dress was beginning to make you uncomfortable, and your stomach ached with hunger. It was worth it? Every damn second of anguish and hunger was worth it, you wanted to show him that you didn't want him and that you would fight for the rest of your life.

He could leave you as many times as he wanted, but you would never miss him the way he did.

Yoongi sighed angrily, his chest still hurting with his heart clenching tightly. He wanted to act so indifferent to you, to let you know that whatever you did, nothing would stop him from holding you by his side, not until you love him in glory. He loved you so much that he put you on a very high pedestal, but when he wanted it, he couldn't reach you when he wanted it most.

He couldn't reach your love, and that infuriated him too much.

The wrath consuming what little sanity in him.

He dragged you into his palace, you still hated his courtship and refused to hold his hand. He tried not to touch you again for some time, but it took him too much to hold you back when he released you from your chains, you tried in vain to escape. It irritated him terribly bad to see you yell and kick against him, I hug you trying to calm you down, whispering sweet phrases in your ear. But you kept crying, he held you in his hands, demanding that you shut up. It bothered him so much that you still tried to escape, you had yelled and fought long before, it was clearly not new. But this time she seemed more determined to run away, in a moment I want to seal your damn mouth and hug you in silence.

"_____, calm down!" He yelled angrily.

"Let me go! Yoongi... Please, I want to go back", you cried so dramatically that it seemed believable.

"Go back to where, darling? To desolate lands? Do you want to live in poverty?" He was sure he had shut you up, your expression softening before you opened your mouth again.

"I'd rather die starving, dirty and poor than live a life of luxury with you, you fucking bastard," you whisper. Your lips so close to his, releasing your poison covered in truth and harsh hatred.

Your body fell against the elegant white sheets of the bed, your cheek burned and his hand was marked on your hot skin.

The sweet maid knocked on the door seconds later, Yoongi was still paralyzed with his hand in the air, looking at you with pity and shame. It did not matter from which side he saw you or treated you, he could not control himself with you, in his love and fury, he was still willing to give all of him to your warm hands. Even the nastiest side of him, he couldn't hide his frustration with you, and possibly deep down inside of him, he didn't want to.

I could love you so much in the morning illuminated by the sweet light of the sun rising, than in the darkness of the night with the moon as a silent witness.

The woman, who seemed too kind, held you in her arms when he king left them alone. Not without first thanking him and also advising him that you could speak Korean perfectly. You cried in the embrace of the unknown woman, she could feel the pain and anguish through your sobs, but she did not dare to judge the actions of her majesty, her alone comforted you in the overwhelming silence.

She helped you to your feet, gently wiping the blood that leaked from the wound on your cheek. Yoongi had left a horrible mark on your skin, yet they both doubted that he would care a bit.

"Don't cry, sweetheart" she whispered to you, stroking your hair and hugging you once more. The warmth of loving her made you feel empty, but at the same time missed. She reminded you of your mother. "Everything passes, now it will be better not to fall into suffering"

You let her hold your hand, following in her footsteps to the new room. scared you what her said in a curious laugh that it was only temporary, until you and her king consumed their commitment to marry at the royal wedding. You wanted to tell her about your position in that decision, but she seemed to be just like the other townspeople, praising an evil king under a white mask of goodness and serenity.

The woman who appeared to be sent as a companion by Yoongi introduced herself as Eunji. She was faithfully at your service, she made you uncomfortable that she seemed to want to follow you everywhere, you felt so embarrassed when you took a rose bath in your royal bathtub. Eunji sat to the side, asking every five minutes if you needed anything. Your face could not show anything but disgust, you knew that the woman only sought to obey her king at the cost of your feelings, she seemed considerable and perceptible to you, but deep inside you felt enormous anger for that.

Obviously you were used to a companion lady, Leyha was your first friend and partner. She was always with you in your palace, following your steps but respecting your space, she played with you and taught you new things. Your admiration for her was so immense, you were so proud of her loyalty to your family, and you were sure that she was the first to prevent the raid on your country. She hugged you and hid in a room in the basement of your palace when the massacre started, she begged you on her knees not to come out until she returned. You sat at one of the dusty tables, waiting to see her face. Several screams from outside your hiding place startled you, and you opened the door without thinking. Your eyesight froze when you could see a soldier holding one of your servants by the neck, his black eyes observed you a few seconds before he moved his hand and with his sword cut the young woman's neck woman. You ran away again, but he didn't follow you.

"Princess, please finish your afternoon snack" Eunji aside the table asked you with nothing less than kindness. You kept daydreaming in her presence,the woman was intrigued to know how much you had passed in your short life, for remain silent and staring for so long to nowhere. "Today is the official marriage request in front of the town, we must organize the buffet and give details of her wedding dress-..."

Your hand went up in the air and very rude, that it was little proper of you, you asked him to leave, "I want... I want to be alone Eunji"

"But your majesty of he said -..."

"No. Eunji, leave me alone, please" Your tone of voice was firm, the old woman nodded with an apology for her insolence and left through the large doors of the room.

The dining room was exceptionally large and the solitude, which you would never appreciate with your beating heart, consumed you little by little. Your plate fell to the floor, you were so angry that you could not control your actions, the room was filled with thunderous sounds of plates smashing on the floor, and cutlery colliding with each other. The food spread out on the thin red carpet, you couldn't eat something that came from him and even less enjoy the peace of your space, not when Yoongi had you tied up, with the eyes of his guards and servants on you all the time, watching over you like a dam.

One single mistake and your hands will be chained again. It was her warning one night that she knocked on your bedroom door, you pretended to comb your hair in front of the mirror, without giving he a glance. But you were listening to each and every word from he, and also spitting on them furiously.

You fell against one of the chairs in the royal dining room, the tears kept coming out of your eyes on gray days without permission, your thoughts so confused and your body exhausted. The door opened with an almost vague noise, you couldn't look at anyone and you didn't want to.

"Your majesty is bleeding!" You were surprised to hear a new voice at that time, Yoongi forbade you and his employees to speak, you could only talk to him or Eunji if you needed something, He really thought that he would get you to talk to him that way. "Please let him help you..."

Your eyes crystalline from tears addressing the unknown person and voice, he was quite a young man. His features were delicate, like a painting on a pure and beautiful canvas, you were captivated by how surprised he seemed when you showed your face.

Taehyung was scared, his father warned him about the temptations in a palace, and also the consequences of just wanting to possess some royalty. You were a princess, I could see it on your face and the dazzling jewels that hung on your wrists, your fingers and your neck.

I should have run away, left you alone with your demons and never remember that unexpected encounter again. But he knelt in front of you, silently asking that you not give notice to the guards or you will reject him. I take your hand carefully, caressing your skin that seemed to be as delicate as cotton. Without your permission, he managed to cover the wound with a white handkerchief, he took a few steps away as a precaution. Fearing that you would push him away with annoyance, you were a princess and he a servant, he did not have the right to touch you despite helping you.

You were a goddess, and he was a mere mortal. One who wanted so badly to own a little bit of you.

"Thank you" was your gentle thanks. Taehyung was confused, your genuine attitude made him distrust, but even after the thoughts of him clinging to you, he held your waist carefully when you tried to stand up but your body seemed to fail you, almost falling to the ground.

Taehyung always accompanied you, out of sight obviously. He was by your side when you preferred to go out to the garden, or read a book for him. His family was part of the palace servants, but you found them charming when he introduced them to you, his father was shocked and outraged by his son's insolence in treating a princess like such a trusting acquaintance, a laugh came out of you as Taehyung blushing at her mother's comments, the woman seemed to question their friendship and cast doubt on their closeness. Eunji seemed more and more annoyed with you, she was asking you to stay away from Taehyung the whole time. Demanding fidelity to his king, when you could perfectly see how Yoongi flirted with the maidens, his concubines were constantly close to his cock, ready to fuck him without hesitation.

You were delighted when Taehyung sat next to you, whispering how much he liked your voice and how he eternally wanted to hear you tell stories of fantasy and love. Your heart beat again in your chest, this time as uncontrolled as it was anxious. You loved Taehyung very much, but the horrible memory of your destroyed kingdom kept haunting your head. Yoongi would visit you every night just to remember his official engagement date. She always made excuses for not showing up on the royal balcony, where her entire country would witness her marriage proposal.

Taehyung would be in the front row.

The walls of the palace seemed to get narrower and narrower, and your love bigger. You couldn't control your feelings, and Taehyung seemed to wait for you. He would wait for you his whole life, even if he could only have a few seconds from you.

You ran along the paths of the immense garden, your dress was dragging on the ground and your shoes were covered with dirt. You couldn't wait any longer, Taehyung received you in his arms that night with the moonlight swearing discretion. You sobbed, saying between sobs that you would never let him go, but that you could not promise to be by his side, you were trapped in a cage of many traps, one simple wrong move and you could fall.

"Run away with me, _____" Your body trembled, terrified by such an unusual and sudden proposal from him.

"Escape? Taehyung would never ask you for something like that ... Y-your family, they will pay for both" You flatly refused to let more innocents die, your soul was being dragged through hell to the doom of guilt.

"They will come with us, I know that if I tell them your story they will agree to help you. Please don't keep allowing me to hurt you."

Your reason yelled a resounding no, but your heart raced and fearfully said: "Yes, I accept. Tomorrow is the engagement, we have time until the wedding day"

A smile spread across his handsome face, pushing away any doubts you had about the path you took. You could walk your whole life in him, you would be guided by Taehyung, because he was simply your salvation from doom.

Your hands shook, and your breathing stopped. The tight dress cut off any pulse in your body, but Eunji seemed happy that you were wearing it, the diamond crown on your head was beyond eye-catching. It made you so angry to have to walk arm in arm with Yoongi, while he smiled like a winner.

The engagement celebration was short-lived, to your satisfaction. You tried to take off the corset that was pressing on your waist, but Yoongi stopped you with one hand gripping your arm tightly.

You frowned, with a quick movement he drew you to her chest, her arms sliding around your waist and her mouth leaving soft but bitter kisses on your exposed neck. The chain of rose gold and pearls slid down your clavicle, at your short 18 years you could swear that you had never seen such a beautiful and eccentric jewel.

Yoongi hugged you, looking at you through the mirror knowingly. "Do you like it honey?"

You couldn't deny that she made a big impression on you, but anger consumed you again, you were about to rip the collar from her neck and throw it away, but a person burst into the room. Taehyung backed away when she saw you, still being hugged possessively by her king, she tried not to show her disappointment but a sad sigh filtered through her voice. "I-I'm sorry, his majesty..."

"Wait-..." Your heart felt as if a candle burned your love, without being able to avoid it you ran after it.

Ignoring how Yoongi clenched her fists when you walked away from her side, he followed you but your steps escaped her sight, he froze in the middle of the hallway of her palace.

Ironically, he thought he was losing you.

You kept acting just as indifferent to her gifts, and he desperately tried to get your attention. She thought, almost pathetically, of making you jealous in order to win your love.

He always tried to talk or flirt with a woman close to your sight, but your eyes watched him for a few seconds, those in which he felt his ego grow in his chest and his cock contract in his pants, waiting for you to take him away from his victim and you will show who it belonged to. But your face only showed boredom, you kept on your way with Eunji behind you embarrassed.

She couldn't control her fury every time it passed, the young women who thought they caught his attention were hanged by their bare hands. They weren't on your level, they weren't enough for him, and he hated them.

They deserved to die.

The throne room felt so empty without your presence by his side, Namjoon kept taking over the kingdom, oblivious to how his king was too absent in those days.

All the servants in the palace seemed to be celebrating the wedding, moving from here to there to organize the event that would host none other than the finest royal personalities.

You refused to see your white dress, Yoongi had asked to be made a traditional one from your country, clearly looking for some recognition from you, sure that you would like to marry him with a dress that will remind you of your country, a country already dead and sunk in disgrace.

Eunji dried your hair, your reflection in front of the mirror reminded him a lot of a painting of his king. Yoongi was a great artist, his family raised him among the thousands of arts, including painting. He had drawn you on a canvas several years ago, wishing he could meet you again.

For your companion lady, the love that Yoongi had for you was very tender and special, but in your eyes it was creepy.

Eunji left you alone, with a short goodbye and a "good night, princess", she left your room. You quickly got to your feet, the wedding was one day away but you couldn't wait for your nightmare to reach the edge of reality. You had put various jewelry and clothes in a small suitcase, you could sell them in distant towns afterwards to get some money and stay alive on their escape. Your bare feet walked through the palace, reaching the front door, Taehyung was waiting for you with a loving smile. His face was covered halfway by a black hood, in the dark night you ran until you almost reached his arms, thinking of staying by his side as fugitives all his life, if you could be with him and the air of freedom, you knew that they will live fully.

Before you could take another step, you were already being dragged away by the royal guards. You screamed when one of them hit Taehyung, knocking him down and then grabbing his arms to lead him to the dungeon. His eyes observed you for a few seconds, you knew that he was trying to protect you, but it was not you who would pay for his too fanciful wishes, they were flying too high.

Yoongi came to your room hours later, you had been begging because they will spare the life of your loved. But you had been ignored, the guards held you once again harshly, you expected Yoongi to hit you and then kill. But his punishment was even worse, you tried to play with the devil's patience and he was having fun.

Enjoying playing with your fears.

