#but no matter what- i plan on playing it e x t e n s i v e l y

[allovertheplace-writing]

playing stardew with ridgeside installed-

im hoping to write for some of the characters soon :3

[bullyhunter--69]

can you do a markiplier x little sister ? i need some sort of e s c a p e p l e a s e

Snack runs at 2am

Pairing: (PLATONIC) Big Brother! Markiplier x Little Sister! Reader (I'm imagining the reader to be like 17/18ish but it doesn't really matter honestly)

Summery: Boring days lead to equally boring nights filled with sleeplessness and hunger. Since Mark stole all of your snacks for the video he filmed with Ethan that day, you figured he might as well pay you back, right?

T/W: none! Just some good 'ol fluff!

A/N: my first request! I absolutely love big bro Mark and stuff like this is always so fun to write, I hope you guys enjoy! 🖤

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Bang

Bang

BANG!

Each of the kitchen cabinet doors opened and slammed shut, progressively getting louder to match your frustration. Did Mark really have to take ALL of your sacred snacks, just because him and Ethan were filming and needed something to fulfill their hunger during it? Why couldn't they have just ordered pizza-- or even gotten McDonald's!?

With a heavy sigh, you spun around and leaned your back against the counter top. It took all of 3 seconds for this new, glorious plan to form within your magnificent brain.

The gas station down the street was open 24-hours.

And Mark was going to take you and buy you anything you wanted.

It was the least a big brother could do after ruining your late night youtube binge session by being a hog and eating all of your snacks.

With hushed footsteps you ran as fast and quietly as possible up the stairs and to Mark's bedroom. All caution stopped though when you threw his door open and jumped onto the foot of his bed, bouncing slightly as the weight on the poor mattress was now being distributed between 2 bodies and not just 1.

You made sure to jump onto a spot that was far enough away to where his attacks wouldn't get you, and boy were you glad you did. The sheets were thrown off of the bed and big, hairy limbs went everywhere. Legs kicked and arms swung, followed by various curses and threats after the initial scream died down. It's safe to say, Mark was definitely awake now.

"--OR ELSE I SWEAR I'LL REENACT THE BITE OF '87 ON YOU-- (Y/N)?" His voice was softer now and heavily dripping with confusion as he rubbed his eyes and tried to make out the shape of you in the dark, but your giggles and snorts from his empty threats gave you away instantly.

"What, the fuck, was that for?" The bedroom lamp now on and illuminating the room with soft light showed his ridiculously messy hair, and his hoodie on your body that you stole because he kept the house insanely cold.

"Get clothes on. You're taking me to the gas station down the road because you and Ethan-you big pigs- ate all of my sacred snacks." You punctuated your statement by crossing your arms after throwing the shirt that was laying on the foot of his bed at him. "I think I deserve it."

Mark's face began to dawn the most deadpan expression you've ever seen on him. The bags under his eyes were darkened by the shadows and how his hair framed his face. Exhaustion filled every invisible wrinkle upon him. He looked completely wiped out from the day he had spent filming and editing, but honestly? You could still see his lips starting to bend into a smile as he pulled his shirt on.

Within the next five minutes, you were both seated in his car and on the way to the gas station, having opted to drive since it was cold outside. The radio station played softly as you cruised down the completely dead road.

After pulling in and parking in the spot right beside the door, you both got out and entered the gas station. You skipped right back to the aisle with the chips and candy as Mark made a B-line to the fridge with the energy drinks. You met up with Mark just a few minutes later, a mix of snacks, candy, and drinks overflowing from your arms. You never typically took advantage of the times Mark spent money on you, but this was different! He ate all of your necessary snacks so this was just him repaying you!

Dumping everything on the counter, the elderly lady behind the counter started scanning everything for you while striking up a sweet conversation with Mark, as she always did when you two came in for snacks or gas. Before you knew it though, you were back in the car with at least 7 bags filled to the brim.

You looked over at Mark as he buckled his seatbelt into place. "Thank you Mark, I know you ate all my snacks, but this makes up for it." You laughed, but it got interrupted by a yawn. Mark looked over to you and followed with a laugh of his own, reaching over to ruffle your head. "I'm sorry for eating all of your snacks, kid. Let's get back to bed, yeah?"

You nodded in agreement and buckled yourself in, relaxing back in the comfy seat as Mark started driving.

"I'm still gonna beat Ethan's ass, he isn't off the hook just because you are."

[suvidrache]

NSFW Alphabet - Hidan

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 700 / Read it on AO3 | Wattpad

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Unless you plan on bathing, he will leave you alone, so he can sleep. He's selfish like that.

B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He doesn't have a favorite. He loves everything about himself. Mostly his arms and abs, if he must pick something. For you, he loves your ass. Touching it, looking at it, anything at all.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

It's a white color and sort of salty. He will not do anything to make it taste different or better. There is nothing wrong with him.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Loves to smell and get himself off on your undergarments when you're away. If you confronted him on it, he would proudly admit what he's done. He has no secrets.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's had a few previous partners, but none have really stuck around. 

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying)

Any of them, he loves sex and would be down to try any and all positions. Maybe ones that involve a mirror.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's very serious. He takes pride in what he does. He wouldn't make jokes, but rather teasing remarks, just to make you flustered.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps it trimmed. Yes, they're a darker color than his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Not very, but he will leave marks. Going somewhere with your neck exposed? Too bad, and don't you dare cover them up. Show the world who you belong to.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

At least once or twice a day.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Marking, scratching, breath play, BDSM, overstimulation, edging, blood play.

L = Location (favorite places to do it)

Anywhere it doesn't matter, but mostly in places where you shouldn't be doing such things. As well as places that you might get caught in.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything really, he is ready to go anywhere and at any time. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turnoffs)

A threesome, you belong to him and him only. Anyone that is suggested will be murdered.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Receiving he is a selfish man. If he did decide to give you some, he would come close to making you overstimulated.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It would depend on the day, but rough and hard.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves quickies! He would be down to do them anywhere and at any time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, he loves trying new things. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

3-5 for about 40 minutes.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Surprisingly, no, he doesn't own any. When you suggested them, he bought some, and would use them on you. Very rarely could you try them on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

All the time, he loves how badly you want him and how much you beg for him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not too loud, but he isn't quiet either. He moans and grunts.

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon for the character)

He would love to do it in Kakuzu's house, just to mess with him.

X = X-Ray (size, appearance, etc.)

He's an 8½, lighter towards the tip, the tip is a light pink. Some veins are noticeable and he is cut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high, he would have sex at least twice daily, if you let him.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep directly afterwards, unless you plan on bathing.

