#anyways I still need to do like every other race and class soon so I can get the fun dialog
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This December
Youâre studying in a cafe, alone, until the seat in front of you is taken by a handsome stranger. (fluff, uni au)
masterpost - sher's bday
tag: @souglias
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The local university cafe has long been a popular choice to study in. The prices are reasonable, the drinks are fire, and the atmosphere is condusive. Hence the reason why it gets crowded so quickly, and also why it takes hours before one can find an empty spot in it. Essentially, it becomes a race between all students to see who can run to the cafe after classes the fastest and get a comfortable spot of their own.
Today, you get the wonderful privilege of having a cozy, corner seat of the cafe all to yourself. Professor Dainsleif had wrapped up his lecture rather quickly today, dismissing all students early, while muttering something about ânot getting paid enoughâ before leaving the lecture hall.
Itâs still minutes before many other classes will be dismissed and soon the emptiness of the cafe will be replaced with soft chattering and the rustling of students moving around, trying to find every spot they can. You quickly collect the hot latte you ordered and go back to continue your art assignment, making sure to milk the peace in this cafe while you still can.
Sure enough, many other students come into the cafe at the same time and all tables are filled within five minutes. There are still a couple of empty chairs that latecomers can claim (one of which, you realise, is the chair sharing your table) but they would have to share their spot with a stranger. Bad day for introverts.
Half an hour goes by while you diligently work on your assignment, and the chair in front of you remains unoccupied. Students leave the cafe and new customers come in, but no one has touched the empty chair yet. You are secretly relieved that you are peacefully left alone to concentrate on your work.
That is until a ginger-haired guy walks in, a foxy grin on his face. Observant eyes scan the entire cafe, looking for a vacant spot, and they land on your table. At the same moment, due to you being alerted by the cafe door opening, your head is raised and he makes eye contact with you.
He glances at the empty chair at your table before looking back at you, and immediately you know what he wants. You look back down and pray to be mistaken, but alas he approaches your table anyway.
âIs this spot taken?â his grin stays confident. You have no choice but to shake your head.
âGreat,â he whispers to himself, rubbing his hands with glee. Plopping his bag on the floor with a loud âthunkâ, he begins to take his laptop and study materials out, ready to do the same as every other student in this cafe.
Itâs no big dealâ you can just continue with your work. Conversation isnât needed, and he seems busy with his own thing anyway. You keep your eyes glued to the sketch youâre almost completed with. And you wouldâve been just as productive before, if it werenât for the glaringly obvious looks from your tablemate to the paper youâre drawing on.
Slowly, you raise your head. âIs something the matter?â
âYour art is⌠odd.â
You snort, amused and insulted at his comment. Not even an introductionâ he went in straight for the kill. âWas that a compliment?â
âI hope it sounded like one,â he grins again, âYour style is quite different. The colours you use are dull, not quite colourful and not quite monochromatic; the angles you choose are really unique too. I guess art majors are just really weird in general.â
âYou know what they all say about art majors,â you mumble, noticing his widening smile from your peripheral vision, âQuirky and talentless. People only care about STEM nowadays.â
âSTEM comes from art,â the guy rests his head on his right palm, âWithout human creation, we will never learn about the different laws of the world. Nor will we ever have the chance to play around with advanced technology.â
You look up to psychoanalyse him, while he looks back at you with a big smile (you genuinely cannot tell if itâs a cunning smile, or a confused smile, or both. You donât know how that is possible). âYou donât look like someone who would say thoughtful stuff like this,â you say softly, hiding the judgement in your words. âWhereâd you copy the quote from? You donât look like a psychology major.â
âClose,â he laughs, âSports science. I want to become a sports instructor and teach little kids from all over the world on how to play sports. And the quote was inspired by my sister. Sheâs crazy about artâ sheâs only in middle school, but sheâs got the talent. I think sheâll learn lots from you.â
You raise an eyebrow, surprised. Taking it as a cue to continue, he goes on, âI think you two would get along pretty well, honestly. Next time we meet, maybe Iâll tell you more about her. Hopefully it wonât be because we have to share a cafe table again, haha.â
Against your will, conversation flows between the two of you naturally. You converse in hushed whispers, but that does not stop you from excitedly rambling about your current project and him returning insightful and cheeky comments. Amidst the peace and quiet of the cafe, where majority of the customers are studying alone or with a familiar buddy, two strangers talk like theyâve known each other for years.
The guy leaves, eventually. Your heartbeat goes back to normal (you hadnât realised it spiked during that hours-long conversation with him) and you finally catch your breath after talking for so long and so quickly. Hoping to return to a productive state, you turn back down to your work, only to find a scrawl written at the top of the paper.
9xxx xxxx
childe
text me ;) iâll send you art memes
Huh. When did that get here?
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Omake:
You
hi
cafe gingey
omg
no way
YOU SAVED MY NUMBER
You
yeah i might regret it
we talked for so long that my latte went cold btw
cafe gingey
LOL skill issue
You
good talk though
canât believe your brain is big enough to hold philosophical thoughts
cafe gingey
had to impress you some way sorry babe
âMoooom! Big Bro Ajax is kicking his feet and giggling on his bed while looking at his phone again!â Toniaâs groans can be heard getting further away from his room door, making Childe laugh again. A flush creeps up his neck, both from embarrassment and from talking to you online. He couldnât believe he actually had the courage to slip his number to a girl he talked to in the cafe for the first time, and was in even more disbelief that she saved his number and chatted him up afterwards.
Whatever, he thinks, raising the phone to his chest. Who cares if his mom and sister tease him for this? As long as you didnât know that he rambled about your encounter to his sister after dinner, who was confused and tired at his excessant fanboying as he went on and on about how cool you were. You didnât need to know that.
#dinowrites#genshin#genshin x reader#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#childe#childe x reader#tartaglia#tartaglia x reader#childe genshin impact#tartaglia genshin impact#this is unbetad i'll reread this again in 3h to find any errors
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On removing character Limitations in OD&D and other OSR Games
I intend to try and run either OD&D or an OSR game in the future (probably OSE).
One thing I will discuss with my players is how we feel about difference races being restricted to certain classes.
One of the things you see in OD&D is stuff like this:
Where Dwarves, Elves and Halflings canât pick from the same class list as humans can. OD&D doesnât really do a good job of telling you why. There are reasons, both mechanical and embedded in the lore.
As far as I know, the lore reasons for why a dwarf canât become a cleric are explained in the AD&D monsteer manual. Under the entry for Dwarf.
Right there.
Dwarven clerics are 2 in 200 according to the default âworldâ you get in AD&D. 1% of 200 dwarves. Theyâre really rare, which is meant to tell you that the characters you play as are not the 1% of all characters, but the 99%, just average people.
Thereâs also a mechanical reason, but itâs not really whatâs stated as what is not stated.
Humans get no apparent bonus in all editions of D&D prior to 3e.
Except they do.
The human bonus is the ability to choose from all the different classes available without level limits.
So as soon as you enable a dwarf cleric, you make the human cleric a little worse.
Who cares though?
This is an RPG, of course we can work around that. These limits can be completely lifted and I think all groups should discuss the removal of these limitations.
You only have to do one thing to make it possible, and we see examples of this in OSE and BFRPG.
OSE simply gives the human character an optional bonus.
BFRPG gives humans a 10% bonus to all earned XP.
(Note: BFRPG has this rule even while restricting dwarves and halflings from being magic-users so perhaps an additional bonus could be added on top of this)
I still think that simply offering any small bonus such as extra HP or XP is enough to then open the gates for a character of any race to be of any class.
Optionally, you might also extend the rules in AD&D where level limits for certain races were extended based on the attributes.
For example, you might only allow dwarves with a high intelligence to be magic-users (theyâre probably going to need it anyway).
Thereâs many ways for this to be done and I think any way is better than telling a player who comes to your table that âsorry you canât play a half-orc magic-userâ.
Lifting the requirements is also a blessing for GMs because you can actually start making a world with different elements than the default that has been provided to you.
That said, some players may be fine with these limitations, but itâs up to the group, and itâs something I would always want to discuss in a session 0 environment. Every group will have a different idea of how to give humans a small bonus or to abide by those limitations.
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Okay, Class of Heroes. I think I have broken in. I now have Understanding of some things.
I was right: you need to take the early classes first. The spells you acquire are based on leveling up, and you DESPERATELY want two people on Mage to learn offensive spells, so you can clear out all the enemies that are super physically tough. Spells kick unbelievable ass, one-shotting pretty much everything except for that one enemy that may as well be a game over screen. So that's a positive.
I have also figured out a truth. Never buy from the shop. Ever. Alchemy creating your weapons for you is just infinitely more beneficial. It's time consuming! It takes forever to find stuff! But it's well worth it. In the time it took me to be able to afford one (1) weapon from the shop, I achieved enough material to get an axe, some knuckles, and a sling. So now my team went from every fight being a bit of a slog trying to muscle through even basic enemies, to annihilating most opponents. I'd like to get the club for my Celestia Priest, but I need wood.
I'm now at level 4. Leveling is slow business, but we're infinitely more established than the first team. I still see stats drop sometimes, but it's mostly been based on race. Like, the Bahamoon dragon girl lost some Wisdom because her tradeoff is physical bulk at the cost of magical, and the game said no to putting too many bonus points in that. Which feels like bullshit but whatever. The other is Vit on the Gnome. They are destined for frailty, I suppose. I don't regret it though, losing those points on level isn't nearly as devastating as not having them, given how it impacts base HP. It sucks to lose the points, but it's still a good trade. Spell slots also upgraded at level 3, giving me access to tier 2 spells. So now my Gnome can cast a shock-type spell. My Human mage can too, but she gets less casts until level 4, when the spell slots catch up and she gets four casts.
Now, this is something I looked up, but apparently spells stay. Like, if I switch from Mage to Priest? All the Mage spells are still available, but I can learn Priest spells as I level on that class too. I believe I lose some spell slots on whatever type of magic I'm not currently majoring in, but I assume that's the purpose of the higher-tier classes, where they tell you that you can retain such and such spell list. I haven't yet obtained any Psionics, I am curious because that sounds like buff magic and we do not get more than 4 casts, so I'm kinda worried they won't be worth it. But who knows, maybe the buffs are absurdly powerful to offset limited uses.
Oh, and I found a map of the Novice area. Apparently there is a minimap, you just have to find the item in the dungeon to unlock access. Which. Alright. I'd like to just be able to see, but this is fine.
Anyway, finding my stride. Still messing around in the Novice dungeon, but fingers crossed we can start making progress soon. Like, actual progress.
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Hello! Can you please write angst with Mammon who was a giant asshole towards MC in the beginning but soon became infatuated with her. But when he finally asks her out, MC rejects him saying that she hates him for being a cruel asshole and calls him a monster. After that he goes right back to being a self centred scumbag but never gets over her.
This is my first time asking for a request so I hope I didn't mess this up. But I really am a sucker for Mammon angst đŠ. Please ignore this request if you don't want to do it. đđ
Mammon + Reader rejection
Mammon took a deep breath through his nose. Wiped his hands on his slacks. Then straightened his back.
Ok, he was ready.
He had been planning to tell [Y/N] how he felt about them and ask them out on a date. He figured it was time. Trying to ignore them or brush them off didnât seem to quell his feelings, and every day they seemed to be getting stronger and strong. Which led him to being more and more irritated with them that he couldnât make it go away. So, he figured that he needed to confront his feelings and [Y/N].
Walking into an open classroom where [Y/N] was getting ready to leave for their next lesson, the demon puffed up his chest and came over to them, âhey [Y/N]!â
âWhat do you want Mammon?â They asked in a surly sort of tone, but with a brow furrow that just made his heart race.
âWhat? Is that anyway to speak to the Great Mammon?!â
âI have to get to class.â
âWait donât go!â Mammon urged. Reaching out to stop them, but not actually touching them. âI meanâŚIâm willing to let it slide, since Iâm such a generous demon. In fact, Iâm even willing to take you out next Friday to this show I got tickets for.â
âNo thanks.â
The demon balked at their refusal, but quickly regrouped. âI donât think you understand. This is a VIP experience. The club owner gave them to me because Iâm so awesome.â He wanted to let them know that he was admired by others. âSo, what do ya say? I can pick you up at your room at 9.â
âI said no thanks.â [Y/N] repeated.
Mammon clicked his teeth and growled. âWhy not?!â He was really trying here. He was being nice and generous and they still didnât want to go out with him.
âAre you serious? You mean besides the fact that youâve been treating me like Iâm some house pet since I got here, or some dumb human despite getting better grades on the tests than you?â He flinched at that. That wasâŚharsh. âYouâve never treated me with an ounce of kindness since I got here. If you acknowledge me at all. Now Iâm supposed to be grateful your inviting me out for a night? No. Besides the fact that I donât trust you, Iâm not going to spend my night with someone like you. So can you please just let me go to class?â
The demon felt like his heart was breaking. A new sensation, since he wasnât aware he had a heart to break. It really hurt.
âF-F-Fine!â He shouted back. Because when he was hurt, he got angry. âSee if I care! I tried to do something nice for you, but this is how youâre going to act then I donât need ya! Iâll find someone else, someone better, to go out with and theyâll appreciate what Iâm trying to do for them!â He stormed out of the classroom and down the hall towards the exit.
It hurt. It hurt so much. Heâd been rejected before, by nearly everyone, but being rejected by [Y/N] hurt like never before. He needed to get out of here. He needed to get away.
Out of the school and into the courtyard Mammon shifted into his demon form and literally flew away from the school. He didnât come back home for a few days. And when he did, he was his usual scummy-older brother self to everyone. Especially [Y/N]
#obey me#obey me scenarios#obey me imagines#obey me mammon#mammon x mc#mammon x reader#mammon#obey me mammon x reader#obey me mammon x mc#scenarios#imagine
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Precious To Us [2]
In other words, youâre Seijohâs manager.
This chapter, Oikawaâs fangirls.
A/N: Here it is! The second part! I had one person request an idea (thanks @minigranger) and I definitely plan on writing it soon but I love the trope of manager vs. fangirls that I canât help myself. As usual, please send in ideas :)
Listen, Oikawaâs fangirls are mean.
They just are.
It doesnât really matter to them that youâre a first year, if theyâre supposed to be your seniors, they would probably still be bitches even if you were their seniors and in second/third year.
They seem to think Oikawaâs theirs, even though, of course, he isnât and if asked, he definitely would deny.
And they see you as a threat.
A big, big threat.
Who gets to see Oikawa everyday? You. Who gets to see him practice every day? You. Who gets a front row to seat to every one of his games? You. And who does he flirt with? You.
It doesnât matter if you reciprocate the flirting or not -- which of course, you donât -- theyâre jealous and they blame it all on you.
Honestly, the first month of managing is fine.Â
Now that you know who Oikawa is and youâre around him more, you do notice the fangirls, but they donât really bother you and youâre too focused trying to learn the ropes to really care about their constant presence.Â
You know youâve heard some of the other members, namely the third years, complain about them.
About how annoying and distracting they were when it came to practice, or just the mere fact that Oikawa seemed to revel in the attention and love.
Youâve heard them, but you donât really say anything otherwise because theyâve never done anything to you so you donât really care either or.
Besides, even if you do think itâs tad bit pathetic, you canât deny theyâre devoted and you guess, in some ways... good for them?
But when you donât stop being manager, and the rest of the team, namely Oikawa, donât get sick of you like they all expect them to, and a month passes and you seem to just be thriving, getting a long with everyone, and finally getting the hang of everything?
Thatâs when they attack.
Youâre already late.
And even if you know none of the boys or even the coaches will be upset with you, you do like to be punctual and you absolutely hate being late. So, youâre rushing, practically sprinting through the halls as you try to gather your bearings and organize everything you need to.
Youâre already thinking of what drills Oikawa will have the team do, and what you can do to help. Maybe you could bring up some of the notes youâve made? Youâre not a hundred percent on the terms, but Iwaizumi has been helping you, and youâre sure youâve picked up on a few of the techniques and things you think the boys could improve on.
You didnât want them to think youâre imposing, but this was the job of the manager wasnât it? They always reminded you you were more then just a water girl, and that they greatly appreciated anything advice you had for them from an outsider point of view, so maybe--
Landing with a loud thud, a groan leaves your lips as you feel your chin smack against the concrete floor beneath you. It takes you a second to gather your bearings, baffled at how you were suddenly on the ground, and trying to ignore the pain at having bitten your own tongue. But the second you hear laughter, you realized exactly what had happened and your head turns around to stare at the three girls stood above you in bafflement.
Theyâre laughing at you, quite loudly and obvious mocking you, but your eyes narrow in bafflement when you realize youâre positive youâve seen them before. You just canât place your thumb on it. Theyâre not in your class, one of them doesnât even seem to be in your year, and you donât think youâd remember some random face youâd passed in the hall, so--
Thatâs right. Youâve seen them hanging around Oikawa before, and the one older girl had even snuck into practice one day.
Slowly pushing yourself to your feet, you move to gather your stuff, only for it to be kicked out of your grasp.
âWhat the--!â
âListen.â
You blink when the older one, clearly the leader or whatever, is suddenly directly before you, barely a breaths away, glaring down at you.
âYou need to quit being manager for Oikawa-sanâs volleyball team.â
And your eyes widen, baffled, lips parting as you shake your head;Â âI donât--â
âI think you perfectly understand,â the girl behind her sneers, eyes cold.
âWe donât like how close you were with Oikawa-san.â
âAnd weâre sure Oikawa-sanâs sick of seeing your ugly face every day.â
Youâre stunned silent. Honestly, youâre not really sure what to say.
âWeâll give you till the end of the week,â the head girl smiles, but itâs a sickly sweet, filling you with dread. âOkay?â
She doesnât wait for you to respond before her and the other two are walking off, clearly proud of themselves if they way they walk and hold themselves is anything to go by.
Itâs takes you five minutes to gather yourself before you start making your way to the gym again for practice.
Part of you wants to just skip and go home but you know the boys would be concerned, more then they probably already are given how late you are, and really, it would just cause more issues in the end anyways.
Besides, youâre never one to skip anyways.
You donât cry. Youâre not really sure why because you definitely want to, but the tears never come and then youâre suddenly in the gym and everyone's rushing towards you in concern, questions leaving their lips rapidly as to why you were so late.
You brush them off, and it almost works, before Iwaizumi takes notice of the dried blood on the corner of your lip that youâd regrettably missed when cleaning yourself up earlier and the scrape underneath your chin.
âWhat happened to your chin, Y/N? Youâre bleeding.â
He steps towards you, but you brush him off.
âI just tripped is all. Bit my tongue.â
You smile and hope itâs enough to convince them, but even if Iwaizumi looks like he wants to argue, Oikawaâs already pulling him back onto the court.
âYouâre so clumsy, Y/N-chan! You really do need to be more careful!â
Some of the boys laugh and you do too, forcing yourself to pretend like everythingâs fine even though you can physically feel yourself shaking.
But even as heâs being dragged away, Iwaizumi is still eyeing you and you donât let him grow anymore suspicious then you can tell he is. You send him a soft smile, and then turn, making your way over to the coach to see where you can help for the day.
And it continues on like that for week.Â
By the next day, every seems to have forgotten you being late and only Makki makes a teasing comment about the cat themed bandaid on your chin to which you begrudgingly shove him away with a shrill âitâs the only ones we have!â and you seem more like yourself then you had the day before that by the second day, even Iwaizumi has relaxed.
By the end of the week, even he seems to have forgotten about it.
But you havenât.Â
And it being the end of the week has you scared.
Kindaichi seems to notice your weird behaviour in class, especially now that the two of you tend to stick together now that youâre acquainted. But you brush him off every time he asks, saying you just felt ill.
He seems to believe it fine.
Luckily for you, nothing happens.
Youâre on edge all day expecting something to happen, but nothing ever does.
Aiko, the third year and clear ring leader of that little group, never approaches you. In fact, you donât see her once all day, which that in itself isnât odd since youâre in different years, but you had expected to see her lackies -- either Makoto, a first year like you, or even Nami, a second year.
But you donât.
By the final bell, youâre relieved.
It was just a mindless threat. It didnât mean anything clearly, and they had just been poking fun, and honestly you were fine with that -- so long as you didnât have to deal with them again.
Youâd just have to be more wary of the fangirls. Maybe they werenât as kind as you thought you were, and clearly they thought you posed some kind of threat (even though you definitely didnât) so youâd just keep it in mind and--
âIâm pretty sure we told you by the end of the week.â
Itâs a harsh thud, you donât fall to the ground like you did last time, but you do thud against the lockers which dig painfully into your back. And regrettably you let a small cry in response, which pales in comparison to the cry of pain that leaves your lips when one of them grab a chunk of your hair and tug, hard.
Pushing at the hands that grab at you, you spin, not surprise to see the same three as before, sneering down at you.
Aiko spits down at you. âClearly you didnât listen.â
âIâm not gonna just quit,â you whisper, feigning the confidence to speak up for yourself. Your eyes narrow up at her, even though your heart is racing madly against you chest, and shake your head adamantly. âI love managing the volleyball team, and itâs not even because of Oikawa-senpai! I love being will all the boys, and I wonât let you--!â
âYou really are just a slut.â
Youâre stunned silent, lips left parted.
âListen, I gave you a week, you didnât listen.â Aiko scoffs, shaking her head as she brushes her hair back, glaring down at you. âIâll show you what happens when I donât get my way.â
She strikes you hard, across the cheek, and naively, you think thatâs it. You can handle some punches and kicks, because you really donât want to give up the one thing thatâs made you happy for the first time in a long time. Even as the hits continue, and your body starts to ache, you think,
I can handle this.
But still, you end up skipping practice that day. You blame it on the fact the fact that you just didnât want to have to explain why you looked so battered and messed up, knowing this time no amount of lying was going to get you out of this one. Because, really, it wouldnât just be Iwaizumi suspicious this time -- all the boys will be, and then theyâll probably talk to the coach and...
and, itâs just to much a fuss for you. So, you skip, sending a text to Oikawa explaining that you werenât feeling well and youâd be back Monday and to please apologize on the coaches behalf for you.
But you donât go back the next day.
When you open your locker the next Monday, your homework that youâd finished during lunch to previous day to get a head start is ruined. Completely and wholeheartedly ruined.
And when you glance around, the first thing you see is Makoto from across the hallway, smirking at you.
But you donât have any proof.
So, you suck back the tears that threaten to fall, and sulk to your first class where you know the teacher will be less then pleased.
And of course she isnât, but she simply sighs and tells you that if you donât have it in by tomorrow, sheâll have to give you a failing grade.Â
Embarrassed and upset, you walk to your seat, ignoring Kindaichiâs watchful gaze as you sink into your seat.
But it only gets worse from there.
The second class starts, a note is tossed onto your desk.
You eye, confused, glancing around for who threw it, only for everyone to be faced forward, before glancing briefly at Kindaichiâs whose watching your curiously.
Slowly, you open it.
Is it true you actually slept with all of the volleyball team?
Laughter echoes, but when you look up, thereâs three girls staring at you, all mockingly.
Kindaichi leans forward, trying to grab the note but you pull it from his grasp, avoiding his gaze.
He cannot see that.
And when the class ends, you narrowly avoid Kindaichi who calls for you, rushing out of the class, only for someone to bump into you the second you make it out, shoving harshly into your shoulder.
âSlut.â The voice sneers.
Your lips part, and you glance up, feeling your vision blur, but when you glance around, you suddenly notice the looks everyoneâs giving you, and the way they laugh and sneer at you.
But what really makes you break is when you turn, feeling like everyoneâs against you, and find Kindaichi staring at you with parted lips, obviously confused, and you just canât hold it back then, turning without another word, and running off.
The day continues like that, and after lunch, which you spent alone hidden in a bathroom stall, you see Iwaizumi and Oikawa ahead of you, smiling when they notice you.
They look as if they want to talk, but you know then you absolutely cannot like that happen, for multiple reasons, so you turn around quickly, running off in the opposite direction despite the way they call after you.
You donât go back to practice like you said you would.
And neither do you Tuesday.
When Wednesday rolls around, and every laughs at you when you walk pass them in the halls, or sneers at you, or looks at you like youâre the most disgusting thing, you go to the office when you realize you canât handle this any longer.
No matter how much you love being on the team and managing the boys.Â
Little do you know, in class, Kindaichi notices the odd coloured paper in your hands and curiously, maybe even worriedly (because thereâs a sinking feeling in his gut) peers over your shoulder as subtle as he can, lips parting when he reads the header.
Permission to quite a club form.
âI think Y/Nâs going to quite the team.â
Itâs the first words he says when he enters the club room that day, and it makes everybody pause.
Silence echoes, and slowly, unsurely, Yahaba shakes his head;Â âwhat-what are you talking about, Kindaichi? I thought Y/N said she just wasnât feeling well, which is why--â
âI saw the form this morning,â Kindaichi shakes his head, âI know what I read.â
Oikawa shakes his head. âY/N wouldâve talked to us first if something was upsetting her. She wouldnât just--â
âHavenât you guys heard the rumours going around?â
Itâs Kunimi who speaks this time, his voice the similar drawl it always is, but if you look at him close enough, itâs easy to tell that heâs concerned. Upset even. And he looks disgusted as he speaks, eyeing Kindaichi first, almost knowingly, before turning to the other boys.
Iwaizumiâs brows furrow;Â âwhat are you talk--â
âI think someoneâs been bullying her,â Kindaichi frowns. âIt started at the beginning of the week. Y/N came in with her homework ruined, which I thought was weird, because she always is so careful with her work and makes sure itâs done early. And then someone tossed this note onto her desk but she wouldnât let me read it, and she wouldnât talk to me or even look at me all class. Then, when class was over, people were... well--â
âThereâs a rumour going around thatâs sheâs slept with all of us.â
Itâs Kunimi who finishes it, Kindaichiâs face beet red, which quite a few of the boys mimic seconds later when Kunimi finishes.