Taehyung was always a calm man, even when he was crouching down and with a blade about to cut his neck. Yoongi sat on he throne, setting you aside, with he guards still holding your body tightly. Screams and pleas were heard from you, fighting with everything you had against the men who held you.

"Oh, darling" Yoongi said, with a face of false pity "Let me ask you a question that might save this poor man's life" He scoffed, your nails digging into your flesh to avoid cursing out loud. "You love him?"

Your heart stuttered, of course you did, but you didn't know what the correct answer was. Taehyung watched you, your eyes were fixed on his, crying silently.

Yoongi growled, knowing that no matter how hard he tried to deny it, you loved Taehyung like he loved you, far from reason and very close to dying on the edge of misfortune. He felt that he should die, with Taehyung dead no one would be taking his place in your heart, but he wanted to know the answer to his question. I wanted to hear you say you didn't love him.

"You love him?" He insisted, took your face in his hands. Diverting your sight from Taehyung, your eyes darkened when they met his. "You love him, ______?!" In an unprepared act, his hands held your body, shaking you hard. You were crying with your mouth sealed in a hidden truth. "Tell me, bitch. Do you love this damn man? Talk you, damn bitch!"

"Do not touch her!" Taehyung yelled, fighting the strong chains that held his hands. He wished he could protect you as he promised so many times, under smiles that were reflected in the crystalline water of the small fountain in the beautiful royal garden, his kisses were passionate and his looks were saying more than a thousand words, the helplessness in his voice was a reflection of the pain to see you so destroyed in your confusion.

"I-..." The air stopped when your voice invaded the torture hall, your eyes left Taehyung to look directly at the man, the same as he would be, whether he wanted to or not, condemned to live with someone who did not love him.

Yoongi was selfishly and unconsciously sealing he fate, marrying someone who would never reciprocate the love he had made known so much. Appeared before you and gave you all of herself, but you weren't interested in sharing your affection and passion with him. Perhaps, you thought, in another life when evil had not consumed him, you could accept a ring on your finger and a kiss on your lips, even when the storm draws near you would be with and for him.

But your thoughts went through reality, your destiny was falling from your hands. You couldn't hide the fear, and Yoongi enjoyed every part of you. In happiness and suffering, he wanted it all. "I... I love him", it was such a big confession that your body was relieved to let it go, Taehyung sighed exhausted but with a smile.

However, he did not want to die at the hands of his king, whom he now saw. He was a monster. Although he hurt, he could rest in peace knowing that you loved him.

If he was going to die unjustly for loving, he could not expect worse condemnation than the jealousy of other unfortunates who could not feel that beautiful and magical feeling.

He was blessed by the happiness of being able to live in flesh and soul the affection of a hug, the softness of a kiss abundant in love and caresses that left a mark, that told the beautiful story of two people who lived without being able to contain their desire for feel united.

The order was given, and the blade slipped in the proximity of death and Taehyung felt fly. But he did not see you fall, your tears covered your sight, something that you were eternally grateful for. You were crying inconsolably, the guards released your body that fell to the ground without having the strength to fight or flee.

His arms surrounded you, you wanted to believe it was Taehyung hugging you like he had done many times before, but his lips brushed your skin awakening your reason.

He seemed incredible to you how he still did not understand his sins, he was blind and crazy, he left a kiss on your cheek wet with tears. You knew he could taste the salty taste of your pain, but he cynically licked his lips with greed and lust. You walked away from the warmth of him, your dress dragged on the floor while you backed away without being able to believe that you were next to that man, you felt disgusting because of his kisses and so sad because of his cruel actions.

You had escaped, running out of reach, your legs failing every second that you remembered your loss again. Eunji tried to talk to you, but you slammed your bedroom door angrily. Your mind was losing lucidity, you couldn't sleep, but the sun came out like a normal day. Eunji managed to open the door, silently helping you to put on the white wedding dress, your hair was arranged and combed perfectly in front of the mirror.

You had imagined a lot what your wedding would be like, as a princess you were prepared for a future marriage, but the disappointment was so great that the emptiness in you was getting bigger and bigger. And it grew, grew and grew.

Eunji gasped in surprise when she looked at you, you were sobbing calmly, tears ruining your makeup. She tried to calm you down, thinking that the emotion was too much.

"Don't cry, my dear. When you love someone you can only hope for happiness from such a beautiful marriage."

"And what do you expect when you don't love that person?" Your question was direct and interrupting her sweet words, your voice cracking in a groan of pain. "Eunji ... What to expect from a loveless marriage?"

"Misfortune, dear. Misfortune" she whispered, wiping the last tears from your face. "Please don't let sadness consume you. Listen to me, princess" Her hands held yours with fear in her voice. "Do not let misfortune consume us all, this is as selfish as it is cruel but a king without his beloved queen is a curse, people will perish in the dark life of his majesty, it will destroy us. You are our only salvation, _____"

She vaguely released you, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before saying goodbye. Your slow but determined steps approached him, he forced you to take her hand with a smile covering his actions and trying to leave behind his atrocities. Your eyes were never on his face or his presence, you looked at the people present, there were children and women, men and the elderly. Did they all depend on you? Your stomach churned, ready to vomit from the pressure on your chest. Yoongi squeezed your hand hard, your eyes returned to the father who was looking at you expectantly. You didn't want to, but you said yes, with little enthusiasm in your voice. It almost seemed like a tired sigh, but no one said anything, they just clapped when the ring was put on your finger.

Your lips collided with contempt against those of he, and the people celebrated the end of the wedding. The party was very lively, but your head was focused on just observing the inspiring happiness of others. You could remain in chains if you could prevent others from suffering, as your people did, and now they were your new target. You were their queen, although it was not your decision, you were willing to stand for them and for your lost love. You knew that Taehyung would be proud of your bravery to protect others, and you will live for him.

With a soft gasp, a sigh stuck in your chest. You could feel it, his hands tracing small caresses down your waist covered by the white dress, his breath very close to brushing your neck and his lips ready to kiss your skin. Some people at the party observed them with discomfort, being a very reserved country, such daring displays of affection must have been blasphemous for them and you could not object, you also wanted to stop him, but really no one was going against the king and his wishes.

The beautiful maidens accompanied you, preparing you for your wedding night, where you, and your now husband, would have to consume their love. The soft silk fabric slid across your skin, barely covering your pure body. Yoongi was waiting for you, the red doors of her room opened before you and a piece of your soul escaped from your destroyed heart.

You wanted to run away, to run away, you so impulsively wanted to go with Taehyung to eternal oblivion.

His arms drew you to him, his breath hitting your cheek wet with tears, seeing you cry was the same image in his mind. Whenever he, your beautiful demon on earth, was close to you, you cried like the rain, dropping drops of blood, your face marked by the light that darkened in your hopes of escaping or being happy.

Without being able to avoid it, you knew that you would build a mask with a marked smile to hide your suffering from your people, who expected the best of you. You were becoming him, who magically hid all his life the evil in his soul, with the same worn white mask.

"Please..." Your voice cracked, your hands shook in the air. Your fingers brushing his precious, empty face, he felt the warmth of your touch and he never wanted to leave her go. He fell for you, he burned his destiny for possessing everything in your life, and your love was his only reward. "Please... I don't want to do this, Yoongi"

You were begging because he won't touch you, he could see your fake smile and your hand pushing him away. You wanted to deprive his hands of touching what he most wanted, closing your doors to his heaven. It infuriated him so much, his nails digging into your skin hard, leaving obvious marks.

"You're mine, I'll make you mine" he whispered, leaving you to sob. He held your face in his hands, forcing your eyes to look directly at him, through your scared mind and uncontrollable panic, he wanted to believe that you loved him and that you were willing to give yourself to him. "Pray bitch, pray that you don't make me mad anymore. You're my wife, make it worth it"

"If you touch me, I will hate you for my whole life" You say, with a deranged tone. Your words coming out with all the resentment that you had saved.

The beautiful royal bed was an unconditional witness, his hand hitting your face and your body being pulled against the red sheets, your cheek aching with the familiar sting of spite.

"One blow does not resolve the pain in my heart, Yoongi. You can slaughter my body to the end, but never..." Your eyes looked at him coldly, "You can never possess all of me."

His eyes were still competing with each other, but your mind was crying out for you to run away. No one was going to help you. Your hand went down to the bed, supporting you and pushing Yoongi with all the strength you could muster, your first objective was to run to the door and try to open it, but it was locked from the outside. Your fisted hands slammed into the wood furiously, screaming for help and an almost delusional salvation.

He taunted you with a laugh, trapping your body in his arms. You kept screaming in despair, whining and fighting him to let go. He tried to hold your wrists and corner your body between him and the bed, but you kept kicking the air, unable to contain your anger and displeasure, you firmly opposed him touching you in a sexual way.

The delicate garment was ripped from your body, with a gasp of surprise on your part. Your chest clenches in fear, begging for some compassion from him, letting you go or giving you a chance to die.

His rough, coarse hands brushed your bare skin, his lips soft like a rose petal leaving trace and evidence, with red marks of pain. Your neck was completely covered in bruises of possession. Yoongi seemed to be so calm and patient, taking monotonous time to mark the most visible areas of your body.

"Will you let me make you mine, _____?" He whispered, his teeth biting into your ear, trying to provoke something in you. "I love you so much, it hurts... I love you so much that I could die if I can't have something of you, please..." He sigh, "Love me too"

You couldn't answer, too shocked by his sincere confession. He loved you in unconformity, his love was stained with obsession, evil and blinded by unshakable pride. You could feel he tears falling down your neck, he was crying just like you, but he refused to look at you

"Love me too" he begged with a broken voice. Your hands timidly went up to his chest, which was still covered by the fabric of his clothing so fine. "Love me too, _____"

Yoongi felt your touch, his heart sped up noticeably and his breath hitched with soft sighs. He thought you would finally accept the great love he was preaching for you, but your arms moved forward, trying to push him away or push it. "No, please" you sobbed, his hopes fell before his eyes when he saw you cry. "I-I don't want this, Yoongi please don't..." You said as soon as he held you tight, his fingers digging into your hips with fury. Leaving noticeable purple marks and painful scratches.

"Shut up." He growled irritated by your words, bringing his lips to yours and taking possession of them. He kissed you so quickly that it cost you to bear it.

I wanted to hurt you through the pleasure.

His teeth bit your lower lip roughly, he smirked when he could taste the sweet delicacy of your blood, the exquisite metallic taste. A moan came from your lips, he could not ignore the pleasure that ran through him when he listened to you, you were so weak that you excited him greatly.

He kept kissing your lips, but his fingers brushing all over the sinful places on your body. He caught your breasts in his hands and massaged them so sweetly, appreciating your outer beauty. Confused you too much as he could just change his attitude in a few seconds. You had closed your eyes, trying to let your imagination run wild and forget the reality that had now cursed you.

His touches were going down, his fingers played with your pussy with soft touches, but without maintaining his caresses. You moaned in his mouth, trying to pull away or close your legs to prevent him from advancing, but you knew he would just force you to open them again. His fingers dug into your folds, delicately touching every part of your exposed pussy. A moan rumbled in her throat as he plunged his first finger into your tight hole, no one had ever touched you that way, you found yourself unable not to moan with pleasure or despair. Your mind clouded slightly, feeling her other hand massage your clit to relax your taut body. She stuck in another finger, checking that you could take it and take everything she was going to give you that night.

"Y-Yoongi... N-no" You stutter, your fingers digging into the sheets. A horrible pain invaded you, the burning in the lower part of your stomach was almost unbearable.

"Easy, sweetie. I'll make you feel good, trust me" He murmured, kissing your still bloody lips, a smile singing on her ethereal face. "I can't wait to bury my cock in your tight fucking pussy", grunt, captivated by how you moaned when her dirty words reached you. "I will mark my cock on you, never again will you think of any man other than me"

A third finger dug into your pussy, the pain doubled in your lower part, making you beg for it to stop. "S-stop... N-no" You cried, your back curved trying to get away.

"And if one day you dare to think of someone else, I will cut off their damn head. You are mine. My wife, my whore and the mother of my children. No one has the right to look at you" He murmured so close to a warning growl, " I'll kill them all! Do you understand?! " He screamed, completely angry at the very thought that it could happen.

He couldn't bear to lose you again, he felt the heat of betrayal and her life seemed to lose a bit of itself when he found out that you planned to run away with one of her servants. He could never explain the pleasant feeling she had when Taehyung died before his eyes and yours. Power and greed corrupting what little of him, and now he could say it proudly, he was a greedy king.

And his greatest wish, among many others, was to have you in his bed and in his arms.

His fingers moved in and out of your tight pussy, it was a bit difficult for him to move and I knew you would cry even more when he shoved his cock into you. Continuing to massage your clit, he bent down, your eyes widening in surprise to see him kiss the inner part of your thighs with even more sinful intentions. His own eyes met yours, a lustful gleam flashed in his pupils as a warning, you tried to scream and walk away, but his tongue was already licking your clit deftly.

A delicious but involuntary chill ran through you, the feeling of pleasure but disgust put you in a trance. With soft babbling and a drop of saliva running down your chin. He felt so fucking good, his tongue curving inside of you and hitting the exact spots that could easily send you to a tempting first climax.