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[allandoflimbo]

I  C  E    P R I N C E S S  8

Pairings: Popular Girl!Reader x Outkast!Bucky

Explicit Content - Smut - NO MINORS

Summary:

Bucky Barnes is the quiet boy who gets picked on.

The Reader and her friends run with the popular crowd at Stark High.

As the Winter Ball approaches, she is partnered with Bucky Barnes for a class project. They grow close in an inadvertently secret friendship, which later turns into love.

Only catch is…she’s Steve Roger’s ex girlfriend, and before she was partnered up with Bucky, her friends had planned to use and turn Bucky into Stark High’s new it boy to try and get back at Steve; a disgusting bet.

Another catch: She’s a figure skater at the town’s arena every Tuesday and Thursday nights. Bucky works part time at the rink resurfacing the ice. The other doesn’t know.

Modern AU High School fic - later goes into adulthood.

M A S T E R P A G E - FULL SERIES

Warnings: This story will have a lot of angst, a lot of fluff, a lot of cursing, and a lot of sex. Oral, praise kink, body worship, overstimulation, etc. you know me. There will also be loss of virginity in this.

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"Like I said, I have to be out of there by seven again today."

"Can't you just quit your job?"

Bucky smiles at you so hard his eyes squint.

You have to bite your lip and look away.

"You're silly." He says quietly.

You shrug with a smile.

"Come on, today's lesson is actually really fun."

He's already packing up.

"I know, but I can't I'm sorry." When he sees your puppy dog eyes staring up at him, he considers telling you the truth.

You catch the look on his face immediately. He's holding something back that he doesn't want to hold onto.

"What is it?" You ask quietly, this time more concerned.

He sighs.

"My mom. You saw her. She has cystic fibrosis. She also has a lot of bills that my dad can't handle on his own, no matter how much he tries to tell me he can." He says.

It clicks in your head.

"You work to help pay for her medical bills."

Bucky nods.

"Yeah. So you can see why I can't stay, no matter how much I'd really like to."

His words make your tummy flutter and you both clear your throat.

"I understand." You gesture to the desk, "Don't forget the quiches I made for your parents. I'll see you at school tomorrow, Bucky."

He looks at the quiches and back to you and something happens.

His heart flutters.

Shit.

"Bye, Y/N/." He grabs his little container, the one from the same set that you have ready for him almost every week.

When he's outside your door, he takes in a deep breath.

Shit. Shit.

The mystical music was playing again. It wasn't the same song, but it had to be the same girl.

At first, he had been okay with it and he admired it, but now he was kind of getting annoyed.

He could've spent an extra hour with you if he had known this girl would be back here again tonight.

His heart skips at realizing the thought that just ran through his mind.

He feels his nerves pick up and he finds himself walking to the direction of the music, preparing to ask this girl if this would now be an every day occurrence for her, and also how did she have the permission to have it all to herself in the first place.

He walks into the arena.

This time, all the lights are off except for the one directly on the ice itself.

Crap. He forgot how good this girl was.

How captivating her movements were.

She's dancing gracefully, skating her heart and soul out. The music's just about to hit its peak when she turns around in his direction, and his heart just about beats out of his chest.

Even more so when your eyes meet his.

It was you.

Something happens to him in that insistence. Something changes.

He can hear his blood in his ears and the heaviness in his chest and it consumes him.

Little did he know that the same exact things were happening to you as you stared back at him.

You're both just standing there looking at each other when, finally, you're the first to speak up.

"Did you follow me?" But he can't hear you over the music. He can't hear you over his racing heart. You skate over to your wireless speaker next to your phone that's on the ledge and pause it. It's dead silent as you watch him come down the steps closer to you. You look up again once your Spotify app is closed, "Did you follow me?" You ask again.

He eyes you up and down in a way that sends shivers down your spine.

That look on his face did something to you.

"No, I work here." He says. His voice is a rumble as he says it.

You look at him properly now that he's close to you.

How have you never noticed how hot he was?

Or did you always notice but it just felt different this time?

Was it the way he was looking at you?

Was it because this is the first person outside your family who ever saw you skate before?

Which one was it?

You feel your cheeks heat up instantly and you clear your throat and look away.

"Oh." You say.

Bucky looks down and bites his bottom lip.

"Yeah." He whispers back, trying to still force that feeling away. Whatever that feeling even was.

He looks up at you through his lashes.

"What exactly do you do?" You ask him with a squint.

He quickly catches onto your playful tone. You were teasing him to see if he really did work here and wasn't lying.

He gives you a light chuckle.

"I clean the ice."

"With the zamboni?"

"No, manually. Just two days a week." You hum a response. He tilts his head at you when you get a certain look on your face, like you were up to something, "What?" He asks.

"Grab a pair of skates." You say.

He raises both his brows at you.

"Excuse me?"

You motion with your head to the cabinet of skates, trying to hide your growing smile as much as you could.

"You're skating with me. I need to practice and since you're here, we'll make the most of it." You answer. Bucky's gone pale now. He looks physically and literally terrified. Especially when you start skating backwards, eyes still glue on him like a prey. "Come on, hurry up." You add.

"No, I don't..." his voice trails off as he watches you move and he gulps, "I don't skate. I don't know how." His voice is timid is he says it.

He really was afraid.

"I'll teach you. I promise, you'll be safe with me."

Bucky thinks about this.

He really does.

He knows he's screwed the second you gave him those little puppy dog eyes of yours again.

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If someone could take a photo right now of this moment, you would thank them for the rest of your life.

There was nothing funnier than seeing Bucky holding onto the edge of the wall of the rink for his dear life, his eyes squinting together, and his legs going in opposite directions and out of control.

Eventually he was able to get them straight but he still held onto the wall.

"Bucky. You work in an ice rink and you don't know how to skate?"

"I wear ice shoes! Not two pieces of sharp metal!" He shouts, "I'm not crazy." He mumbles the last part.

You smile and skate over to him.

He relaxes just slightly when he feels you come up behind him. Your hands go to his arms and he feels the goosebumps on his skin. He feels them even more when you drag your hands to his waist, your front flush up against him.

His heart speeds up.

What were you doing?

He feels you tug him back.

"No!" He shouts, hands tightening on the wall.

"Bucky! You're not going to fall, I promise. We'll go slow, okay? You can hold my hand and the other can stay on the wall."

He closes his eyes again and takes a few deep breaths.

"Promise?"

You chuckle.

"I promise."

"It's not funny. Don't laugh." Your face goes serious in a millisecond and you make it into a serious pout. You shake your head for added effect.

"It's not funny." You repeat his words back to him and tug him once more, "Come on."

Slowly, but surely, he turns until he is next to you.