But Oikawa? Oikawa just looks pissed.
âWhat?â
Kindaichi blanches, looking absolutely terrified;Â âI thought you knew! I didnât--â
Oikawa storms past him, Iwaizumi quick to follow, and then Mattsun and Makki are right behind them. The first and second years glance at each other, before slowly following them, and sure enough the third years are heading straight for the gym, to which none of them are surprised to find you there, a form in your shaky hands as you stare at Coach Mizoguchi.
You turn to them with wide eyes, clearly having hoped to finish before any of the boys started practice. But Mizoguchi looks relieved. âThank God you boys are here,â he breathes, standing up to which you try to stop him, but he isnât listening, âY/N wants to quit, but I really think she should talk to you first,â heâs looking directly at Oikawa, âshe wonât tell me why. And please Y/N,â he turns to you, âI think you should reconsider.â
âWeâll talk to her,â Oikawa cuts in, voice oddly low before you can say anything.
Mizoguchi smiles, nodding at you before making his way over the gym obviously in search of Irihata. Instantly the tension thickens when youâre left alone with all eyes directly and solely on you.
It takes a second to find the words. âIâm sorry I didnât talk to any of you about it, but I...â And your voice falters, even you canât help the way your voice quivers. âI think itâs best if I just quit.â
âYouâre not quitting.â Itâs Iwaizumi who speaks this time, and his voice is so firm, so sure, even if youâre not sure how to argue against it.
âBut I-I--â
âYou donât need to quite,â Oikawa shakes his head, stepping towards you and pulling the form from your grasp with ease. You watch with parted lips as he simply rips it right in front of you, tossing it aside without much care, before glancing back at the rest, namely the other third years, turning back to you. âNow, tell us, who told you you had to quit?â
And your eyes bulge. How did he--
âKindaichi and Kunimi told us about everything,â Iwaizumi starts, moving towards you, as your eyes fall to the first years, watching the way they both, even Kunimi, stare after you in concern. âWe know someoneâs been bothering you, so, just tell us.â
âWeâll help you,â Watari adds with a smile, hesitantly speaking up.
And you pause, unsure. But then you stare at them all watching you carefully, and see how all of them care so much, more then you ever thought they did and youâre reminded of why youâd refused to quit in the first place. Reminded of how much you love managing the volleyball team and no matter how much you were scared and hurt, you didnât want to lose it all.
Lose them.
âItâs... Itâs a few, three actually, of Oikawa-senpaiâs fangirls,â you mumble, voice low, head turned downwards. âThey... They donât like how much time I spend with him, so they... they told me to quit and when I refused, they...â You donât need to finish.
Thereâs a pause, before a slap echoes.Â
âSomehow I knew this was your fault, Shittykawa.â
âOw!â Oikawa cries, âIwa-chan, itâs not like I...â But he seems to pause, lips parting as he glances down at you, his heart breaking slightly at the tears in your eyes.
Stepping forward, he pulls you into a hug, and you let him;Â âIâm sorry, Y/N-chan, I didnât know they were hurting you.â
âItâs not your fault.â
âIt kinda is,â Mattsun comments, stepping forward as he smiles down at you, ruffling your hair. âItâs easier to blame him anyways.â
âI agree,â Makki laughs.
And even you find yourself laughing lightly.
âReally, Y/N-chan? Even you too?â
âSorry.â
Then, everyone turns serious; âIâll talk to them,â Oikawa frowns. âWhat they did isnât okay. I wonât let them get away with it. Theyâll never bother you again, Y/N.â
And youâre surprised by how serious he is.
But things do get better.
Aiko never bothers you again, nor does any other one of Oikawaâs fangirls.
Oikawa even makes her apologize, and even you have to admit the absolute mortification on her face makes everything a lot better.
The boys try to stop the rumour, but itâs easier said then done, though, the fame of it all does dwindle and youâre not snided in the hallways so much anymore.
Itâs kind of hard to when you usually have one of the third years walking you to and from class anyways.
Besides, theyâre your friends, and even if everyone else hates you, they donât.
And thatâs all that matters to you.
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if itâs not too much to ask please please please could you write more avengers x teen!reader? I adore the one with fear of the dark and was wondering if you could do something similar? Like either the avengers comforting the reader or just something with lots of hugs and cuddles? Thank you!! <3
Stage Fright - Avengers x anxious!teen!Reader
Summary: When your presentation for class goes terribly wrong, your team mates come to rescue you and take you home.
Warnings: depictions of anxiety, panic attack, a few cuss words
Type: angst, ends with fluff
Word Count: ~2.5k
A/N: MY FIRST REQUEST, very exciting!! I am so so glad you liked my work, and I hope you enjoy this one as well!! <3 I also have quite a few more ideas for teen!Reader fics, so this definitely won't be the last piece like this!
(Y/l/n) = your last name
(f/d) = favorite drink
Youâd been dreading this day for weeks now. Clutching the straps of your backpack, you let out a deep sigh, walking up to the doors of your school. You didnât like school to begin with, but the building seemed much more intimidating today. Making your way through the halls, you were grateful that you got to school early, you hated pushing through crowds of people.
âHey, hey (Y/n)!â, a voice called from down the hall. You recognized it almost immediately. âHi Peter, whatâs up?â. You were happy to see him, maybe talking out your nervousness would help. âOh, you know, just the same old stuff. Sure am tired thoughâ. âWell, if you donât sleep then you will be tiredâ. âLike youâre one to talk (Y/l/n)â. You only rolled your eyes and stuck out your tongue at him, evoking a chuckle from him. âHow about you? How are you doing?â. âUgh, not great. I have to present that project today. Not particularly looking forward to itâ, you huffed, looking down to the ground as your anxiety increased at the thought of presenting alone. âHey, Iâm sure youâll do great. Most people donât pay attention to presentations anywaysâ, he assured you. You popped your knuckles, still feeling just as nervous. You knew he was right, but that didnât stop the fear surging through you. âYeah, I know. I just donât want to do it. Maybe if I wait long enough, there wonât be any class time left for me to presentâ, that was your hope, and your only plan to get out of this without panicking in front of the whole class. âMaybe, well regardless, I hope it goes wellâ, he offered you a sincere smile. âYeah, I hope so tooâ. âWell, I should probably head to class, see you at lunch!â. âRight back at ya, Parkerâ, you waved gently to him as he disappeared down a hallway.
You made your way to your first class, deciding to read a bit before class started. Nothing you did eased the gnawing anxiety in the back of your mind though. Your first two classes were easy enough, but it was hard to focus, your mind racing with intrusive thoughts. âWhat if my voice gives out? What happens if I start crying in front of everyone? God, the whole school will hear about it. Everyone will stare at me, whisper about me every time I pass by them. I canât do this, I just canâtâ. By your third class, youâd bitten your nails down to blood, your lips suffering the same fate, cracked and split open. You almost considered skipping, but youâd worked hard on this project, you couldnât let that go to waste. So, taking your seat in the back of the class, you tried breathing techniques, anything to help calm your senses. Your leg bounced so much, you swore the floor would give out under your foot.
The teacher turned out the lights, letting people present their projects voluntarily. You calmed the tiniest bit. If someone randomly kept volunteering to present, the class time was sure to run out before you even got the chance to stand up. Throughout the class, you were on edge, chanting silent prayers in your head. You werenât very fortunate though, as everyone presented quickly, making it apparent that you were going to have to present no matter what. âAlright, who hasnât gone up yet?â, your teacher called out, looking at her grading sheet. âOh my god, please donât see my name. Please tell me I donât exist. Let me just disappear. I canât do thisâ. âOh! (Y/n) still hasnât presented, come on over and Iâll pull up your projectâ, your teacher chirped.
Your heart pounded painfully hard in your chest, slowly standing up on jelly legs, keeping your gaze down as you walked to the whiteboard. You couldnât possibly do this. You were going to die. Every mission youâd ever gone on seemed so miniscule in this moment, as you looked out to your peers. It was too dark to see most of their faces, which only made your situation worse. Your teacher pulled up the project on the projector, gesturing to you to start presenting, as she clicked her pen, ready to write down every mistake you made.
Letting out a jittery breath, you clasped your sweaty hands together and began talking. You were shaking so badly, it was like an earthquake had erupted inside of your body. You could feel the tears threatening to spill past your eyes, leaving a hard pain in your throat. Your chest hurt, and your breathing was becoming more erratic. But you had to finish, you had to get this over with. Just as you were on one of the last slides, a voice called from somewhere in the class, âHey, pipsqueak! Speak up, would ya? We canât hear you back here!â. The comment elicited a few snickers, which your teacher hushed quietly, but the damage was already done. The room was suddenly shrinking around you, as your chest tightened even further. You bit your lip, trying your best to compose yourself, attempting to push down your anxiety, but it only pushed back up more violently. â(Y/n)? You still have a few slides leftâ, your teacher said, but you didnât hear her. Instead, your fight or flight instincts took over, and you raced out of the classroom, tears now breaking free, streaming down your face. You headed to the nearest bathroom, locking yourself in a stall, your whole world crumbling beneath you.
Leaning against the door, you slid down, breath caught in your throat, fighting to get out, but to no avail. Instinctively, you brought your knees up to your chest, clutching at the seams of your pants, letting out choked sobs and broken coughs. There was only one thing you could think of that might help you, and that was your teammates. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, continuing to shake violently, as you clicked the emergency contacts, thumb pressed to the first person, which just so happened to be Bucky. You lifted the phone to your ear, barely hearing the ring, despite your call volume being all the way up.
Bucky saw your name pop up on his phone, panic surging through him. You never called, it made you too anxious. He answered instantly, â(Y/n)? (Y/n), sweetheart, are you okay?â. His sudden panic mixed with your name caused both Steve and Sam to stand by him, all of them mentally preparing for an emergency. You wanted to reply, but all that came out was a squeak, as your fist collided with the tiled floor, your oxygen levels becoming more scarce by the second. Bucky put his phone on speaker, letting all three of them talk to you. â(Y/n), doll, you gotta breathe okay? Through your nose, count on your fingersâ, Bucky stated, trying to keep his voice steady for you. âYep, deep breaths (Y/n), youâve got this. Youâre gonna be okayâ, Steve reassured you. After about 10 minutes of the three of them gently coaxing you out of your panic attack, you calmed slightly, leaving you crying quietly.
âWeâre almost back at the compound, weâll come and pick you up in about 20 minutes, okay?â, Steve said, giving no room for protests, although at this point you werenât going to object. You wanted to go home. âOkay, I guess I should get back to class thenâ, you murmured, realizing that youâd probably been gone for over 15 minutes now. It was weird no one came to look for you, but you werenât complaining. âIf you arenât ready to go back kid, thatâs fine. We can stay on the call as long as you needâ, Sam mentioned, his voice sounded beyond concerned. You had a bad habit of not taking care of yourself, especially in times of crisis. âNo, Iâll be fine, gotta go back to get my stuff anywaysâ, you were dreading going back. The whole class would be focused on you for sure, not to mention the faux sympathy from your teacher, something that would surely cause another flood of tears. You just wanted to go unnoticed, for everyone to ignore your presence. âAlright, if youâre sureâ. âIâm sure, Iâll see you guys soonâ, you werenât sure, but you had to convince them, you knew too well that theyâd cause a scene at the school if things got worse. âOkay, stay safe sweetheart, weâll be there as soon as possibleâ, Steve stated, before Bucky reluctantly hung up the phone.
Letting out a deep sigh, you pushed yourself up, groaning slightly as you forced your stiff body to move. You stepped out of the stall, silently thanking the universe for not letting anyone walk in during your breakdown. You looked to one of the mirrors, finding a disheveled figure staring back at you. You grabbed a paper towel, dampening it in the sink, and gently washing the dried tears off your face. You fixed your clothing and washed your hands, before making the godawful trip back to class. There was only 5 minutes left for the class, but that was more than enough time for shit to go wrong. You stood outside the door for a minute, taking a moment to compose yourself.
Turning the handle slowly, you eased your way past the door, the lights now on. Just as you expected, all eyes turned on you, but most turned away quickly, looking back to their friend or their phone. That lifted your nervousness a bit, as you started to head back to your desk, but your teacher had other plans, as she cleared her throat, motioning for you to go and talk to her. You cussed quietly to yourself, could this day get any worse? You dragged your feet over to her desk, biting your now scabbed lip. âSo, your project was very good, therefore, Iâm going to give you a 90, but I have to dock 10 points for your presentationâ, she spoke quietly and sternly. Your face grew hot with her words, tears swelling in your eyes again. She was taking points off for something that you couldnât control? It pissed you off to say the least. You only looked away from her desk, nodding slightly, knowing better than to open your mouth. âAlright then, you can go and pack up your thingsâ. You walked quickly back to your desk, putting the few things you had taken out back into your backpack, before the bell rang for lunch. Dashing out of the class, you headed straight for the front of the school, more than ready for the day to be over. Youâd email your 4th period teacher later on what work you missed out on. On your way, you made sure to text Peter, letting him know everything that happened, and that you wouldnât be there for lunch.
You only had to wait for a few minutes, as Sam walked through the doors, spotting you quickly and walking over to you. âYou alright kid?â. âYeah, Iâll be fine, jusâ want this day to be done alreadyâ. He nodded, following you to the front office, signing everything to excuse you for the day. He kept a close eye on you the whole time, a protective hand placed on your shoulder. Stepping out of the building, he led you to the car where Bucky and Steve awaited. You got into the back seat, Sam sitting in the seat next to you.
âHey doll, you feeling alright?â, Bucky quizzed, angling his body to look at you. âYeah, âm glad you guys offered to pick me up though. Donât really think I couldâve lasted another classâ, you fidgeted with your hands, you knew your nerves wouldnât calm for a while, but at least it was manageable now. âWeâre always here for you, kid, no matter whatâ, Sam assured you, patting your shoulder softly. âMhm, you can always come to us, even if weâre on a mission. Our job can always wait, your well being is more important than anythingâ, Steve added, looking briefly to you in the rearview mirror. âThank you for that, you guys are the bestâ, you smiled bashfully. âNo need to thank us, jusâ doing whatâs rightâ, Bucky stated. âSo, whatcha feel like doing when we get back?â, Sam asked. You thought for a moment, doing anything social sounded horrible at the moment, and the weighted blanket in your room was calling your name. âHow âbout a pizza and movie night?â, you inquired, knowing theyâd all like the idea, hell the whole team would probably join in. âSounds good to meâ, Steve mused, he always liked time for the team to bond. âMe tooâ. âMe as well, Iâm starving dudeâ, Sam quipped, causing all of you to chuckle.
It didnât take long to get back to the tower, all of you heading inside, you going to your room to set your stuff down and to change into something more comfy. After changing, you grabbed your weighted blanket, wrapping it around you, heading back down to the common room. Word mustâve spread fast, cause the whole team was gathered there, everyone sitting in a designated spot, except for Tony, who was currently ordering pizza over the phone. âHey, there they are, rough day at school?â, Natasha asked, giving you a warm smile. âYeah, not the greatestâ, you huffed out a small laugh. âWell, in that case, you get to choose the first movie dragaâ, Pietro looked up at you from his spot on the floor. You hummed in response, before placing your decision on one of your favorite comfort movies. Clint started to look it up on the various streaming services, finding it almost instantly. âThis one, right?â. You nodded happily, making your way over to sit between Steve and Wanda. âHey, kiddo, you want a drink? And Iâm guessing you want some extra garlic breadsticks too, right?â, Tony asked, holding his phone away from his mouth slightly. âUhh, Iâll have a (f/d), and duh, of course I want garlic breadsticksâ. âYeah, what type of question is that?â, Pietro chimed in. Tony scoffed at him, rolling his eyes, but continued placing the order.
Wanda opened her arms next to you, allowing you to curl into her side as her arms wrapped softly around you. You stretched your legs out, Steve placed them on his lap, gently rubbing his thumb over your calf. Your nerves were finally winding down, as Clint pressed play on the movie. Wanda kept an arm wrapped around your back, her other hand resting gently on the side of your head, making sure to keep you close. The pizza arrived shortly after the movie had started, and you grabbed as much food as you wanted. You deserved it after the day you had. After the first movie finished, and the team voted on a new movie to watch, you felt yourself begin to drift off. You couldnât have imagined a more perfect setting, comfort and warmth surrounding you. You didnât make it far into the second movie before you fell asleep, listening to the sound of Wandaâs heart beating, the events from earlier that day flooding away, leaving you to sleep peacefully, knowing that you were safe and sound.
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LQR & LJY [Another double length post đ]
[Beginning]
âYou do still have lessons, because you must continue to learn to cultivate. However, most of your lessons will be with me from now on, and I will only be teaching you. It will not be the sorts of classes you are accustomed to. I will give you problems to solve, questions to answer, things to memorize like you do now in your group lessons, but we will do these things while I work and you assist me. You will not be asked to sit still and be quiet all day long, you will be allowed to move as much as youâd like, and to ask me any questions that come to your mind because you need not worry about interrupting others.â
Jingyi blinks at that. Thereâs no way anyone is allowed to learn like that. Thatâs impossible. Plus thereâs no way Lan-xiansheng understands just how many questions Jingyi has every day, so many of which go unanswered and how many more go unasked in the first place. He wouldnât be offering this if he knew the truth, which means that Jingyi must have deceived him in some way. He feels panic clutch at his chest at the thought but he does his best to hide it; itâs everything heâs ever wanted since he was old enough to realize his parents werenât coming back for him, but heâs dismayed to realize that getting it all at once actually sort ofâŚscares him.
âYes Lan-xiansheng,â he agrees anyway because that seems like the safest thing to do, and itâs not like he doesnât want all of this. He just doesnât understand why heâs suddenly being given it, or how permanent (or not) all of it is. It doesnât seem like something he should be allowed to have, and as soon as someone realizes as much theyâll take it all away again. Thatâs what happens to things that are too good to be true - they donât last. He doesnât get to keep them.
Heâs warring with himself between doing everything he can to ruin this now before he gets used to it versus wanting to cling onto it for as long as possible so he can enjoy it before it all crumbles out from under his feet. Unfortunately his instinct for self-preservation has always needed some work so after a long pause he blurts out, âLan-xiansheng, why arenât you punishing me? Is it..I mean do I have to wait until later for Hanguang-Jun to tell someone else everything I did so they can do it instead of you? Can we do it now instead since you already know what I did?â
âYou want to be punished?â Lan-xiansheng asks and if Jingyi didnât know any better heâd think he sounds surprised. âFor what?â
Jingyi shifts a little bit, absolutely sure that this is a trap but equally sure that heâs going to blunder right into it like he always does. The aunties do this to him all the time, trick him into admitting to things that even other children do but donât get caught and punished for, and he hates it but heâs never figured out how not to do it. He just talks and ends up admitting to everything without even trying, and it scares him sometimes, like just opening his mouth is enough to get him into trouble.
âI was disrespectful to you,â he starts with a sinking heart. âI ran away from the aunties. I broke curfew. I broke into a house. I stole food. I made Hanguang-Jun break curfew to take me home. I know that Hanguang-Jun said last night that Iâm not in trouble but thatâs not right! Itâs..Hanguang-Jun doesnât lie! He doesnât ever break rules which means he doesnât lie, but how can what he said be true? How can I have broken so many rules and not be in trouble when Iâm always in trouble?â
âHanguang-Jun breaks rules.â
Jingyiâs racing mind screeches to a halt and he stops twisting his hands together in his lap to blink at Lan-xiansheng, uncomprehending.
âWhat?â
âHanguang-Jun breaks rules. As does Zewu-Jun, and as do I. No one in this Sect is perfect. It is impossible to follow every single rule perfectly at all times, and it is not expected that anyone will do so.â
Jingyi blinks a few times as he tries to make thatâŚmake sense. That canât possibly be right. Why have all those rules then if theyâre not all supposed to be obeyed all the time? Why punish people for breaking them if itâs expected? Does that mean Hanguang-Jun has been punished? Lan-xiansheng?!
âJingyi, look at me.â
Jingyi looks up sharply from blinking down unseeingly at the floorboards to meet Lan-xianshengâs intense stare.
âThe reason you are not in trouble for your actions yesterday is because you were in distress, and even though I am sure that you were aware of every rule you broke as you broke them, you still behaved that way because you were afraid and upset. I do not believe you did any of those things because you were gladly defying the rules, but rather because you saw no other option that you could bear.â
Jingyi blinks furiously again at that and wonders for a frantic moment if he isnât actually still asleep and dreaming this entire conversation.
âIf I had to guess I would also think that your behavior for the past months has been for similar reasons. You have told myself and Hanguang-Jun that you disrupt class because you do not understand the material and find sitting still to be unbearable no matter how much you try. In that case, being punished later for causing a disruption is a consequence that is not as upsetting in the moment as the pain of sitting still and quiet is, and so it is the only acceptable alternative.
âYou are not the first naturally loud person to step foot in Cloud Recesses, nor will you be the last. It is such a consistent issue despite how much you dislike and fear punishment that I can only conclude that it is something you have little control over at the moment, and that no one is helping you attempt to find that control. If that is the case, it means that it is not your fault but the fault of those who should be teaching you and have not been.
âI will not punish you any further for these behaviors unless I see that you take delight in breaking these rules, rather than feeling compelled to do so because the way your mind works is incompatible with the standard way we teach the other disciples.â
It really does all sound far too good to be true.
Because thatâs it. Thatâs it exactly. The only thing missing is how good it feels to get attention - any attention - instead of being ignored and discarded, but Jingyi doesnât feel a need to share that reason; itâs too embarrassing. It���s enough that Lan-xiansheng seems to understand, somehow, what itâs like in his head. He doesnât want to break the rules, he doesnât want to be bad, but he canât seem to help himself when the alternative means doing things that make him feel like heâs going to crawl out of his skin if he doesnât fix the problem immediately. Only fixing the problem means moving, wiggling, asking the questions burning in his mouth. All things that no one wants him to do.
âI can see on your face that I am correct.â
âYes, Lan-xiansheng,â he manages and scrubs his sleeve hard over his stupid wet eyes. âThank you.â
âYou do not need to thank me, Jingyi, this is my responsibility. Now - I wish to re-teach you everything that you have struggled with so far, and that is why I have asked you to tell me what you struggle with. It is not so that I can hurt you, or so that I can ask why you do not understand basic concepts at your age. I know why you donât as I have just established, I only need to know what I must teach you. Can you tell me?â
And Jingyi - finally willing to begin to trust that if Lan-xiansheng were trying to trap him he would just say so - tells him. Everything.
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Who Obeys Who?
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3
~F!Mc~ Word Count: 4,494
Summary: After Mcâs latest brush with death, Lucifer has placed various rules to ensure her safety. However, the independent human will soon discover that the brothers have become increasingly possessive/protective over her, to the point where she begins to feel suffocated. In the heat of the moment during a particularly bad fight, Mc uses the power of her pacts and accidentally harms the brothers in the process. Anguished over this and the brothersâ behavior, she runs away and seeks a way to break the pacts, for their sake and her own!
Warnings: Mention of death, brief violence, aggressive scenarios.
It was no secret to anyone that the 7 Lords of Devildom were fiercely protective of their little human, however this was something that Mc was still adjusting to. Back in the human world, Mc was never really the center of attention or had particularly protective family/friends, and was quite content with the sense of freedom that came with such a life.
However, as the brothers began to grow closer and closer with her, their desire to guard the new member of their family also swelled. At first, she found this behavior somewhat endearing; it warmed her heart to know that such powerful and feared demons cared so deeply for her, a mere mortal human. With this new sensation of the brothers at her side, Mc felt safe in Devildom, despite the multiple times she had almost lost her life.
That was until she had a particularly bad run in with several lower demons at RAD once a day. Mc had left her classes mid-session to use the restroom, the hallways were silent and empty as everyone was seated in their classrooms. However, when she was making her way back to class, three lower demons jumped out and began attacking her, beating her nearly unconscious.
In between the grunts and deafening blows the demons dealt her, she could hear them shouting something about how she was making the Demon Lords soft, that her presence was ruining their reputation as fearsome, cruel creatures.
However, it was over as soon as it started; the demons left her gasping alone on the cool, tiled floor. Soon after Mammon (who had been in the process of skipping class) discovered her battered body and called his brothers for help. Although Mc hadnât sustained any serious injuries, she was quickly raced to the nearest hospital and made a swift recovery with the help of Solomon and Simeonâs healing abilities.
In the days after the incident, Mc was feeling suprisingly unscatched, both physically and mentally. Despite how worried sick the brothers were, she was simply happy that the whole ordeal was over and done with, the perpetrators promptly beaten and jailed. However, Lucifer had decided this was not good enough for Mc, or rather, him.
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Mc sat nervously at the dining table in the House of Lamentation, all the chairs filled with their respective brothers. Lucifer had called a âfamily meetingâ earlier that day during RAD classes and had stressed that everyone must be there.
At first Mc hadnât been too worried about the sudden order, but simply watching Mammon anxiously bounce his leg from next to her with his chin resting gravely on his palm, had her suddenly reconsidering. Everyone instantly perked up as Lucifer cleared his throat from the end of the long table.
âIn light of⌠recent events...,â he begins his gaze sweeping from brother to brother, eventually landing firmly on Mc, making her jump slightly. He pauses for a moment, huffing slightly.
â...I have decided that there is an urgent need for new rules regarding Mc, more specifically on how to ensure she remains safe in her time at Devildom,â he announces.