Your body shuddered weakly, Yoongi thought that you had given up and he approached your face. With he lips stained with your essence, he naively tried to kiss yours, but he felt the so familiar disappointment of your rejection. Your face turned to the side, with a small grunt of denial, you were so cute that he heart couldn't even get mad at you for more than two seconds. He lulled you, leaving several kisses on your cheek and following he precious treasure. However, still persistent your head moved from side to side to prevent him from kissing you as if they were lovers.

He gave up, hoping he could please you a little. But her kisses never stopped, gently tracing he love on your skin. He hands ran over your breasts and down your waist, down to your hips, holding your small body under him. Forced you to spread your legs for him, his cock brushing against the inside of your thighs that were sore from the hard marks he left on your flesh, glowing raw red bruises leaving evidence of his uncontrolled possessiveness.

The precum leaking from the tip of his cock staining your skin, you tried to close your legs to move it away and once again affirm your position against. Your hands held your thighs, his fingers sinking into your skin making you gasp from the pain of his nails digging in with fury. "Never..." he growled. "Never try to get away from my side. I will kill you and die with you, you are my life and I can possess all"

Your face seemed to pale as his cock brushed against your pussy, it sank slightly and I came out again.

I was trying to prepare you for him, yet he never calmed your fear.

Your hands hit his chest as best they could, your body contracting with the pain of his big cock sliding down your folds. A drop of blood slid down your thigh, a high-pitched moan coming from your lips at the unbelievably strong pain. Your first time had been cruelly ripped from you.

You had been a faithful believer that when something like this happened, it would be between lovers who adored each other between passion and trust.

Yoongi loved you, like a man devoted to his unreachable goddess. He had captured you, and in his unbridled love he had torn you apart. Breaking your heart and leaving it unstable, unable to love someone.

He had broken you.

His thrusts were uncountable, you could hear the royal bed moving in contrast to his thrusts into you. His lips busy with him sucking marks on you, his almost dazzling smile of his shimmering before your tear-clouded eyes. "I could fuck you for eternity" He whispered, "And I would never tire of how wet your pussy is for me"

The first funky tear slid down your cheek. His tongue licked your pain, lustfully. As his cock plunged even deeper into you.

You couldn't look at yourself in a mirror, your reflection reminding you of your nightmare come true.

And your belly swollen with the pain of the roses.

masterlist │ wattpad │ kofi │ previous fic.

(Questions are always welcome, any questions about the fic will be answered with pleasure)

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salemwritesxx · 3 years ago

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𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼.

𝔹 𝕒 𝕜 𝕦 𝕘 𝕠 𝕦 𝕂 𝕒 𝕥 𝕤 𝕦 𝕜 𝕚

⇴ male reader [24, pro-hero, alpha, quirk: ice-phoenix] ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↳ summary: Bakugou and [Your.name] were dating, about to get married. Though one morning, everything that was dear to [Your.name] was brutally ripped away when he found a letter from his fiancé. Katsuki was gone, no traces left behind. And now, after three years [Your.name] was suddenly confronted with the reason when he meets his ex-fiancé again in a small town in Hokkaido.

↣ rating: mature ↣ warnings: abo universe, male pregnancy, bonding (biting for the bond mark to appear), drama / angst that turns into a happy end though; angst ending version read here.

AN: This was inspired by @amgjiks ’ request they sent in a few months ago! posting this story under your original request feels kinda “wrong” since I’d be ignoring half of what you requested basically so imma keep the original for when inspiration kicks in, in the future :)

part 2.

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Walking along the streets, you didn’t have a destination in mind. Just walking around and letting fresh air clear your fogged up brain. You had been overthinking – again. It was one of those days were you couldn’t help but think back to three years ago. Tomorrow three years ago would have been the date were you and Katsuki would have said “Yes”, but alas… it all came differently.

Running your hand through your hair, you sighed deeply.

“I need to stop thinking about this. It’s been so long! Like this, I will never be able to forget him.”

But how were you supposed to forget the love of your life? Especially when it all came so quickly and out of nowhere? One day everything was fine, the next, he was gone. And as much as you tried to find him, despite him stating in the letter you shouldn’t try, it was all in vain anyways. It’s as if Bakugou Katsuki had never existed. Even his parents, that were always very much in love with you as their son-in-law, completely ignored you and cut you off.

It was such a deep cut, even time wasn’t able to heal anything. The last three years were rough. Sleepless nights were a normal thing by now. And while media praised you for working so hard on your hero career, you just pushed yourself like that so you wouldn’t need to think about the past. Because when you were working, it all just faded away.

However, after collapsing one day, the agency forced you to take time off and so you landed in Hokkaido. Far away from the bustling streets of Tokyo, your gloomy small apartment and your work place. With nothing to do, you found yourself overthinking day and night. If you just could ask him one question.

Why?

Putting on his scent-blocking collar, Bakugou suddenly felt a little tugging on his t-shirt, hence he looked down. [Eye.color], big eyes stared at him and the toothy smile immediately had him smiling as well.

“Are you ready to go outside, Hiroto?”, he asked his son who looked so much like you, reminding him every day what he had done.

“MH! Can I bring Popo?”, Hiroto’s big eyes sparkled a little, making it very difficult for Katsuki to say no, hence he nodded a little.

Watching his son, it only took a few moments before he came back with his stuffed animal, it was a phoenix. Rather, it was your merchandise. It… was complicated.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeess!”

And so, Katsuki locked the door behind him, leaving to go for a walk around the block and a quick park visit.

Leaning against a bridge, you stared down, still pondering. If you had just acted differently, maybe you could have saved your relationship. Whatever it was you had done, it pushed him away from you and it was eating you inside to not know what the reason was.

You didn’t know how many hours you had been wandering around town, trying to stop thinking, but as always, you only thought harder the less you had to do. Hence why you decided to go back to the inn you were staying at.

After hours outside, Hiroto was tired, his plushy Popo hugged tightly against his chest as he silently walked besides Bakugou along the streets. One more time, Katsuki tried to pick his son up, “Hiro? Want me to carry you home? Aren’t you tired?”

“NHN!”, he shook his head, “Daddy is never tired when he fights the bad guys! So I am also not tired.”

Hiroto was stubborn as he kept walking besides Bakugou who was just sighing a little. It was his own fault, but he couldn’t lie to his son. Without even thinking about it, Katsuki talked about you whenever you were on TV. He didn’t know why he just couldn’t keep quiet about you being Hiroto’s father. So now, whenever you were on TV, Bakugou had to lie and say you were in another country fighting the bad guys, even though you were still in Tokyo, mere 4 hours away with the train. But Katsuki couldn’t come back. Not after he had hurt you so much. It was his decision to raise Hiroto alone. You deserved to be successful, it had been your dream. Kids just weren’t a thing you had planned for, at least not with 21.

Being caught up in his own thoughts, Bakugou didn’t see you on the other side of the street. Neither did you see him. Both of you staring ahead, thinking back to three years ago, what had been and what it could have become. However, something connected you both. You never had a chance to bond with him, was it a tradition in your alpha family to bond during the wedding night, but your connection was different. Said connection was looking up and across the street.

Hiroto just looked around tiredly when he saw someone. Someone he had seen on TV multiple times. The little boy didn’t know how many times he had wanted Katsuki to show him YouTube videos of you fighting.

“HAAAHHH!? DADDY!?”, a piercing cry came from the little one, shaking you and Katsuki awake. The latter immediately grabbing Hiroto, but.. it was too late.

“HIRO?!”, he yelled, though his son ran across the streets.

You, on the other hand, were so incredibly confused. There he was, standing literally on the other side and then there was a little child, running towards you and calling for you. Was this the “Why?” you had searched for, for so long? You couldn’t think about it when your legs moved on their own to get the kid out of a potential dangerous situation.

It was a blessing that the small town didn’t have much traffic, hence why you could easily run towards him, scoop him up and get back to the safe sidewalks in mere seconds. You didn’t want to imagine what could have happened in a busy city like Tokyo.

Then you stood there, awkwardly holding Hiroto who was crying and sobbing into your t-shirt while Katsuki’s own emotions were all over the place. The Omega had never imagined the possible chance of meeting you again. After three years, all he had built up from scratch to have a comfortable life far, far away from you, as to not disturb your career, it all broke apart.

However, Bakugou wasn’t the only one hearing something shattering, your own heart dropped into your stomach. The already broken pieces shattering more when you saw the pure horror displayed on his face. This was not how you imagined meeting him again. He hated you. You were certain of that. Whatever you had done to him, he never wanted to see you again. It all was so clear to you now it almost brought you to tears then and there.

Your inner Alpha was strongly urging you to just grab him, Katsuki was your Omega, even if you never had a chance to mark him, that’s just how it was. He was yours. But…

Slowly pushing your son away you put him into Bakugou’s arms. There were no words said, the only thing disturbing the silence was Hiroto’s sobbing. Especially when you loosened his tight grip on your t-shirt, he started squirming and screaming, trying to grab onto you more. He had seen you on TV so many times and now you were right in front of him. Yet, Hiroto had to watch when you turned around and left him behind.

You had so many questions rushing through your head, but at the same time, you couldn’t bring yourself to utter them out loud. Not after seeing Bakugou’s expression. This was never supposed to happen. Even if your heart yearned for answers, especially regarding his son… your son?

Without thinking about it, Katsuki put Hiroto down to let him run after you once again. It was such an impulse thing to do, he truly didn’t know why he had done it. Though after three years, why should he hide anymore when you had seen everything now? Also… after so long, he might have not been able to ignore his heart’s desire and yearning any longer.

It was so incredibly hard to ignore Hiroto’s crying and just walk away as if it had never happened, but for the sake of Katsuki’s happiness, you chose to go. However, a sudden tug made you stop. Looking down you saw ice around your ankles. It was weak and thin, easily breakable really. Hiroto’s? When you turned around, he had already clutched your leg tightly. Why?

When you looked back up, Bakugou also stood in front of you, his ruby eyes shimmering a little.

“Do you … want to talk?”, he finally asked, his voice breaking at the end though as he tried his hardest not to cry. What was he doing? It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you in like three weeks, it had been YEARS since he left without any other word. Why would you even want to have anything to do with him or Hiroto?

“Yes!”, you said and it truly caught the Omega off-guard. After everything he put you through… If he was in your position he probably would have been so angry and furious, but you just seemed exhausted and tired.

But finally, you would be getting some answers.

All night long, you couldn’t sleep. After you had calmed down Hiroto enough, Bakugou gave you a little piece of paper with his address on it. “I work until 7. So we can talk without any disturbance.”, he said when he gave you the information. It was probably for the best. You didn’t want to imagine what would happen when your feelings would overcome you out in a café. [Your.hero.name] seen screaming in Hokkaido – you could see the news all over the internet already. So, it was probably for the best to meet him at home.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t nervous. How had your ex-fiancé been living his life the past three years? It was all exciting and scary at the same time to find out those things.

When you knocked on his door, your inner Alpha was impatiently pacing up and down. It was as nervous as you. But when the door opened and Katsuki stood there, you were sure for the first time in the last 12 hours, that it wasn’t a dream. Walking inside was heaven and hell at the same time. Everything smelled like him. The Omega’s scent was so familiar, but another one was mixed in – probably Hiroto’s.

“A friend of mine is looking after Hiroto tonight so he won’t be dragged into this.”, he said, nervously fumbling with his scent-blocking collar.

It was weird wearing it at home, but for you and himself, he had to wear it. His Omega had been going in circles ever since he met you again yesterday. It wanted to be taken and to be honest, Bakugou was also close to surrender to you. But it wasn’t that easy. You probably had so many questions.

“Oh… Yeah that’s for the best. Katsuki.”, you suddenly stopped in the middle of the hallways.

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry I can't wait, but you need to tell me now. Hiroto, he… called me Daddy and he has an ice quirk… so I am not wrong to assume that he is… our son?”

Katsuki could vividly feel your emotions, the Omega was shuddering, his throat dry and hands sweatier than usual.

“Yeah…”, was all he could choke out.

“Oh.. my God.”, you just mumbled to yourself. Hearing it out loud was like another punch in your stomach.

“Did you… leave me when you were pregnant?”, was your next question, still standing in the middle of the hallway.

However, Katsuki couldn’t even blame you. There were so many questions left unanswered.

“We were too young…”, his ruby eyes were shimmering again with tears, but he tried his best to keep them at bay.

“Too young?”, you were speechless for a moment, before looking back, “Why didn’t you tell me?! Why did you just… leave? Why… did you do everything yourself?!”

Now you were finally angry. After so long, you just couldn’t understand why he would leave you without saying anything. It could have all come differently if Katsuki would have just been honest!

“You had your career?! A baby didn’t just… fucking fit into our lifestyle! What else could I have done?!”, Bakugou yelled back. He knew it would come to this.

“SO?! You also had your career, we were both working hard to become well-known heroes so that’s not a fucking excuse. What else?? You seriously ask me?!”, you gestured wildly.

“You wouldn’t have wanted to raise a child, it was too soon!”

“It was NOT your right to decide that for me!”, you yelled, your voice breaking as tears welled up.

Bakugou once again being a little taken aback. His heart was racing and his tears so close to falling.

“You could have asked me, we could have worked it out.”, the first tears successfully fought their way out as they rolled over your cheeks.

“I loved you SO MUCH. If it was possible I would have literally brought you the stars from the sky. I would have done anything. And you? You just leave. Without anything but a letter telling me you cannot marry me. Do you have the slightest idea how I felt?”, your voice was shaking and breaking here and there, but it was freeing to finally let it all out.