His left hand stays on the wall, but his right one quickly finds your hand.

He holds you tight.

"Relax. Shhh." You tell him, trying to ignore the way his skin feels soft against yours, "Just don't think about it. We'll move and talk. That's all."

It takes him a few deep breaths for him to finally take his first glide.

You show him the proper way.

He's a few feet from where you both were when you turn to look at him. Your heart flutters as you feel his fingers tightening over the back of your hand.

"I used to be scared, too. Right after the accident," his hand squeezes yours again in response, "Our car slid on black ice and we hit a snow bank." He looks over to look at you as you continue, "I still get scared sometimes, especially when I have those memories," you look at him and your eyes meet, "but there is something that feels so amazing about conquering the thing that has also destroyed something in your life."

You look away and continue to skate slowly.

"Have you always been a figure skater?" He asks.

"Yeah, since I was a little girl. My parents always wanted me to go to the Olympics."

He senses your tone and he looks down at the ice.

"But it's not what you want." It's a statement.

You shake your head.

"No. No it's not."

He gives you another squeeze.

"What is it that you want?" He asks you so quietly you almost don't hear him.

"I've applied to some schools. Then, I want to go to med school. I know it's random but I'd love to maybe see if I can be an Anesthesiologist. Maybe."

He wasn't expecting that. It was oddly specific.

"Is there something specific about it that intrigues you?"

You smile, and he swears he can see your eye twinkle.

"Did you know that in open heart surgery, they use ice to stop your heart?"

Bucky swallows and shakes his head.

"No," you feel him run this thumb over the back of your hand, "What else?"

"The power of the drugs is beyond earthly. People don't realize much power is an anesthesiologist's hand. It's amazing what they do, but it's also amazing how much they contribute to saving someone's life. Especially in trauma cases."

He gets it.

Your brother.

"You should go after it." He tells you.

You feel a hot flush on your neck and you smile.

"How about you?"

"I have never figure skated once in my life." Bucky starts, and it makes you laugh. It makes him laugh too.

"I mean after graduation."

You both skate for a few more seconds in silence before he responds.

"Yale. Law and Journalism."

"Wow."

"Carrerr goal is news anchor and journalist correspondent for the white house."

You just know you have the funniest look on your face right now.

"Damn. That's very oddly specific but also very prestigious? I don't even know. How do you even get into that?"

He squeezes your hand again.

"Get my undergraduate at Yale, transfer to Fordham University back at home. After my attorney license, work on my journalism degree. Meanwhile interning local news places and then trying to make my way up. It'll be hard but I'll try. Even if it's a secret service job, I'll be fine with that."

"That sounds like you have it all planned out." You say.

He shrugs.

"I try to be optimistic in a world that's ready to hand you nothing but shit."

He doesn't realize he made a full round in the rink until now.

You're reaching for his other hand with your other free one and you're pulling him closer into the center of the rink.

He's too distracted to tell.

"Tell me more." You tell him.

"I miss New York." You start to very slowly spin him in a wide circle, "I'm going back for the summer, right before college."

You grin.

"You're gonna tell everyone there how a girl in a small town taught you how to ice skate?"

He squeezes his eyes at you playfully.

"Maybe."

You pull his arm a little farther away from yours and his eyes go wide.

"Y/N." His voice is a warning tone.

"I'm not letting go," you keep the tips of your fingers connected. You turn around and start pulling him behind you, "Just concentrate on anything else, don't think too hard,"

"I'll be thinking too hard about how i'll get back at you when you make me fall."

Your eyes are closed and you're still pulling him behind you, a big smile on your face.

"Just relax!"

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" His tone is fearful but his laughter is heartfelt and loud.

"So are you."

You keep speeding up bit by bit.

"I can't, you're going too fast—"

"—It's fine, we are not—"

Before you can finish, a big wall of muscle hits you from behind and you're toppling forward onto the ground.

It hurt.

You're wondering why he hasn't said anything, when instead you realize your moans of pain aren't just yours. You also feel the heat over your body, consuming you entirely.

Opening your eyes, you look up to see Bucky laying on top of you, his mouth leveled with your forehead.

When his eyes open and he stares down at you, your breath skips and you see how blue his eyes really were.

You're both staring at each other breathing hard when the moment is ruined by your skate hitting his shin.

He moans again and then laughs into the crook of your neck.

"Ouch." His hand goes to your waist and he squeezes you there, "You alright?"

You can only nod, not trusting your voice to speak.

What was happening?

It takes him a deep breath and few moments to finally fully himself off of you.

When you sit up on your elbows you see him already sitting with his back against the wall.

"You okay?" You ask him, trying to contain your emotions as best as you could.

"I'll stick to my ice shoes." He says.

You chuckle and rest your forehead on your knees to catch your breath.

He watches you, instantly very afraid of the foreign feeling he's never felt before but had only seen in movies.

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[namjooningelsewhere]

Break Me, Heal Me

➤ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader , Platonic Taehyung x Reader

➤Angst: Angst (Shit Ton of it), Smut(Mature Content), Fluff.

➤Rating: 18+

➤Warning(s): Swearing, self doubts, crying,Cheating, Lies, Yoongi is a a**h**e. Mentions of smut, sexual content, male and female oral receiving, nipple play, dirty talk, sexual tension(lots of it), jealous sex, fingering, hickeys, big dick!Yoongi, lots of dirty talk, cream-pie, hair pulling, Little Manhandling during sex. Reader is pretty heartbroken, But shes also badass. ➤Au: Idol au, cheating au, established relationship au. ➤Word Count: 16.7k ➤Summary: You watched Yoongi love you like no tomorrow, You watched Yoongi make you his center of his universe, You also watched Yoongi become your warmth on the coldest days, But you also saw Yoongi going cold, You watched him lie to your face, You also watched him giving his love to someone else. The love that broke you, was also the love that healed you.

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You make me feel like a Firefly. Trapped in a bell jar; Starved for love.

You waited for your boyfriend, looking at your watch in embarrassment. It was already past an hour, he had planned this date and promised to be there on time. But it certainly looked like he had forgotten the plans he made.

The waitress looked at you apologetically, giving you sympathy through her eyes, which refused to slip out in the form of words.

You tried calling your boyfriend again but got directed straight to his voicemail. You should have known. He was definitely going to forget it. His work always t his breathlessness in his voice, if you didn't know any better you could've been fooled.

"Hey babe, anything wrong? I'm kinda in the middle of something?" His voice echoed through the phone. You were prepared to give him an earful but something in you told you otherwise.

ook precedence over you and though you knew what you signed up for when you had started dating Min Yoongi, a world-famous rapper, wanted by millions of fans, you just wanted an ounce of his time. That's all you ever wanted.