âWhat do you mean ânew rulesâ,â Mc questions, eyebrows furrowed slightly.
Lucifer shoots her a quick glare after being interrupted before continuing.
âI mean that as of today, you cannot be without an escort when leaving the House of Lamentation under any circumstances-,â he says as Mc rises quickly from her chair.
âWhat?! I need an escort?-'' she exclaims, hands placed definitely on the table before her.
â-That includes walking to and from RAD, walking between class periods, and anywhere else outside of the House of Lamentation,â he continues, ignoring Mcâs sudden outburst.
âThat ridiculous, I can handle walking myself perfectly fine-,â Mc shouts.
âYou will be required to have your D.D.D on you at all times, and you are not permitted to leave the house after 8pm,â he states coldly, staring down Mc. âAll of which are effective for an indefinite amount of time.â
âThis isnât necessary, Lucifer! I know what happened last week, but that doesnât mean you can just start making me follow all these crazy restrictions!â Mc pleads, desperately looking around the table at the brothers for any semblance of support.
However, they all avoid her gaze, a few of them taking sudden interest in the intricate carvings that adorn the side of the wooden table.
âIt is necessary, Mc,â Lucifer says matter-of-factly, crossing his arms. âI know that youâre a very independent person, but these rules are for your own safety.â.
âIâm sorry Lucifer, but I wonât allow myself to submit to this-,â Mc begins defiantly.
â-You will follow these rules. This is not something that is up for discussion, Mc!â he bellows, causing everyone at the table to flinch at the sudden aggression.
âAnd that goes for all of you,â he commands, pointing accusingly at his brothers. âYou all are to make sure that she adheres to these rules, you understand?â
They all exchange quick glaces between a fuming Mc and Luciferâs stern expression. They all nod slowly, reluctantly submitting to Luciferâs will. Mc flops angrily into her chair, teeth clenched as she festers silently in her own wrath.
As much as she wants to, she simply canât win against Lucifer, especially not on this one. Seeing that none of the other brothers came to her aid, she decides she has no choice but to swallow her pride. Biting her tongue, she nods slightly along with the brothers.
âThen⌠that is all that I need to say,â Lucifer says, his composure restored as he rises from his seat. âThis meeting is adjourned.â
In the days after Lucifer's declaration, Mc begrudgingly followed each rule. Although she was still fuming, she offered no further protest on the matter, electing to just wait until Lucifer decided these restrictions were no longer necessary.
After a while, Mc began to not be particularly bothered by these rules. Although she valued her occasional moments of solitude, having the brothers escort her from place to place proved to be somewhat enjoyable. Additionally, having her D.D.D on her at all times wasnât too much of a hassle, and it wasnât like she had many places to be in Devildom after 8pm.
However, Mc began to feel more concerned with the brothersâ behavior as more and more questionable moments occurred between them. She first took notice of this somewhat alarming shift in behavior when Mc was conversing with a new friend from her Curses and Hexes class; another demon, obviously.
Mc was always eager to make new friends, especially since she rarely had the chance to talk to any demons outside of the seven brothers. Her and this new demon had randomly sparked up a conversation when he had asked her for a spare pencil. He had noticed it had a design on it that originated from a popular movie franchise that he was also interested in, so the duo became engrossed in discussing the topic long into the class period. Even after the bell rang, they continued absentmindedly laughing and chatting with one another.
This caused Beel, who had recently begun waiting for Mc outside of each of her classes to walk her from period to period, to peek his head in the room worriedly. The redhead immediately noticed the lower demon and how he was leaning against Mcâs desk, deep in conversation with his human. Anger quickly sparked in the pit of his abdomen, prompting him to stalk swiftly towards the duo.
He planted a solid hand on Mcâs shoulder. âThe bell rang, Mc. Letâs go to your next class,â he grunts, refusing to acknowledge the surprised demon beside him.
âOh, it's okay Beel. You can go without me, Iâll be leaving after I finish up here in a second,â Mc says cheerfully, waving Beel on without much thought.
In response, his grip tightens every-so slightly on Mcâs shoulder, digging into the fabric of her uniform. âNo. I have to go with you Mc,â he says firmly.
âBeel, seriously, itâs okay,â Mc responds in a quizzical tone, eyes flickering between his face and his hand on her shoulder. âIâll just have my friend here walk me instead. Your class is on the other side of campus anyway, so youâll be late if you wait for me.â
âI donât care if Iâm late. Iâm not going to let you be alone with some other demon, Mc,â he growls.
Both Mc and the lower demon gape at Beel, taken aback by his sudden aggression.
âBeel! Donât be rude! You donât need to worry about him, heâs oka-,â Mc exclaims.
âMc. Iâm not leaving you with him,â Beel repeats, this time finally eyeing the fidgeting lower demon sitting across from him. He wilts slightly from Beelâs piercing gaze, feeling as if heâs somehow made a grave mistake by simply talking to Mc. Mc shakes Beelâs hand from her shoulder, rising from her desk to confront him head on.
âBeelzebub. Iâm telling you-,â Mc begins before sheâs abruptly interrupted by Beel grabbing her wrist and tugging her towards the classroomâs exit. Despite her protests, he managed to make it halfway to her next period before Mc finally wrenched herself from his grip. The other demons in the hallway disperse, fleeing to their classrooms after sensing the dangerous arua the Avatar of Gluttony was emitting.
âWhat the hell Beel?â she pants, rubbing the angry red skin on her wrist. She eyes him, feeling increasingly uneasy; what happened back in the classroom...it was completely out of character for him. He never spoke to her, or anyone in that way, let alone put his hands on her like that.
âLucifer said you canât go anywhere by yourself,â he explains, placing a hand on his neck while shame begins to replace the wrath within him.
âYeah, I wasnât going by myself. I said that my friend was going to walk me instead,â Mc shoots back.
Beel frowns, âYou canât trust any demon you meet, Mc. You donât know if you really would be safe with him.â
In the back of her mind, Mc knows heâs half right; she simply didnât know that demon well enough to confidently say he wouldnât try something the moment she was alone and vulnerable. However, she wasnât upset that Beel questioned his integrity anymore, she was upset that he didnât even take a moment to consider her feelings on the matter. He simply ran off with her without a second thought, completely disregarding her ability to judge a personâs character on her own without him or one of his brothers weighing in with their own cynical opinions.
They stood silently for a moment as Mc stewed in her thoughts, the hallway empty, its air turning stale around them. Before she could give a proper retort, the sound of the schoolâs bell rang around them, indicating that they were now both late for class. Mc clenched her firsts angrily.
She then turned sharply and stalked to her next period, allowing an uneasy Beel to accompany her from a distance. Once she entered her classroom and slammed the door behind her, Beel began the trek on his own class. When the next period ended, Mc found Belphie waiting outside to escort her in place of Beel.
Despite this concerning event, there was a brief lull in the brothersâ display of possessive behavior; whether that be because they finally realized that they were suffocating Mc with their antics, or because Mc had been more careful about complying to Luciferâs rules. Â However, this moment of peace was soon to be interrupted.
After Asmo accidentally spilled wine on Mc during a visit to Ristorante Six, he had vowed to take her shopping for a whole new outfit, even though it only really stained her blouse. When Levi caught wind of the excursion, he decided to tag along to go window shopping for some newly released Ruri-chan merchandise.
That weekend, the trio made their way to the bustling shopping center at the heart of Devildom; the majority of the day was very lighthearted and served as a much needed break from school and the crushing protectiveness of the brothers. They all spent hours browsing and trying on clothes in Majolish, laughing as Asmo forced Levi to briefly explore his fashion sense with them. After they finally left, Mc and Asmo struggled to carry the various bags filled to the brim with clothes and accessories while Levi happily snapped pictures of the exasperated pair, offering no help as he uploaded the photos to Devilgram.
After some more teasing, Levi finally slid his phone away before reaching to take one of the heavier bags from Mcâs hand. Mc gladly accepts the aid, shifting her weight forward to lean towards his extended hand. However, her shoe briefly caught the raised surface of a slightly out-of-place tile in the pavement, causing her to trip mid-step. Before she could sprawl across the floor below, she collides into a passing demon, falling face first into their chest.
âHey! Watch it-,â the demon shouts, falling backwards from the force of the impact.
Mc instantly removes herself from the demon. âAh-, Iâm sorry! Are you okay?,â flustered from the embarrassing spectacle sheâs caused. She offers a hand to the fallen demon, smiling politely as they glare at her from the floor.
âMy apologies, I accidentally tripped, and you just happened to be in front of me...,â she says quickly as they begrudgingly reach to take her hand.
Before their palms can overlap, Levi moves in between the two, slapping the demonâs hand away from Mcâs. Shocked, the demon sharply pulls back his hand, hissing from the insult.
âLevi? What the fuck was that for?â Mc gasped, Leviâs expression startlingly contradicting the joyful demon he was moments ago.
âDonât fucking talk to her like that,â Levi snarls at the demon, shoving Mc behind him despite her protests. âStay the fuck away from us.â
At a loss for words, Mc desperately looks to Asmo for help. Rather than stepping forward to mitigate the situation as he so often does, Asmo simply moves to pick up the fallen bag and plants himself next to Levi, ignoring Mcâs aghast face.
âGuys, calm down! It was my fault, I was the one who bumped into them!â Mc exclaims, moving in front of the pair with raised hands.
âYeah, what the hell? It was just an accident-,â the demon begins, moving to return to a standing position. Before they can get themselves completely upright, Levi shoves him to the ground.
âLevi-,â Mc yelped at the sudden display of violence. This time, she places a hand on the two advancing brothersâ chest, glaring at them both.
âIf you two donât knock this shit off right now, Iâll use our pacts to command you to stop,â she warns, hoping the anger in her tone masked the fear she felt creeping its way into the corners of her mind.
Levi clicks his tongue in frustration, reluctantly taking a step away from the terrified demon. Asmo slowly follows, never taking his eyes off them.
âFine,â Asmo mutters. âBut it would be in your best interest to leave, and never show your face around us ever again,â Asmo spat at the demon, his usually pristine face twisted into an irritated grimace.
The demon immediately takes off in the other direction, leaving the trio alone in the street. Before Mc could scold them, they both link their arms around herâs and stomp away.
âThat was out-of-fucking line, guys!â Mc exclaims after a moment of stunned silence. The pair flinch a little but continue tugging her back to the House of Lamentation wordlessly.
âThat was⌠that was absolutely ridiculous! It was just a simple mistake, and it was my fault! There was no reason for you guys to blow up on them like that!â she says, whipping her head from side to side in an attempt to read the faces of the two demons.
âWhyâre you acting like that demon running into me was some kind of assasinaton attempt?! You guys didnât used to be this⌠unreasonableâŚâ she trails off, desperately trying to get Levi or Asmo to meet her eyes. â...What the fuck happened?â she asks the pair.
âIâll tell you what the fuck happened, Mc,â Levi finally retorts, clenching his teeth as he lifts his head to look at her from behind his violet hair. âYou⌠you were almost killed... not even a month ago. And if you think weâre just going to let something like that happen again then-â.
âBut they werenât trying to kill me!â Mc thundered, shaking with anger. âYou both totally overreacted!â
âWe canât be too careful, Mc. Iâm sorry we upset you, but Iâd rather that than risk you being murdered!â Asmo admits, gripping her arm desperately.
âThere was no danger, Asmo!â Mc yells. âWhy canât you two understand that?â
Levi and Asmo exchanged troubled glances.
âMc, weâre just trying to do whatâs best for youâŚâ Levi pleads, Asmo nodding.
âThis is what you think is best for me?! Just tearing off with me the moment I interact with any demon aside from you guys?â Mc scoffs, struggling to wrap her mind around the ridiculousness of the whole situation.
The two demons are silent, festering in shame and frustration. They avoid her eyes, struggling to produce a proper retort.
âI decide what is best for me, got it?! Because clearly, you guys have lost all touch with reality!â she continues, beyond caring about softening her insults.
Although the brothers wanted to argue back, they both elected to bite their tongues for the rest of the walk home, hoping that Mc would eventually calm down and come around to their point of view.
However, when they finally arrived home Mc ripped her arms from their grip, storming to her room while Asmo and Levi frantically tried to apologize from behind her wake. She slammed the door in their faces; they knocked the wooden surface as they pleaded for her to let them so they could make it up to her.
After a while of fruitlessly calling to her, they finally gave up, leaving Mc alone to quietly sob in her room. She refused to speak to the pair for a couple days afterward, but eventually gave up on attempting to hold a grudge on the demons she loved so deeply. She tried to drop her guard around them once again, but still couldnât shake that uneasy feeling that had been clouding her mind ever since that day.
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Although Mc found these instances incredibly peculiar (alarmingly so), she still gave the demon brothers the benefit of the doubt. She understood that they cared for her fiercely, and that this could lead them to act aggressively; but she could not wrap her head around why they were starting to disregard how Mc felt. They had begun to handle her like a delicate piece of artwork; something to be admired from within a protective container, never to be touched by outside hands.
Despite this, she decided that for the time being she would simply grin a bear it all while she gave them a chance to calm themselves, hoping they would all eventually return to their normal selves. However, this was not the case as Mc would soon realize after she had forgotten to walk home with Mammon after classes at RAD.
As per Luciferâs rules, Mc was to be accompanied by one of the brothers to and from school. After much pestering from Mammon, she agreed to make walking back with him a daily occurrence. The two would meet in the garden at the center of RADâs campus and make the journey home together, chatting about their day. However, Mc had completely forgotten about this agreement one day.
Mc has a bad habit of becoming lost in thought, forgetting the world around her as she silently listens to music through a pair of tangled earbuds. Mc was often accompanied by at least 1-2 demon brothers at once, so she doesn't often get much time to simply explore her own thoughts without interruption. This, coupled with her bad habit of becoming detached from the present, caused her to simply walk straight to the House of Lamentation without the thought of meeting Mammon even crossing her mind.
She had gotten home before any of the others, and absentmindedly slumped into bed after changing out of her RAD uniform. Lazily rolling over, she reached out to pick up her previously discarded D.D.D and earbuds, music still faintly playing. She clicked on the screen to turn off the music and noticed she had 9 new notifications while her phone was on silent. There were 6 text messages from Mammon, and 4 new missed calls. Mc sat up in bed to read the texts:
âOi! Where the hell are ya at Mc?â - 19 minutes ago
âAre you coming or not? Did ya forget about me?â - 16 minutes ago
1 missed call.
âDid ya walk home with Asmo instead of me? That hurts my feelings, ya know.â - 15 minutes ago
1 missed call.
âHey! Respond to my calls⌠youâre startinâ to worry meâ. - 12 minutes ago
"If youâre worried that Iâm mad, Iâm not! Just text me when ya get home safely, OK?â - 11 minutes ago
2 missed calls.
âThat's it! You better call me back right now, or Iâm gonna start freakinâ out!â - 6 minutes ago
Mc drags a hand over her face, annoyed by his gross overreaction. Mammon has always been the clingy type, something she had gotten used to and eventually found somewhat endearing. However, this was just too muchâŚ
Before she could even begin to return his calls, the door to her room burst open, swinging on its hinges and slamming into the wall with a loud bang. There in the doorway stood Mammon, sweaty, panting, and obviously very distressed. Alongside him stood Satan, Asmo, and Belphie, all looking slightly less disheveled but with equally concerned expressions. As soon as they laid their eyes on her, relief immediately flushed all other emotion from their faces.
âWha-â, she began, but was swiftly cut off when Mammon leapt towards her to clutch her shoulders.
âWhat the hell happened Mc?!â he exclaims, shaking her before embracing her firmly. After a tense moment, he quickly peels himself from her form, his flushed face mere inches from her own as he continues his volley of questions.
âI really thought something bad happened to you!â he cries out, silvery eyebrows furrowed. Mc opened her mouth to explain but was interrupted once again.
â-and why didnât ya answer my calls? I got so worried that I even called Asmo, and when he said that you werenât with him, I totally freaked!â he says, his eyes wandering to inspect her body; still expecting her to be harmed in some way.
Mc pushes the babbling demon off of her as she explains, âIâm sorry, I had my D.D.D on silent, so I didnât see any of your texts.â
As Mammon tumbles to the foot of her bed, Asmo quickly takes his place next to her.
âMc! You canât do that to us again! We really thought some other demon got to you!â he sobs, wrapping his arms around her , dramatically burying his face in the crook of her neck. Satan turns his back to them to make a call on his D.D.D, presumably to let the others know that Mc is safe and sound at home.
Overwhelmed by the sudden attention, Mc struggles to pry the weeping demon off of her. She looks to Belphie to help as heâs usually the brother that grants her the most freedom in situations like these. Meeting her gaze, Belphie moves forward, his facade of indifference faintly cracking.
âThat doesnât explain why you didn't wait for one of us to walk with you. You know youâre not supposed to go anywhere by yourself, Mc,â he says with a sigh, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to feign exasperation.
Mc glares at him; she half-expected him to be on her side, to scold Mammon and Asmo for their dramatic antics as he so often does.
âIâm sorry guys, I totally forgot to wait. I guess I just got so lost in thought that I didnât realize I forgot about Mammon,â she admits, chuckling awkwardly at her rather anticlimactic explanation. Satan turns to face them as he places his D.D.D back into his pant pocket, frowning at her words.
âWell, it's a good thing that you at least went straight back to the House of Lamentation, because if we didnât find you in your room, Lucifer would have asked Diavolo to form a royal search party for you,â he says, his hand cupping his chin thoughtfully.
âWhat?! A search party?â Mc exclaims, becoming more exasperated by the second. âIsnât that a bit much? I mean⌠I was only unaccounted for for less than half an hour, right? Doesnât that seem like overkill to you?â she questions, attempting to face Satan as Asmo and Mammon fuss over her.
Satan and Belpie, who normally jump at any chance to criticize Luciferâs decisions, simply shook their heads.
âNo, itâs understandable. We canât afford to give you the benefit of the doubt anymore,â Satan sighs.
âHuh?â Mc says, completely vexed by his explanation.
Satan moves to place a hand on her head, his palm lovingly stroking her hair despite the troubled expression that lingers on his features.
âYou better start working on your apology, because Lucifer and the others are on their way back now,â he says, only half-joking. âAnd from what he told me, Levi and Beel had been tearing up every inch of RADâs campus looking for any trace of you.â
Before she can argue about the matter any further, the sound of 3 pairs of footsteps thunder against the hallwayâs stairs and towards her room. The other brothers burst into her room, followed by another flurry of questions and quick embraces. After a while of explaining and apologizing, Mc finally managed to quell the fears of the brothers.
Later that afternoon, they all sat down to have dinner together, the brothers continuing to fuss over an annoyed Mc. Although this ridiculous incident hadnât ended in complete disaster (aside from the scolding of a life-time from Lucifer), it still worried Mc. She could understand, to an extent, their protectiveness over her, especially after the most recent attempt on her life. However, she was only unresponsive for less than 30 minutes, and all of them had flown into a panic; it was completely out of character for most of the brothers.
She poked at her food, still sore about the lecturing she had received. Hopefully, this was the last incident for a long while. Little did she know, it would get much worse.
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Thank you for reading part 1! Can you tell this is my first time ever writing fanfic? lmaoo
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CQL-verse! The characters have the same age gaps between them as their actors and actresses! Wwx and Jyl are the same age, jc is 5 years younger than them. Lxc is 3 years younger than wwx&jyl and lwj is 3 years younger than him. Nmj is two years older than wwx&jyl and nhs is 8 years younger than him and the same age as lwj. (1/2)
Meng Yao is 2 years older than nhs and jzx is 2 years older than MY. I'm leaving the Wen Sibs out of this because otherwise WN would be the same age as wwx and WQ would be 4 years younger than him. But hey! If you want to go with that, go crazy! I was thinking more of Yunmeng Sibs focus, but I will be happy with anything! (2/2)
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Untamed
Nie Mingjue hated the Wen sect to the point of death and war, but he had always had trouble hating sad and gentle Wen Ning.
Wen Ning was technically his peer â there were only two years between them in age â and therefore capable of the same sorts of responsibilities and duties towards righteousness as Nie Mingjue, meaning that he ought to hate him as much as all the rest. But at the same time, Wen Ning was only part of the main branch family indirectly, a ward of Wen Ruohan; he was constantly suppressed and even tormented by Wen Chao, the eldest son of that family. If anything, it seemed almost as if heâd been brought into the family just to act as the familyâs scapegoat, the inferior copy that was so hapless that he made that self-indulgent hedonist Wen Chao appear somewhat competent in contrast.
Nie Mingjue couldnât imagine treating any of his own cousins that way.
He and Wen Chao were often compared, both being about the same age, and their young brothers were of similar age as well, both of them only fourteen; this juxtaposition made sure that every single person in the cultivation world talk of them in the same breath. Nie Mingjue always came out the better in the comparison, and Wen Xu the same for his, which in the minds of most people balanced out, but which caused Wen Chao no end of rage. He knew he couldnât take out his anger on the talented Wen Xu and so took out on poor Wen Ning instead.
Nie Mingjue hated the Wen sect.
He did not hate Wen Ning.
Wen Ning, who should not be here.
âPlease,â Wen Ning said, nearly in tears, as he threw himself down to the floor in front of Nie Mingjue. Heâd burst into the room in the inn Nie Mingjue was staying at, the guards that no sect leader could do without no matter what they wanted following close behind in alarm until Nie Mingjue had waved them off with a gesture; heâd been panting so hard that heâd only just now caught his breath. âPlease help this useless older brother do one good thing with his life.â
Alarmed, Nie Mingjue reached out and caught Wen Ning by the shoulders, pulling him to stand and even forgetting himself enough to reach forward with a sleeve to dab away the tears staining the other manâs face.
âWhat is it?â he asked, feeling anxiety curdling in his gut. Heâd spoken with Wen Ning before during the discussion conferences, both when he was younger and even, in a few stolen moments, after he became sect leader; he knew Wen Ning had a steady personality, if a weak one from all the bullying he endured, and that he was not given to unnecessary hysterics. If he could tolerate Wen Chaoâs endless torment with a faint smile and a donât worry sect leader Nie once youâre used to it itâs more funny than anything else, then what could make him act like this? âWhat is that you need help with? I do not understand.â
Wen Ning looked tired. He always had, his health had always been poor, but now it seemed worse than ever; there were circles under his eyes, and Nie Mingjue had no idea how heâd managed to get away from the Nightless City to come find him. The town he was currently in was close to the border the Qinghe Nie shared with Qishan Wen, but it was still an effort, especially for someone like Wen Ning. He might be a member of the Wen family by name, but his freedom was significantly curtailed, and it wasnât only because he was sickly.
âMy little sister is going to be attending the lectures at the Cloud Recesses,â Wen Ning said.
âThe - Lan sect lectures?â Nie Mingjue repeated blankly. It was a stupid thing to say; of course it was the Lan sectâs lectures, who else would give lectures at the Cloud Recesses? And yet, at the same time â âThe Wen sect hasnât gone to them in generations.â
âSect Leader Wen asked A-Qing to look for something,â Wen Ning said. âI donât know what. He talks to her more than he talks to me, when sheâs treating him with acupuncture and other such things â he only wants blood relations treating him now, so sheâs passing along what she can do, the doctors all say sheâs talented â he told her something, I think, but I donât know what, he doesnât talk to meâŚand she doesnât talk to me, either.â
âSheâs sixteen, theyâre like that,â Nie Mingjue said, trying to offer comfort, but he didnât like the sound of that â Wen Ruohan growing reliant on the medical skills of a teenager, talking with her as if she were an adultâŚit didnât speak well to the Chief Cultivatorâs state of mind. âSo sheâs going to go spy on them?â
âShe is. And maybe more. Thereâs â thereâs something back in the Nightless City, something Sect Leader Wen is refining in order to increase his power. Whatever it is, itâs powerful and evil.â Wen Ning looked paler than usual, somehow. âIt was something that was kept in a cave near our village when we were younger, once. Sect Leader Wen took it away to study, and it made something go crazy, I got hurt, and my parents â anyway, it doesnât matter. I canât go near it without losing my senses, so I really donât know anything about it. But I know that Sect Leader Wen only has a piece â and the Lan sect has another.â
Lan Xichen had never mentioned such a thing, but then again, he wasnât really old enough that Nie Mingjue would expect him to know everything about his sect â he was after all a full five years younger than Nie Mingjue, three years younger than Wen Ning; he was still only seventeen, having only just graduated from his uncleâs classes the year before. He was only very technically sect leader, in the same way Nie Mingjue had only been technically sect leader after his fatherâs death, although unlike Lan Xichen Nie Mingjue had fought his way to step up to the task for real early on. He himself was only barely considered an adult at the age of twenty-two; it was no surprise that in the Lan sect, which had Lan Qiren to rely on, Lan Xichen might not know it all.
Or perhaps he knew, and simply didnât say. Each sect was entitled to its secrets.
âWhat are you thinking?â Nie Mingjue asked.
âIâm thinking that my sister is constantly afraid for me, even though sheâs younger than me,â Wen Ning said solemnly. âIâm thinking that she will break her own principles into pieces to protect me. Iâm thinking that sheâll find whatever it is, or find a hint to it, and then Wen Chao will take his forces to burn the Cloud Recesses to the ground in search of it.â
Nie Mingjue could see that.
He didnât want to, but he could.