“I thought it was for the best. I didn’t know what to do.“, Bakugou’s voice was so uncharacteristically weak and small.

“You didn’t know?? Did you never trust me, Katsuki? Was I just- such a horrible Alpha to you? Did you think I’d force you to an abortion? Was I not good enough to be a father?!”, you asked trying so hard not to scream, but all these pent up feelings, it all just gushed out without any sort of valve to stop yourself.

“That’s not it! I knew you wouldn’t do that, I just-“

“WHAT? Please tell me why! Why?! Why was I not worthy to be your mate? Why did you refuse to tell me and just leave?! Why did you chose raising OUR baby alone, I-“

“I DON’T KNOW, OKAY?! I don’t know! It was a fucking stupid decision out of nowhere!”, he finally screamed back, tears cascading down his face.

“Don’t you think I have regretted it? Do you think I LIKE being a single parent?! I know I fucked up. I know I threw it all away because I panicked, okay?! I just panicked and before I knew it I was on the train.”, Katsuki sobbed, desperately wiping away his tears.

“We were so fucking young! We had planned to marry, we were talking about saving up for the future to build a house, to have a family in like 10 years or more. But… But I just messed up! I forgot to take my medication before going into Heat, it was my fault I got pregnant- I… I couldn’t bring myself to tell you. Throw everything we planned out the window because I was too fucking stupid to remember.”, his voice broke horribly, being squeaky from time to time as Bakugou’s guilt just overflowed.

The Omega was shaking and instinctively, you and your inner Alpha wanted to protect him. Hence why you wiped away your tears and took a deep breath to calm yourself.

“I know I messed up. Fuck.”, he cried and yet laughed at himself. Hands buried in his hair, Bakugou just wanted to cease to exist in that moment. He had done so many things wrong in his life. The only good thing that had ever happened was meeting you and falling in love with you and even that he destroyed.

He was gasping for air due to talking nonstop while gesturing with his hands wildly. And then, you just hugged him. Your Alpha scent surrounding him and soothing him. Your arms strong and warm, just perfect to melt into them and let everything loose. Oh, how he had missed that.

“I just… wish you had given me a choice. I wish you would have trusted me more. I would have done anything for you and our baby. It would have been hard, I know, but I am sure we would have been able to make it work.”, you quietly said while soothingly caressing his back and letting a quiet, calming purr erupt from your throat. A sign how close you truly were as you would never purr for anyone else than Bakugou.

“I’m sorry.”, Bakugou sobbed and clawed at your clothes, “I love you and I missed you and.. it was so hard alone, but I know I don’t have any fucking right to complain about it because it’s all my fault and I hurt you so much and-“

You hugged him a little tighter.

“I regret everything, I… I… can you forgive me? Can you give me a second chance? I know I don’t deserve it. I know…”

Had you ever seen him so weak before? No. And it truly tugged on your heart strings. There is nothing you wanted more. Get back together. Be happy again. But-

“Katsuki… have you ever thought of coming back to me? Like, if I had never shown up, if I had never found out… wouldn’t you keep on living without me just fine? Don’t you think this is your guilty conscious speaking? You don’t want me. You don’t need me.”

That was the last thing you said before you pulled back from him at last. Bakugou was quite speechless, just staring at you, red, swollen eyes and a tear-stained face made it hard to just go. But it was for the better. Even if he had regretted it, he was never pushed so far as to come back to you. Like that, maybe it was for the best.

Though before you could turn away, he grabbed your hand.

“Katsuki…”

“I wanted… during the pregnancy, after Hiroto was born and every time I saw you on TV, I was so close to leaving all of this. But at that point, I was too fucking scared. I had no right to go back… There are so many letters I’ve written and never sent. [Your.name], I… I literally have a suitcase ready to go. I’ve been waiting for some sort of sign or I don’t know and now? You’re here. Right here in front of me. I know it’s foolish and I’m stupid and have no fucking right to demand this from you, but please… Let me come back. Please forgive me. Please… be Hiroto’s father.”

He had never in his life begged. His superiority complex definitely wouldn’t allow for any of that, but right now was different. He realized the hurt he had caused. How wrong he was. Bakugou had regretted running away in the first week of living in Hokkaido. He always told himself it was “the right thing”. So maybe it was pathetic that he came crawling back, but if there was a slight chance you would take him back, he just had to take it.

You just sighed. Your heart was confused. While your heart screamed yes over and over again, your brain was telling you no. What if it was just a spur of the moment thing? What if he would leave you again when things would get tough?

But then, you looked down and onto his hand. The gold engagement ring you had gotten him around four years ago was still on his ring finger.

“You still… wear it?”, you asked as you reached for the hand that gripped your wrist tightly. His hands were shaking still – you have never seen him like that.

“It’s the only thing that kept me connected to you…”

“Katsuki…”

Reaching out, you cupped his face with your big hand, the Omega instinctively leaning against it. It was okay. Even if you were to get hurt again. Even if you forgave too quickly. Everything was okay now as you leaned in to connect your lips.

Holding onto you immediately, Bakugou’s fingers clawed at your t-shirt not wanting to let go ever again. Your lips melting together, emotions overwhelming you both as you pressed him into the wall. One hand reaching up to his collar. It took mere seconds for it to snap open. Then it fell to the floor, unleashing all of Bakugou’s Omega scent.

It being overwhelming was quite the understatement. Your knees were weak and legs shaking. You couldn’t resist the urge to bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“Oh my God…”, you moaned as you slowly slid down onto the ground with him, Katsuki just whimpering as he hugged your body as close as possible.

He would never let go again – never!

With your teeth gracing along his neck, your sweaty bodies collided over and over again. Bakugou only able to sob as he held on to your hands tightly, nails digging into your skin and almost drawing blood.

You were hovering above him, hearing his cries and sobs. The sweet scent from his neck being so irresistible. You just wanted to bite. Mark him. It had been a tradition in your household to do so on your wedding night, but…

“Do it…”, you suddenly heard.

Bakugou could barely choke it out, ruby eyes filled with tears of pleasure as he whispered one more time, “Do it… It’s overdue…”

And then, without thinking twice about it anymore, you grabbed him tightly while your teeth sank into his skin.

A marvelous burning pain rushing through his body almost made Katsuki pass out. The sweet torture of being bonded to his mate was almost too much. That was all he had longed for, for so long. He didn’t know why you would take such a coward like him back, but he was so grateful and plain… happy.

Once you opened your eyes the next morning, it all felt like a dream. Especially when you reached to your side and it was empty.

Sitting up abruptly, you looked around – definitely not your room. So what happened last night was not a dream. However…

Without putting anything on, your heart was beating so fast when you rushed outside the bedroom door. Flashbacks to three years ago were haunting your mind.

“Katsuki?”, you tore open the next door, prepared to just see another letter on one of the tables.

Though it, thankfully, wasn’t the case. There he was, standing in the kitchen, your flannel from yesterday the only thing covering his body while he was talking to someone on the phone. Unintentionally, tears had formed in your eyes, but now, you just sighed shakily and wiped over your eyes quickly.

Bakugou, who had turned around once he heard you calling for him, certainly had his heart sinking in the pit of his stomach.

That was his fault.

“Okay… okay, thank you.”, then he ended the call and turned to you, “Sorry, it was about Hiro. Akitoshi will bring him over before lunch.”

“Ah? Mh, okay.”

“Hey…”, putting his phone onto the table, he walked towards you. The Omega’s strong arms wrapped around your waist as he cuddled against your chest.

“I am not running away again. I promise.”, Katsuki barely whispered.

Hugging him tightly with your hand buried in his hair, you just quietly sighed and then kissed his forehead before leaning your head against his.

“I know. I just need some time.”, you also said quietly and Bakugou understood.

Hence why he reached out to cup your face, smiling softly.

“I love you.”

A small smile also flitted across your lips. Your hands cupping his own as you leaned down to kiss him.

“I love you, too.”

Walking back into the bedroom, Bakugou soon lost the flannel again as he slipped into bed, snuggling against you; legs tangled and naked bodies melting together. Unintentionally your hand had slipped down to his belly. That’s when you felt uneven skin and a scar underneath your fingertips. Yesterday, you were caught up in all your pent up emotions too much, so you didn’t notice.

It was his C-Section scar.

“Katsuki?”

“Hm?”

“Tell me about Hiroto.”

Subconsciously, his lips curved into a smile. That you wanted to know more about your son melted his heart but also made him feel more guilty. If only he could turn back time.

“Yeah.”, and then, he started talking and you just listened to the soothing voice of your Omega.

There were three years to catch up on, but due to Katsuki telling your son about you all the time, at least it was easier for Hiroto. With how he was clinging to you yesterday, it was obvious he loved you even though he had never met you in person. And you wanted to be there for him at last. You had only met him yesterday for a brief moment but your heart was already filled with so much love that you wanted to give to him.

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⇻ salem.talks: I’d love to know what y’all thought of this story? :) once again I took inspiration from the request and I am pretty happy with the outcome!

#salemswriting.#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x male reader #bakugou x reader #bottom bakugou #bnha x male reader #bnha x reader #abo #mpreg #omega bakugou #bakugou

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shewrites02 · 3 years ago

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Gone Too Long |Shikamaru x Reader|

Summary: Not having his partner around begins to toll on Shikamaru

Word count: 3k

Lady Tsunade was assigning weekly chores to all the Shinobi who had yet to be assigned a mission. Usually these tasks were reserved for Genin, but this week had been slow for the village. Many Chunin and Jonin were left task less aimlessly patrolling the village.

"Shikamaru, you'll assist Iruka at the Academy for the remainder of the week."

Shikamaru let out a long dreadful sigh before muttering "What a drag, that's so much work." Just above his breath.

Shikamaru complaining was not out of the ordinary, but him complaining in front of the Fifth Hokage was and everyone took notice. Lady Tsunade slowly looked up from her journal with her eyebrow slightly raised. She was offering Shikamaru a chance to apologize before she completely ripped into him like she often did with Naruto. But all he did was smack his lips and cross his arms against his chest.

"Forgive him Lady Tsunade, he gets like this whenever y/n is gone on a mission." Ino announced proudly as a devilish smile graced her lips.

The other ninjas futilely tried to suppress their laughter but soon the whole room erupted into a uncontrollable fit. Even Lady Tsunade's scowl had turned into a humorous smile. Shikamaru's face began to turn beat red as his fellow shinobi teased him.

"So that explains his nasty attitude this whole week. Me and Akamaru knew there was something up with you!" Kiba laughed after Akamaru barked, agreeing.

"I bet his attitude will change once he gets some... special attention" Tenten snickered.

This even warranted a light chuckle from the stoned face Shino Aburame.

"Special... Attention?" Naruto mumbled completely lost. as usual he wasn't paying any attention and the joke had gone completely over his head. Kiba leaned over and explained the joke as clearly as he could. It took Naruto probably a full minute before he caught on and laughed with the rest of them.

Shikamaru grumbled under his breath, but didn't argue. As much as he hated to admit it to his friends, not having you around severely impacted his day to day interactions. He was constantly irritated because he didn't get as much sleep with you gone. The side of the bed where you usually reside seemed like a gaping hole with you not there, and no matter how much tossing and turning he did he was never comfortable.

He was frustrated that he couldn't come home to you after a long day of working with idiots. Even if you did nothing but tell him to give his teammates a break he missed the sound of your voice soothing him. He missed laying in your arms while you lectured that not everybody was a genius like him. At this point he would settle for your hands just gracing his.

And most of all he was distracted by the crippling fear that one of these days you might not come home to him. Shikamaru undoubtedly knew that you could handle yourself. Yall had spared a couple times and you'd come close to beating him more than once. But the idea of not being there to protect you often left him feeling helpless.

With these thoughts constantly running through his mind, it was difficult to focus on the seemingly mundane tasks he was often given. To be honest the only times he wasn't thinking of you was when he was on his own missions, and even then his thoughts were reserved for keeping his squad alive and staying alive himself specifically to see you again.

"Well you'll be glad to know she's coming back today, I'll be expecting you to be in a better mood tomorrow!" Lady Tsunade teased before shushing the crowd and returning to give out assignments.

Just as Shikamaru had thought working at the academy was the exact mindless work he dreaded so much. They could've put him with the younger children, given him a challenge, well at least that's what he thought. Instead he supervised a group of kids around the ages of 9 to 11. These children were no stranger to Shikamaru or his legacy, actually any shinobi rumored to have amazing talent or great potential was a topic of discussion amongst the children in the academy. The stories they've heard of Shikamaru and the Nara clan as a whole were impressive enough to earn their respect. In fear of potentially earning themselves a bad name with someone they could possibly call their squad leader once graduating, They gave Shikamaru absolutely no problems.

"Shikamaru Sensei... is it true you forfeited your last match in the Chunin exams?!" A little boy shouted across the blacktop as he and a large number of his classmates came rushing towards the lazy uninterested ninja.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"I told you, Idiot!" A young girl exclaimed, hitting the previous boy in the back of the head with a scroll she had. "He was running out of Chakra and knew he couldn't finish the fight!"

The young girl's confident proclamation surprised Shikamaru. Every ninja in the village knew the story, but very few knew the reasoning behind his actions. Usually the only ones who accurately recounted the story were those who saw the match with their own eyes.

"Who told you that?" Shikamaru inquired.