Was just wanting to spend one night or one date with your boyfriend selfish?

You apologetically bowed to the waitress and moved out of the hotel. You were still dressed for the occasion. Fuming, you went to your car, deciding to drive to your boyfriend's work to give him a piece of your mind. You stepped on the gas pedal not giving a flying fuck if you ran over traffic lights or sped. You were mad and you were going to make sure Min Yoongi knew it!

You parked your car in the underground parking lot of his company and just before you unbuckle your seatbelt, two people in the distance caught your eye.

You froze!

Leaning on his car, was your boyfriend and a girl in his arms, making out heavily as their life depended on it! Your eyes widened at the sight before you, you fumbled for your phone in your clutch and looked at the couple before you, they weren't still making an effort to pull away.

You dialed your boyfriend's number and waited for the ring, you saw them pause for a second when Yoongi grabbed his phone from his pocket but he took a look at the screen and placed it on the hood of the car.

You seethed in your seat and dialed his number again only to be disconnected the same way as before. You hit the steering wheel in anger. How dare he.

You dialed again and this time the girl pulled away and mumbled something. Yoongi picked the phone from the hood and answered it. It was easy to make out"Where are you?" You tried to sound as sweet and as nonchalant as possible, and you swore you heard a groan on the other end. Your eyes widened when you saw the girl dip her mouth on your boyfriend's neck while he playfully grabbed her ass.

"At the studio". He answered curtly and you hummed. Before you could answer he hung up! He actually hung up on you. He pulled the girl closer and kissed her again while his hands played with her ass and her waist while her fingers ran through his hair.

The bitch in you screamed to get out of the car and kick their asses this second but somehow you were already expecting it. It's just that you got the confirmation right now.

Yours and Yoongi's relationship began in a blissful beginning like every other relationship, there was this honeymoon phase where Yoongi made you feel like you were the bloody center of his universe.

You knew him like the back of your hand on your first anniversary, you gave him his space and that's what Yoongi always loved about you. You never imposed it. You always supported him in however way you could and he did the same for you.

He was a famous idol and a rapper along with his other three bandmates, Jin, Namjoon, and Hoseok. They loved you and became very good friends. You had found a family away from your family and you were thankful to have Yoongi in your life.

Everything went smooth sailing until last year when suddenly Yoongi began to distance himself from you. He was still the same Yoongi, but something had definitely changed in the way things had been before.

He started avoiding conversations, he started to float away from you, soon forgetting the dates started, and the lack of intimacy followed.

Yoongi and you had an amazing sex life m, he understood your body like his own and there was a burning passion in the way he touched you, a fire in the way he claimed you, or a desire in the way he made love to you. But all of that went missing. Now when he touched it was a chore that he wanted to get it over with rather than something he craved, like it was before.

And now, you exactly knew where all of them went. You started the engine and drove out of the secluded parking lot, taking one last look at your boyfriend who still happened to be in the same spot tangled in another woman's arm.

You had no idea how you were going to deal with this but you would make sure you were not going to be a sob story in this.

You were hurt, betrayed and your trust was broken but you definitely weren't going to sit there and cry while your boyfriend had the time of his life.

We both drowned under the waves of the words we weren't saying!!

You opened the door to your shared apartment and turned on the lights. You glanced at the empty and cold space. It resembles striking a chord with your heart.

When had things become like this, When had he actually stopped loving you, and tried to find someone else.

Self-doubt began plaguing your mind and kept creeping up though you pushed it away. It definitely wasn't you, no! You had nothing wrong. You loved him, you still do. You hadn't deprived him of your attention, in fact, he did, yet you haven't strayed.

You tried fixing it, but it only patched up the cracks it never healed. You threw your clutch on the floor in anger and all the pent up pain and anger and tears came crashing down, you cried to your heart's content with your back on the door, you crashed on the floor, holding your head in your hands as Yoongi's betrayal came down in bits and waves to you.

You screamed your heart out, letting out all the pain into the empty apartment. You stopped when your throat went sore and your eyes threatened to pop out, this was the last time you were going to grieve for the loss of his love. You were not going to give him the satisfaction of your pain, no you weren't going to be the victim here.

If anything you were definitely going to be the one who was going to have the last laugh.

You stripped out of your clothes and entered the shower, letting the hot water ease the tension in your muscles. You ran your fingers through your hair letting the water run through your scalp. You lathered your favorite body wash in extra amounts hoping to wash away all the remains of today.

You finished your nighttime routine and wiped your hair for one last time before walking out naked into your closet.

Your thoughts hadn't allowed you to hear the opening of the front door, neither the opening of the bedroom door nor your walk-in closet door. You stopped a moment when you saw the light to the wardrobe on, Yoongi was home.

You threw the towel in the hamper before whistling the tune of your fav song, walking stark naked in the closet whistling like you didn't give a flying fuck to your boyfriend's shell-shocked face or his eyes wide like saucers.

"Oh you're home" you stopped whistling when you saw him, gave him a light smile, and resumed your whistling again while rummaging through your clothes.

Instead of choosing your usual lace, you opted for the comfortable cotton ones you weren't going to get any so why not? you didn't realize Yoongi hadn't replied yet, his expression was still the same. You couldn't care less.

You smirked a little when you saw the tent in his pants while you made sure your ass was on full display for him while you looked for your oversized t-shirt.

You were quite shameless when it came to your boyfriend but walking around the house naked had been the first one.

You didn't wait for a response while you wore your panties and t-shirt and walked straight out to your bed leaving your shocked boyfriend.

You settled under the covers, still whistling the tune while you browsed Instagram on your phone, you saw Yoongi enter the bathroom from the corner of your eye but made sure you didn't look at him directly.

You were trying your best to whistle something different, when yoongi reentered the bedroom, he closed the door behind him in the wardrobe and in a minute you could hear light murmurs of his voice. You rolled your eyes at his poor attempt of hiding it and mentally slapped yourself for the poor attempt of not recognizing the signs before.

In a few minutes, the door opened and the bed dipped beside you. You chose to ignore your boyfriend just as you were about to place your phone on the nightstand your phone vibrated, You frowned at the name of the contact, Baekhyun.

"If it is another stupid favor I'm refusing Baek, I'm sleepy good night." You tried to end the call but his pleas paused your action, you could feel Yoongi's eyes on you as you sat up listening to the information.

"And you want me to interview them?" Your eyes glowed with excitement.

"Don't worry Baek, This is going to be a hell of an interview and one hell of a reunion though. What time did you say?"

"Got it" you noted the address in your notepad and you ended the call.