âMy brother is attending those lectures,â he said blankly. Nie Huaisang was there right now. He could be in danger â no, he would be in danger. Nie Huaisang wasnât a good cultivator, and at fourteen, he was just a baby. Nie Mingjue had sent Meng Yao with him, nominally as his attendant, but in fact to get the benefit of the classes himself and also bully Nie Huaisang into actually learning something â heâd brought Meng Yao into the Nie sect after Jin Zixuan, full of guilt over how his father had treated a boy only two years his junior, had sent him a letter beseeching him for help following Meng Yaoâs public and humiliating rejection from Jinlin Tower â but Meng Yao was only sixteen, of age with Wen Qing; what could he really do?
Moreover, sending Wen Qing and not Wen Xu, even though Wen Xu was the same age as Nie Huaisang and Lan Wangji, indicated that Wen Ruohan didnât want his more promising son to get involved in whatever it was that he was planning, or maybe in whatever consequences followed. If Wen Chao really were to try something violent, they couldnât afford to have a weakness already thereâŚ
âI need to get A-Qing out of the Wen sect,â Wen Ning said, and Nie Mingjue turned to look at him in shock. âPermanently. Iâve begged her to go, but she wonât leave me, she wonât leave our family of the Dafan Wen, but she has to. Something bad is going to happen soon. I know it. I donât mind trading my life for hers, but she has to live.â
âIs there any way you can go to the Cloud Recesses as well?â Nie Mingjue asked, his mind already racing. Heâd long ago given up on helping Wen Ning because he knew the other man wouldnât turn traitor against his family, being an upright and filial child, but if his family had reached such a depth of corruption as that, then it was only right to leave them behind. If Wen Ning was finally accepting that, maybe there was something he could do. âYouâre sensitive to the â whatever it is. Right? Maybe Wen Qing can suggest bringing you around to help her find her way to it.â
âHow would that help?â
âIt gets you somewhere safe, while I can rescue Dafan Wen â without a threat to you or to them, your sister would have no reason to insist on staying,â Nie Mingjue said, though it wouldnât be him, exactly, that did the rescue â heâd need a firm alibi lest Wen Ruohan use it as an excuse to start something with his Nie sect. He might have prepared for war as much as he could, but the Wen sect was still stronger; if war broke out, he needed to make sure that he had the moral high ground.
Luckily, Wei Wuxian, that walking calamity of a head disciple of Yunmeng Jiang, had of late developed the habit of wandering over to visit various other sects, including Qinghe (and Nie Mingjue in specific), at his leisure, and no one ever would think to blame him for such a strange thing as a subsidiary sect of distant Wen sect cousins disappearing.
After all, Wei Wuxian had no reason to know or care about the Dafan Wen, and everyone knew he abjured politics completely, violently and repetitively, so as to make no mistake about anyone who might otherwise see him as competition for the Jiang sectâs true heir, Jiang Cheng. The five-year gap between their ages kept them from being compared â you couldnât expect a child, and at fifteen Jiang Cheng was still very much a child, to keep up with an adult just turned twenty like Wei Wuxian â but there had always been whispers given everything with Cangse Sanren, and Wei Wuxian had had to work very hard to put a stop to them.
Wei Wuxianâs wandering habit had started back when heâd been trying to find Jiang Yanli a new fiancĂŠe to replace the engagement heâd broken by fighting with Jin Zixuan, however shameful it was for him to fight with a boy two years his junior. It was for that that he had come to Qinghe to meet Nie Mingjue, leading to them hitting it off as friends despite Nie Mingjue expressing that he had absolutely no interest in getting married to Jiang Yanli, or indeed to any nice young lady at all; then, in turn, Nie Mingjue had brought him to the Lan sect to meet Lan Xichen. Theyâd gotten along as well, although the most notable outcome of that visit had been little Lan Wangji developing a crush on his elder brotherâs new friend while Wei Wuxian remained blissfully oblivious. His wanderings had continued even after Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan had found their way back to each other, affianced once again through their own choice rather than their parentsâ.
Said parents had not yet been informed of this new situation, as they were waiting for the right time to mention it. Or perhaps more accurately, the right situation to exploit with itâŚ
Now, Nie Mingjue thought. Now was the time. It would work perfectly.
And not just as a distraction.
âAre you sureâŚ?â
âI am,â Nie Mingjue said. âWhatever it is, Wen Ruohan must be kept from obtaining all of the pieces; heâs already too powerful, and more power will only make him more arrogant. Iâll speak with Lan Qiren. Once I take the Dafan Wen back to the Nie sect, your sister will be able to testify to whatever it is that she was asked to search for, which will give Lan Qiren the evidence he needs to get his sectâs approval for retaliatory measures. Moreover, using Wei Wuxian to help me will force Jiang Fengmian to support me as well; thereâs no way heâd ever refuse to back him to the hilt.â
âThe Jin sect ââ
âWill join us,â Nie Mingjue said, thinking of Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuanâs yet-to-be-announced engagement. Once Jin Guangshan realized that he would be pulled into the same boat as the rest of them whether he wanted to or not, any resistance he had would crumble like a structure made of sand being beaten down by the tide. âThey wonât have a choice. Is there anything else I should know?â
âThereâs a child,â Wen Ning said, biting his lips. âAround the same age as your brother or my sister, or maybe the Jiang sect heir, I donât know, around that. He helps Sect Leader Wen with whatever heâs doing.â
âA child helps him?â
Nie Mingjue didnât like the sound of that.
âI donât know. Some secret his family knows, I thinkâŚhis surname is Xue.â
Nie Mingjue frowned.
âI donât know much about him,â Wen Ning added. âOnly that he has some history with the Yueyang Chang clan. Bad history.â
âThatâs a good start,â Nie Mingjue said. He realized that he hadnât yet released Wen Ningâs shoulders, and gave them a small squeeze before doing so. âThank you for bringing this to my attention. I will do everything I can to help you.â
Wen Ning looked at him with admiration in his eyes, making Nie Mingjue feel a little hot under the collar.
âThank you, Chifeng-zun,â he murmured, and Nie Mingjue shook his head.
âCall me by name,â he said, and tried to smile. âYouâll be here a lot in the future, if all goes well.â
Nie Mingjue hated the Wen sect, but he didnât hate gentle and sad Wen Ning.
He didnât hate him at all.
#mdzs#nie mingjue#wen ning#my fic#my fics#count your age#I know you said Yunmeng focus but this is what came out#sorry#full list of ages on the ao3 page
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hello love! I got bored and thought of this. So itâs the readers bday and they like Adrien. Adrien like the reader and marinette hates that he does. So like reader is planning on throwing a party bc itâs their birthday so marinette decided to throw a party on the same day at the same time. And since reader is kinda new, everyone decided to go to Mariâs party. So that happens, but when Adrien gets to readers party, theyâve done gone batshit crazy, like screaming, crying, smashing things, idk just losing their shit. Not like in anger, theyâre just really hurt by it. No hawk moth thođŠ hawkdaddy go on vacay or sumđ¤şđ¤ş Mk sorry this is long and itâs late and Iâm kiiinndaaa drunk and in da feels anyway bye bye
HELLO ANON! SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT BUT HERE IT IS! I never thought that i would have to write about mean marinette but here i am LMAO. i hope you like it bb <33
Pairing: Adrien Agreste X Reader
Warnings: Swearing.Â
Tags: angst, Marinette is a bitch in this oops, alexa play pity party by melaine martinez.Â
âLove, Adrien.â
âWow, thatâs really cringey Adrien.â
âShut up plagg, I need to confess to her some way or another.â
Adrien Agreste is sprawled out on his bed and he just finished writing a birthday card for you. Yes, it was quite cheesy but he decided that today was going to be the day he confesses his feelings towards you. Heâs had his eye on you ever since your first day of school and youâve both gotten closer to each other, flirting constantly but never making a move. Needless to say, he was head over heels for you and was too much of a pussy to ever admit it. But tonight was the night.
You invited him over to your house for your birthday party along with your other classmates and he didnât even think twice to agree â especially since his dad is at a fashion expo in Spain. All he wanted was for you to have the best birthday party you could possibly have. You really meant a lot to him.
 his thoughts disappear when all of a sudden his phone beeps.
 âY/NâS PARTY WILL BE HELD AT MY PLACE SO WE CAN SURPRISE HER, DONâT MENTION ANYTHING TO HER. 7PM ! DONâT BE LATE! ~Marinetteâ
  âSorry, canât come tonight.â You frowned as you stared at your phone, seeing a text from Marinette. You and her werenât really that close to be honest but you still wished for her to come and have a good time. You sighed and plopped down on your bed. Itâs your sweet 16th and you wanted it to be perfect. You hoped that enough people would show up. It was your first birthday here in Paris and although you havenât been here for a while, you thought that you already made close connections with your classmates, especially a certain blond.
All you wanted was for him to show up mostly, maybe tonight you could make a move. Maybe tonight you could possibly hold his hand, maybe dance with him, maybe give him a kiss on his soft cheek or a small peck on the lips-
Your face heated up at that thought and a grin appeared on your face. You hugged your pillow and quietly squealed. Tonight was the night and nothing could possibly ruin it.
Or so you hoped.
 Everywhere was decorated with fairy lights, balloons and glitter. Music was already playing and there were drinks and snacks for everyone to enjoy. You were wearing the outfit youâve been planning for ages and you were sitting down, leg bouncing as you wait for people to arrive.
Did you get the time incorrect? you did mention to everyone that youâre meeting up at 7pm. It was 7:15.
Maybe they were running late? But how could it be that all of them were running late?
You furrow your eyebrows and grab your phone. You go on Instagram to see if anyone posted anything about their whereabouts.
Kim was live.
You click on it and see him walking through a crowd of people.
âMarinette, this party is amazing!â you hear him shout.
âThanks Kim.â You hear her say.
Your jaw drops Anger starts bubbling inside of you.
Kim turns the phone up and shows Nino on the dj stand. He waves to the camera.
âAdrien! say hi to my live.â Adrien appears next to Kim. He was caught off guard. He smiles sheepishly and waves at the camera awkwardly.
Your phone drops out of your grasp and tears start rolling down your cheeks furiously.
 Adrien was looking everywhere for you. it was already 8pm and he was wondering when youâd show up. He held your gift and note close to his chest, he wanted to personally give them to you.
âH-hey Adrien..â The voice of Marinette makes him turn around to face her.
âMarinette! Whereâs the birthday girl?â He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.
Marinette stares at him for a moment and nervously chuckles. âoh- well- she uh- she canât make it!â He shrugs and laughs again. âdid you get something to drink? We have pomegranate juice, peach lemonade, spr-â
âwhat do you mean she canât make it? Why the hell is the party still going?â Adrien questions, looking around in disbelief.
âAdrien i-â
âMarinette, your plan is totally working, canât believe everyone fell for- â Alya stops speaking when she notices that Adrien is in front of her and purses her lips.
Adrien stares at Marinette for a moment, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head. âOn her own birthday? Marinette, this is so not like you.â He was disgusted by her actions.
âAdrien wait!â She calls out. âI can explain.â
âI donât know why you did this, or what the hell is wrong with you but this was really low. Iâm out of here.â He glares at her before walking away from her.
 You were out of control. You cried, you screamed, you threw everything you saw in front of your eyes until you fell on your knees, sobbing.
You couldnât believe Marinette would do this, you couldnât believe everyone would do this to you, especially Adrien.
You thought youâve grown close to the people in your class but you were wrong. They didnât show up to your birthday party, they lied to you. Your heart was broken.
You held your knees close to your chest as the music lowly played behind you. It was mostly drawn out by your sobs and sniffles.
You hear footsteps approaching you and you look up, with red puffy eyes and see a familiar blond through your blurry vision.
It was Adrien. You look away and sob even harder at the thought of him seeing you like this, with everything destroyed around you. Why did he come here? Did he want to taunt you further?
He kneels down next to you and rubs your shoulder, moving you to his chest and causing you to nuzzle your face there.
âI hate this. I hate today, I hate Marinette.â You mumble. Maybe hate was a strong word, but you didnât care at that moment.
You look up at him. âWhy did you come here Adrien? Do you want to make me feel even more embarrassed than I already am?â You croak out.
He shakes his head. âPlease, I swear to you Marinette told me that your birthday party was moved to her place, she told everyone that.â He sighs and shows you his phone so you could see the message Marinette sent him.
âFucking bitch!â You exclaim and hide your face in your hands again.
âHey, hey. I got here as soon as I found out she was lying. All I wanted was to celebrate your birthday and make you happyâ He says quietly. Â âIâm so fucking sorry that this happened.â He says and rests his head against yours in a comforting manner.
You look up at him and wipe your eyes, sniffling. âWell, thereâs nothing I can do now. Itâs ruined.â You mumble and sigh. âI thought Marinette was my friend you know?â You mutter.
âI know.â Adrien nods and looks down. He stares at the card in his hand and bites his lip, his heart racing at the thought of giving this to you. Â âMaybe this will make you feel better.â He says, a small smile twitching on his lips as he hands you the envelope.
You widen your eyes and look up at him as if hesitant to open it. You open it though and you begin to read it.
Ever since the first time I saw you, you absolutely took my breath away. Ever since the day I first saw you, I thought to myself that I have to get to know you better. I did. And that may have been one of the best decisions of my life. You have a beautiful mind, a beautiful soul and a beautiful heart. To be honest, I think I keep falling for you every day. Happy birthday Ma belle, i hope you have the best one yet.
Love, Adrien.
Tears start rolling down your cheeks again, but this time it was because of his sweet words. Your heart finally felt whole.
You look up at him with glistening eyes and give him a wobbly smile.
He smiles sheepishly at you. âWill you go on a date with me?â He asks.
You didnât even answer, you just leaned in and placed your lips on his.
It was small, but you felt fireworks burst inside of you.
You pull away and watch him flutter his eyes at you, his cheeks glowing red.
âDoes that answer your question?â You ask.
He chuckles and kisses you again.
Maybe your birthday wasnât so bad after all.
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Dedicated Interest - pt 1
Costume Innovation
The moment when a Class 1A member became interested in you would be days into the second year of school when you actually approached them after the second year lunch. With your notepad in hand and confidence spurred on from Power Loader himself supporting the redesigns, you head towards your target: Momo Yaoyorozu.
Youâve seen her fightâyouâve seen all of the future heroes fight. Support Class students are encouraged to watch Hero Course students in order to gain inspiration. Over the winter break, something in you had the urge to fix many of the hero studentsâ costumesâparticularly the ones in Class 1A. They seemed to need your help the most.
The cafeteria is massive. But the tall girl isnât hard to spot. With her long, black hair and confident, but charming voice, youâre able to locate her pretty easily. Getting her away from the girls sheâs walked in with is the hard part.
But you donât stop. In fact, you just go for it. Itâs now or never, afterall.
âYaoyorozu,â you ask, âcan I talk to you for a minute?â
âOh yeah, sure!â She replies, âdonât wait up for me guys. Iâll be there shortly!â
You lead her out into the hallway. The noise of the cafeteria can still be heard, but itâs muted enough so you two can clearly hear each other.
âHave we met before..?â
âNot formally,â you reply, âIâm one of the Support Class students, L/N Y/N. I was watching a bunch of the students compete and I was inspired to do costume redesigns.â
You pass her the notepad. A barebones sketch of her is underneath a more detailed drawing of your suggested hero outfit. With inspiration from both her summer and winter costume, it gives more strategic thought to her hero costume than there was before. There is an open back with an easily detachable front that can optionally be worn with a cloak. Elbow pads and knee pads provide joint protection, as well as shoes thatâll support her instead of the heeled boots sheâd been fighting in. The cutouts are strategically placed, with spots on her thighs, lower legs, back and stomach. There still is an element of modesty, as her breasts arenât halfway out all the time anymore and itâs all in her original color scheme.
âThis isâŚâ She pauses. You canât tell whatâs on her mind.
âSorry if I overstepped my boundaries, I promise not to bother you anymore!â
âThis is ingenious!â Momo replies, âTell me, when do you think you could have this made?â
âOh umm⌠I would have to get you measurements and source the materials, but that shouldn't take too long. A week, maybe two tops? Nothing newâs being innovated, itâs just a matter of taking it from my notes to an actual thingâŚâ
âSounds great.â She takes the pencil you keep clipped on your notepad and writes down her number, âI need to get to lunch but Iâm free this afternoon for measurements. Text me!â
âI will!â You take the notebook, clutching it against your chest. Yaoyorozu was the right person to start with.
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You immediately added Yaoyorozuâs number after lunch and now youâre getting a ping from it.
Yaoyorozu: Hey, Iâm free anytime from 4:30-6:30pm. What time works best for you?
You look at your clock now. 4:30âs coming up soon. A number of your classmates are still in the 2-H Workshop, but it isnât so busy that you wouldnât bring in another personâthatâs only when Hatsumeâs working, as sheâs a safety hazard in and of herself.
Y/N: Nowâs fine! Iâm in the 2-H workshop. Itâs in the east wing.
The chatter of machinery and the lyrics to some pop song trail along in the background. Youâve mostly tuned it out, so Yaoyorozu has to tap on your shoulder to get your attention.
âY/N?â Her calling you by your first name gets you out of your daze and you reply, âOh, hi Yaoyorozu!â
You turn to face her. A bit of heat heads to your face as you see Yaoyorozuâs skin tight outfit. She certainly isnât uncomfortable in her skin.
âYou like my outfit? Itâs designerâpart of Mount Ladyâs recently dropped workout line.â She replies, âI thought Iâd wear something closer to my skin in order to get proper measurements done.â
âOh yeah. Thatâs smart. Let me grab my tailorâs tape and a sticky note!â You rummage through your school bag for spare supplies, pulling it out and pushing your classwork aside, âHere it is! Now weâll start from the top down, getting all of the measurements and then you can be on your way.â
âSounds perfect.â Momo stands straight, arms and legs shoulder width apart. Sheâs obviously done this before.
As you hum along to the music, Momo watches you. You donât notice, but she stares at you, dedicating every little detail to memory. Something in her wants to replicate everything you have for herself. Though, as you stand up and put your tape measurer down, she coughs and clears her mind of itâs racing thoughts.
âSo⌠what were you working on?â
âSchoolwork, nothing much.â You admit, âJust some back to school safety briefingsâas if most of us didnât come in during the winter to continue our projects. You probably donât want to hear about it.â
Momo proves you wrong, âWhat other projects do you have going on?â
âOh uh⌠well, Power Loaderâs gave us a robotics project to work on and Iâve been specializing in costumes so Iâve been trying to create a list of heroes and hero students to make improved costumes on. Youâre the first Iâve actually been able to do hands-on work for though⌠Thatâs for this, by the way!â
âHow could I refuse?â Momo asks, âYour improvements and overall design is better than what I couldâve come up with on my own.â
âI guessâŚâ
âMay I ask,â Momo says, âHow did you come up with this design?â
âMostly by watching your trainings, as well as current pro hero costume trends.â You repsponds, âMost female pro heroes have their legs exposed in some capacity, but donât have any sort of knee protectionâwhich I think is stupid. And if we do knee protection, we need elbow protection. And Iâd advocate for more coverage in order to have protective plating underneath the suit, but since you need your skin out, I had to limit it to specific areas. And the cloak came really handy for that! Plus I could have it cover your back in order to let you conceal items you create and have you⌠Iâm rambling, arenât I?â
âNo, no! Itâs fine.â Momo replies, âI find this fascinating. Please continue!â
âWell⌠Iâve noticed that in a pinch that youâll lose your top and then have to make yourself new clothes. But since your shirt is magnetic and can be put back together, you can save⌠materials as well as use that space for other things.â You continue with a laugh at yourself, âI donât really understand how your quirk works, but I hope this costume will workâŚâ
âI convert fat lipids into other atoms and release them from my skin.â Momo explains, âbut I think your idea will work.â
âLetâs see.â You reply, âWell, I think thatâs all I need from you. Thanks for sticking around and listening to my rambling, Yaoyorozu.â
âCall me Yaomomo. My friends do, anyway.â She tells you, âText me anytime!â
âOh uh, cool.â You tell her, âI will.â
She eventually leaves you to your devices, but you donât leave her thoughts. In fact, you are steadily taking up a large portion of her thoughts as she contacts her house staff to start construction on a wing in the manor to give you the biggest, best laboratory possible.
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Y/N moved to Daegu to start over after the death of her mother. Unfortunately, a randomly observed murder thwarted her plans. Kidnapped by the mafia, she also reunites with her old high school friend, Min Yoongi. But shortly after their union, he has to fight with a new group of unknown assassins who will soon make his life hell....
Black Swans Heart Pt. 3
Yoongi POV:
Flashback:
With a deep sigh I got out of the seat. My driver opened the door for me, I took my bag and got out. I wanted to get back in and drive home.
"Have fun at school Mr. Min", the driver bowed, got back in the car and drove away. School...more like torture...being tied to a chair for 6 hours and being bombarded with technical terms can probably be hardly fun.
Plus it wouldn't do me any good anyway. Because my future has already been decided. I, Min Yoongi, should be Black Swan's next mafia boss. I was only 20. I still wanted to enjoy my life now...but I couldn't...every day I had shot training, self-defense, torture methods and all the other things that a mafia boss needs to be able to do. And then school?! I didn't even have any fun here, and that was already my second year. I still had three years ahead of me.
Although there was one.
Her name was Y/N and she was in parallel class. We did a few subjects together and even did a presentation together. She was the only reason I somehow wanted to go to school. Slowly I made my way forward. A lot of other students walked past me but no one paid any attention to me.
'If they knew I could have them all killed...' I kept thinking that to myself.
With a bang I opened the front door. Small groups lined the hallways, but some were alone, like me. I made my way to my locker before a slight giggle stopped me. Turning, it said Y/N.
Again and again I had to admire her for how well her school uniform suited her. My gaze lingered on her face. In the two years we've known each other I've never seen her sad or crying. And today was no different.
"Tell me, didn't you even notice me? I've been following you since you walked through the door," she bucked my arm slightly.
,,Sorry, I was thinking...is there anything today? You're kind of glowing even more than usual," I smiled slightly when she looked at me.
"Nah, I'm just happy to see you," then she hugged me. Just like that. My pulse was racing. I was afraid she heard my heart beating as she pulled away from me.
"Come on, let's go, the first lesson is about to start and we still have our shoes on...", she happily hopped past me to her locker, which was very close to mine.
Y/N POY:
Lunch break:
I quickly said goodbye to my friends because I wanted to sit down with Yoongi again today and tell him something important. I went to the playground with my lunch. Yoongi was sitting on a bench at the edge of the basketball field. As always, he wore headphones.
I marched towards him, heart pounding, but gave no sign. At least I hoped so. When I sat down next to him, he opened his eyes and turned off the music.
"Hey, with me again today? How did I deserve this honor?" he grinned at me so sweetly that I felt my heart melt.
"I'm sorry I couldn't be with you on break all week. It's just...Kimmy just broke up with her boyfriend and of course we were all there for her," he helped himself to some of my snack as, as always, he didn't have any himself. He just gave a slight nod itself.
'Ok Y/N, now... tell him, come on.... dare... just say: Yoongi I've fallen in love with you.... that's easy!!!' I was so busy that I didn't hear Yoongi.
"Hey Y/N? Are you okay?" He gently held my forearm.
'OH GOD I'M GOING TO PASS OUT!'
"Yes-yes...all good. I was just thinking about which girl would suit you," I smiled awkwardly at him.
'WHY DID I SAAAAAAY THAT??!!!'
"Hmmmm...I think you're the only girl who wants anything to do with me. So I would say you" he looked at me thoughtfully.
Omg did he really just say that?
,,W-because we're talking about stuff like that........Yoon..Yoongi...I...I like you...a lot....maybe I love you too..... "I narrowed my eyes as the last sentence slipped from my lips.
Yoongi POV:
I was speechless...that's exactly what I always wanted. Then why can I move more and tell her I like her too.
But then it came: "Y/N...me...well I...I like you too....a lot...well actually since we did the project together last six months..."
I must have been red now, but at least she looked me in the eye again.
"Really?" Touched, she clutched her chest. After nodding, I hugged her again. But this time I hugged back. She smelled so good. The school bell rang and everyone headed back to class. But we stayed seated.
"I love you sooooo much," Y/N pulls away from me only to kiss my cheek afterwards. My body responded naturally as I leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth.
Her lips were so soft. They fitted mine like a key to a lock. When we pulled away from each other, we just looked into each other's eyes.
We didn't care that we were now missing class.
We just enjoyed each other's company.
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summary; You try to not let it get to you, but Jimin is so cool and you want him to be your boyfriend so bad. warnings; ANGST lol, fwb, reader is very :(( rating; mature (18+) bc tiny smut lol misc; small smut scene, a happy ending <3 wc; 2.5k
notes; i have to post on #JIMINâs bday or else i cannot live with myself anyway hereâs me trying to fit an entire novella plot line in less than 5k words clap for me except maybe don't bc its not proofread anyway hbd jimin <3
Jimin is a nice guy, but you doubt heâd make a nice boyfriend. He fucks you hard and fast, just as you like, but hardly goes out of his way to sprinkle in any other requests. Heâs got a one track mind, doesnât dwell too long on what you say or how youâre feeling. Doesnât matter because heâs just supposed to be a fuck buddy, the hot guy you met at a party, so you donât let it phase you. But, well. Jimin is dreamy.
Sometimes he holds your hand while he eats you out and it sends your thoughts into a frenzy, makes your heart pound a little too fast to brush it off as just arousal. Heâs got this gorgeous smile, plush lips framing pearly teeth, and when he flashes it your way, it makes your knees weak. Tells you youâre pretty when he picks you up from class, always holds your hand on the way to his place for your routine fuck. Cute and nice like an angel, but just like an angel, he hardly gives a shit about anyoneâs feelings but his own.
He laughs when you ask him to hang out that weekend.