"Y/n Sensei told our whole class the story the last time she came to the academy, had all of us try to figure out why you'd throw a match that you practically had won. She said it's her favorite story to tell students who are about to graduate."

"Yeah she said it's still the most amazing match she's watched during the Chunin exams, even now!"

"She told us that if we wanna be half the ninja you are, we always have to be thinking two steps ahead."

Shikamaru couldn't stop that infamous smirk from creeping onto his face. He loved hearing that you spoke to your class about him, that you even bragged about how talented he was, even if it was to a bunch of children. You admired him not only for the person he is, but the ninja he's become and that was a great honor to Shikamaru.

"Look, it's y/n Sensei, she's back from her mission!" The little girl from before yelled pointing over at the village's entrance. All the children fervently yelled your name in a vain attempt to get your attention. The academy laid on hill that allowed them to peer down at the entire village, though they could see you, you could not see them.

Shikamaru acting as if he too were one of your students rushed to the fence to see if they were correct, if finally the love of his life had returned home. Sure enough right alongside Kakashi and Tsume there you were. Your smile is as bright as ever despite having a few minor scrapes and bruises. Butterflies filled the pit of Shikamaru's stomach and what was just a sly smirk had turned into a full blown smile, teeth and all. He's heart fluttered, but skipped a beat at the same time it was like he had seen you for the first time.

"Go ahead, class is wrapping up anyway!" Iruka whispered over to him.

Shikamaru was stunned, he was so entranced by the sight of you he was completely ignorant to his surroundings. For the first time since he graduated from the Academy he had let Iruka sneak up on him. Your being gone had even a greater hold on him than he initially thought. He needed to see you right now.

He thankfully patted Iruka on his back before darting off toward the exit. He knew you'd first go to Ichirkau Ramen to pick up dinner for the two of you, a tradition set in place to celebrate a successful mission. So if he could move quick enough he could make it to the flower shop and back to the apartment the two of you shared before you. He did not want a cold empty uninviting apartment to be what greeted you once you returned home, especially after seeing you had endured wounds while on your mission. Honestly he didn't want you to have to worry about a thing.

Once he fumbled into the door, he immediately began to prepare for your arrival. He lit every candle he could find and arranged them around the perimeter of the bathroom while the water for a hot bath drew. He even went as far as to place rose petals in the water. Something he never understood but knew you would appreciate. When that was handled he placed one of his t-shirts on the counter and dimmed the lights. He could hear your footsteps approaching down the hall.

His nonchalant nature made it absolutely impossible for him to display any type of excitement or anticipation willingly. Due to this he sprinted back to living snatching up a book that was left on the coffee table and pretended to read it as you walked into the room.

He lowered the book just below his nose being careful to conceal the wide tooth smile he had behind those pages.

"You're home." He announced very casually.

You laughed. He never exceeded those two words when it came to welcoming you back, never a "I missed you" or "I'm so excited to see you" always those two words. When you first started dating such a dull response hurt your feelings, you wanted him to be jumping for joy to see you. Now the promise of hearing those two words was the primary motivation in completing your missions.

"And look, ramen!" You squealed slightly shaking the bag.

Shikamaru glanced over at the bag then returned his gaze to his book. You scoffed slightly offended, this was your favorite part of coming home, pigging out on loads of ramen after eating forest food for a week. Shikamaru knew this! He'd let you recite the details of your mission to him while he attentively listened, it was when you explained all the scrapes and bruises you inevitably always returned with.

"Go get cleaned up so we can eat." He demanded eyes still glued to that stupid book.

Your face fell, that childish giddy smile now wiped clean away. Shikamaru had never had a problem sharing at least a quick meal with you before you hopped in the shower. You were well aware of the toll half a day's walk had on one's body, but was this your boyfriend's crude way of telling you, you smelled. You sat the ramen on the dining room table not bothering to suppress the pout on your face.

Shikamaru got a glimpse of your expression out the side of his eye and immediately felt guilty. Perhaps there was a better way of getting you in the bathroom to see his surprise for you. One that hadn't made you feel so self conscious or small. For such a genius he made some stupid mistakes.

He placed his book on the coffee table to meet you in the kitchen. Bypassing the food he snuck behind you, creeping his arms around your waist before planting a small soft kiss on your cheek. Shikamaru snuggled his head into your neck before speaking.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so crass." He mumbled against your skin. "But I do have a surprise for you in the bathroom."

You perked up at the mention of a surprise. A wide grin sneaking on your lips as the scowl you held earlier dissipated. Shikamaru had always been a thoughtful boyfriend even if he was so coy in his interactions with you. He'd fill the apartment with roses for your anniversary , then downplay the extravagant act when you walked in the door. He once planned an entire surprise birthday party for you just to spend the entire night proclaiming he barely did anything. You were excited to see what considerate display your partner had put together this time.

You let out a small gasp as you walked into the romantically decorated bathroom. The dim candles created such a relaxed yet intimate ambiance to the entire space. You chuckled some at the rose petals. Despite the countless lectures both you and Ino had received on how pointless it was to pick the petals off of roses when a person could simply just give their partner a bouquet of roses, he still included them in your warm bath.

"Shika... you didn't have to do all this."

"It was nothing." He reassured disregarding the full speed sprint from the academy to the Yamanaka flower shop, then to the apartment. "Here let me help you."

Shikamaru assisted you in removing your garments. He knew how even the smallest tasks could bring out the failure's in your body after such a long mission. Something as simple as slipping out of a pair of cargoes seemed like a feat to a body so sore from what felt like an endless battle. He let you grasp onto his forearm before dipping into the tub and sinking shoulder deep. The warm water against your ailing body felt almost euphoric. As usual Shikamaru knew exactly what you needed.

Of course your generous boyfriend could not stop there, running you a bath was not enough. He was going to bathe you himself too. Tenderly rubbing the dirt and grime from every cut and scrape on your body.

"How'd you get this one?" a question he asked ever so often. His tone is always dull and irritated.

Shikamaru hated to see you covered in bruises. You called them a causality of the job, but to him they were just a sign that he wasn't there to protect you. He would try to ignore the small ones, but any that seemed too deep or painful he felt obligated to inquire about. Although he never liked the answer. That's probably why wiping away your wounds was so therapeutic for him. If he couldn't prevent the pain, at least he could alleviate it now.

"A shuriken hit me, cheap shot." You huffed.

Your boyfriend's face didn't soften, in fact you were sure you saw him actually grimace at the mention of you getting hit. You wondered why he even tortured himself asking questions he didn't want the answer to. Nonetheless you weren't going to let some small injuries ruin your first night home.

"Rumor around the village is you missed me a whole lot while I was away. "

Shikamaru's cheeks instantly flushed as he averted his eyes away from you. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously as a few unsure chuckles fell from his mouth. He was searching for the words to say.

"I ran into Naruto at Ichiraku's, he said you had such an attitude with all of them. Heard you even snapped at Lady Tsunade you missed me so much."

"Damn, Naruto!" He mumbled underneath his breath. "You mess up my whole routine when you leave!"

You let out an exaggerated sigh at the tired excuse.

"Give it up Nara, you missed me!"

Reluctantly the shadow ninja accepted defeat. He laced his now wet hands with yours and brought them to his lips. He planted a trail of endearing kisses up your arm to your elbow before gently returning your hand to the soothing water.

"I'm a mess when you're not here. I swear you occupy so much space in my brain, I can't even think straight. I miss you so much."

The revelation caught you off guard. Maybe it was his lustful entrance of finally having you home after a month, but Shikamaru very rarely was this vulnerable with you. Such words blossomed butterflies in your stomach. It was as if Shikamaru was confessing his feelings for you for the very first time.

"I love you so much y/n."

"I Love you too."

The two of you feel into a comfortable silence. Shikamaru stood to grab you a dry towel. Reluctant you feel deeper into the water, Although drawing colder you couldn't imagine getting out the tub just yet. After all it had been weeks since you allowed yourself to be pampered in such a way. You wanted to savor every moment.

"God, this feels so good." You moaned in pleasure.

Shikamaru raised an eyebrow at your blissful proclamation, that infamous smirk plastered on his face. He approached the tub, abandoning the towel on the counter, and kneeled behind you. He snaked his hand up your torso, fondling you some before they landed at your neck. You'd have let out a small gasp if the familiar feeling of his fingers lightly squeezing your throat hadn't completely knocked the air out of you. He kissed his way from behind your ear down to the base of your neck.

"I can make you feel better."

The next morning the two of you found yourselves in Lady Tsunade's office, along with your comrades. As usual the Fifth Hokage was assigning daily tasks, when her eyes fell upon Shikamaru. His demeanor was clearly different from yesterday, His hands had returned to his pockets and his scowl had been replaced with a content grin.

"You seem to be in better spirits Shikamaru." Tsunade announced inquisitively. "I assume you've resolved that issue of yours?"

The other shinobi snickered at her insinuation. The attention made both you and Shikamaru look down at the floor hoping it would open up and consume you two whole. Shikamaru rubbed the back of his neck, eyes closed before answering.

"Yes Ma'am."

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theepisceswriter · 4 years ago

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Sending nudes/sexting w/ AOT characters (Erwin, Levi, Reiner, Zeke, Connie)

TW: mature things obviously, fembodied!reader, typos probably bc I didnt proofread, 18+, MINORS DNI

ERWIN

Okay but having Erwin as a sugar daddy who never really expects too much of the “sugar” part out of you, but he’s so sweet and nice and such a gentleman that you can’t help but feel bad one day and send him a teasing photo of you in some lingerie he bought you a while ago and oop—now you totally just started something between you two.

It started off as just pictures in you in lingerie. You mostly covered with maybe a nipples or two poking out through the fabric, but eventually you felt comfortable enough to send him picture of nude parts of you body. And eventually you built your confidence up to send him full body nude picture in stances that make him go crazy. Like you on your knees with your hands flat against your thighs or bent over something with your ass and cunt on display.

One time you sent him soapy titty pictures and a video of you putting the soap on your titties and when I tell you this man went feral with horniness, I mean it.

I wish I could write out sexts for Erwin but he strikes me more of a video call type person rather than text. He’ll FaceTime you in a heartbeat after you send a picture, instructing you on what he wants to see and what he wants you to do with your body. Often times the video calls end up with you either fingering yourself or fucking yourself with a toy he bought for you as he watches from the other end.

“Good girl, just like that. Now spread those lips for daddy so he can get a good look at you.”

Sometimes he’ll even join in with you for a mutual masturbation. Large cock on display in the camera and in his hand as he jerks it at the same pace you’re fingering yourself so you can both reach your orgasms at the same time.

After you both but you think that’s the end of that until the next time he wants to have a session like that, but seeing you over the phone only edge him on more. “I’m sending someone to come pick you up. Be ready in 10 minutes.” Not even a goodbye or anything, but an order.

LEVI

Nudes and sexting between you and Levi are not a common occurrence at all. You two would much rather be in the physical company of each other to do anything to each other and plus, Levi doesn’t like using his phone a lot.

That’s why when Levi sent you a picture of himself with the cockring you had put on him earlier in the week as a reminder that it was still on, you were shook to your core. Not only because of the fact that he just sent you a nude, but because he looked so good in it with his cheeks flushed, eyes low just begging to orgasm, and his pink cock standing straight up screaming for someone other than him to touch it.

It was almost like he sent it to you knowing that it would rile you up and hopefully cut down on his punishment so the two of you can hurry up and use each other to your liking. And you would be lying if you said that thought wasn’t peaking at the back of your head, but this week was all about your self control along with his. As you’re thinking on how you should reply, maybe with a picture of your own or a few words to tease him, he sends you a string of texts:

(txt) I’m so needy for you baby

(txt) I don’t think I can wait three more days with this thing on

(txt) it hurts, I need you to make me feel good

(txt) so I can make you feel good too

But, just to torture him longer and get him at his neediest, you send him a picture of your cunt along with a text:

(txt) only 3 more days and then you’ll be able to have me any way you want 💜

REINER

As an adult it’s so clear that Reiner really lacks confidence at times and can be quite shy and uneasy when it comes to things. Especially when that thing is something like taking nudes that requires so much confident because let’s be honest, sending nudes isn’t always easy.

Plenty of times you’ve blessed him with lewd photos of yourself to add to his spank bank or tried to sext with him, but he just couldn’t quite catch on, but you really don’t mind at all! As long as you’re helping him orgasm and not making him uncomfortable then you could care less about his poor sexting and nude taking skills. But he wants to learn how to be more comfortable in his own skin, so he enlists in your help. At first you thought he was joking, but nope, he was dead serious.

It was kind of awkward at first trying to give him directions on how to pose if it was a nude as if you weren’t the one taking the pictures for him, but it didn’t take long for the two of you to get the hang of it. At one point he looked so good, so hot and flustered with his cock in his hand spread out on the bed that you couldn’t resist pouncing on him then and there. Which resulted in hun taking the camera from you as you rode him and taking pictures of the two of you fucking.

It sparked a tradition between you two from there on out; taking pictures of each other in sexual context whenever you can. You two don’t even need to send each other nudes at this point because you have so many nude pictures of your phone already on each other’s phones.

Not saying you dressed Reiner up in a maid outfit once and took pictures of him with his erect cock poking out underneath the dress, but you dressed Reiner up in a maid outfit once and took pictures of him with his erect cock poking out underneath the dress and you keep it in the favorites tab in your camera roll for whenever you need spank bank material.