"What was that about?" Yoongi's voice broke the train of thoughts and you placed the phone on your nightstand and turned to him.

"Oh, that? I'm interviewing Tae tomorrow." Yoongi's eyes widened at your reference to Tae and you chuckled.

"Tae?"

"Yup, Tae! Kim Taehyung! The gorgeous and one of the most successful models, He was my classmate back in college, we've been in touch through but the devil became a star and we lost touch. It's going to be fun tomorrow" you rubbed your hands in glee before throwing the covers over your head without waiting for Yoongi's response.

It hurt. It definitely hurt. But what hurt more was the fact that he had the balls to sleep next to you and pretend as nothing happened or like he wasn't shoving tongue down somebody else's throat just a while ago.

Fuck it. If it hurts or not it wasn't your business he should have thought about it before cheating on you

You got ready as per usual the next day, Yoongi had left early as usual. You made yourself the strongest coffee that your soul could take and drove towards the hotel, where Taehyung was shooting.

You parked your car, looking around the full parking lot, it Was a busy day maybe. But your assumption turned right way too soon when you entered the lobby when one of the stylists and makeup no one's recognized you.

"Y/N! Nice to see you. Yoongi is in the lobby, near the waiting area."

Yoongi was here? Perfect!

"Oh no, I'm not here for Yoongi. I'm here to interview Kim Taehyung." You bowed politely and they giggled.

"Oh my god. He is so gorgeous" they swooned over the man. You smiled lightly, Taehyung literally had an effect on people. One look at the man's godly features and you were done for.

You walked into the lobby, watching the crew of BTS politely bow to you, all of them recognized you by now and soon enough you spotted Yoongi and his eyes widened for a second before returning to the stoic expression on his face. You walked straight past him, without acknowledging him and he frowned.

You waited for your crew by the waiting area, just as they walked in, a loud and deep baritone voice boomed through the lobby.

"Yo Tiny"

"Yo Meanie" you waved back and Taehyung pulled you into a bear hug and spun you around like he just met the love of his life and you giggled. You were well versed with Taes physical affections, that was his way of showing he cared.

"Put me down before I pass out Tae"

"How the hell have you been Tiny?" He ruffled your hair and you slapped his hand away.

"Good good.. you tell me how have you been Taetae?"

"Amazing as always" he led you to the restaurant, pulling out a chair for you when you reached the table that was booked for the interview.

"We have a lot to catch up on but let's get done with this first?" The crew set up the cameras and the mics and you began the interview.

Taehyung was a charm, the camera loved him and he made sure it would always be. He had such a different side to him on the camera, the one which was very poised, charming, and Sophisticated. But off the lens, the man was a terror, mischievous, witty and he knew exactly how to use his good looks to swoon people.

The interview went smoothly, quite interesting. The magazine was definitely going to have a field day with this edition with Tae as the cover and all you had to do was schedule his cover shoot.

The crew left once the interview ended, and Tae insisted for you to stay back for lunch.

"You're here for good?" You asked as you cut a piece of your steak and Tae hummed.

"Yup. New York was good and all but I think Seoul feels more like home"

"Can't agree more"

You chatted for an hour when you realized you had to get back to the office, and Taehyung offered to walk you up to your car.

"Let me know when we can schedule the shoot alright? We can get it done quickly. I know you're super busy"

"I'll always have time for you tiny, don't worry" he hugged you but stopped midway.

"Tiny do you happen to know that guy in the black mask? I think he's seconds away from kicking my ass" He gestured at someone behind you and you immediately understood what he meant.

"Mint hair, feline eyes, and black suit?" You asked without looking back and he looked at you and nodded. You didn't turn back but stood leaning on your car.

"That's my boyfriend. Min Yoongi" his eyes widened at your revelation and you chuckled looking at his amusement.

"You're dating Min Yoongi?"

"Unfortunately"

"What the fuck?" You chuckled at his amusement, you were used to this kind of reaction. There were very few people who knew about your love life, and the most common reaction they could have was Min Yoongi, you mean Min Yoongi?

"Yeah I know, he's way out of my league"

"No no not that, I thought he was dating Solar. I swear it was him at the party last week. And I am as hell sure it was Solar" he mumbled and the only thing you were glad about is you could put a name to that face.

So Yoongi was dating Solar! The idol.

"Oh" Was all you could manage, feeling the anger and the rage again, So his affair wasn't confined to the closed spaces but he was actually taking her to parties as well.

You never attended parties with Yoongi because like he said, You cannot be sure what could ever come out of those, You might be papped, or worse words could come out. These things never meant more to you than your man, his choice of work demanded his presence in such parties, and who were you to stand in the way.

"You knew this didn't you?"

You nodded silently and Tae pulled you in for another hug, this time it felt like more of a comforting hug, you felt his chin on top of your head and you leaned in his touch.

"I have to go now, but I promise we will talk about this when we meet up for the shoot alright?" You said and separated yourself from him and he quickly fished for his phone from his pocket.

"Here punch in your number and it doesn't have to be necessary regarding work okay! I'm here if you need to talk. I think we definitely can go back to the way we were '' he touched your arm lightly and you put in your number on his phone.

"You take care okay Tiny" he gave one look behind and the expression on his face was enough to tell you that Yoongi was still looking. He quickly kissed your forehead and waved a bye before he went inside again. You were left alone with your boyfriend who actually didn't bother talking to you, well actually neither did you.

"You two seem pretty close huh?" Yoongi's voice scared you somewhat even though you expected him to ask you but it was a little sudden considering it wasn't even a minute ago that Tae had left.

"Yeah he's a darling" you laughed fondly while you unlocked the car door and got in. You started the engine and put your windows down.

"I'll see you at home" And without waiting for his response, you drove off.

The work stretched out a little bit longer and by the time you were done with the video and the bits that would go up into the magazine it was already past ten. You cracked your neck and grabbed your bag and made your way down to the parking lot, mentally deciding on the food that you needed to order once you got home.

“What the actual fuck?” You gasped at the state of your home. The dining area was lit in a romantic ambiance and you had to actually rub your eyes to confirm the scene in front of you. Yoongi stood in front of the counter, wearing an apron and cooking something.

“Jagiya You're home” Yoongi's sweet voice brought you back to your present situation.

“What is all this Yoongi?”

“Can I surprise my girlfriend?” He kissed your cheek and pulled you in a brief hug, He took your purse and fondly pinched your cheek before pushing you towards your bedroom to change.

“Go and change love, Dinner will be ready by the time you're done”

You closed the door behind you and sighed, thoughts running wild. Yoongi had never bothered to come home on time in the past year, forget about cooking something for you. Did that mean he broke off things with her? Or was he too guilty of something, that he was just trying to lessen it up by doing something nice for you in return? Deciding not to judge too early, You freshen up and move down. Just as you were about to enter the dining area, A voice caught your attention.