âWhat, like a date?â he snorts, bare chest glistening from his post-fuck exertion. You're pressed against his side now, circling his pretty brown nipple with your finger. âThatâs corny.â
You try to not let it get to you, but Jimin is so cool and you want him to be your boyfriend so bad. âYeah, silly right,â you murmur, ear pressed to his heart. Itâs calming and soothing, a slow thrum that contrasts with your own racing heart.
Heâs not one for dates or for romantic things like that. But neither is he some player, a cheater, a two-timer. You can count the number of times heâs slept with someone who wasnât you in your weird fuck buddy relationship, and all four of those had been when you first started sleeping together and only when you had been out of town. Youâre no saint either, so you try to understand. He was just horny, liked getting his dick wet, and sometimes he couldnât wait for you. Understandable, you tell yourself, but your heart hurts a little bit when he begins snoring without really answering your question.
See the thing is, you really like Jimin. Itâs been a little over a year now since youâve met, so youâve had plenty of time to learn all about him. He doesnât like pancakes for breakfast, prefers them for lunch actually, and laughs when you tell him thatâs weird. Heâs got this really dorky laugh, something between a bell and a whistleâ it depends on the situation. Sometimes, Jimin likes when you play with his hair, and other times he doesnât. Heâs a sweet boy, you know he is, so why wonât he settle down?
You hate to attribute it to some past trauma, some âmy girlfriend broke my heart when I was seventeenâ mess, but the more time that passes you begin to believe itâs true. Jimin was a tough nut to crack, and the longer this drags on, the longer he ignores your feelings, you begin to doubt you will ever see them fulfilled.
Maybe you should end this now before itâs too late.
You donât stay for breakfast the next morning, simply kiss him goodbye at the door like always. Heâs older than you, about two years, so he doesnât go to school anymore, just chills at home all weekend. âIâll see you soon?â he grins, low-lidded eyes tracking the movement of your mouth as you bid him adieu. You never give him a solid response, figure a guy like Jimin will forget about you soon enough.
Then, suddenly, itâs been two weeks and he doesnât reach out. Yeah it hurts, but itâs better than having confessed to him and losing him all at once. Youâd rather this ending than the one where he terribly rejects you, breaks your heart into a million pieces, and throws you away. Still, it hurts.
Jimin was so cool. He was smart and confident, had a snappy sort of attitude that he liked to use now and then. He could be mean in bed, lick your cunt until you cried and call you a stupid girl when he wanted to. But that same tongue had snapped at a guy who was trying to pressure you into bed with him at a party. That first night you met, where you had sillily followed him home after his dashing intervention, you had thought it would be nothing more. Just a fling, just a fuck.
But then he was in your bed and in your head, twinkling eyes and cocky grin trailing after you everyday. He was so pretty and so suave, made you feel good even when he was being mean. But you suppose most cocky men like Jimin are like that. They know they donât disappoint, even when theyâre not really trying.
Jimin doesnât call or text. You donât see his car pull up outside your campus anymore. Heâs gone and thatâs that. You cry a little (see: a lot) and pretend youâre over him. You definitely donât think about his soft laughter or his hands on your chest. Nope.
So that ends.
Or so you think.
Your friends say youâre mopey and sad, too down for someone who wasnât even your boyfriend. Itâs true, which sucks, but they honor your admittance by taking you out to a bar that night. Itâs supposed to be chill and relaxing, just some drinks with the girls to soothe your aching heart. But the name of the bar reminds you of something, of someone you canât reach anymore, and you donât even know why. Youâve never been here before, never even knew this place existed. But everything about it brings you back to Jimin, like youâre in his space now, and youâre unsure why.
It reminds you of his laugh, his smile, to the point you swear you can hear it, right beside you, down the bar, to your leftâ
He waves.
Thereâs this look he used to give you every time he picked you up from your last class, this mix between adoration and lust that made your skin tingle with excitement. Itâs not there now, in fact, itâs replaced with the complete opposite. Itâs, like, the meanest look he can muster, something akin to a scowl. He smiles, but itâs so plastic-y and fake, it makes your head hurt. Heâs so obviously unimpressed with you, probably because you ghosted him before he could ghost you. Maybe his pride is hurt and looking at you grosses him out. Maybe he just hates you.
Either way, eleven pm rolls around and youâre crying in the bathroom. Your friends are out on the floor having fun and singing karaoke. They think youâve gone inside because you got your period, because thatâs what youâve told them. You donât know how to explain that your ex who isnât really your ex is out there looking at you like youâre a piece of gum stuck under his shoe. Theyâve never even met Jimin. Why? Because he wasnât your boyfriend. Who meets their friendâs fuck buddy? No one.
You sniffle, press a balled up tissue against your eyes in a feeble attempt to save your makeup. The bar isnât that small, but neither is it huge. Thereâs only a few bathrooms in the back, and youâve been hogging one of them for some time now. Someone knocks on the door, and you donât even get the chance to ward them off before the crappy knob jingles and the door bursts open.
âCome on,â he grumbles, âyouâre not the only one whoâs gotta pissââ
He pauses, meets your eye through the mirror in surprise. âIâm sorry,â you blubber, hurriedly washing your hands in an effort to avoid his gaze. Jimin lingers at the door, which has long since fallen shut, and watches you with the eyes of a hawk. Your hands tremble and shake, fumble over the towel dispenser three times before youâre hastily making your escape. âSorry,â you mutter again, head downcast as you move around him for the door.
Just as it cracks open, the music from outside filtering in, he slams it shut with a flat palm. You flinch, close in on yourself as he steps behind you. âWhatâre you doing here, doll?â he murmurs, deep yet careful. Tentative. âYou donât like bars.â
You know you donât like bars. You didnât know he knew that. âIâm with some friends,â you explain, jump when a hand touches your shoulder. âIâ Iâll leave soon.â
A second attempt for the door is thwarted by Jimin. âDonât,â he startles, breath heavy against your ear. âDonât leave againâŚâ he sighs, forehead against your shoulder. And then, quietly, âwhy did you leave me?â
Your heart syncs up with the music outside, thunders in your ears as you purse your lips. You donât want to talk about it now, donât want to confess to these emotions that drown you. Especially not when heâll never understand nor will he ever care. Itâs best to leave it as is, you convince yourself, slowly shrugging him off.
âWe donât want the same things,â you reply, eyes burning with the need to cry like a baby. But itâll weaken your argument, make you look like the sentimental girl you know he wonât like. âIt wouldnât work anyway.â
The hand on your shoulder jerks you around, makes a gasp catch in your throat when he crowds you against the door. Heâs got that same glare on from before, the one he had sent you across the bar earlier, and it makes your lower lip tremble when itâs this close. âYou never asked me what I wanted,â he hisses.
It is then that you realize it isn't anger or disgust, but frustration that paints his features. Itâs pure, unadulterated confusion and distress on his pretty face, furrowed brows and narrowed eyes pointed your way. You donât know what it means, donât know what he wants. âI,â you choke, weakly covering your face with your hand before he can see you crumble. âI just wanted you.â
Jimin deflates, steps closer until his body is pressed against yours, hands on your shoulders. âAnd you have me, doll,â he murmurs, bumps his nose against yours. âAlways have.â
You shake your head, choke on a sob that bubbles up your throat. âNo, not like that,â you stress, losing yourself in the emotions you spent so much time bottling up. âI wanted more.â
Jimin shushes you, guides your head into the crook of his neck where you paint his skin in dark mascara tears. âIs this about the date?â he sighs, patting your head gently.
âItâs more than just the date,â you cry, fists curling into the material of his shirt until it rumples beyond repair. He doesnât understand.
Jimin nods, letâs you cry and sob until youâre feeling better and someone else is pounding at the door, yelling at you two to get a proper room. You donât want a room, you only want his heart.Â
He takes you home again, helps you out of your shoes at the door because youâre still sensitive and quiver like a leaf when you walk. His bedroom is familiar, smells like him and his detergent. You miss it so much, want to savor it once more. Something in your gut says this is the last time, this is just Jimin getting one last fuck out of you before he really abandons you.
So you cry when he sits down on the edge of the bed. He hasnât even said anything, hasnât even taken his socks off yet, but youâre already a mess.
And of course heâs there to catch you, tugs you between his legs to look up at you as if youâve hung the stars in the sky. âDonât cry,â he whispers, reaching up to brush away your tears. But itâs not your fault that he looks like that right before heâs going to break your heart.
Heâs so cool, even when youâre falling apart in his hands. âYou donât want me,â you sniffle, let him guide you onto his lap. âYou just want to fuck and thatâs it.â
Jimin leans his forehead against yours, warm breath washing over your skin. âI never said that,â he murmurs. âWeâve been over this.â
You huff. âWell you never said you did either,â you snap, rubbing at your eyes.
You cry and cry some more, until your sobs subside and youâre left with the hiccups afterwards. Jimin maneuvers you beside him, lets your hair spill across the sheets as he lays you down. They smell just like him, make your head spin when he kisses your cheek softly. âI want you,â he confesses. âI want this.â
You shake your head vehemently. âNo, you donât,â you sniff, but youâre not so sure. Itâs what youâve been telling yourself for the longest. Hearing him say otherwise sounds weird, even if heâs saying what you want to hear. âYou donât.â
Jimin catches your hand in his, pins it to the mattress. âI want you to be mine,â he adds, swallows your cries of denial with his lips. He kisses softly, and for the first time, it feels like heâs paying attention to you. Not your body or your lust, but your heart. âHad me feeling like shit when you didnât come back. Like I lost something big.â
You still cry when he kisses down your neck, over your chest. His hands pull your clothes off, carefully like youâre a present for him to unwrap. Those plush lips you love so much drown you in kisses, over your tummy and your mound, until theyâre buried between your cunt. âYouâre mine,â he husks out, hand entwined with yours.
His eyes are dark from down there, long lashes blinking up at you as he dips his tongue in the places you crave him most. It brings you to a shuddering end, has you whimpering his name into the empty air until your toes are curling and youâre coming against his mouth. Jimin has never shied away from you, and doesnât know, sits up with a hazy look in his eyes as he wipes his face with the back of his hand.
Jimin wastes no time undressing, pushes off that sexy jacket until his lithe body is coming into view, thick thighs and lean abdomen. He slides right into you, holds your knees to your chest as he fucks you like never before. Itâs slow and sensual, makes you shiver when he says your name in that low register of his. âDonât leave again,â he whimpers, cock throbbing between your walls. Heâs desperate today, ruts like youâll slip right between his fingertips. Itâs funny because you're the same way, clinging onto his shoulders until youâre practically glued together.
You come and so does Jimin. He pants against your ear, feels so warm and heavy on top of you. He doesnât say much more that night, just plays with your hair. But he asks you on a date, mentions something about a carnival. âYes,â you respond right away, because, well.
Jimin was dreamy. Maybe heâd be a good boyfriend.
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Taking Flight [KNJ Oneshot]
âł summary: More than a decade after the alien invasion that wiped out most of the planet, you and Namjoon are both in the Pilot Cadet Corps, training for if the alien attackers ever come back. What begins as a playful rivalry between two overachievers develops into a deep friendship and emotional bond, but when the aliens suddenly return and you and Namjoon are separated, you find out just what youâre willing to do to get back to him.
âł pairing: pilot!Namjoon x pilot!reader
Ⳡgenre: smut, sci fi au, post apocalypse au, alien invasion au, rivals to friends to lovers
âł word count: 15.2k
Ⳡread on ao3, link to my masterlist
âł tags:Â smut, reunion sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, emotional loving sex, soft dom namjoon, dirty talk (no degradation), rivals to friends to lovers, sexually charged fight/sparring scene when theyâre rivals, previously seemingly unrequited love/mutual pining, shower sex, multiple positions, namjoon is needy and so in love
âł warnings:Â unnamed character death/death mention, blood mention, injury mention/vague description
âł a/n:Â I know this is kind of a niche genre for smut fics; I primarily wrote this for myself, and I definitely had fun and like what I came up with! Whatâs the point of fanfiction anyway, if not to have fun? Also, this takes place over a few years, and I tried to portray how Namjoon was feral and angry when he was younger but is now a loving gentle giant. Enjoy!
I.
Everybody lost someone in the attacks that killed most of the planet. Friends. Family. Partners. You had lost everything and everyone, like most people whoâd lived in the cities that no longer had names â what once had been centers of commerce, tourism, and civilization were now nothing more than craters, and with so few left who remembered them, what theyâd once been were now lost to time.
You'd only survived by chance, really. You and your family had been in a tunnel leaving the city, on foot like everyone else, and when everything had turned to chaos, youâd gotten lost from your parents and sister. You still remembered the way people screamed and ran through the tunnel, their voices echoing harshly off the cement walls. Youâd spotted someone hiding off to the side in a utility room in the tunnel, and when the blast hit the city center, that person had made you hide in the room too, their body shielding yours from the hellfire, melting around you.
You were five years old then. You were pretty sure your sister had been eight. You couldnât remember what your parents or sister looked like, or your house, or where youâd gone to school, other than vague flashes and shapes of people whoâd once been your whole world. All youâd had with you were the clothes on your back, and even those had been taken away once youâd gotten somewhere safe and been given something clean to change into.
After the ships fell and surviving aliens left, it had taken years to clear the rubble and start over. The attacks that changed and destroyed everything had also been a gift, or so they now preached, in which humanity was able to grow, learn, and become united. The religions and cults who now worshiped the alien attackers believed humanity had deserved extermination, but you liked the more academic approach to the alien raceâs lessons: the technology humans had been able to reverse engineer from their fallen ships.
One of the many ways humanity had advanced in the last few years was flight technology. Planes were faster, turned sharper, could go farther, burned cleaner energy. The one thing everyone seemed to agree on was how important Earthâs planes had been in beating them, so that was where all the technology and progress was focused now.
You loved planes and flying, you always had, but the real reason you wanted to be a pilot, you held much closer to your chest: your entire life, you always felt like the attacks when you were young were just the beginning. Like an unhealthy obsession or open wound, it was all you could think about sometimes, what drove your every decision, what led you to the Pilot Cadet Corps. You wanted to be part of the team that took them down if they ever came back. You wanted to be ready.
You were eighteen when youâd joined the Corps. Youâd jumped on that opportunity the first moment you were able, without so much as a second glance back at what you left behind. Youâd been adopted fairly soon after the attacks, but your adopted parents never felt much like family.
The first full year of Corps was bootcamp. Bunk rooms were co-ed, and every moment of your lives was dictated down to the second. You woke up at six in the morning and ran laps around the track. You had as much free time as you earned between whenever you finished your laps and when breakfast started at seven: the faster you ran, the more free time you got.
Eight to noon was physical training. After lunch was different depending on the day: three days a week you had mental training for whatever field you were going into, mostly flight simulation for the pilots. Another day was more combat training, and the last was an alternate, for first aid, written tests, marksmanship, and other courses along those lines. After that you had more physical training, like sparring and hand-to-hand combat, then dinner, then free time. Lights out was strictly at ten-thirty every night, and then youâd start it all over again the next day.
Now, you stood in line with the other cadets training to be pilots, waiting to hear your class ranks. Every month, they would announce a ranking of all cadets, a score averaged in test results, simulator scores, and overall performance. The better you ranked, the better your placement once you graduated.
âThird place, Park. Eighty-nine point nine,â the sergeant read off, making a small boy a few rows away from you puff up his chest in pride. You werenât sure why anyone would feel proud of not getting an A, but you pushed that thought away.
You swallowed hard, holding your breath. There were only two spots left, and if youâd scored higher than Park, that meant you got an A and were either in second or first place out of the whole class. You didnât know everyoneâs names yet, so you werenât sure who you were competing with.
âSecond place, Y/L/N. Ninety-five point two.â
You heard the impressed murmur of others in the class before all of them were silenced by a firm look from the sergeant. Your heart sank, your hands curling into tight fists. Second place? Youâd been so sure before now that you were working harder than all the other cadets. You were smarter than them, faster, more focused. Who the fuck had beaten you?
âFirst place, Kim. Ninety-five point three.â
Your brow furrowed. You werenât sure who this Kim was, but you set your jaw, becoming determined to learn everything about them so you could beat them. Whatever their weaknesses were, youâd find them and exploit them.
You snuck a glance around you, trying to figure out who Kim was, and nearly jumped out of your skin when the tall boy next to you made eye contact with you, raising one eyebrow in the most smug, cocky, asshole-ish look youâd ever seen. That one singular eyebrow quirk, the corner of his lip curling up barely noticeably, all of it made you want to seethe and strangle him.
Youâd noticed this man before, but had never thought much of him. He was taller than all the other men, but he hadnât come off as particularly smart or extraordinary. This guy was the one whoâd beaten you?
Now that you looked at him, you noticed he was definitely very muscular. Had he beaten your score through his strength? You could work harder at weight lifting and beat him. Were his test scores perfect? You could make yourself study even more.
Whatever it was that made him first place, youâd find out and beat him.
II.
In the following weeks, you began to wonder how youâd ever missed Kim Namjoon.
You and Namjoon both worked harder than everyone else. You both trained longer, started earlier in the morning and kept going until you were the last ones left. You both pushed yourselves harder than all of your other classmates, academically and physically. Before he was placed first in the class, you hadnât even noticed him, but now he was the bane of your existence, and you existed only to beat him and come out on top.
You were faster and more agile, but Namjoon was by far stronger. You almost wanted to dispute the scoring system; what use was strength for a pilot? You werenât soldiers. He needed fast reflexes and precision, not fighting skills or the ability to deadlift two hundred pounds. Was he planning on picking up planes and throwing them at the alien ships? It was so stupid.
The second month of bootcamp, you were the top of the class, and Namjoon was second place now. You smiled smugly to yourself and kept your eyes focused forward, staying perfectly at attention like the other cadets, but you could feel his eyes on you and almost sense his focused anger, that same emotion youâd felt when heâd first beaten you.
After the ranking announcements, you went to combat training in the gym, but your instructor called out both your name and Namjoonâs before you could even get started.
âI want the two of you to spar,â the instructor said as the two of you ran up. âNo rules, just fighting. You can use boxing, wrestling, martial arts, whatever you want â just donât kill each other.â
You narrowed your eyes at Namjoon, almost expecting him to refuse to fight you, for being a girl. Besides occasional glares, the two of you had never so much as said a word to each other, but you figured smug alpha male assholes were all the same.
But instead, Namjoon smiled and said, âAll right.â He almost seemed eager to get in the ring and teach you a lesson.
Now, you eyed him from across the ring, how he was watching you with a smug little smirk as he wrapped his knuckles.
âTo win, pin the other personâs back to the mat for five full seconds,â your instructor said carefully. âTheir back has to fully touch the ground, not just shoulders. They donât have to be conscious to be pinned.â
You and Namjoon made eye contact at that.
âWhoever wins doesnât have to run laps next week. Loser runs double laps before eating. You both ready?â
You and Namjoon ended up drawing a crowd of spectators.
The moment the instructor said start, you ran, jumped, and wrapped your legs around his head, twisting and throwing him to the ground so that he was on his back and you stood over his head, smirking down at his stupid surprised face.
Heâd hit the mat hard, the breath completely knocked out of him. A few people in the crowd murmured quietly to themselves and quietly asked each other if the fight was already over. You let out a shaky breath, letting yourself feel proud for a split second as you glanced at the spectators, but before you could register what was happening, Namjoon grabbed you by both your legs, making you twist and fall hard on your back, too.
You tried to crawl away from him, but he just pulled you under him by your legs, climbing on top of you and trying to hold you down with his hands. You arched your back as high as you could, touching the mat only with your shoulders and ass as Namjoon fought to grab your wrists. He was on top of you, straddling your abdomen and trying to keep you down without actually touching your chest, and you watched him bite his lip and heard him growl as he focused on not getting hit while you thrashed beneath him.
You brought your leg up and kneed his kidney as hard as you could, making him groan before moving back to pin your legs down too. You could now easily keep your back fully off the mat, but he was straddling you much lower now, bending over you and still trying to grab your arms. This close, you could smell him, his sweat and masculine scent mixed with the cheap soap you all were given, and you had to push aside the fact you kind of liked the way he smelled.
You were panting hard, your chest rising and falling rapidly with each deep breath. You watched Namjoon as he glanced down at your breasts, before his eyes snapped back up at your face, his eyes wide as if he were surprised heâd let himself look.
âHaving fun?â you teased, smirking up at him.
âTons,â he growled, finally catching one of your hands and pinning it down by your wrist.
You hooked your leg up as far as you could, wrapping it around him and using his close proximity to your advantage. This seemed to catch Namjoon very off guard, and you felt more than heard him make a noise in surprise as you essentially embraced him, not giving him any space to move or do anything as you pulled your hand free and wrapped all your limbs around him, hanging off of him like a leach.
Namjoon sat back on his knees, and you held onto him, your legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders, waiting for your moment to use his weight against him and throw him on his back. He was squirming and wearing himself out, while you just squeezed him, hard enough you heard something in him crack.
âWhat are you doing?â he grumbled, trying to pry you off of him. Before you could answer, he grabbed you by your hair and jerked your head backwards, making you gasp and cry out. He started to force you off by getting his hands between your bodies, but you surprised him, grabbing his throat with both hands and squeezing.
Namjoon forcefully brought his hands down on your arms, bending them so that you let go of his neck, and now you were much closer to his face, nearly nose to nose as he still sat there on his knees with you hanging off of him. He held your wrists with both hands now as you tried to struggle free from him, and when you realized you couldnât, you twisted one wrist, bringing his hand up to your mouth and biting down as hard as you could on the meat of his thumb.
He yelped and let go of you, but before you could use the moment to your advantage, he grabbed you and pushed you off of him, throwing you down away from him while he scrambled back and looked at his hand.
Your body bounced as you hit the mat, rolling a few times until you slammed against the edge of the ring. Namjoon was back on you before you could react, and you felt him behind you, trying to roll you over so he could pin you down on your back again. You brought your head back hard and connected with his nose, making him jump back again.
When you looked back at him, Namjoon was standing across the ring, holding his nose and glaring at you as you jumped to your feet too.
You circled each other for a moment, both closely watching the otherâs every move like prey.
His nose was bleeding heavily, both of you out of breath and covered in sweat. Â You were pretty sure you had a bruised rib from him throwing you, your lungs burning from exertion from the fight. Everyone whoâd been in the gym was now watching, none of them speaking as the two of you circled each other.
You ran at each other at the same time, Namjoon throwing a swing that you easily ducked. While his momentum was off, you punched him hard in the stomach, making him bend over in pain.
He was being sloppy, maybe distracted from his pain and anger, or maybe he was just more of a big clumsy oaf who relied on strength alone than youâd thought. You knew he was smart based on his test scores, but none of that appeared to translate to agility or finesse. He was fighting clumsy and angry, but you only felt more focused now, catching yourself smiling as you almost enjoyed yourself.
When you tried to strike him again, moving to hit your elbow between his shoulders while he was bent over, he turned and reached up, grabbing your neck with both hands. You broke his hold easily, and used that moment to bring your hand up and smack his injured nose.
Namjoon groaned in pain, holding his nose again. You grabbed his free hand, twisting it until he turned around and fell to his knees, yelling in pain, his arm bent painfully behind his back. You now stood behind him, Namjoon unable to move unless he wanted you to break or dislocate his arm, you on your feet with him on his knees.
âDo you forfeit?â you said, pulling his arm up another inch and making him hiss in pain. You could see how much he was sweating and panting, and ignored the way it sent a shiver of lust through you.
âYou play dirty,â he seethed. Just standing close to him, you could feel the way heat radiated off of him. Youâd noticed before that he was a sweaty guy, but now he was shining with it.
âI seem to remember being told that there were no rules for this fight,â you said, smiling proudly to yourself as you held the large man in place with one hand.
Instead of responding, Namjoon threw himself backwards into you, knocking you off your feet. You were on your back now and he was on his back on top of you, pinning you there. He had to have at least pulled his arm out of socket doing that move, and his body tensed from the pain, but he didnât stop.
Namjoon pushed down with his shoulders as hard as he could, arching his back and standing up on his feet, bending his legs to put even more weight on just his shoulders to trap you there under him. You were crushed by him, barely able to breathe, let alone keep yourself fully off the mat.
He was so big and heavy, his shoulders wide enough to pin your arms down. You did the only thing you could think to do in the moment, what you hoped would give you an advantage again. You leaned in and bit down where his shoulder met his neck, the same side his arm was dislocated, and you bit down hard.
Namjoon yelped in surprise and pain, and you wrapped your arms around him in a chokehold so that when he tried to roll away, you went with him. He twisted in your arms until he was on top of you, facing you again, and this time you brought your knee up hard between his legs, his eyes closing as he groaned in agony.
You easily pushed him off and got on top of him, straddling his chest and pinning him down. Your knees pressed your full weight down on his biceps, including his injured arm, which made him groan in pain with every harsh exhale. He arched his back and tried to push you off of him, but he could barely move or reach you, his arms both pinned outward.
âTired of getting your ass kicked yet?â you goaded, raising an eyebrow when Namjoon glared up at you. âHow were you ever the top of our class? This is a little too easy.â
âFuck you,â he growled, seething hard, blood all over his mouth and chin from his broken nose. His back still wasnât technically on the ground though, so you needed to think of a way to make him stay down.
You were straddling his chest, so you moved your hips forward suddenly before throwing your whole body back, slamming yourself down hard and completely knocking the wind out of him. You simultaneously knocked him down so that his back was against the mat, and purposefully hit the back of your head against his crotch, which had to still be hurting from when youâd just kneed him a minute ago, so that he wouldnât have the strength to get himself back up for a few seconds. You heard what you thought was a crack, which you really hoped wasnât his crotch, before you heard and felt him groaning in pain.