Now he’s much more confidence with taking nude photos of himself and sometimes he’s the one to start up sexting conversations between you two.

ZEKE

There’s no one in this world who sexts better than Zeke sexts. His messages are like poetry, so descriptive and easy to visualize and leave you melting in your seat with hot cheeks. They’re just as effective on you as his dirty talk in the bedroom and if you sat there for a good thirty minutes just reading them and thinking about all you experience with him, then you could probably make yourself cum just from that.

(txt) I just want to make you tremble in my arms so bad while I pound into you from behind, my fingers playing with your swollen clit to push you into sensitivity while you orgasm

(txt) want a cock covered in cum by the time I’m through with you

What’s so funny is that he’s behind the screen doing a mundane task like eating cereal while texting you all this. He’s not even too turned on or overly horny at all, just messing with you because he knows the two of you are so far away from each other at the moment.

It’s not until you send him a video of your wet cunt on display with your fingers knuckles deep into yourself moaning out his name trying to mimic his touch, that he really gets riled up. Sitting his cereal down and all to focus on the short snippet of a video, feeling himself get harder and harder in his pants as he watches it on repeat.

(txt) Aw the needy little slut can’t get off properly without me there, can you?

He knows you’re using these texts to coax yourself into your orgasm, probably imagining him behind you whispering them in ear. So, to mess with you further knowing how much you want him right now, he sends a video back to you of him palming his erection through his pants. Knowing it’ll drive you crazy that you can’t have him right now in this moment.

CONNIE

Connie sends you pictures of his dick all the time and not even necessarily in sexual content either. You’ll be minding your business at work and get a picture of Connie’s dick with tiny sunglasses and a mustache on it with a text that reads: “Look babe 😌 I dressed him up. He wants to go on a date with your pussy tonight.”

You cannot take this man seriously at all, simply replying to him with an emoji like ‘🤨’ thinking that’ll be the last of that for today, but boy oh boy were you wrong. Minutes later your phone is buzzing with a notification from Connie. It’s a video and because you think it’s going to be a meme or something you open it without considering your surroundings.

Immediately, the sounds of his whines and moans exit the speakers on your phone and you have to run to the bathroom to finish the rest of the video. This time you’re able to actually look at it; Connie’s hand stroking the base of his cock with a lubricant all over his hands at a pace that was going to have him cumming in only a couple of minutes. And no, the mustache and sunglasses were no longer on anymore.

You take pity on your poor boyfriend and decided to do him a favor, pulling down your shirt and bra so you’re breasts were on display for them. Angling them and holding them up in a way you knew would make him go crazy before you sent the picture to him.

(txt) enjoy 🥰

And in return? He sent you a nut video with the sound on.

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kkusuka · 4 years ago

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HQ poly Headcannons pt. 2

Poly Headcannons <3 part 1

pairs: Oikawa & Ushijima, Hanamaki & Matsukawa, Suna & Osamu, Kita & Aran, iwaizumi & Kyotani, and Oikawa & Kageyama

nsfw and sfw

Oikawa Tooru & Ushijima Wakatoshi

Sfw

This was an interesting match up

Considering the fact that Tooru can barely stand sharing you sometimes, they seem to make it work!

You were most likely Ushiwaka’s girlfriend, and Tooru just couldn't stand for that

Well at first he didn't really know that fact

He met you in the stans after an Alders game that he 100% wasn't there to spy on Toshi or to see how much better he got, no way

But luckily, you the beautiful angel of light, sat next to him to cheer for Waka’s team!

So after the game when Tooru was flirting with you and you completely ignored him to go to your boyfriend, Oikawa was more than let down

And you ignored him for the brick wall???? He just didn't understand.

Now he wanted you more than he did when he saw you, even more so that you belonged to the bastard Ushiwaka.

After almost 8 months of befriending you, he finally weaseled into your relationship! And Ushiwaka was so whipped for you he let it happen!

But at that point, he was so whipped for you that he didn't even care that they shared you!

Your guy’s dynamic is a bit twisted and hard to get a good understanding of.

Where Tooru makes it painfully aware to everyone that the two of you are dating, Wakatoshi is like a silent predator

He’s silent but deadly, and you’ve known him for far longer. That means he knows what you really like.

It's simple, he let’s tooru take you on extravagant dates and all that meaningless stuff.

But Ushiwaka is always there waiting at home to cuddle and watch a ton of movies with, he even lets you climb on him and cuddle him like a big teddy bear

Nsfw

This is one of the pairs that I think you're fucked in

It’s a silent competition of who can wreck you worse

Unlike some other Oikawa pairs, I truly believe that Oikawa would top

But Wakatoshi is also a top, a big man who has big needs

This ends up with you most likely with a two cocks one hole situation

If not that, it's the classic split roasts or Eiffel tower!

Oh to have Ushiwaka reaming you with Tooru in your mouth, yeah it's not as peaceful and soft as it sounds

But it’s still worth it

It starts softly! Then they go harder to try and beat the other! Then they really just treat you like a fleshlight.

Thankfully Tooru knows good aftercare techniques

But you still can’t walk for a while

“You can cum for me, show Toshi why you like better, go ahead”

“You stretch so good for me, even after Tooru’s turn, you're always so tight”

“Look at her little clit, did Ushiwaka not pay enough attention to it? That’s ok! Tooru’s gonna make it all better for you!”

Hanamaki Takahiro & Matsukawa Issei

sfw

Let's be real here, you met them at a spencers or a sex shop in a mall.

But it was a cute meetup!

After that, you guys just seemed to keep bumping into each other and became close friends

The initial relationship was started by Makki, he was the more open of the two so it made sense

And it’s been smooth sailing from then on

The amount of inside jokes you guys have is almost ridiculous, everywhere you go in the city you have a joke

You guys spend almost every waking moment with one another

One of their favorite things is to take you shopping, so you can do a little fashion show for them with anything you want to try on!

As in them make you try on revealing outfits for them

Dates normally would include random dinners at restaurants them a movie night/ sleepover

Like you guys would just stay up an fool around for hours on hours

They literally have no problems sharing and are always making sure you're perfectly ok with everything they do.

Nsfw

As expected you guys are very adventurous

Daddy Matsun got you and Makki covered

Well that's when Makki isn't trying to ream you into the couch

They both like toys, like a lot, a lot

Punishment is where the toys really shine, but you can't really call the toy punishment, punishment because you feel really good during it.

And it the most repeated thing you guys do

Mattsun’s the punishment dealer, so he’ll give you the biggest dildo that you guys have, no lube, he’ll tie your arms up and make you try to get down on it

BUT if he’s feeling a bit more punishing, he’ll set up a vibrator and set it to your little clit and turn it ALLLL the way up

But if that isn't enough, he will either let Makki in your ass, or the fuck machine will come out

They really love watching you try to get off, it does two things

1- it gives them new ideas

2- it shows how much you need them, and their cocks in your little aching holes

This lead to them having you wear plugs in public, which moved to wearing a vibrator

Sometimes, they make you wear a mask, but under the mask

(come here)

(closer)

They make you wear a ball gag under your mask

Good babies do what their daddies tell them too <3

“Look ‘Kawa, her hole is so tight she can barely fit both of us, just relax baby. They’ll get in, we’ll make sure of it”

“Makki, spread her legs wider, don't let her his from this”

“Don't make me gag you brat, you’re lucky Makki is in good mood, huh?”

Suna Rintaro & Osamu Miya

The way you got together was like love at first sight

For both of them too

You met Osamu first, you were seated next to him at an Italian cooking class

You guys had joked around and he was so impressed by your cooking that he got your number!

(he won't tell you but he had already sent pictures of you to Suna, and he was doing it allllllllll night)

He immediately invited you to Onigiri Miya, where you met Mr. Rintarou

Who was already practically in-love with you just from pictures.

You were clearly drawn to them, they were so cool!

They made a big scene of asking you out too

They both took you to one of the best restaurants in the city and had a private balcony dinner

After dessert they took both of your hands and asked you, in sync nonetheless, you do wonder how long it took for them to figure out how to do that

Clearly, you said yes, and that was the first of the many great memories you have with the two!

Since they both have pretty busy schedules they can't always come to you, so you go to them!

Even if they assured you that you didn't have to work, that never stops you from taking up shifts and Onigiri Miya on Monday and Fridays, (sometimes on Wednesdays if Osmau relents)

Even when you do work, you make time to make and bring Suna lunch every time he has all day practice

(you make them both lunch every day, but they can get it themselves, they are grown men, and you serve no one)

Traditional dates are less common, you guys mostly just like to hang out with each other

Like 3 am cooking challenges and asking to get ice cream from the shop down the road

You guys also, when you can, just spend hours cuddling in your bed or on the couch just in each other's arms

(can you tell i’m uwu-ing)

Nsfw

For having a busy schedule you guys sure do have time to fuck

A common theme is having Samu fuck you when Suna watches

God, watching you fall apart around his best friends dick will never get old, so so pretty when you're all fucked out and begging for him too

Sometimes hell have you suck him off, but he isn't unstable he can wait his turn~

Osamu works just as hard as he does, he has to let oust some stress and, you're just so good at making them feel better

Remember the cuddling?

Yes, that's a guise to cockwarm you, let them relax you always feel so good and today was s stressful

I can tell you saw this coming but, Suna likes to put whipped cream all over you, it gives him an excuse to eat you out for hours and Osamu and excuse to have you naked and able to eat as much whipped cream as he wants

Do they like double penn.?

Yes, very much so ma’am.

Just know that you are stuffed at any available moment they can manage

*cough* whipped *cough*

“look she’s grinding into like a circus whore huh ‘Samu? go harder”

“look into the camera baby, tell them all the things you’d love for them to do to you”

Iwaizumi & Kyoutani

This was an interesting one for sure

A senpais pretty girlfriend thing too

Iwaizumi knew Mad Dog had a crush on you before he did, and he did everything in his power to deny the accusation

The entire team could see how the second year was calm and behaved when you were around, so taking the high road

Iwaizumi came a with a plan: bring you and Kyotani as close as possible

All with consent firm you and knowing he was ok with anything that would happen

Suddenly inviting him to hang out with the two of you

Then it was letting him have you in his lap while you watch movies

And that progressed into letting him cuddle you after bad days, never without Iwa of course

Everyone on the team could tell the effects that it was having on him, he was calmer and easier to get along with.

He even started listening to Oikawa when he spoke, it was like a miracle.

And k\Kyotani finally got enough courage to tell you!

(you had pretty much known, but wanted him to say it himself)

Thus began what I would call that “Kyotani learns how to love” saga

Dates were first, they both took you to a small field of flowers to have a picnic and when it got dark out you guys set up a sheet and watched a movie!

For the both of them being temperamental, they got along really well

(mostly because Kyotani hangs off nay words you or Iwaizumi say)

You also make the both of them lunch and some afternoon snacks for practice!

(and if anyone who sees you guys, they’ll never mention how odd the two angry boys look next to their sweet little princess)

Nsfw

Sir Iwaizumi holds the torch

He’s the main dominant force, though Kyotani tries oh he does

Yeah, hate to say it but you bottom for them, every time.

A big thing is when he lets Kyo get you alone (while he watches)

Yeah maybe he lets kyo take over every once in a while, he’ll let him have you

Iwaizumi love having you under him, putting you in the mating press while Kyo watches from a chair a vibrator tied to him, just watching until Iwa finishes and leys Kyo try and breed you

You guys have also dedicated hours to getting you stretch enough to take both of them in one hole, but if not that then one hole for each of them will do

As you could imagine, they both love marking you up

You always come out of sex looking beat up

Most of the bruises are on your neck and inner thighs, but the bites on your nipples and the curve of your ass beg to differ

Now the real question is when Kyo is being bad!

Feathery kisses all over him, that's not where he wants your mouth, lower go lower

Don’t leave him!

He always learns his lessons after hours of waiting Iwa breed you

You being bad?

No cumming for a week, they can play with you but unless you want the time to get longer you don’t even think about orgasming.

“Calm down Kentaro, it’s too early to break her, we just got started.”

“Yeah i let Hajime have you but you still belong to me too, don’t forget that”

Kita Shinsuke & Aran Ojiro

This was the perfect girl next door story!

Middle school aran was so thankful to have you calm him down after yet another Miya twins episode

So as the two of you grew up it was natural that you became friends with his friends!

Namely his bestfriends- Kita!

Who was practically at your feet the second you met

From first to third year, they both grew to REALLY like you

They were both ready to spend the rest of their lives with you and were prepared to share if you wanted that.

The day you guys all got together was when they lost to Karasuno at nationals

You guys went back you the hotel room and just sat, cooing how well they did and how great they were no matter the outcome

It wasn't out of the normal for them to be all over you, both of them got a hand, but Aran was nestled into your lap and Kita was snuggled into your chest

Nothing was planned either, at that moment they knew that it was their chance!

The look on their faces when you said that you felt the same!

From then on you were treated even more like a queen

Every Monday before school one of them gets you a bouquet of flowers for the week and the other comes up with a date idea!

You're involved in the dates cycle and that now have a pile of stuffed animals that you got them from things like festivals or the mall

Since your relationship started with a cuddle, it's a favorite between you guys

A movie and some take out. Making fun of the Miya twins, and when Kita won’t admit it, you guys watch a rom-com, where you and Aran laugh at Kita's confused face when he doesn't understand the joke

Even with all of that, the real favorite between you guys is staying after practice and just having fun while cleaning up.