“I had so much fun babe, I can't believe it took us long to do this. Can't wait to hear you scream my name again.” Yoongi whispered and you peeked inside. Your heart broke into a million pieces seeing the shy smile on his face. So this is what all this is about. He slept with her for the first time today. The Guilt was making him throw you a pity party. You had to be foolish for thinking he was doing it for love.

“Okay baby, Gotta go. Love you.” He quickly hung up the phone and you sat on the chair near the counter.

“Who was that?”

“Oh nothing, just a work call.” He lied through his teeth and you clenched your fists on your dress. He lied so casually, there wasn't even the slightest guilt in his voice.

He spoke to you about his day and carried the conversation normally. If you didn't know any better the old you would have jumped in joy at so much affection from your boyfriend, Considering his attention and affection both had become a luxury for you.

You cleared the table and washed the dishes while Yoongi watched TV in the hall. His phone was on the counter and suddenly curiosity took over. You knew his passcode. You pressed the power button and the first thing you noticed was that he had changed his wallpaper. He earlier had a wallpaper of you and him that you had taken last year when you were vacationing in the US.

You typed in his passcode which was your anniversary, but unfortunately, that didn't work either. So he had changed his passcode and wallpaper. He had successfully erased your traces from his phone.

You put down the phone in defeat, You already knew everything, there was no need to dig out anything. You placed the phone down in its previous position and before you left, a ding from his phone caught your attention. A message had popped up, and the contents of it made your blood boil.

“I miss you, baby, Come see me:)”

The contact name made you laugh more than anything. Kim Namjoon (Work).

How Creative.

You silently made your way to the bedroom and got under the covers, scrolling through the phone. You started counting on your fingers. Within the count of ten, he would definitely come in to grab his jacket and mumble a poor excuse of “Hey babe, Something at work came up.”

You had just counted till six when the door opened and Yoongi walked in.

“Hey, babe something came up at work. Need to go” He quickly walked in the closet and went to grab his jacket.

You laughed bitterly. How many times did he make a fool out of you under this excuse?

The door closed and you slid in the covers, tears running freely from your eyes. He left you alone in your home, giving shitty excuses to fuck another woman. You cried from pain in your own shared bed, while another woman would cry out in ecstasy.

You wiped your tears. This wasn't going to be the last time you were crying for your love, but you realized that you no longer had the same love you had for Yoongi. Gone was your boyfriend and in his place was a man who just lied and lied and lied to you.

“Hey Tiny”

“Hey Meanie,” You said back dejectedly, and immediately caught up with the change in your tone.

“Feeling down?’’ He asked sincerely and you sighed.

“Kind of” You replied. You heard some shuffling on the other end followed by a click of a door.

“What are you up to?” His voice sounded somewhat serious.

“Just planning to leave work, Done for the day.” You quipped back and he hummed.

“Why don't you do something? Come over to my set. We can talk”

“Umm Tae I'm not quite sure– he cut you off immediately as if he knew what exactly your answer was going to be.

“Just come already Tiny” He immediately disconnected and you received his text with the address of his set.

You packed up for the day and headed towards the set. You were accustomed to the larger-than-life sets for the brands considering you worked as an editor for a fashion magazine, but this Vogue GQ set was actually something else. The lights and the costumes and the poise in the set, not to mention the gorgeous humans walking the space just enhanced it more.

You paused to watch Tae being photographed, he was literally looking like an angel. Untouchable and very unreal.

“And it's a wrap! Good work everyone.” The director's voice brought back the harsh lights to the sets, dissolving the blue undertones focused on Tae. People rushed past you. Some to wrap up and some to clear off the sets and some to attend to Tae. You stood by the side watching the scene unfold.

“Hey Tiny” You smiled at his boxy grin, he always looked so cheerful, ever ready to take away someone's pain with that smile and the light in his eyes. You waved back, as his manager led you to his dressing room.

He walked in and immediately went away to change while his stylists cleared up his changes and the rest of the accessories. You waited for him to arrive, checking out the dressing room and the long array of his changes. Everything was so fascinating.

“How have you been babe?” Tae walked out of the changing room, barefaced and freshly changed.

“Good” You replied half-heartedly.

“Yeah, you look perfect. That sulking on your face is doing a pretty good job though.”

“Tae?”

“What's wrong? And I am dying to know why you are still stuck around that douche if you already knew he was cheating on you?”

“I don't know, okay, I literally don't know. I don't know if I'm waiting for things to change or if I am waiting for him to change." You answered firmly hoping he would catch the undertone of it, yet not judging you at the same time.

“As if he's going to change.”

He answered without thinking and you smiled a little. Before you went separate ways after finishing college, Tae and you happened to be very good friends, Friends that never dated yet knew everything about each other. You were a little less than best friends but way more than friends. You kept in touch for a while after college, but life happened and just like the majority of friends in your circle, Both of you lost touch.

“I don't know yet how I am going to do that. But I don't want to be the you know who's a mess when the guy she loves dumps her for a gorgeous girl and all she does is cry and remember their love and fondle it or something.”

“Go on” He urged you to continue and you took a deep breath.

“I know he's cheating on me, I've caught his lies first handedly and I've also seen him in action too right in front of my eyes. But somehow I don't want to cry my eyes out or accuse him and then try to move on. This isn't how I want to part with him. You know?” You fiddled with your watch without looking up, just hoping that at this point whatever you're saying is making sense and you are not rambling.

“Interesting.” Tae crosses his legs over his knee and motions you to go on.

“I want to end it in a way that I'm not coming out of this as a sob story, if I'm leaving il to leave happy not a fucking crying mess” You ended your little speech and looked up at Tae who was already smirking.

“You really are something else you know.”

“Yeah right.” You rolled your eyes, if you were really something else then your boyfriend wouldn't be out there cheating on you, and neither would you be sitting here across from your friend telling him you want your boyfriend to feel the same pain that you're feeling.

“Not Really.”

“You know the only way he is going to feel what you're feeling is when you're not around him anymore. We don't actually realize the worth of the best things until we lose them."

"I know”

“you know there is another way out of this” Tae jumped a little in his seat and your eyes widened.

“What?” You asked with confusion.

“Date me"

"What the fuck meanie?"

"I am not asking you to date me for a real dummy, just fake dating. You know me and besides, you know I will never take advantage of you and you're comfortable with me. It will definitely look more real.”

“Or” He stopped midway.

“You can just go download a shitty dating app, mingle for real, hookup for real and then it would work out in your favor or no, No guarantee.” He finished.