The instructor counted out, and you won. You immediately jumped off of him and looked down at the damage.
Blood covered Namjoonâs chin, mouth, and neck, all from his nose wound, which youâd smacked more than once. He was bleeding from the bite on his neck, and his shoulder did not look right, pulled painfully out of socket and potentially broken. He rolled onto his side away from you and moaned, the hand of his arm that wasnât dislocated over his crotch as he curled up in a ball on the ground.
âYou all right?â you asked cautiously, stepping out of the way as the instructor rushed in to help him. Namjoon held up his middle finger to you, closing his eyes as he tried to breathe steadily.
You snorted in amusement and went off to the locker room to shower.
That night, Namjoon limped into dinner.
You were sitting by yourself at a table near the back, reading a book written by a pilot from before the attacks. Namjoon sat down across from you, as if sitting together was something the two of you normally did.
His nose was badly bruised and taped up, definitely broken. Judging by the limp heâd come in with, youâd messed up something below deck. His arm seemed to have been popped back in socket, but you could see the bruising spreading over his collarbone under his t-shirt, and his arm was in a sling. He had bite marks on his neck and hand, and the one on his neck had needed stitches.
You tried not to smile to yourself.
âY/L/N?â he asked, like he wasnât sure of your name, like you two werenât rivals constantly competing and you hadnât kicked his ass a few hours ago.
âKim,â you said, returning the formality.
He didnât say anything for a moment, so you went back to eating, trying not to look over at him. He rested his non-injured hand on his stomach, and you wondered if youâd broken one of his ribs or if he was just hungry.
âYou planning on eating?â you asked him after a moment.
Namjoon actually smiled, laughing to himself weakly.
âI donât think I even have the energy to walk across the room to get food,â he murmured, his voice a little deeper than usual.
Without a word, you stood, walking straight across the room to get another plate of food. When you returned and placed it in front of him, he looked up at you with wide eyes, confused and shocked by your gesture.
âDo you need me to cut it up for you, too?â you teased, though glancing at his arm, you wondered if heâd actually need that.
Namjoon shook his head after a moment, glancing down at his plate.
âThank you,â he said quietly. You saw a small, genuine smile on his lips, and you realized then for the very first time that he had dimples.
III.
The following week came, as did Namjoonâs punishment week for losing the sparring match. The first morning, you noticed him waking up earlier than everyone else to go start his laps, since he had to do double. You quickly got dressed and followed.
You ran up beside him as he slowly jogged around the track.
âWhat are you doing?â He looked over at you, furrowing his brow but not stopping.
âRunning laps,â you answered flatly.
You ran the same number of laps as he did that morning, despite having won the right not to run this week. Namjoon, you learned, had a broken rib and pulled groin in addition to all the other stuff youâd done to him, and heâd been given an out and didnât have to run any laps after all. Your instructor had told him that he needed to focus on healing and not accidentally hurt himself more. He didnât have to do combat training or anything else physical until he was healed, but he still ran his punishment laps anyway, completely by choice, and so you ran them too, matching his pace the entire time, neither of you saying a word to the other.
Despite getting his ass kicked in the sparring match, the rest of the cadets viewed Namjoon as almost a superhero after that. They respected how well heâd taken a beating; he was the guy who kept fighting, even with half a dozen injuries and multiple broken bones. You were the only one whoâd been able to best him, using just your speed to outwit him, and now the rest of the class respected you both even more. Namjoon was a nearly unstoppable tank, and you were the lithe fox that beat him.
As boot camp continued, you and Namjoon continued your quiet friendship, neither of you the overly gushy or warm type, both focused only on training. You studied together, and started helping each other instead of competing. Both of you only improved your scores and times.
Namjoon helped you with your physical training, helping you get stronger. You helped him with his marksmanship, precision, and speed. You regularly sparred and fought and pushed each other further. You studied together, fought together, ate together, did everything together.
The first year of Corps ended, and you entered the second year. This was more specialized, focused on specifically becoming a pilot with more time on flight training instead of physical and military training, which you still definitely had a lot of.
Your class was smaller now, but you still slept in a co-ed barrack. You and Namjoon picked spots next to each other this year.
One night during winter break, almost everyone else had gone home for the week, the two of you essentially having the base to yourselves. It was well past midnight and after lights out, but you and Namjoon laid in your beds talking quietly, both on your sides facing each other. You only had about a foot of space between your beds, and you could just barely make out his face in the dark.
Namjoon told you that he remembered the attacks, losing his family, everything. Heâd had a sister too, and had lived in a suburb, not one of the cities. He didnât explain further, but said that he remembered what happened to his family, and that heâd been found in the woods by himself weeks later. Heâd only been seven years old at the time, and you wondered how the hell heâd made it on his own for so long.
You got the feeling he was used to being on his own, and didnât let himself get attached to anything or anyone. Part of you wanted to reach out and touch him, put your hand on his shoulder and tell him he didnât have to be alone anymore. But instead you sighed, ignoring the way his sad eyes made your heart ache.
IV.
Your second year turned into your third, and you and Namjoon only became closer. You both planned to go on to a fourth year of training, even though it wasnât required, as it would give you higher credentials and clearance when you finished. Both of you still strived to be perfect, after all.
Halfway through your third year together, you realized Namjoon was the closest thing you had to family. You both saw each other pretty much every moment of every day. You both didnât leave the base for holidays, so the longest youâd been apart since first meeting was a few hours, at most.
You were constantly together, even when you didnât need to be. You woke up early and ran laps, even though you were no longer required to â only first year cadets ran laps, but you both continued because⌠you didnât know why, and you didnât question it. You loved running with him.
That first year together, Namjoon had been stoic and quiet. He didnât talk much, unless directly questioned, and even then he kept his answers as concise as possible. You werenât exactly talkative, but when the two of you talked to each other alone, especially in the past few years, Namjoon began coming out of his shell. When he wasnât guarded and quiet, he was warm and funny, almost loving in his own kind of way. You got the feeling he was naturally full of love, but had pushed that part of himself down in the years heâd spent alone and in shelters.
Now, you were giving Namjoon a haircut. His hair grew weirdly fast, and there were rules about keeping everything, including hair, perfectly in uniform. Men had to have very short hair and be clean-shaven, which meant Namjoon had to get a haircut basically every other week.
When it was warm you did this outside, but now it was winter and you were in the locker room. While you worked, you talked about upcoming tests and other little things. You kept catching Namjoon looking up at you as you stood in front of him, between his spread legs, and he seemed to be getting bolder, watching your face outright instead of just stealing glances.
âClose your eyes and tilt your head back,â you mumbled, trying to hide the fact you were blushing and flustered. Namjoon listened without a word, and you let yourself look at him for just a second; your faces were close, even with him sitting and you standing, because of how tall he was. Youâd been obsessed with his lips lately, finding yourself fantasizing about them at the most inopportune times, thinking about how soft and full they looked and wondering what theyâd feel like against your own.
Before you could pull yourself from your thoughts and start on the front of his hair, the power suddenly cut out.
You let out a small gasp, but this wasnât exactly surprising around here. The power went out often because of the testing they were doing with switching over completely to alien tech for larger power structures. Still, youâd gasped in surprise because youâd been so focused on Namjoonâs face, and now the two of you were alone together in a dark locker room.
âAre you okay?â Namjoon asked, his hands coming up to rest on your hips.
Of course you were okay; the lights had just gone off.
âYeah,â you answered anyway. You moved your hands from over his head to his shoulders, feeling him in the dark.
âItâll be back on in a second, weâre okay,â he said, his thumbs moving slightly, like he was trying to comfort you.
âI know,â you said, your voice sounding small. You werenât afraid at all, but you didnât want him to stop what he was doing.
The lights came back on then, and you looked down at him. Namjoon smiled up at you, dimples on full display, and it nearly took your breath away. He had a little piece of cut hair on his cheek, which you gently brushed away, and he wrinkled his nose at you, making your heart ache.
You finished giving him his haircut, and afterwards he pulled off his shirt and went over to one of the showers, to wash off the pieces of hair youâd cut. You gathered up the electric razor and your other belongings while you heard him undressing behind you, turning on the shower and humming happily to himself.
You stopped yourself from looking at him as you walked out of the room and went back to the barracks, refusing to let yourself think about him showering or the way heâd looked at you.
VI.
Your last year of training was mostly just the two of you working together and with various superior officers. Youâd get promotions and rank changes after some time in the field, but youâd start out as Senior Airmen, and would probably both make Staff Sergeant within a few years of graduating. There were no wars or active duty anymore, but it meant youâd both be given leadership positions, if ever the need arose.
After graduation, you and Namjoon would both receive your assignments and placements. Youâd both requested to be placed together, without requesting anything else. You could be sent anywhere in the world, given any position; you didnât care where you ended up though, as long as you were with him.
Since it was your last year, you were both given proper rooms instead of barracks. The rooms were small and minimal, but your room was right across from Namjoonâs. You spent a lot of time in each otherâs rooms, even sometimes sleeping over.
Now, you laid on Namjoonâs bed in his room, while he sat at the chair by his desk with his feet propped up on the end of his bed. He was playing with a stress ball, passing it back and forth between his hands. Youâd finished all your testing and training, so you were both basically just resting until graduation, anticipating your placements. It was late at night, the rest of the base quiet and sleeping.
âDream placement,â you said, turning your head and pointing at him. âGo.â
âOh, manâŚâ Namjoon rolled his head back, looking at the ceiling. âSouthern California.â
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. âWhatâs in Southern California, besides desert?â
âThatâs the closest base to where the first ship went down. Theyâve got the best tech out there, the best planes.â
âOkay, true,â you sighed. âBut thereâs nothing out there for miles. Thereâd be nothing to do.â
âWhat else is there, besides flying?â Namjoon threw the little ball he was playing with gently so it bounced off the wall beside you and landed on your stomach.
âI like flying and being able to see something besides sand, rock, and craters for hundreds of miles,â you said, tossing the ball back to him.
âYou feel like youâre going faster if you donât have anything to look at,â he said, catching the ball with one hand and tossing it behind him onto his desk.
âYou also get lost easier,â you laughed, propping yourself up on your elbows.
âNot if youâre a good navigator,â Namjoon laughed too, standing up and moving onto the bed with you. He wasnât exactly tickling you, but he was touching your body and you were both giggling as he laid down beside you.
âIf you want to feel like youâre going fast, then just go fast,â you said, your hands on his shoulders now as you grinned up at him. He was partially on top of you, partially beside you as he smiled down at you, his mouth so close to yours.
âI want to go even faster,â he said, but he stilled suddenly, looking down at you with wide eyes. He seemed to have suddenly realized the position the two of you were in, and he moved so that he was just beside you, laying on his side as you laid on your back.
You sighed. It was always like this â not that you were complaining, because you loved the relationship you already had with him. But lately, youâd get so close, almost kissing, almost embracing, almost something, and then heâd back off. You still loved the moments before, where you could forget that you were just friends and pretend you were something more, as much as it ended up hurting your heart in the long run.
Even now, you loved this. Namjoon propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at you as you continued talking, a different topic now. Your mouths were only a few inches apart. It would be so easy for him to just lean down and kiss you, like you wanted him to so badly.
Namjoonâs hand that wasnât supporting his head rested on your stomach. You put your hands there too, playing with him, feeling his long fingers and how big his hand was, and Namjoon let you, pretending not to notice.
You talked about graduation plans, life plans, little nothings that made each other sadly smile. Neither of you said it, but you both worried you wouldnât be placed together.
âWhatâs your dream placement?â he asked you gently, his voice soft.
âYou know, I donât even care,â you said. Because it didnât matter where they put you as long as you were with him, but you didnât say that.
That night the two of you fell asleep like that, in that position. It wasnât the first time.
VII.
When you woke up, you could feel Namjoonâs gentle breathing on your neck. You turned your head and looked at him, studying his expression in the early morning calm.
He was still on his side facing you, so now you were face-to-face, your foreheads and noses only a few inches apart. His hand still rested on your stomach, and you still held his hand there with both of your hands. You felt his fingers twitch a little in his sleep and wondered what he was dreaming about. His other arm was under the pillow now, and through it you could almost feel the swell of his bicep and warmth of his skin.
You only ever let yourself really look at him like this when he was sleeping, when the two of you had sleepovers in each otherâs rooms. You studied the shape of his nose, the way his big, plush lips parted, the puffiness of his cheeks as he relaxed and breathed, every freckle and mole on his face that you wanted to kiss so badly. Cuddled up with him like this, you could feel how warm he was; Namjoon was a furnace of a man, and youâd gotten so used to sharing a bed with him the past few months, you now had to layer up and sleep with an extra blanket whenever you slept alone.
Namjoon sighed then, shifting a little in his sleep. You quickly closed your eyes and turned your head back so you werenât facing him directly, in case he opened his eyes.
You felt him moving, shifting so that his arm was hugging you instead of his hand just resting on you. His hand was now on your side, below your armpit, his thumb on the side of your breast. He sighed and seemed to fall back asleep, softly snoring again after a few moments.
You laid like that for a while, enjoying this feeling, knowing youâd never have this for real. You'd never wake up next to Namjoon in the context you wanted, but this was more than enough for you. You were so in love with him, but he didnât see you the same way, so youâd enjoy waking up in his arms for as long as you could.
When Namjoon eventually woke up on his own, he seemed to slowly realize the position you were in, moving his hand down carefully to more platonic territory. You opened your eyes and turned your head to look at him, and were caught off guard by the way he was staring at you so openly, looking down at your mouth for a few moments before looking back at your eyes with an expression you couldnât name.
âY/N,â he murmured, so softly you could barely hear him, but you could feel the rumble of it in his chest. You didnât say anything, both of you just looking at each other in the peaceful quiet stillness of early morning, the only noises both of your gentle breathing.
Namjoon moved his hand up to your shoulder, and then his hand was cupping your cheek, brushing your hair back from your face. The tips of your noses were almost touching, his warm breath on your lips. He closed his eyes and put his forehead against yours, your heart almost stopping in your chest from how close he was. Heâs never done anything like this before, and you definitely were not going to stop him.
He turned his head slightly, your foreheads still connected as the tip of his nose skimmed along your cheek, by your nose. He brushed his lips against yours so lightly you could barely feel him, his eyes still closed. You could feel his eyelashes tickling your cheek, and prayed he couldnât feel how fast your heart was racing or how you nearly whimpered at his every touch.
Namjoon moved and brushed his barely parted lips against the corner of your mouth, your chin, your jaw. His hand on your cheek, he stroked your skin with his thumb slowly, touching you, feeling you. His leg moved up slowly, hooking over yours, and you spread your legs for him. You couldnât even think straight right now, the only things your brain were processing were the touches and sensations Namjoon was giving you.
What the hell was he doing? The thought of him seeing you romantically, the same way you saw him, had seemed so impossible before now, but now, as he brushed his lips against your skin, you wondered if heâd been longing the same way you had.
Namjoon turned your head carefully, slightly away from him, so that you were looking directly up again. He kissed your cheek closer to him while he stroked the other, pressing gentle open-mouthed kisses down your face and neck as he slowly moved himself on top of you. You, matching his slow movements, wrapped your legs loosely around him and held onto his shoulders.
Namjoon kissed your skin as lightly as he could, feeling you anywhere youâd let him, and you were lost in him. He switched to your other side, kissing your collarbone and neck and jaw, and one of his hands moved up behind your head, tangling in your hair. Every movement was slow and deliberate and gentle.
You never wouldâve guessed Namjoon was the gentle type, but now that this was happening, it made sense and you craved it. He closed his lips lightly against your earlobe and you gasped loudly, trying to arch up against him.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he murmured against your ear. âSo soft, so perfect, my angel, my love.â His voice was so warm and deep, and you quietly whimpered, holding onto his shoulders even tighter. You felt like he could make you come just from this, just from his light touches and hearing his deep voice praise you. You'd wanted him so badly for years now, youâd dreamed about him, fantasized nonstop, and now here he was, and the tension was already building up for you.
He hadnât even fully kissed your mouth yet. Namjoon pressed his lips against your cheek, caressing the other side of your face with his hand, just holding your body so close to his. You swore you could die right now and be fine with that.
An alarm suddenly blared, and both of your bodies stilled and tensed.
Namjoon jumped off of you and sat back on his legs, looking around the room like he was expecting to see what was happening written on the walls. You sat up too, looking around. Your legs were still spread, your brain still hazy from Namjoonâs kisses, and you looked at him as you saw him working through what was happening.
âSomethingâs wrong,â Namjoon said, quickly jumping up. He sat back down on the side of his bed long enough to put on his shoes. âCome on,â he said, pulling you up when he stood again.
You snapped yourself out of your lust-haze. The alarm was still going off, which meant something major was happening right now. It wasnât just a test.
You left, quickly scampering across the hall to your own room so you could get dressed.
You and Namjoon met up in between your rooms a moment later, both in uniform, and ran down together to where the rest of the base had gathered, Namjoon taking your hand in his as you ran.
VIII.
It was another attack, like when you were young.
You all stood there at attention receiving orders, none of you looking anywhere except forward blankly. This was it, everything you had trained for, the exact reason youâd trained so hard. They were back.
You and Namjoon were both assigned as squadron leaders to two different units, Namjoon to Red One and you to Blue One. Those were two of the best, most elite units of fighter jets, but you looked over at him when you got your assignments. You werenât together, so you wouldnât know if he was okay until after it was all over.
You were all dismissed and had fifteen minutes to get to your planes and prepare for launch. You went straight to your plane, not stopping to talk to Namjoon. You knew you wouldnât be able to leave him once you looked at him, so it was better to just pretend this morning hadnât happened.
You were just starting to climb the ladder up to your plane when you heard his voice.
âNot saying goodbye?â
You froze in your tracks, but didnât turn or look at him. You couldnât make yourself say anything, instead just staring straight in front of you with your hands on the rungs of the ladder.
âY/N,â he said, his voice much softer now as he walked over to you. The planes were close together so you were in tight quarters, and he stood right behind you, his hands not quite touching your sides.
âWhat?â you said, not looking back at him.
âPlease donât leave without saying goodbye,â he said. You'd never heard his voice like this. Quiet, pleading, loving. It was like this morning in bed, but more desperate, yearning, begging you to look at him.
You started to move up the ladder without turning around, and he put his hands on your hips, stopping you. He immediately let go, not wanting to trap you there.
You sighed and turned around to face him, only partially, still a step up on the ladder so you were just slightly taller than him. You reached back and held onto the ladder with one hand as you looked at him.
When you saw the expression on his face, it took your breath away. He looked almost tearful, sick with worry, trying to be stronger than how he obviously felt.
âGoodbye,â you said softly, bringing your free hand up to his cheek.
He stood there for a moment, just looking at you. You stroked his cheek with your thumb and tried to smile weakly. His hair was getting a little long, you noticed then for some reason. He was supposed to keep it short to stay in uniform, but now it looked long enough for you to run your fingers through.
Namjoonâs eyes were wide and innocent, searching your face. Around you, the base was chaotic and busy as other pilots ran to their planes and officers barked out orders and engines started up. The two of you just stood there in your quiet moment, both a lot less excited about your first mission than youâd thought youâd be, everything happening so much sooner then youâd both thought and on such a larger scale than you ever could have anticipated. You remembered almost wanting this when you were young, promising yourself that youâd be ready if they ever came back. Maybe the universe was punishing you; whenever you loved someone, the universe immediately sought to take it from you. Your family when you were young, and now Namjoon.
He looked like he wanted to kiss you or tell you something. He parted his lips and glanced at your mouth, his brow furrowing as he breathed, and he looked back up at your eyes, his expression so worried.
âIâll see you soon,â you said, smiling gently.
You turned and climbed up into your plane without another word.
V.
There had been twenty pilots in your squadron when you left, and four when you returned.
You didnât really remember the aliens from when you were little, but youâd seen countless videos. You knew what they looked like, how they performed, what their technology was supposed to be like, what their weaknesses had been.
You saw so many planes go down. The alien ship had a different defense than last time, and the fight was only over when the alien ship suddenly left and moved on, seemingly just because it wanted to, not because the humans posed any kind of threat to it. When it left, it had taken out an entire city, just like last time. The town near the base had only recently gotten its infrastructure set up.
You and your three surviving pilots returned first out of all the other squadrons. You quickly climbed out of your plane and ran down to the hangar, asking about the other pilots still out there. You needed to know if Namjoon was okay.
Before you even got to the hangar, another alarm started blaring. A plane near you exploded, and you spun around, looking up at the sky.
There had to be over a hundred alien ships in the sky, all firing on the base and the planes.
âGet inside, now!â you yelled, pointing at the pilots from your squadron whoâd ducked down near their planes. You knew the base had a bunker, and the number of people at the base now could easily survive down there long-term.
There was panic as people got down there as fast as they could, all climbing over each other and yelling. You stayed back where you could see the sky, ducking down in a safe spot and watching as long as you could. You only saw alien ships, none of your own.
You imagined Namjoonâs last seconds. If he hadnât made it back to the base, there was no way heâd survive. The ships would find him. You could only see the planes youâd seen exploding earlier, hear the voices of the pilots in your squadron on your coms as their ships exploded. A cut-off shout, and then nothing.
You finally made yourself run down to the bunker. In the distance, you could hear the ships destroying every visible part of the base, every last truck and car and plane and tank exploding as the blasts hit them. The walls shook and lights flickered and dust fell from the ceiling as you made your way down the stairwell to the bunker.
Over the destruction above you, you could hear Namjoonâs voice that morning in his bed, the world frozen around you then, the only things that mattered his large, gentle hands, his slow, exploring mouth, and his soft voice.
âYouâre so beautiful,â heâd breathed against your neck. You'd been able to feel his smile, the tip of his nose tracing your jaw, the warmth of his breath on your skin. You'd never felt safer than when you were laying in bed with him.
You pushed the door of the bunker shut behind you, your hands shaking and eyes welling up. You could not think about this; you had to push all of that aside for now. You had a job to do.
After about five minutes down in the bunker, the lights went out. The weak backup generator kicked on near-immediately, but now there was no connection to the outside world. If any pilots managed to survive this long, the base wouldnât know about it or have any way of contacting them.
When youâd taken off, both you and Namjoon had been promoted to captains, to lead your squadrons. Once all of the remaining people at the base were down in the bunker and accounted for, you were promoted again, this time to major.
Almost everyone out of the thousand or so people on the base had gone out to fight. The only people whoâd stayed behind were ground control officers, technicians, first years, civilians who worked on the base, and the top few people in charge. There were maybe a few hundred people down in the massive bunker now, and you ranked sixth in command out of all of them.
Namjoon wouldâve been so jealous you outranked him, you thought with a small smile.
VI.
Four days passed with no news.
There was no service. There was no internet, radio, or any connection to the outside world.
You were itching to get out. There was no news from the outside world, but there also hadnât been any explosions since the first day. The alien ships had to be gone by now. On the second day, youâd tried to suggest to the general that you could go up to the surface and see if an evacuation could be planned, but the general and other officers had all said that there was no need to evacuate, because there were plenty of supplies down here. They would continue to work on regaining communications with other bases, and nothing else immediately mattered until then.
Now, you were on your cot, staring at the ceiling above you. It was the middle of the night and just about everyone else was asleep. Most people slept on cots in what looked like an old gym, all lined up in long rows. Everyone had been given two changes of clothes, all gray jumpsuits. You felt like you were in prison.
The scratchy wool blanket was pulled up to your neck. You tried to imagine sharing the cot with Namjoon, the two of you squeezed onto the spot only meant for one and giggling when you just barely fit. You imagined him spooning you, kissing your neck and shoulder and holding you close to him. You imagined feeling his heartbeat in his chest. You imagined his face when his plane exploded.
It wasnât fair. Youâd literally just become something more than friends, maybe, kind of. Your relationship with Namjoon meant everything to you, and it had suddenly been changing in such amazing ways, and then heâd immediately been taken from you.
You refused to cry about this. You refused to even accept he was gone. There were ways he couldâve survived. There had to be. He couldâve flown low and ejected and hidden in the rubble of the city. Except he wasnât a coward; you knew him, and you knew he was the type to win or die fighting. He couldâve led other survivors away from the city. Except there was no way these planes couldâve outrun the alien ships. They werenât fast enough.
There had to be a way. You had to get up to the surface and find out. You had to find him.
VII.
After one week down in the bunker, you felt like you were going out of your mind.
You had a plan. You were going to go to the surface whether they let you or not. You were going to find Namjoon, or at least the remains of his plane. You were going to find him or find closure.
You needed climbing gear to get up the destroyed stairwell. Youâd need to find rope and gear, a lot of water, and survival supplies. You began your plan, looking around for spare supplies nobody would notice was missing until you were gone. You knew where to find rope, but you had to figure out how to acquire and carry enough water. Plus you would need to bring medical supplies, in case Namjoon was injured. God, you could just imagine him, laying somewhere, bleeding out and barely conscious. You wondered if heâd thought of you, imagined you coming to save him.
You were seconds away from stealing rope from a supply closet when a short little man walked around the corner.
âMajor?â
You froze in place. You werenât in the room yet; you were innocent.
âYes?â you said, smiling politely.
âThe general wants to see you,â he said, and left without adding anything else.
Shit. How had they known? You hadnât done anything yet, or told anyone or written anything down.
You made your way to the command center. Not much was going on there in the way of commanding anything, but it was where the higher ups â which now included you â met, and it was where they were attempting to reestablish communications with the outside world.
The room was busy with officers buzzing around. There were a lot of exposed wires hanging out of the walls. It looked like they were rebuilding a computer system circa 1970.
âMajor,â the general said, motioning you over.