They just wuvvv uuuuuuuuu <3

Nsfw

Even if Kita is the commanding voice, Aran id the driving force

Kita likes when you two put on a show for him

Not that it's hard, even if Aran wasn't half as good as he was, your faces could satisfy him until his dying days.

Speaking of shows, Kita is a dictator, which means punishments

One of his favorites is having you finger fuck yourself in front of him and Aran until you can't move

Another is tying you up at having you watch the both of them jerk off to seeing you try and get off by grinding on the sheets (which does not work)

Aran, whether he admits it or not, he took a page out of Suna’s book

His entire hidden photo album is of you either being fucked by him or sucking Kita off

He also has an entire recorded version do you guys fucking that he and Kita watch when you aren't home

When Kita does have you to himself he takes on the Dom/Sub kinda thing

Aka borderline pet play

You sit and listen to him and what he says like a good pet, and you get a reward!

He dresses you up in little white dresses and he has you kneel in front of him and cockwarm him while he works

When Aran has you alone he takes the chance toooooo

….

…

Breed you!

Like a good little girl!

You take his cum so so well, don't you!

Yes yes, you do!

“Don’t let her walk all over you Aran, breed her like a good cow” (i had to, I really did)

“You look so pretty stretched around my cock, you're a good breeding whore, right? Yes, you are!”

Oikawa Tooru & Tobio Kageyama

This was a classic “in love with my senpais pretty girlfriend” kinda thing

Kags didn't mean to

He had known you from middle school and had a huge crush on you, but he knew that was as far as it would go

But when you came up to him after the game with seijoh and told him that he would have better luck next time

It was the hug that got him and in true Kageyama fashion he just couldn't help the words that fell from his mouth

“Thank you, you're still really pretty, and I've always loved you!”

Silence………………………………….

He couldn't even apologize because Oikawa was already on you yelling at him about never letting you near Kageyama again.

Yeah you had calmed both of them down, telling Tooru that he was overreacting and Kageyama was harmless to your relationship

After a few days of silence, you had invited Kageyama to have a “talk” with you and Oikawa

It was really just talking about feelings and ultimately Oikawa admitting that he was willing to give it a try, but you were his first and foremost and that won’t change

But you were quick to realize that they were actually really good together

The rivalry between the two always kept you on your toes and fueled both of their superiority complexes

Dates were always happening all the time, anther constant competition for you to like one of them better than the other

It's mostly movies and take out but its a date nonetheless

One thing they love to do is try to teach you how to play, all the time they try to get you to hit their sets

Even if you're awful at it, they appreciate you trying to learn more about their greatest passion.

You also try to go to as many of their practices as you can manage, they really love having you there to cheer them on!

Nsfw

Ok so at first Kageyama had absolutely no idea what to do, so some exploring was mandatory

Finding out he was a switch was a happy surprise!

That leads to things going two ways!

You could have Tooru taking his throne in the bedroom and he commands his two peasants to do exactly what he wants them too

This can include just regular soft sex with your little tobio gazing and longing for him, while tooru watches

Tooru will have the two of you grinding, Tobio with a cock ring and you a strict order to no cum until told.

Or maybe he’ll have the two of you ride dildos, tied up and making a pretty show for him

Or you could have Tobio dictating both of you

This is mostly having you ride him while Toru watches, but he can't touch

It also might be Tooru eating you out and kags in your mouth, fucking your face. <3

Whenever either of the boys wins something you take all the time in the world and worship him as he deserves!

“Aw! Tobio I know you can go faster than that! Oh ho ho, ~ y/n I know you aren't about to cum! I didn't give you the go-ahead! Hold on, baby!”

“Tooru you look so weak. You haven't even touched her and you're ready to cum.”

“You look so pretty under me, Tobio~ let me and Tooru take care of you!”

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I Was A Bet, You Were A Distraction (K.SJ/M.YG)

Warnings : swearing, drinking, betting on feelings

Word Count : 4941

Synopsis : a relationship started on a bet, a classic trope, but with a twist.

I knew the rumours that circulated about me. I knew what everyone thought of me, but it never bothered me. Being an ice queen and keeping everyone at an arms length keeps my heart safe. Guys still tried to break me, wanting to be known as the person who broke the ice queen, but I’ve never cracked.

“Another rejection?” My best friend, Park Jimin, pouted as he sat across from me. “You really should give someone a chance. You’re obviously not going to make a move on library guy.”

“His name is Min Yoongi.” I cut him off, a playful smile on my face as he rolled his eyes. “Besides, that guy was gross. He literally told me he could show me a fun time if I just showed him a pretty smile.”

“Okay, gross.” Jimin chuckled. “But please, if a non-gross guy asks you out, just give it a shot. They could surprise you.” I rolled my eyes, reluctantly agreeing to the only guy I’ve ever had a soft spot for.

“Hey, Y/N.” Someone said as Jimin and I were getting ready to leave the café and grab dinner. When I turned around, I met the eyes of the infamous Kim Seokjin, standing there with a nervous smile on his face. “I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner with me sometime?” His eyes looked hopeful, but it didn’t phase me. I heard the rumours; heard the stories of the many girls he’s been with. I refused to be another notch in his belt. But before I could reject him, Jimin jumped in.

“She’d love to!” Seokjin looked over to my best friend who had thrown his arm across my shoulders, and then looked at me for confirmation.

“Sure, Kim Seokjin.” I didn’t bother faking a smile. I’m sure he’d heard the rumours about me. I’m sure he just wants to be the one to crack me. He’s always enjoyed a challenge.

“Great! Uh, here’s my number. Text me.” He handed me a piece of paper ripped from a notebook with his number scrawled on it. I took it from him, telling him I’d text him later, and walked away as fast as I could.

“I thought you said non-gross guy, Jimin!” I hit him lightly as we walked away from the café. “Kim Seokjin is one of the grossest!”

“Yes, but he’s got money, babe. I did you a favour.” He lightly shoved me with his shoulder, and I couldn’t help but laugh and roll my eyes. I suppose one date couldn’t hurt. I’ll get some good food out of it at the very least.

“Here, drink some water.” Yoongi looked up at me from his textbooks with wide eyes. He quietly thanked me as I took my usual seat across from him. I took quick glances up at him every once in a while as I studied, thinking about the first day I took the seat across from him.

I used to study at the café as I waited for Jimin to get out of dance. But random guys would always interrupt me, and I found myself barely getting any studying done. So I decided to study at the library for a couple hours before heading to the café to meet Jimin per our tradition.

Min Yoongi, known as the ice king, would always sit alone. Sitting with him was my best bet in getting any work done, knowing he wouldn’t bother me. He seemed annoyed when I first sat down, but when he saw it was me, didn’t say a word. No one dared bothered us when we were together.

It didn’t take a genius to see how handsome Min Yoongi was. I always found myself sneaking glances at him while we studied, unable to keep my eyes off of him. We spoke a few words to each other over these last few months, and that was enough for me to give into my growing crush.

“Hey, Y/N?” He softly asked as I began packing up. I seized my movements, looking up at the gorgeous man I can’t stop thinking about. “I heard you were the best at this, would you mind tutoring me sometime? I’ve been having a hard time grasping it.” He pointed to a homework booklet he was given that was still completely blank save for his name in the top right corner.

“I got to go meet up with a friend, but,” I ripped a corner off from one of my notebooks and quickly scrawled my number on it, sliding it across from him. “Text me and we can figure something out.” He looked up at me with a small smile on his face, and I could swear time stopped. I quickly shook myself out of the trance his smile put me in and packed up the rest of my books before walking to the café, a lovesick smile on my face.

I was dressed in my best dress, my hair and makeup done to the best of my abilities, and I couldn’t help but smile at myself in the mirror. “Who knew my best friend was so hot.” Jimin joked over Facetime, a playful smile on his face.

“I can’t believe you convinced me to actually go on a date with Kim Seokjin.” I grumbled, collapsing on my couch as I waited for him.

“It didn’t take much convincing. I know apart of you is excited to live the rich life for one night.” I giggled, but we both knew he was right. When the doorbell rang, I said my goodbyes to Jimin and went to answer it, surprised to see Seokjin standing there in a tailored suit holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Wow, you look, wow.” I chuckled, taking the flowers he was holding out for me. Quickly, I filled a vase with water and placed them inside before sliding on a pair of heels and grabbing my purse.

“You know you could have just texted that you were here.” I pointed out as he opened the car door for me.

“How am I supposed to sweep you off your feet if I do that?” He smiled before closing the door and rushing to his side.

As much as I hate to admit it, I actually enjoyed the time I spent with Jin. He was a complete gentleman right up to the end. And there wasn’t any awkward silence; conversation seemed to flow easily. I found myself laughing at his jokes and his stories. Time just seemed to fly by while I was with him as he wasn’t dropping me off until after midnight. “You certainly surprised me tonight, Kim Seokjin.” I smiled.

“Does that mean you’ll go on a second date with me?” I found myself agreeing before I could stop myself. Maybe this is exactly what I needed to get over my one-sided crush on Min Yoongi. He’d be a good distraction.

“I hear our resident Ice Queen got a boyfriend.” Yoongi teased as I sat across from him. Ever since our first date, Jin and I have been spending more time together. I still keep up my regular schedule of studying with Yoongi until I have to leave to meet up with Jimin, but Jin and his friends have decided to join us. It’s been 2 months since my first date with Jin, and 1 month since we’ve made it official.

“Now it’s time for our resident Ice King to get a girlfriend.” I teased back, taking a sip of the coffee Yoongi bought me. He’s made it a daily thing, buying my favourite coffee before I come, and I bring us water since we’re usually here for a couple hours together.

“Unlikely.” He chuckled. My heart started to pound as I looked up at his smiling face. “The girl I like doesn’t like me back.” He added before taking a sip of his own coffee.

“Oh my god! The Min Yoongi has a crush!” I quietly exclaimed, a wide smile on my face as I wrapped a hand around his wrist, begging him to tell me about the girl he likes.

“She’s beautiful.” He says, blush rising to his cheeks. “But I can tell she doesn’t believe she is. And she’s so smart, so kind. There really isn’t a better girl.” I thought dating Jin would help my one-sided crush on Yoongi, but as I sit across from him as he tells me about this girl he likes, I can feel my heart breaking, knowing it’ll never be me.

I stood in the kitchen while the party raged on around me. Since dating Jin, Jimin and I have been invited to a lot more parties, parties I keep getting dragged to. I watched as Jimin drank and made new friends, enjoying himself, and I couldn’t be happier for him. I watched as Jin and his friends played some games, laughing and drinking the night away. They’ve always been the life of the party, and though I don’t like parties, I wasn’t going to stop my boyfriend from enjoying himself. So I stood in the kitchen, watching as everyone enjoys themselves, silently wishing I took Yoongi up on his offer to see a movie tonight.

“Now don’t tell me this beautiful girl is here alone.” I looked up and met a stranger’s eyes as he smirked at me. “All alone, standing in my kitchen, must be fate.” He continued, draping an arm across my shoulders.

“Actually I’m here with my boyfriend.” I smiled, turning towards where Jin last was, and seeing that him and his friends disappeared. My heart dropped to my stomach when I couldn’t see them anywhere.

“No need to lie to me.” He teased, removing his arm from my shoulders, and instead wrapping it around my waist, pulling me closer to him as I tried to move away from him. “I’m sure I can show the Ice Queen a good time.”

“What are you doing, Minho?” The familiar voice eases my nerves but seems to do the opposite to Minho. His arm immediately drops from my waist as his eyes widen, meeting Yoongi’s eyes filled with anger. If I didn’t know Yoongi the way I do, I’d be terrified. When Yoongi raised his brow, Minho left the kitchen without another word. “Sorry about him. I’m still training him.” He chuckled. “Where’s Jin?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked around for my boyfriend.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, ignoring his question. “I didn’t know Mr. Min Yoongi partied.” I teased, a smile making its way to my lips.

“I’m actually, unfortunately, apart of this frat. My dad actually started this frat with his friends, so I had no choice.” He explained, chuckling at my shocked face. “I really do apologize for Minho. I hope he didn’t make you too uncomfortable.”

“It’s okay, Yoongs. Thank you for saving me though. I don’t know where any of the guys went.” I took a quick look around, trying to see if I could any of the 6 guys I came with. “If you see any of them, can you let them know I went home? Parties really aren’t my thing.” I chuckled.

“I’ll take you home.” He said, setting the cup he was holding down on the counter. “Just text one of them to let them know you’re safe.” I nodded, closely following Yoongi as the two of us made our way through the dense crowd of people and out the front door. As we walked, I sent a quick text to both Jimin and Jin, letting them know Yoongi was walking me home.

“You know, you didn’t have to walk me home.” I spoke up after some silence. “It is technically your party; shouldn’t you be there?”

“Honestly, I try not to be home when there’s a party. It’s why I asked you to a movie tonight. Well that, and I like spending time with you.” My heart fluttered at his words. My head began spinning with theories as to what he meant. Would I be reading too far into it by thinking he has feelings for me too?

Monday afternoon, Yoongi was sitting at our regular table in the library, two coffees in front of him as per usual. “How’d your test go?” I asked, placing a bottle of water in front of him before taking my seat. He looked up at me as I sat down, a smile on his face when he met my eyes. So different than how things used to be.