"Ewww no."

“Then what are you thinking?"

“I don't think this will work Tae, he doesn't pay attention anymore and this will mean nothing"

“What are you thinking?"

"I don't know, maybe try to make him jealous or something? Or maybe ignore him altogether?"

"Don't worry we will figure this out"

"Okay."

You sank back in your chair a little and took a deep breath, Tae got up and sat beside you.

“Babe no more of these sad smiles alright? Time to throw them right back where they came from.” He hugged you from the side and you smiled a little.

Maybe this idea wasn't that bad and crazy like it sounded, Maybe you would be able to throw away the sad smiles back to where they came from- Yoongi. You were for sure going to return the pain he had caused you, Maybe a little more.

“You wanna come with me to meet my friends?"

"Who are your friends?"

"Friends from a big hit, TXT! I am meeting them tomorrow, come with me. Those kids are super fun, They will love you.

"Okay"

"Just drop by on time to big hit tomorrow."

Flashback

“Jagiya wake up.” Yoongi's soft voice cut through your sleep, You blinked and opened your eyes slowly adjusting to the light in the room. You woke up with confusion trying to look around what was wrong. Yoongi sat by your side, slowly caressing your cheek.

“Baby, what's wrong? “ You looked at him with concern, still unable to figure out what's wrong. It had to be way past midnight, and you remember sleeping at the usual time cuddling with Yoongi while he played with your hair. Yoongi scooted closer to you and took your hand

“Jagi, I need you to come down.” He got up from the bed and stretched out a hand for you, You quickly got down and took his hand. Your mind quickly started to assume the worst and your breathing quickened, Yoongi immediately noticed that and held your hand by his chest.

“Relax Jagi.” He led you down the stairs, and the moment you entered the hallway you gasped at the sight in front of you. Soft candlelight was already spilling by the entrance and you immediately knew this was something that included candles.

“Okay now close your eyes babe.” Yoongi stopped in front of you and you looked at him in confusion. You tried hard to remember if you were forgetting any date or anniversary but judging by his determined voice. You closed your eyes and took his hand to lead you, your mind still stuck trying to remember what you were forgetting.

“Happy Birthday Baby.” Yoongi’s shout brought you back to reality and you slowly opened your eyes. You gasped at the decorated hall, Candles were placed everywhere, rose petals decorating the coffee table, the entire hall was covered in red balloons floating from the ceiling, your photos being tied to the ribbons. Great, you forgot your own birthday.

“Happy birthday my love.” Yoongi placed a kiss on your lips grinning from ear to ear with his cute gummy smile and you literally melted at his gesture. You knew he was busy, extremely busy but he still managed to make time for you.

That was the most beautiful part about your relationship with Yoongi, You were far from what normal definitions of love were. Yoongi always ran short on time. That was the side effect of his work and being a musical genius, A very talented one at that. You knew you would have to make an extra effort considering how Yoongi often struggled to show he cared, But deep down he did and that was enough for you. You knew what you signed up for when you fell in love with this adorable man, So you had no qualms to make things work in his way. His work demanded his time and passion and he worked extremely hard on it. The least you could do was make it easier where you could.

“Yoongi, this is so beautiful. Thank you. This means the world to me.” You hugged him, Tears spilling freely on his Fear Of God t-shirt leaving a wet patch. You stifled in his warm embrace, The only place you ever wanted to be.

“Baby, why are you crying?” Yoongi patted your head and gently pulled you out of his embrace, he stroked his fingers on your wet cheeks and wiped away your tears.

“This is so good, You were so busy with the comeback. Yet you made time for me, To do all of this?” Yoongi laughed and placed a gentle kiss on your lips

“I can never be too busy for you baby. Especially on your birthday? Never.” He gently led you down towards the coffee table, You blew the candles and cut the cake. Yoongi clicked some pictures of you and him and soon enough you were laying with him on your shared bed, laying on his naked chest, while he held you tightly and played with your hair.

“Thank you for the surprise baby. It means a lot to me that you planned this knowing you have such a busy schedule.” Yoongi stopped playing with your hair and faced you towards him. He held a finger under your chin to elevate your face to his level and looked deeply into your eyes.

“Jagiya I love you and I always will make time for you. You never have to apologize for me making an effort. I will always keep doing that.” he kissed you deeply and you could feel his sincerity through his kiss and the tight hold he held you in. At that moment you were really thankful to have Yoongi in your life, He meant the world to you.

“I love you Yoongi.”

“I love you too Jagi,” Yoongi whispered in your hair and soon enough you fell asleep to him caressing your hair and your back. You always called his fingers a magic touch. Those warm fingers worked magic when he worked them on your skin, providing a sense of comfort and love and an insane pleasure in other times.

You moaned in your sleep when pleasure shot right through you as you felt something wet against your heat. You shot to open your eyes to the best sight you've laid your eyes on, Yoongi between your legs, his tongue working magic on your sex, Your back arched a little when you felt his tongue enter you while his hands held your thighs apart tightly.

A loud moan escaped your lips, and Yoongi looked up and smiled.

“Morning Beautiful, Happy Birthday.” You moaned in an answer as he sucked a little on your clit, while he lapped up your juices which were flowing freely while your boyfriend's tongue worked on igniting small flames of pleasure into a full raging fire.

“Yoongi, Please” You moaned helplessly when you felt yoongi just giving you kitten licks after actually french kissing your pussy seconds ago.

“What do you want, baby?” Yoongi smirked while you squirmed in his tight hole.

“I want to cum yoongi.”

“As you say, princess.” Yoongi dived back into your pussy, greedily mouthing at your weeping hole, while he gently tugged at your clit. He swirled his tongue on your clit and whine escaped your mouth, Yoongi immediately added a finger and began a brutal pace from the beginning. His tongue was attacking your clit while his fingers worked their magic inside you, The coil in you tightened and his pace increased both ways. His tongue swirled and licked at your clit, while his teeth tugged at it and he curled his fingers inside you and the pleasure engulfed your senses, and the coil snapped, Your orgasm washed through you, and black dots appeared in front of your eyes, while you breathed heavily.

“That was fucking incredible.” You breathed out as Yoongi wiped his mouth and got on top of you.

“Enjoying your trip to Hongkong?” Your eyes widened at his statement, confused at what he was trying to imply.

“What? You didn't know?” Yoongi asked, kissing your ears and kitten licking your earlobes.

“Didn't know what?”

“My tongue technology can take you to Hongkong.” He smirked and you hit him playfully on his chest. Only Min Yoongi could make jokes like that after he literally blew your mind off with his tongue.

“Well, what can I say I had the best time.”