âYes, sir?â
âYouâre the highest ranking field officer, so this goes to you first,â he said, handing you a manila folder. âWeâve established communication with a base a hundred and fifty miles from here, but only briefly. They said they have seven survivors from our base. They didnât say who.â The general quickly added the last part when he saw your face light up at the mention of survivors.
You glanced down at the folder. Before you could speak, the general continued.
âWe need someone â a pilot â to go up to the surface and see if any planes are still intact, and if so, fly to Walker Base. If there arenât any planes left, weâll probably have you try to find a car, or hike if you have to. We need to get our relay codes to that base, and once we do, weâll have full communication with them again. You up for it?â
You looked up at the general, smiling.
VIII.
It took you about an hour to climb the staircase. Most of it was rubble and a lot of it involved throwing up a rope and securing it on something to climb the huge gaps where the stairs had fallen out, but you eventually got to the top, pushing aside debris to get yourself outside.
The base was gone. There was no way any planes survived this. Still, you walked out onto the strip, just in case.
Some of the piles of charred metal were still smoking. A few small fires were still going, most of them out in the lot, where jet fuel must still be feeding them. You tried to see if you could spot where your and Namjoonâs rooms used to be, but it was all just rubble, ash, and charred cinderblocks.
You walked down the landing strip, looking at the piles of scorched plane parts, blasted to nothing. Pieces of metal jutted up, a plane wing here, a part of engine there. Every pile you saw, you imagined seeing Namjoonâs body among them. You knew if he was dead, he wouldnât be here, heâd be out in the city â but seeing all of the destroyed planes wasnât helping.
You stopped in your tracks.
At the end of the landing strip, under a broken wing of a much larger plane, was the most beautiful F-15 Eagle you had ever seen.
You ran to it, climbing on it when you reached it and pushing aside the wing of the bigger plane until it clamored to the ground. You climbed into the cockpit, dropping your backpack with supplies and the relay codes into the little compartment, feeling nearly dizzy in euphoria. You prepped the jet for takeoff, everything going smoothly, and you imagined Namjoonâs face when you showed up at the base. Heâd be so happy to see you, but so surprised, and when you told him that you got promoted to majorâ
You stopped for a moment, your smile falling as you stared blankly at your hands on the switches and dials.
You didnât know if he was one of the survivors at the other base. You shouldnât get your hopes up just to show up and find out he wasnât one of the pilots who made it. For all you knew, youâd get there and one of the pilots from Namjoonâs squadron would tell you all about how he died.
You focused on the task in front of you. You were on a mission, first and foremost, to get the relay codes to the base. That was the important thing right now, not yourself or Namjoon.
You got the plane prepped and ready to go. The center of the runway was clear, since most of the planes had been gone.
F-15s were always your favorite.
IX.
You didnât attract any alien attention while flying, thankfully. You got there in just over twenty minutes; around the fifteen minute mark, you slowed down and the base contacted you on your descent into their airspace. You had to identify yourself and state your intentions, but the base seemed completely willing to let anyone human land.
When you landed, a few people ran out and took care of your plane for you, as you were escorted inside. You handed over the relay codes and quickly asked if you could see the survivors from your base.
âMost of them were pretty shell-shocked when they got here, but theyâre soldiers. They know how it is,â the officer escorting you said as the two of you walked. âHow many survivors at your base?â
âThree hundred and forty-two,â you said flatly, staring straight in front of you as you walked. âWe had four pilots including myself return, the rest were non-flight officers and civilians. No casualties on the ground, but the base was destroyed in an aerial attack shortly after we landed.â
âYeah, we heard about that. Thatâs why we got your other pilots,â the guy said, motioning in front of him in the direction you were walking, assumedly at the surviving pilots. âThey didnât have anywhere to land and thought the base was gone, so they came here. All from different squadrons, but led by one captain.â
You perked up when you heard that. A captain had survived.
You really did try not to get your hopes up. Your base was huge; there were so many squadrons, only one captain surviving was not good news for Namjoon. Still, you were hopeful.
You were led to a barrack where a few pilots were sitting around together, all men looking bored out of their minds. You recognized Park from your training class, and a few others as well. You scanned their faces quickly, looking from person to person, desperately searching for him, frantic and anxious and despairing when you looked and didnât see himâ
âY/N?â a voice said from behind you, and you spun around.
Namjoon had walked in behind you from the other direction; he looked like heâd just taken a shower, from the wet hair, clean clothes, and bag over his shoulder, which he dropped as he stared at you in disbelief.
Neither of you even said anything. You were only about ten feet apart already, but you immediately met in the middle, desperately grabbing at each other, hugging tightly. Your legs were up around his waist and he held you to him as he kissed all over your face. The room was spinning or maybe Namjoon was just spinning you around, you didnât care, you just held onto him and tried to kiss him, one hand in his hair and the other arm around his shoulder, trying to pull him closer.
As much as you wanted and tried to kiss him, Namjoon was just too much; it was like he was trying to kiss every last millimeter of your face at least twice. He was holding you so tight you almost couldnât breathe, but you didnât even care. His skin, his hair, his mouth, his kisses were all the most amazing things youâd ever felt. You were pressed chest-to-chest, arms wrapped around each other, and you could almost feel his heartbeat pumping along with your own.
Namjoon stopped kissing you long enough to nuzzle against you, closing his eyes as he rubbed his cheek against yours, nearly animalistic.
âI missed you so much, my love,â he breathed. You swore his face was wet with tears, his cheek still pressed against your own. âI havenât thought about anything other than you. I havenât stopped thinking about you this whole time, I love you so much⌠god, fuck, when I thought Iâd lost youâŚâ He started kissing your cheek again desperately, his hand coming up to hold your other cheek and hold you in place.
âI missed you too,â you gasped, your voice small and high-pitched as you tried and failed to hold in your tears.
âI love you so much, sweetheart. I love you, I love you, I love you,â he kept repeating, not even stopping speaking as he kissed you, so some of his words were muffled.
âI love you, too, Joon,â you managed to say before he kissed your mouth, tilting his head to kiss you so deeply it took your breath away.
âOkay, Jesus Christ,â somebody else in the room said then. âDo you guys want us to, like, leave or something?â
Namjoon stopped, catching his breath as you turned your head to look back at the six other pilots and the officer all awkwardly watching you.
âUh, sorry,â you muttered, putting your feet back on the ground and turning around. Namjoon kept touching you, not taking his hands off you, even as you faced the others.
âI know you both outrank us, but get a room,â a different pilot laughed, his smile boxy and voice deep.
âYou have a room, actually,â the officer that led you in said, perking up like that was his cue.
âWe do?â Namjoon asked, confused. He stood behind you, hands on your hips, tall enough to see over your head.
âShe does,â the officer gestured to you. âSheâs a major. All superior officers class O4 and up get their own private room.â
âMajor?â Namjoon said, tilting a little to look at your face. You smiled to yourself smugly.
âI can take you there now,â the officer said, motioning to the door behind him.
Namjoon stepped to the side and looked down at the ground shyly, glancing up at you and pouting. You wanted to roll your eyes; he actually thought you werenât going to invite him to come with you.
âYou too,â you said, holding out your hand for him.
Namjoon beamed, and quickly picked up his bag and jogged over to what must be his bed, grabbing the few belongings he had, and shuffled back over to your side, taking your hand and kissing you on the cheek before following along with you.
âGo get it, captain,â one of the pilots jeered at him, the others all snickering and wolf-whistling as Namjoon dropped your hand long enough to flip all the other pilots off while the officer led the two of you out and down the hallway.
As soon as the door was shut behind you in your room, the officer gone and the two of you alone, Namjoon dropped his belongings and picked you up again, your legs tight around him, the two of you kissing again. You felt your back against the cold metal of the old-fashioned blast door, one of Namjoonâs hands holding your face.
âHowâd you get here?â he murmured against your neck after a moment, kissing your cheek between gasps. âThey said the base was destroyed, no contact.â
âThe attack happened right after I landed. Everyone got down in the bunker, no casualties on the ground,â you gasped, still a little short on breath. As you spoke, Namjoon kissed your neck, working his way up to your jaw. âThey needed a pilot to bring relay codes here.â
âWhatâs this about you being a major now?â he said, smirking, his lips not leaving your cheek.
âGot an upgrade while you were gone,â you said, and then you gasped, laughing as Namjoon suddenly sucked your skin over your pulse on your neck, leaving behind a deep purple hickey.
âWell, Miss Major, that means you outrank me now,â he said, leaning back enough to smile at you, his expression a mix of mischievous and proud.
He stepped backward then, still supporting you with his arms, and walked back until he got to the bed, sitting down on it. He laid back, pulling you down on top of him gently, your mouths connected the whole way down.
He was the best thing youâd ever felt, his large, firm body contrasting his gentle touches and kisses. You couldnât get close enough to him, but it was slow, lazy, loving, everything youâd ever wanted with him, his soft tongue in your mouth, his firm arms around you, his warm body under you.
You couldnât get over how good he smelled. There was the soap heâd just used, but youâd known him and been close to him long enough to know his scent. He tasted so good too; he swirled his tongue with yours slowly, tracing lazy patterns on your tongue, kissing you so deeply your head spun. His hands rested on your back, his fingers spreading wider as he tried to touch more of you.
You parted for air as he rolled you both, holding your body to his with one hand as he pulled you up the bed, resting your head on the pillow as he gently laid you down. Even though you wouldâve only fallen a few inches and the bed was soft, he set you down like you were made of glass, looking down at you with love and hearts in his eyes, not breaking eye contact as he gave you a small, warm smile.
His dark hair was mussed up a little from you running your fingers through it, and it looked fantastic on him. His face was flushed and his parted lips were red and a little swollen, and he looked like heâd been crying, or was about to cry, or both.
You pulled him down to you and kissed him again. He set his body against yours, lining himself up with you as you wrapped your legs around him. You were both still fully clothed, but you could feel him, pressed perfectly against you from your collars to his growing erection and your throbbing core.
âI love you,â he groaned against your neck, grinding slowly against you. âIâve loved you for so long, I wanted to die when I thought something happened to you and I never told you. I promise Iâm going to tell you now, every single day, every time I see you, every time we make love, every second of every dayââ He cut himself off by kissing your neck desperately, moving down toward your breast.
âI love you, my angel. Youâre the most beautiful thing in the world, I love you so much,â he said, kissing along your skin frantically by the collar of your ugly flight jumpsuit. âYouâre my best friend, and I love you, I love you, I love you,â he said, kissing up the center of your chest toward your clavicle. His messy hair tickled your chin, and you rested one of your hands on the back of his head as he worked, gently stroking his hair.
âI love you too,â you managed to say, though words werenât really coming to you right now, with all Namjoon was doing to you.
Namjoon got up then, and you watched for a moment as he started quickly stripping off his clothes. You sat up too, pulling off your jumpsuit, and Namjoon got all but his boxers off before your arms were even out. He helped you, running his hands along your skin as you peeled off the jumpsuit, leaving you in just the undershirt and shorts youâd had on underneath.
There was a moment where the two of you just sat there looking at each other. Youâd both seen each other in this context â nearly naked â before, from sleeping in the same room to swimming to other random things youâd done together over the years, but this was the first time it was ever like this.
Namjoon raised his hands slowly, his fingers just barely skimming against your hips. His eyes were on your breasts, his mouth nearly watering, and you smiled at that. He looked up at you, his eyes innocent and showing every emotion he had within him; he was asking for permission.
You brought your hand up to his face and kissed him slowly, savoring every movement of his lips, the feel of his tongue, the taste of him. His hands went to your thighs and helped you wrap your legs around him, and then you were laying down again, Namjoon on top of you.
He kissed down your chest, this time simultaneously running one of his hands up your stomach under your thin undershirt. He cupped your breast with that hand, feeling you fully, while his mouth kissed back up to your neck. He got your undershirt off without either of you having to get up, though he did have to lean back a little to give you room to wiggle around, and then he unhooked your bra and threw that and your undershirt somewhere behind him.
Namjoon swirled his tongue around one of your nipples, gently squeezing your other breast with his hand, your peaked nipple hard against his palm. He rolled one nipple between his thumb and forefinger slowly while sucking the other, just barely using teeth and making you gasp, and then he switched sides, doing the same thing again.
âThat feels so good, Joonie,â you sighed, closing your eyes and smiling to yourself. You stroked his hair while he worked, closing your eyes and tilting your head back. Every moment or so, youâd let out a moan for him, tightening your fingers in his hair whenever he did something that made you see stars, and heâd hum back to you, responding without taking his mouth off you.
Namjoon moved down your abdomen, kissing every rib, every freckle, every last inch of your skin. He dipped his tongue into your belly button and you gasped and giggled, feeling his grin against your skin as he kissed down your navel, his tongue tracing along the edge of the little shorts you still had on.
You reached down and tried to pull off your shorts, but Namjoonâs hands replaced your own, slowly pulling just your shorts off and leaving your panties. He tossed your shorts the same direction heâd tossed your bra, and then looked down at you, sitting back on his legs. Your legs were spread wide, your soaked panties the only thing covering you, your eyes desperate for him, your breasts rising and falling as your breath quickened in anticipation and need for him.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he murmured, his expression almost dazed in love and adoration. He looked like he didnât know where to look, his eyes scanning your face, your breasts, your spread thighs, the spot on your panties where you were already wet and soaking for him. You bit your lip and whimpered, and he closed his eyes, sighing and smiling to himself, like he couldnât believe how lucky he was.
Namjoon bent over and kissed your ankle, slowly, chastely. He moved to the other side and repeated that, kissing your anklebone. He moved up your calf, staying on that side, kissing you over and over and moving so slowly you started to whine for him, begging him to go faster and reaching down for him. He reached up and took one of your hands, holding it and lacing your fingers together as he continued what he was doing, not at all speeding up.
He kissed your knee, the side of it, the front of it, and tilting your leg gently to kiss the back of it. He moved up, kissing your inner thigh while still holding your hand. You spread your legs further for him, whimpering and squeezing his hand as he got closer and closer to your center.
Namjoon pulled back then, a smug smile on his face as he started moving down to kiss his way up your other leg, starting again at your ankle. You let out a whiney moan, pulling his hand and looking down at him, pleading.
âOkay, sweetheart. Iâm sorry,â he said gently, moving back to where you wanted him most.
He kissed you right over your panties, a deep, open-mouthed kiss that made you cry out. You could feel him breathing hard through his nose, smelling and inhaling you as he moved his mouth against you, letting go of your hand so he could hold your thighs with both his large, perfect hands.
He licked and sucked the fabric of your panties, tasting where you were soaked for him. It was the most amazing thing youâd ever felt, and you spread your legs even further for him, your hands holding onto the sheets of the bed, your knuckles turning white.
You gasped when you felt teeth, and then Namjoon was slowly pulling your panties down your legs with his mouth, looking up at you with playful eyes and a smirk. You wanted to roll your eyes at him, but instead just closed your legs enough for him to get your panties off of you, letting him have his fun. He let out a small growl at you, your panties still in his mouth, and you giggled, a soft noise that made his eyes light up.
Before you could think or do anything, Namjoon was back between your legs, spreading you open with his fingers and licking a slow, thick line up your folds to your clit.
You cried out, your head falling back and eyes squeezing closed. Namjoon repeated the motion, even slower this time, moaning a little too as he let the tip of his tongue enter you for just a moment. You whined, pulling his hair hard and trying to spread your legs even further, and Namjoon stopped, humming softly as he turned his head and kissed your thigh.
âI love you so fucking much,â Namjoon murmured against your skin, kissing you there again. âYour pussyâs so pretty, my love. So soft and wet for me.â
âJoonie,â you sighed, stroking his hair. You could feel his smile against your thigh, and it made you smile, too. You felt warm, like you were glowing from his love.
Namjoon turned his head back and dipped his tongue into you again, this time further, like he was trying to see how far he could go. His lips sucked at your entrance as his tongue flicked in and out, not fast enough to get you off, but not slow, either. He moved his tongue like he was trying to drink you, lapping you up, bringing your wetness into his mouth and down his throat.
You moaned loudly for him, pulling his face harder against you by his hair, and he reached up and grabbed one of your hands, lacing his fingers with yours over one of your thighs.
He moved his mouth up to your clit, drawing random shapes over it with the tip of his tongue lazily while he curled two fingers into you. He moved clumsily, like he wasnât exactly sure of what he was doing but just wanted to make you feel good, and what he was doing was definitely working. What he lacked in experience he more than made up for in eagerness and love, and when he moaned around your clit, and you nearly screamed.
âJesus Christ, Joon, fuck. God, your mouth is⌠mmm, god, youâre so fucking good, that feels so good, Joonie, Joonieââ You cut yourself off with a long, agonized cry as Namjoon sucked your clit into his mouth hard, swirling his tongue around it as he suctioned his mouth and moved his fingers inside you faster. You repeated a chorus of nothing but his name between breathy moans as you held onto his hair with your free hand, your other hand squeezing his.
You gasped when you came, your whole body tensing as you saw stars and every nerve in your body exploded in pleasure. Your mouth hung open in a silent scream as you failed to breathe, your lungs tightening and your orgasm only building and building as Namjoon kept moving his tongue and fingers. You felt like you were floating in space, millions of stars around you all bursting at once, the entire universe stopping for you and Namjoon and the love you felt for each other.
After a moment, you took in a shaky breath, trying to recover while your mind was still mush. Namjoon was still moving his mouth on you, now licking up your wetness at your entrance and moaning to himself at the taste. If he kept that up, you were going to come again, and soon.
You moaned, pulling on his hair enough for him to look up at you, not stopping what his mouth was doing. You pleaded with your eyes, whimpering and pulling his hair again, and he put his lips to your entrance one last time, this time spreading his lips as wide as possible and sucking as he slowly closed his mouth. You gasped and almost screamed at the sensation of him actually drinking you, desperate to taste you.
Your second orgasm was smaller, making you shudder and gasp for just a moment before steadily breathing deeply as you tried to recover again. You looked down at him, barely able to lift your head; Namjoon was kissing your thigh, your hips, pressing gentle kisses to your skin as he slowly worked his way up your stomach. You could see how hard he was, his precum glistening on the head of his cock as it bounced against his stomach with his movements.
You started to reach down to grasp him, but he gently stopped you, bringing your hand back up by your head and lacing his fingers with yours. He kissed your collarbone, leaving a trail of wet kiss spots all over your body, your own wetness in the shape of his lips and chin.
âPlease, Joonie,â you hummed, and he came back to you, kissing your lips slowly and letting you taste yourself on him. You wrapped your legs around him tightly as he lined himself up with your entrance, moaning when you felt the head of his cock against your folds, gasping when he started slowly sliding into you, every amazing inch of him filling and stretching you.
Namjoon buried his face in your neck, the length of his nose pressed against the curve of your jaw. He turned his head enough to kiss your neck, feeling your rapid, heavy pulse with his lips.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he murmured against your neck, not opening his eyes. âSo fucking tight and wet for me, my angel, my princess, my heart, my love. I love you so fucking much.â He kissed your neck again gently before pushing all the way into you and bottoming out, the stretch so wonderfully tight and full. You cried out, spreading your legs further and higher for him, grabbing at his shoulders, scraping your fingernails down his back as he filled you up so completely.
Namjoon pulled out slowly and then pushed in again, rocking into you. You were desperate, nearly delirious and just about ready to cry if he didnât start moving faster. He seemed to just barely be holding on by a thread, his own orgasm already one sudden movement away from overwhelming him.
âGod, Jesus Christ, Joon, fuck,â you cried, close to actually in tears now. You started to say something else but it turned into a small whimper as he thrust into you again, hard.
âI love you,â he groaned against your neck, âI love you so much, Y/NâŚâ Your name turned into a long moan as he began his slow, torturous pace, both of you so close to the edge already. You didnât know how he was possibly going so slow still, other than the fact he must want to torture you.
âGo faster, please,â you cried out, holding onto his shoulders as tight as you could and digging in your fingernails. âI need you so bad, Joonie. God, fuck me, pleaseâŚâ
âI love you, angel,â he said, kissing your shoulder. He picked up the pace a little, but it wasnât enough. âI love you, baby, I love you so much. I love you, I love youââ
âGo fucking faster, now, pleaseâŚâ you sobbed, pulling his hair, making him hiss in pain, but he listened, reaching down and holding your hip with one hand as he started pounding into you, the force of it making the bed creak and your breasts bounce with each quick, powerful thrust. You were long past gone, moaning loudly with each exhale, and Namjoon groaned and grunted, his head against your shoulder as the two of you moved together, you rolling your hips up to meet him thrust for thrust.
Namjoon broke first. His orgasm hit him suddenly and he tried to keep moving, his thrusts sloppy, erratic, and uneven as he spilled into you, his mouth hanging open and eyes squeezed shut. He let out a long groan until he ran out of air, and then he didnât inhale again until he finished, suddenly and harshly gasping in again, his whole body shaking in your arms.
He reached down and rubbed your clit furiously, and you only lasted a few seconds before you gasped too, clenching around his still half-hard erection inside you, which only made him groan in overstimulation as you squeezed and spasmed around him, gasping nothing but his name and feeling nothing but him, your love, your Namjoon.
Namjoon somehow managed to keep himself from collapsing on top of you. He moved to the side enough to fall beside you, one of his legs still between your thighs as he laid on his stomach, slightly turned in toward you. His hand moved up to cup and stroke your cheek as he lazily kissed your shoulder.
âI love you too, Joonie,â you said between shaky breaths, your vision almost blurry from lust and exhaustion and a dumb happy smile on your face. âI love you, I love you, I love you.â
X.
You laid there for a little while together before you eventually went another round, this time as slow as Namjoon had wanted to go the first time.
When you came this time, your orgasm had to have lasted at least five full minutes (or at least, it felt like that) as Namjoon kept moving in and out of you, keeping up his steady, slow, overwhelming movements that left you delirious with his cock inside you, his thumb on your clit, and his lips on yours, breathing in every moan of his name.
After you both laid there a while again, lazy in post coital haze, you eventually got up and went to your roomâs personal little bathroom, where you turned on the tiny shower and let it warm up. You stood there feeling the waterâs temperature with your hand while Namjoon stood behind you, arms wrapped around you and lips on your neck. It was like he couldnât go more than a few minutes without saying âI love you,â not that you were complaining.
You showered together, Namjoon standing behind you the whole time and washing your body for you. He massaged your breasts, hands sudsy as the warm water fell down over them as he kissed your neck, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear. One of his hands fell down to your folds, stroking you slowly as his other hand moved to your breast, arm wrapping around you so that his forearm could also press against your nipple, stimulating and touching both of your breasts at once.
Namjoon slid two fingers into you as he kissed your temple. You could feel him hard against your ass, and that feeling made your eyes flutter.
âYou donât know how many times Iâve dreamt of touching you, pleasing you, making love to you,â he murmured into your hair. You responded with an agonized moan, reaching back and holding onto his shoulder for support. âIâve wanted you like this since we first met. I dreamed about eating your perfect little pussy so many times, doing exactly this to you, feeling you squeeze my cock like you did earlier when you came so prettily. Youâre better than anything I ever couldâve imagined though, baby. Your pussy tastes like heaven and feels even better. Youâre so fucking perfect, princess, I love you so much, more than my heart can bare.â
You felt like he had to be bending you over slightly, his firm chest against your back. You swore you could actually feel his cock throbbing.
âI need you,â you moaned, your eyes closed as you felt nothing but his hands.
âIâm here,â he said, kissing your cheek. âIâm here, angel. I love you.â
âNeed you inside me,â you said, spreading your legs to stand with your feet braced wider apart. âI love you, too, Joonie. PleaseâŚâ
Namjoon didnât need to be told twice. Hooking his arm around your waist for support, he bent you both over a little more, sliding into you from behind in one smooth motion. You cried out in ecstasy, he felt so good and big and yours.
It was fast and sloppy; he hugged you against him with both arms while you braced yourself on the tile wall in front of you. The sound of skin smacking against wet skin, his hips hitting your ass coupled with both your quiet moans and the wet squelching of him moving hard and fast inside you, echoing off the tile walls with the sound of the running water. He filled you so perfectly, stretched you out so far, you felt like he was fucking up into your guts, so hard and deep and good.
You came at the same time, Namjoon groaning and squeezing you harder as your eyes rolled back in your head.
When youâd both recovered some, you stood there under the water, still in the same position. You both knew base rules about wasting water, so you needed to wrap this up, but neither of you wanted to move.
You eventually got out and dried off, both of you getting ready for bed with the toiletries provided by the base. He couldnât keep his hands off of you the whole time though, so the whole process probably took three times longer than it shouldâve.
When you both finished, he pulled you to him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as he kissed you, his hands spreading out on your bare back. Namjoonâs tongue slowly swirled with yours as he let out a small, contented hum, and he wrapped your legs up around his body, supporting you with one hand on your back and the other on your thigh.
Namjoon walked to your bed, carrying you, and laid down with you on top of him. You didnât end up going another round, but you kissed for a while until eventually you started to move off of him to sleep beside him. Namjoon, though, held you there on top of him, keeping you there.
He murmured a soft little âplease,â stroking your back gently, begging you to stay where you were on top of him. You laid back down and kissed right over his heart, before turning your head and resting your cheek on his chest, nuzzling in against him to sleep as he pulled the sheets up around you both.
You were safe in his arms. The world around you didnât matter; not the people down the hall, not anything outside the base, none of it. The whole universe was just you and Namjoon in this bed, and nothing else existed. He was yours, and you were his.
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tags; college au. angst. confession. fwb. drugs. fluff if you squint.