“I won’t get the results until the end of the week, but I think I aced it!” He exclaimed. I remember the days we would study silently across from each other, not knowing anything about each other besides the rumours that circulated.

“Of course! You have the best tutor.” I joked, a wide smile on my face as he just smiled back at me, chuckling slightly, and shaking his head. I used to know absolutely nothing about him, besides the small things I heard from others, and the things I picked up on while silently crushing on him.

Now I know his smile. I know it so well I could probably draw it from memory. I know that his older brother would always cook for him. I know he’s not as close to his family as he wished he was. I know he struggles in his classes. I know he prefers iced coffee over hot coffee, and that he always forgets to drink water. He hates parties and spends most weekends at a diner, studying and trying to keep his grades up. I know he’s so far from being an Ice King. He’s so caring, so kind. And I know that I’m falling in love with him.

“I think it’s time we call it.” I overheard as I walked into the café I meet Jimin at everyday. I looked over to the tables Jin and his friends push together so the 7 of us can sit together, and saw the 5 of them sitting together, serious looks on all their faces.

“I love hanging out with her and Jimin.” Taehyung spoke, and I quickly sat at a nearby table, wanting to hear what they have to say. “You need to tell her about the bet.”

“A bet?! Seriously Jackson?” He stumbled over his words, trying to come up with a good excuse, but there wasn’t one. “Glad I could help you win. Don’t contact me again.” I pushed passed him as he called after me, but there wasn’t anything else that needed to be said. 2 years. I wasted 2 years of my life thinking we were in love, but it was all a bet. It was never love.

Jimin sat in front of me, snapping me out of my memories. He opened his mouth to say something, but I shushed him and pointed over to the guys.

“She’s so awesome. I feel so bad.” Jungkook added to the conversation. “She doesn’t deserve to have her feelings played with like this.”

“We can tell her everything and apologize. Hopefully, she’ll forgive us.” Jimin looked at me with confusion on his eyes as I struggled to breathe. It’s like high school all over again. When Jackson came into my life, stole my heart, and then destroyed me. Telling me he loved me, and planning our future, all the while laughing with his friends about how gullible I was. Jimin was the one to pull me out of my slump, but I put my walls up and I promised myself I’d never let them crumble. I’d never be so naïve again.

“I doubt she’d even care.” Jin scoffed. “She’s the Ice Queen for a reason.” Yet here I was, repeating it all over again.

“Just because she’s an Ice Queen doesn’t mean she doesn’t have feelings, hyung.” Hoseok spoke up, shaking his head. I’ll admit that the reason I started dating Jin wasn’t the best, but I found myself enjoying his company. Everything felt real, like he really cared about me. My feelings for Yoongi have always been stronger, but sometimes I felt myself falling for Jin’s charms. He’s not the school playboy for nothing. He really knows how to make a girl feel special. He knows how to knock down any wall someone has put up to protect themselves.

“Whatever. You guys can tell her about the bet then. While you’re at it, you can tell her we’re over. I have things to do.” He stood up from the table, and that’s when they all noticed Jimin and I sitting at a nearby table. Jin’s eyes widened when he saw us.

“You guys are all fucking disgusting.” Jimin exclaimed, standing up from the table. “You’re damn right she doesn’t deserve this. No one does! Y/N, let’s go.” His voice softened when he looked over at me, tears welling up in my eyes as I looked up at the man who bet on my heart. “They don’t deserve your tears, angel.” He whispered, wiping away my tears before grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the café.

“Talk about déjà vu.” I chuckled as we walked towards my apartment.

“Guys are the worst.” Jimin mumbled, shaking his head as the two of us walked hand in hand. I laced our fingers and walked closer beside him, swinging our arms causing him to chuckle at me.

“You’ve always been the exception to that statement, Min.” I smiled up at my best friend. I wasn’t in love with Jin the way I was with Jackson, but it doesn’t hurt any less. The crush that was forming on the handsome man quickly faded as the reality set in. Once again I was a bet. And I just wished people would stop making bets on my feelings.

“Don’t you usually leave by now?” Yoongi asked as the two of us studied together the next day. “The boyfriend is probably waiting for you.” He chuckled.

“We actually broke up.” His smile quickly fell as he spit out an apology. “It’s fine. The relationship was all a bet anyway.” I shrugged, trying my best not to let my feelings show. Trying to seem as unbothered as possible. “People love trying to break the Ice Queen.” Little do they know, the reason for my smiles wasn’t Kim Seokjin, but Min Yoongi, the Ice King himself.

“That’s so fucked. Guys are the worst.” He scoffed causing me to chuckle.

“That’s exactly what Jimin said.” I smiled.

“Talking about me?” Jimin joked, taking a seat beside me. “I hope you don’t mind if I intrude from now on.” The statement was directed towards Yoongi who shook his head. “Good, because if I see any of those guys, I will be throwing hands.”

“Please, Jungkook could beat you with just his pinky.” I teased, shoving him lightly. Yoongi was watching us with a fondness in his eyes I haven’t seen before. And I couldn’t stop the pounding of my heart, no matter how hard I tried.

Jimin continued meeting Yoongi and I at the library everyday after getting out of dance. At first I thought Yoongi would hate it as Jimin isn’t known for quietly studying like Yoongi and I are. But he quickly warmed up to my best friend, and 3 of us spent weekends going to movies and to the diner Yoongi loves to much. We avoided all the parties we were once invited to, and the café we were regulars at for so long, hoping never to cross paths with the guys we once considered friends.

My feelings for Yoongi only continued to grow as spent nearly everyday together. Days quickly turned into weeks, and before I knew it, it had been a month since Jin and I broke up. With Jimin and Yoongi with me everyday, I barely had time to feel the hurt I felt when it happened with Jackson. “Y/N.” 1 month since I found out about the bet. 1 month since I’ve seen any of the guys. 1 month and now Jin is standing in front of me. I moved to push passed him and get to the library, but he wrapped his hand around my arm, effectively stopping me. “It’s been a month; can I please just say something?”

“What more is there to say? I was a bet, and honestly speaking Kim Seokjin, you were a distraction.” His hand fell from my arm, dropping back to his side. “It was fun, though. But that doesn’t mean my feelings aren’t hurt. And you didn’t seem to give a fuck. Telling your boys to tell me and break up with me for you. So why now? Don’t tell me some cliché shit that you realized you had feelings for me and that you miss me, because we both know that’s bullshit.” He stayed silent. “Good talk, Kim Seokjin.” I pushed open the doors to the library and made my way to my regular table, Yoongi already there, two coffees in front of him. “I feel like getting drunk.” I said, plopping in my regular seat.

“Rough day?” Yoongi chuckled, sliding my coffee across the table towards me.

“Let’s just say Seokjin wanted to talk.” Yoongi closed his text book and smiled up at me.

“Soju and ice cream?” He asked as he quickly packed up.

“I’ll text Jimin to meet us at my apartment. Let’s get drunk!” I exclaimed, grabbing my coffee, and leaving the library with Yoongi by my side. We were both chuckling as he opened the door, allowing me to walk out first. I wasn’t paying attention as I walked out the door, turning my head to look at Yoongi, and bumped into someone. “Sorry … Namjoon?” He smiled down at me as I quickly took a step back. Yoongi looked up at him before wrapping an arm around me, pulling me closer to him.

“You didn’t let Jin talk, so I figured I’d try.” He smiled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Yoongi spoke up. “You guys got caught; deal with the consequences of your actions.” The two of us tried to walk passed him, but unlike Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon was persistent.

“You act like you don’t make mistakes.” He called after us, stopping us in our tracks. “Jin told me you said he was just a distraction.” I turned to face Namjoon causing Yoongi’s arm to fall back to his side.

“When I agreed to the first date, I agreed hoping for a distraction from my one-sided crush. But when I agreed to the second date, it was because I liked his company. When I said yes to being his girlfriend, it was because I had real feelings for him. And that’s the difference between me and him, Kim Namjoon. Everything on my end was 100% real, where as on his end it was all fake. He pretended to have feelings for me.” Namjoon stared at me, obviously not expecting my blow up. “What else needs to be said, Namjoon?” I asked, my voice cracking. Yoongi slid his hand into mine, lacing our fingers together and giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.

“We’re sorry. We never got to apologize, and we want to.” I shook my head.

“I don’t want your apology. You don’t deserve my forgiveness.” He didn’t stop us as we walked away this time. “I really need a drink.” I whispered causing Yoongi to chuckle.

“Consider it done, princess.”

Jimin was angrily pacing around my living room after Yoongi and I told him what happened. “Hoseok approached me today, too. They waited an entire month to try to apologize. What a joke.” He took a swig of his drink. “I can’t believe they did exactly what Jackson and his friends did in high school! Like, we’re in fucking college now.”

“Wait, this happened to you before?” Yoongi jumped in as Jimin continued to mumble to himself between taking swigs of his drink.

“It’s not a big deal.” I shrugged, really not wanting to explain what happened in high school. But Jimin had other plans.

“No big deal?! You switched schools! Wouldn’t eat unless I forced you to! Jackson is the whole reason you’re known as the Ice Queen in the first place.” Yoongi looked between the two of us. “You spent 2 years believing he was the great love of your life, just to find out it was all a bet and he never loved you. That’s a big deal!”

“2 years?” Yoongi asked and all I could do was nod. “God, guys fucking suck.” He exclaimed, leaning back on the couch as he took another sip of his drink.

“That’s what I’m saying!” Jimin added, plopping himself down on a chair.

“You two are the only guys I need.” I smiled, cuddling up to Yoongi, who happily wrapped his arms around me and placed a kiss on top of my head.

“I never should have told you to go on that date.” Jimin mumbled as he watched Yoongi and I.

“You didn’t know it would end up like this.” I told him; my words muffled by Yoongi’s shirt as my head rested on his chest. The three of us continued to drink, trying to forget all the angst of the day and have a good night.

“Hey! Now that Suck-Jin is gone, you can make your move!” Jimin exclaimed some hours later, all of us considerably more drunk than we expected to be.

“Oh yeah! You were saying you had a crush on someone!” Yoongi jumped in, poking my arm with a teasing smile on his face. “You’re beautiful! You should just go for it.” I laughed, shaking my head. “Come on, Y/N!” Yoongi whined. “I want to see you happy.”

“Yeah, Y/N! What was his name again?” I couldn’t help but laugh at how Jimin hasn’t changed. He still forgets everything when he’s drunk. “Yoongi!” He yelled, causing Yoongi to look over at him.

“You don’t have to yell, I’m right here!” Yoongi yelled back. Jimin’s eyes widened.

“Y/N! Now’s your chance! He’s right there.” He loudly whispered, cupping his hands around his mouth as if that would stop Yoongi from hearing him.

“Shut up, Jimin!” I said as I threw a pillow towards him, missing by a lot due to the alcohol in my system. “He has a crush on some girl!” I exclaimed with a pout on my face.

“Dammit Yoongi!” Jimin exclaimed. “How can you not like Y/N?!” He leaned forward in his chair, causing him to fall to the ground. I burst out laughing, completely forgetting the conversation that was happening seconds previous.

“Idiot! You’re always falling off chairs.” I laughed, but Yoongi was silent, seeming to have quickly sobered up. “Yah!” I slapped Yoongi’s arm. “What’s with that face?” I pouted.

“You like me?” My eyes widened as my jaw dropped.

“Who told you?” I whispered. “You weren’t supposed to know!” Yoongi chuckled, shaking his head at me.

“I think it’s bed time for you.” He stood up, holding a hand out for me to take so he could help me up. “Jimin,” he turned to saying something, but Jimin was passed out on the floor. “Okay then.” He chuckled before helping me to my room.

“Stay.” I pouted as I patted the empty space beside me. He shook his head as he tucked me in and turned to leave. “Yoongs!” I whined. “I want cuddles.” He chuckled, standing in my doorway contemplating whether he should stay or leave. “Please.”

“Always my weakness.” He mumbled to himself before crawling into bed with me and pulling me into his arms. I fell asleep quickly while listening to his heartbeat.

I woke up still wrapped in Yoongi’s arms, and the events of the previous night hit me like a truck. “Fuck.” I whispered to myself, trying to wriggle out of his arms without waking him up.

“You wanted cuddles; you live with the consequences.” He mumbled; his eyes still closed.

“Yah, if you’re awake, let me go.” I whined, trying to pull his arms off of me, but his grip only tightened. “What are you doing?” I asked, eventually giving up on getting out of his arms. He mumbled something I couldn’t understand before pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head. “Wow, who would have known the Ice King was actually the biggest softie.” I joked.

“Says miss Ice Queen pouting until I cuddled her.” I let out a small giggle, the memory coming back to me slowly. “You and Jimin are really funny when you’re drunk.” Before I could ask, he continued. “You accidentally confessed to me last night.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but I heard him loud and clear. “Before you panic,” He was moving so he could look at me, but his arms were still around me. “I like you too.” I couldn’t help the smile the overtook my face when he said that. “So if we can shake the third wheel, I’d like to take you out today.” I giggled, but promised I’d find a way for it to be just us. “Okay, then I’m going to go home and get ready. I’ll see you in a couple hours.” He pressed a soft kiss to my temple before getting out of my bed and leaving.

My two previous relationships may have failed miserably, but I know things are different this time. Third times a charm, as they say.

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