The first thing you registered was the light buzzing - no, vibrating of Sunaâs phone. Much too dazed by your sleep, you didnât wonder who was blowing up his messages this late at night. Raising up the sheets to shield your naked body from the cold, you tried to get some sleep, but Sunaâs incessant tossing kept you from doing so.
You finally turned to him, eyes squinting at his illuminated face. âWhy the fuck is your screen so bright?â You groaned and nuzzled into his chest, wrapping an arm around his bare torso. He merely chuckled, quickly putting away the phone.
âWhy so cranky, you just woke up,â despite speaking in hushed sentences, his voice still dripped with mocking. Suna placed his hand on your hip, and though it remained in its station for a few seconds, he soon started trailing his fingers along your waistline.
âCan you even call it waking up? I didnât sleep at all,â he cocked his head at that, bringing you in closer to him. âI guess Iâm at fault for that.â
You smiled quietly, clearing your head as much as possible to get a wink of sleep, though you knew heâd be up and going soon. It had been a few weeks since the...incident, if thatâs what you could call it. Nothing changed, really, for better or for worse. Sometimes he was more careful around you, but your relationship was only good for sex. Thatâs what you had to remind yourself, right? But everything remaining the same was what bugged you. You knew better than to demand more because this was never meant to go past fuck buddies. And while he started coming to you slightly less high, sometimes even seemingly sober, you knew better than to get your hopes up.
With your head like this on his chest, you could hear his heartbeat. Steady. Steady, while yours seemed to always mess up and skip around him. And yet with the slow rhythm of his heart, of his breathing, you surrendered to sleep.
When you woke up again, the sunlight was already rudely peeping past your curtains, and the other side of the bed was empty. Still adjusting to the light, you looked around the room slowly, filled with a strange relief when you found Suna dressing up.
âPractice?â You rubbed your eyes carefully, putting on a hoodie and wobbling when you stood up to reach him. He smiled arrogantly as he ran a hand through his hair, proud of the mess he made of you.
âYeah. I gotta stop to get something on the way, so Iâm heading out now.â His voice was still raspy from sleeping, some of his locks awkwardly falling over his eyes.
Though you wanted to smile at the sight, you knew he was talking about his plug and picking up shit from him. It wasnât that you judged him for smoking - if that had been your preference, you wouldâve known better than to get involved. You and Suna started out as friends, and you had been good friends for a long time at that. Some of the boys on the team always smoked together, and you almost always happened to be there with a few other girls, sometimes even taking a hit youâd be offered. Some of those girls were flings youâd never see again, others were girlfriends. But you were just a friend at the time, not thinking much of the tall and laid-back middle blocker.
âWill you be there tonight? For the party, I mean,â he spoke casually, sitting down on sheets that now smelled like him. âIâm not too sure. I have an assignment due, and I have to be up early tomorrow,â he nodded from his place, tying his boots. You hadnât been going to many parties lately. The semester nearly ending meant your workload was accumulating, which also meant seeing Suna less. It was at parties and gatherings that you really got to see him, anyway - he was always busy with volleyball and zooted out of his mind most nights he was free. Your thoughts were abruptly cut when you felt his lips press against your forehead, finding an apologetic smile when you looked up.
âYouâre starting to bore me,â he joked, but it still made your smile falter. You wanted to give yourself a good slap; since when had you become such a crybaby?
âIâm gonna go now, donât miss me too much,â Suna stood in the door, offering a charming wink.
âBye, loser,â you smiled back before shutting the door right in his face.
You had tuned into your laptop to absorb every piece of information from the lecture, or at least try to, as you sat in the library. A quick glance at the clock told you it was nearly midnight. Surprisingly, the library was open all night for students to study - go figure, maybe they guessed most procrastinate until the night thereof. You were taking a few sips from your drink when your phone lit up for an incoming call.
âRin?â You spoke quietly, not bothering to decipher what the background noise was on his end.
âBaby! You picked up,â his voice was lighter than usual, a mixture of sweetness and relaxation. Suna was the type to become touchy when he was intoxicated, whether by alcohol or drugs. His hands wandered everywhere and he became extremely affectionate, even cuddly, though it was mostly him grabbing your ass. You had only ever seen it for yourself; it was what he did when you were around, and you didnât have the heart to ask what he did, or who he did it with, when you were absent.
âWhatâs up?â You let out a sigh as you leaned back in your chair, fingers toying with the straw of your cup.
âI wanna see you,â he spoke and you guessed he had walked out of whatever room he was in.
âIâm studying right now. I told you, remember?â
âMm, yeah, yeah, you did,â Suna grumbled before a sharp noise echoed through the line, followed by a curse.
âYou okay?â
âYeah, just knocked some shit over. Anyways, come on, just take a break.â You took in a sharp breath, wanting to knock your head against the wall. You knew when to say no, but when it came to him that never meant it was easy.
âI really canât, Rin. If you just want a girl all over you, call someone else,â you flinched at your own tone, stupefied by the coldness of it.
Whilst you were pondering the source of your sudden anger, Suna was chuckling, probably shaking his head. âHey, hey, whereâs that coming from?â
âWell, Iâm just giving you a disclaimer. Iâd love to be there, but my grade for this class is desperately crying for help,â you laughed, hoping to cover up whatever that had been.
âSo what? I just call someone else?â
âIf thatâs what you want right now,â you frowned, a detestable panic rushing through you. It was so stupid to even suggest so in the first place, what were you hoping to accomplish? Maybe you just wanted to check for yourself what happened when you werenât there to satisfy him.
âUnfair, much?â He sighed, and you wished you were facing him right now, if only to catch a glimpse of what goes through his mind.
âHow?â You ventured with a gulp, heart pounding against its cage.
âYouâre the only girl who doesnât sober me up,â your stomach twisted onto itself at the smirk on his voice. You felt sick yet couldnât point down the reason why - there were several. You being foolish enough to even think of this fact as a confession, him only calling you because he just wanted his high to last. Was he using you? The thought raced through your mind, along with a few scenes of you laying next to him.
âHey,â he blurted out seriously. Between you only remained the loudest silence you had heard.
âHey,â you were utterly breathless, struggling for air as your lungs closed up and rebelled against your will. You wondered if this was truly so shocking. While you were in the back of his hair, this fear was always forced to the back of your mind. You had knowingly mistaken every moment for more than it was.
âAre you o-â
âI need to go, actually. Iâm still at the library, so I should head home. Have fun, yeah?â
Before he could even reply, you ended the call, gripping your phone so tightly that your knuckles went white.
The ride to your apartment was loathsome, to say the least. Not even the loud music could keep you away from your thoughts long enough. You turned the engine off and made your way to the elevator. In the process of searching through your backpack, your phone almost slipped from your hands when you jumped in surprise, startled at the arm sticking through the closing doors.
Your heart dropped when they opened up to reveal a panting Suna staring right through you.
âRin, what are you doing here?â You stammered when he pressed the button to your floor, nearing your figure.
âI came here to see you,â he was still slightly out of breath, eyes scanning you as if they were searching for something. Had he run for so long?
You took a look at your handwatch and cringed. It was late, but not late enough for him to come knock at your door.
âThought youâd be busy until later,â you replied dryly, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
âYeah, well, change of plans.â His sleazy eyes never left you, and you regretted not taking the stairs.
âIâm sorry I made you come all the way here, but you should go-â You stared at the hand wrapped around your wrist that pulled you closer until you stumbled forward.
âDonât do that.â
You chuckled viciously, a sound that bruised him. âSorry Iâm not really in the mood to have sex right now.â
âYou know thatâs not what Iâm here for.â Suna started to be visibly frustrated, or at least you thought so by the strength with which he was gripping the pole behind you.
âThen why are you here? Thatâs all weâve ever done, Suna,â the name rolled off your tongue awkwardly, and as distasteful as it was for you, his flinch made it clear that he disliked it even more. The elevator doors opened and you walked out, straight to your apartment with the hopes that heâd stay behind.
âOh, so now weâre back to the last-name basis?â You felt him right behind you, his heavy breathing audible.
âIâm sorry, okay?â You half-assed the apology as you struggled with your keys, the slight shake in your hands slowing you down.
After stepping inside, you turned just in time to see his shake head.
âWhy are you being like this all of a sudden?â
Your eyes rolled back at his indifference. How could he be so dense? Was he feigning innocence like this was a game to the both of you? It may have been for him, but not for you.
âI donât know!â A step towards him and you were already too close. You felt claustrophobic from the way he hovered above you. âMaybe because I feel fucking stupid? I know thereâs nothing between us, Iâm well aware,â the laugh that formed in your throat was bitter, yet it didnât compare to the tightening of your chest. âBut this just isnât what I want anymore.â
Suna looked at you as if you had gone insane, unaware of the slight craze in his amber eyes. âWhat do you want?â He grabbed onto the door, stepping forward until he had cleared his way inside.
âNot this, not whatever you want out of me.â
The grin on his face, unlike his usual striking ones, branded an emotion he had never worn before. âWhich is?â
âMaking you cum while youâre high, apparently,â you sneered back, tearing his hand away from the door.
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding,â Suna gritted through his teeth, slamming the door shut. You groaned, debating how hard you would have to smack his head with your backpack to give him a concussion.
âOh, am I? You said so yourself.â
âYouâre twisting my words,â he pointed his finger at you accusingly, fuming with every breath.
âHow so?â This time you didnât back off. Instead, you hit his chest, resisting the urge to claw at it so heâd at least keep a distance. âIf you care to explain, go right ahead!â
âI never said thatâs all I want,â his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose in an effort to keep calm, which was turning out difficult for the both of you.
âRight, because only seeing you after you've smoked wasnât enough of a message. I donât even see you throughout the day!â
âHow is that only my fault? You never told me you wanted something else, and you were as happy to fuck as I was whenever I knocked on your door.â You could only scoff at his words, amazed he could even dare to try and blame you.
âYou know damn well this isnât on me. I'm not the unavailable one, I'm not the one that's always gone until it's convenient. I'm not the one who barges in and acts like they own me, or did you forget about that already?â You had begun to scream out without realizing, but the rage you felt burning through the cracks of your heart was urging to be released.
Suna stood there quietly, staring at you with distant eyes, like he was too busy making sense of his own thoughts to even mind yours. When the clock ticked away and he had still not spoken a word, you inhaled, bracing yourself.
âListen, this was nice. And Iâd like to stay as a friend, so letâs just leave it at this. If you had plainly admitted that all you ever wanted was sex, I wouldâbe been slightly better now.â The words were calculated and detached as you held onto the sleeves of your cardigan.
âYouâre not fucking getting it, itâs not just the sex that I want,â Suna finally mumbled, but your hand was already placed on the knob.
âWell it's all you ever cared to ask for.â You opened the door and stepped away, unable to look anywhere but at the floor.
âWhen I said I didn't wanna leave you, I didn't mean- I meantâŚâ each word was a separate struggle, and you lacked the strength to bear it any longer.
âWhat did you mean, Rintaro?â You only offered a tired smile as he stood there once again like a fish out of water. A silent challenge he never took on.
It only took you a few seconds to decide to push him from behind towards the door. You were angry, and heartbroken, and definitely not okay, but something like this was not worth losing him over. Despite everything, he had been a great friend before.
âHave a good night,â and with that, you spelled away the image of the tall brunette you came to adore.
You were still dripping from your long shower, the robe you wore doing little to collect the water before it hit the floor. It was early afternoon, not even 24 hours after the fight, yet it felt like an eternity had passed. You hadnât heard from Suna at all, and a part of you wondered if you would soon or if he would disappear for a while. Shaking the thoughts away, you walked over to the kitchen to grab a drink when the doorbell rang. You frowned, scrambling your brain for anything your friends had said about coming over, but you were sure none had the plans to visit. The moment you opened the door, the scent of musk and ginger washed over you.
âPlease donât shut the door on me, you seem to have taken a liking to it,â he blabbered out as soon as your eyes met. You hesitated, shifting your weight on your feet.
âWhat are you doing here?â
âGive me a chance?â You frowned, scanning his face for ulterior motives but all you found was honesty. Despite it, your stomach sank at the sight. Though you didnât know if you had wanted to see him or not, you wouldnât have imagined it would be this hard.
âRin, really, what are you-â You couldnât finish your sentence, too bewildered to properly speak. Another glance at his face told you he was sober - he even looked more put together than he usually did, though it looked like his volleyball uniform was under his outerwear.
âFor someone who was so upset, you should at least give me the opportunity,â he joked tediously, ignoring the dense air that had formed between you two.
His smile was rueful, and genuine from what you could see. âJust...let me do this properly. Dress up and letâs go to my game,â he announced, hints of timidity teetering his voice.
You simply gazed at him, lips forming a thin line. âWhat are you doing? Just- what are you planning?â
âNothing!â He swallowed down, raising up the hand that was holding two bags. You raised an eyebrow at it, unamused. âHere, I got you something.â
Receiving it from his cold hands, you looked carefully into it before digging through it. âYouâre joking,â you hissed, dangling the pink lingerie in front of his face.
He was smug, toying with you for his pleasure as always. You would have too if you had not been in this situation.
âIt was a joke. Thatâs not...really what,â he quickly delved into the other bag, holding out a small, black box. You surveyed it before cocking your head, taking it from him and opening it. The necklace inside was pretty - beautiful, actually. But you didnât want his money, you wanted him, which was likely a harder request. âItâs not gifts that I want, Rin,â you sighed, now painfully aware that he would never be something you could predict.
âI know that, angel. But I never treated you, or did something nice for you, and most guys do with, you know,â he trailed off, eyes darting away from your face.
âMy problem is you only calling me when youâre high. That issue wonât be solved with gifts,â you massaged your temple, slowly becoming a mess as you tried to put the pieces together and figure out what he was doing.
âIâm not a damn addict, princess. Itâs not all I fucking care about,â Suna swore as he leaned against the door frame.
âI know that! I never said you were, but you canât just go from only giving me that to acting as if you actually want us to be something more. So tell me, how am I supposed to feel?â Though your voice nearly broke, you held onto the door - determined to at least stand your ground. You had been clear with him. You had specified you couldnât do this anymore, so the least he could do is respect that.
His eyes narrowed for a moment, glimmering ever so briefly that you wondered if the change had been a figment of your imagination. âListenâ I've never,â his chest trembled with a breath before he continued. âI've never been in love with someone, alright? I donât know how it fucking feels, and that was the last thing I planned on doing. And donât get me wrong, I was hooked on you from the very beginning. But then suddenly you're the only person Iâm attracted to,â Sunaâs voice was uncharacteristically weak, threatening to crack at any moment. âAnd believe me it wasnât for lack of trying, because while my dick was inside someone else, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to see you. And I didnât- I donât know how to process that, all that you fucking make me feel. I donât even know if I want to process it at all, if Iâm being sincere.â His lips lifted into a pained smile that didnât reach his tormented eyes. âBut when you ended that call, you sounded so hurt I panicked. And I don't have a plan, and I'm rambling, and this is probably the most Iâve ever said at once, but if I know something, itâs that I can't let it end here,â his throat bobbed but his steps to you were resolute. You almost turned away when his hands cupped your cheek, spanning the skin delicately.
You couldnât find your voice for all it was worth. It was hard to tell whether your brain was working faster than your heart.
âYou say that, but,â you jerked when you felt a tear trickling down your cheek. Sunaâs fingers stuttered undecidedly, but his thumb wiped away the salty trail. âAssuming you truly felt that way, you never acted on it. Actually, you acted very differently,â you hiccuped, biting the inside of your cheek in shame.
âYou want me to be honest with you? I feel like such a mess around you, like I might explode. Itâs easier to deal with that in certain situations. Hence me restricting our time with each other to me being high,â Suna murmured, shrugging a shoulder. âIâm sorry. I didnât know how to deal with it. I was scared all the good Iâd ever do for you is a nice fuck. What if thatâs all I get until I mess up? Youâve got it so together and Iâm here, not even able to talk about my stupid feelings.â
You gaped at his pale face: the beautiful carving of his features, the slight quavering of his bottom lip, the long eyelashes framing half-mast eyes.
âYou mean that?â
He laughed at your simple question, likely expecting more after everything he had let out. You wanted to give him more, but you were unable to, still trapped in your fear that it would all be fake.
âI do. And Iâm sure it canât just be me who feels like this.â With a look at you, he pinched your cheek gently, looking for an answer.
âItâs not just you. Obviously,â you grumbled disapprovingly. It was pretty obvious to you, but he still smiled sweetly, the frenzy in his face slowly fading.
âIâll probably miserably fail, but I at least wanna try. I wanna do this â with you. So please let me. And if itâs not enough for you even after that, then I wonât waste your time anymore. But give me the chance.�� His hands lowered to your jaw and neck while he spoke the words, forcing you into a retreat.
âRin, do you even know how relationships work?â You scoffed, quirking your eyebrows at the boy.
âYes. No. In theory?â You couldnât help but laugh at his response. He really was awfully cute sometimes.
You eyed his waist, reluctantly deciding to wrap your arms around it with a heavy sigh. âIâll probably regret this and get my heart broken.â
âHopefully itâs not your heart that gets broken,â Rin quickly added, looking down at your body with a sneaky grin. You glared at him, hiding away the smile on your lips.
âYou know we have to like- go on dates. During the day and all?â
He nodded like this was a work interview and he was expecting the question.
âOkay, so get ready. Letâs go to my game,â he signaled over to your room given your bathrobe, but you could only stare at him cautiously.
âI mean it. Come cheer for me,â Rin leaned down to you with the whisper, reaching your eye level. You nodded, rushing to get dressed once he planted a kiss on your cheek.
âYou know,â he started off casually, grabbing your hand. âI mightâve cried if you hadnât come back with me.â
âOh, really?â You smirked at him, curiosity filling you.
Swiftly noticing your mood shift, he explained. âWell I talked to some friends...for advice, or whatever. So if I had showed back alone, those two jerks wouldâve never let me hear the end of it.â
He squeezed your hand as laughter soared through you, your free hand traveling to your abdomen when it began hurting. âSeriously?â You added when you managed to control the laughter, gaining a glare from Suna.
âSeriously.â
When your eyes had returned to the road ahead of you, he lifted your intertwined hands to his mouth, kissing the back of your palm.
âIâll do this, so just donât complain anymore okay?â
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jealousy, part 2, draco x reader
pairing: draco malfoy x reader word count: 1,6k summary: you and ron becomes closer as you help him study, draco doesnât take this new relationship well. a/n: here you guys go !! part 2 of jealously,, iâm in shock as to how many of u liked part one !! iâve gotten such amazing feedback and it makes me super happy so thank u so so much <3 iâm gonna be completely honest tho and let u guys know im really unhappy with this one , i feel like it could be a lot better and i might actually rewrite it at some point . but hopefully itâs somewhat ok, enjoy !! <3 READ PART 1 HERE
warnings: TW !!! mentions psychical abuse
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The following week was exhausting. You hadnât seen Draco for a couple of days, doing everything you could to actively avoid him. The truth was you were scared. You were terrified, to say the very least. You had no clue what to say to him at this point, afraid that you were just going to make him even more upset than he already was. You didnât even know if you two were a couple anymore, and the thought of it made your heart shatter into a million pieces.
You also distanced yourself from Ron. You knew the whole situation happened because of your friendship with Ron, and the only solution you could come up with was simply to stop being friends with Ron. He had approached you multiple times, asking you if you were free and wanted to go study, but you had declined each offer. You felt absolutely terrible, you truly did like Ron and you enjoyed spending time with him. But you knew your relationship with Draco was more important than any friend you had and at this point, youâd give up everything to fix your relationship.
It felt so hopeless. You skipped every class you had with the blond boy, you didnât even dare look his way whenever you walked into the great hall to eat breakfast, petrified of your eyes meeting his icy ones. Today was no different. Everyone was in class, everyone but you. You knew you would have to face Draco sooner or later, today was just not the day. You were sitting in the library, trying your best to distract yourself by reading a book. However, it wasnât going too well. You couldnât focus on any of the words and your thoughts kept wandering off, thinking about other things. Suddenly, a warm hand was placed on your shoulder, making you snap out fo your thoughts. ââWhy arenât you in class, Y/N?ââ A similar voice said behind you, making you turn around so you could see who the person was. In front of you stood Ron. ââRon,ââ You let out, feeling somewhat relieved it was only Ron. You shut the book close as the red-haired boy sat down in the chair next to you. ââYou scared me.ââ You chuckled lightly, looking down at your lap where your hands were resting. ââSorry about that,ââ Ron answered. ââBut why arenât you in class?ââ He repeated himself.Â
You didnât know what to tell him. You knew it wasnât a secret that you were avoiding Draco, but you still couldnât bring yourself to admit it. ââI just,ââ You started, biting your bottom lip nervously. You were still staring at your hands, nervously playing with them. You just couldnât bring yourself to look at the boy in front of you. ââI have to go.ââ You blurted out, quickly standing up. ââY/N! Wait,ââ Ron let out behind you, standing up as well. ââWhatâs going on with you?ââ Worry lingered in his voice, and you couldnât blame him.
You felt your bottom lip starting to tremble. That was when you noticed the tears that were welling up in your eyes, making you shut them close to prevent the tears from hitting your cheeks. ââWhatever it is thatâs going on, Iâm here for you, you know?ââ He said, placing his hand on your shoulder once again. You took a deep, shaky breath as you turned around and fell straight into his arms. You could tell he was surprised, but quickly wrapped his arms around you. You let the tears fall silently down your cheeks. ââHey, itâs okay,ââ He mumbled as he stroke your back using one of his hands, the other one holding the back of your head. ââI think Draco broke up with me,ââ You quietly whispered into his shoulder, tears still falling from your eyes. ââBloody hell Malfoy,ââ Ron muttered under his breath, pulling you closer to him.
At this point, you didnât even care about the whole ignoring Ron thing you had planned to keep until you fixed things with Draco. The feeling of someone holding you and being there to comfort you finally made you feel a little bit better. Ronâs warm hands were nothing compared to Dracoâs cold, lanky hands but it didnât matter at this point. ââIâll walk you to your dorm,ââ He mumbled as he pulled away from the hug, spotting your tear-filled face. He slowly wiped the tears away using his thumbs, making you nod. ââYou can start walking, okay? I just need to go get my things and then Iâll catch up with you.ââ He said, giving you a small smile. You nodded once again, giving him half a smile.
The halls were empty. You werenât complaining though, you didnât want anyone to see you like this; like a crying mess. You slowly walked down the hall, taking your time as you looked out each window you passed. The weather had somewhat cleared up, dark clouds still covering the sky. ââY/N?ââ A voice suddenly called out, making you turn your head to the side. And there he was. His eyes were dark, not the usual bright blue color they always used to be. As soon as your eyes met his, your heart dropped. You felt your throat tighten up as you felt completely paralyzed. You felt your eyes widen as you suddenly realized that you had to get away, quickly. You turned around, quickly making your way down the hall without saying a word to the blond boy. ââNo, wait!ââ He shouted behind you, grabbing your wrist.
Your wrist. The same wrist he had grabbed that night. The same wrist that now had a bright red mark from his tight grip. You felt the pain shot up your arm, making your eyes well up with tears once again as you cried out in pain. You quickly snatched your wrist away, holding it with your other arm as you bit your lower lip in pain. Draco looked at you in confusion before looking down at your arm, spotting the red mark. He felt the guiltiness and pain hit him all at once. His heart dropped as he realized it was him that had left that mark. ââY/N,ââ He whispered, his facial expression softening. You quickly looked up at him, tears falling from your eyes as you took a shaky breath. He slowly reached out to you, making you jump.Â
He froze. ââIâm not going to hurt you,ââ He let out, pain and shame lingering in his voice as his eyes teared up. ââPlease donât be scared of me, I would never hurt you,ââ He continued, shaking his head as a tear hit his cheek. Draco had never felt such pain. He had felt pain multiple times during his lifetime, but nothing could compare to the pain he was currently feeling. You just stood there, staring at the boy in front of you. You didnât know what to say or do, so you just let the tears fall down your cheeks. ââIâm so sorry, please let me hold you,ââ He mumbled as he tried his best to hold back the rest of the tears, slowly walking towards you. You watched as he got closer to you, terrified of what could happen next. But Draco slowly put his arms around your waist, burying his head between your neck and shoulder. You felt a sob escape his lips.
ââIâm so sorry,ââ He kept repeating it over and over again between sobs. You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, you had never seen him in this state before. ââI donât know what happened. I was just so angry,ââ He sobbed. ââBut why?ââ You whispered back. ââBecause I really thought I was losing you,ââ Draco responded. You slowly pulled away, Draco looking at you in fear as you did so. ââPlease donât go,ââ He whimpered, his bottom lip trembling. You grabbed his hands as you shook your head. ââIâm not leaving, Draco.ââ The boy in front of you closed his eyes as he grabbed onto your hands harder, like he was scared you were going to leave anyway. ââIâm so sorry for saying all those things,ââ He cried, pulling you back into a tight hug.
This time he placed his head on top of yours, placing one hand behind your head and the other one on your back. ââAnd Iâm so incredibly sorry for hurting you like that,ââ He whispered. You pulled yourself closer to him, placing your head on his chest. You could hear his heart racing, as well as his shaky breath. ââI will never lay a finger on you again, I promise,ââ He continued, making you sigh. ââPlease just hold me Draco.ââ You whispered, causing the taller boy to pull you closer to him immediately. You closed your eyes as a tear escaped from your eye, Draco pressing multiple kisses on top of your head.
You knew it would take a while to forgive Draco, but it didnât matter. You were willing to do anything for him, just like he was willing to do anything for you. ââââą*.・:・âą*.:・â§*.・â°*.:・â§*.・:・*.・⹠âââ
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