“ Good for you, Because I'm not done with you yet.” Yoongi attacked your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses leaving a purple trail on your neck. You gasped as he slowly trailed down to your breasts, blowing cool air on them leaving goosebumps on your skin.

Yoongi gently cupped one hand on your right breast while his other hand traveled down to your pussy, His fingers circled your clit lightly and your breath hitched, feeling an arousal pool at your core.

“Think you can give me another one Jagi?” Yoongi’s finger kept encircling your clit while his other hand gently kept navigating between your breasts.

You couldn't form a sentence between the bouts of pleasure you were feeling, Yoongi took your light moans as a yes, and immediately you felt his finger entering your pussy slowly, while his tongue encircled your nipple. He worked his fingers slowly in and out of you while tongue played with your nipples, licking them gently.

Yoongi replaced his tongue on your nipple with his hand while his tongue encased your other nipple in his mouth. His actions started building up the heat in your core, The similar coil tightening.

Yoongi slowly added another finger and this time his teeth joined the wagon in pleasuring your nipples. He bit around them, Leaving his marks around them as well. His pace increased and so did his sucking on your nipples. Yoongi groaned as he felt you clenching around his fingers and before you knew another orgasm washed through you, leaving a string of oh my gods from your mouth. Yoongi didn't wait for a second and immediately captured your lips with his, you moaned into his mouth giving him a perfect entrance to your mouth.

“Are you on birth control?” He asked in between the kisses, He looked perfectly sexy with the sweat forming on his forehead and his raging boner resting on his stomach. You loved the way his length throbbed on your stomach. You nodded and reached out for his dick but Yoongi immediately stopped you.

“Todays about you baby, You can go down on me another time.” You tried to protest, but that protest immediately died down when Yoongi started kissing you again as his life depended on it.

Yoongi quickly lined himself to your entrance, His delicious length already making you drool at the sight and ran the head of his cock over your pussy. You moaned at the sensations, Yoongi repeated the action once more before bottoming out entirely inside you. Your breath hitched in your throat feeling so full of him. Yoongi lowered his head near your neck, as he paused a second and calmed his heavy breath.

“How do you want it Jagi?” Yoongi moved slowly, You could see every inch of him, Your senses were heightened and your pussy felt like it was made like a perfect fit to him. You were absolutely lost in the pleasure when one particularly hard thrust pulled you out of your thoughts.

“I asked a question, princess,” Yoongi repeated the question with another harsh thrust and you whined,

“Hard. Just fuck me, hard baby.” Yoongi smirked and increased his pace and you felt your eyes roll back in your skull.

“Good girl. Because I plan to fuck your brains out today.” Yoongi increased his pace another notch and this time you were literally screaming from pleasure.

“Fuck! You feel so good, baby.” You mumbled a sentence and Yoongi thrust a little harder making you see stars first thing in the morning.

“Oh Yeah? Do you like this baby? “ Yoongi accentuated every word with a matching thrust and you felt all the sense seeping out of you.

“You feel me? So fucking tight and so fucking deep. This pussy was made for me.” Yoongi repeated the previous action and you felt your insides clenching down on him. Yoongi left a string of curses and you felt him throbbing inside you, signaling he was close.

Yoongi started rubbing circles on your clit while he fucked the living shit out of you, You had screamed his name throughout, while he just increased his pace in return. The pleasure kept building up and a minute later you felt black spots crowding your vision, as your orgasm burst through you, landing on Yoongi's hands and torso.

You felt Yoongi's pace go sloppy and warmth engulfed your pussy as he came inside you. Yoongi fell beside you, both panting heavily as you basked in post-orgasmic bliss.

“That was mind-blowing literally.” you huffed out a sentence and Yoongi just hummed taking your hand into his.

“I love you, baby.” Yoongi kissed your cheek and pulled you closer.

“I love you too Yoongi.”

You woke up alone, Wrapped up in sheets over your naked body and sticky mess between your legs. The spot next to you was empty, You rolled over to Yoongi’s side to feel his scent over the sheets. This morning was absolutely incredible. You lay there for some time and drag yourself out to the bathroom to freshen up. You call out to Yoongi opening the door of your bedroom, Upon not getting an answer you assume he might have gone to work, considering his full schedule.

You hum a song while you shower, The warm water relaxes your muscles, relaxing the little soreness that had crept up considering your early morning shenanigans with your boyfriend. You finish your morning routine and wear a loose shirt and you go down to the kitchen. You connect your phone to the Bluetooth speaker, You play your favorite song while you set the coffee machine to brew your favorite coffee. You sit on the counter waiting for the coffee while you scroll through your social media.

You start humming to the song and moving slightly to the song when two arms snake around your waist, You let out a shriek hitting the pause button on your phone. You turn around to face Yoongi, his face sporting that gummy smile that you love the most.

“What are you doing here?” Yoongi looks at you like you grew a second head. You free yourself from him and move over to the coffee machine to get your cup when Yoongi turns you around and traps you between him and the counter.

“What do you mean? Why am I here?”

“I thought you might have gone to work, You have your comeback in a few days.” You try to wriggle out of his arms, but Yoongi immediately picks you up and places you over the counter, Spreading your legs with his knees and getting between your legs he snakes his arms around your neck.

“You got another thing coming if you think I'm going to leave my baby alone on her birthday.” You blush at his comment and kiss him sweetly, Yoongi smiles into the kiss making your heart flutter.

“You know it isn't like that for me, baby, I know you're busy.” Yoongi shakes his head in disapproval.

“That's why I love you, baby, You always understand me. The least I can do is make your day special.” You kiss his cheek, You suddenly notice the huge bag laid on the counter behind him. Yoongi smiles shyly when he notices your attention on the said bag and moves away from you to unwrap the contents.

“So tell me Princess what do you feel like eating today?”

“Anything you make. Am not choosy you know.” Knowing such a good cook Yoongi was, you were sure anything he would make would be beyond delicious.

Yoongi thinks for a second before deciding something in his mind, while you drink your coffee.

“Spaghetti with meatballs it is.” He strokes your cheek and gets to work while you watch your man work with such concentration that swells your heart. How on earth did you get so lucky, you had no clue but you sure thanked the universe for blessing a man like Yoongi.

The afternoon was spent talking, laughing, and telling each other everything about the week. You laughed hard when Yoongi complained about how he didn't get to rest his eyes anymore due to the comeback, and you told him all about the new project you were working on.

You cuddled on the couch later watching your favorite rom-com, while you cuddled with your boyfriend and laughed whenever a scene he thought was too cheesy came up. You ended up dozing off on the couch, waking up to Yoongi still asleep next to you, his mouth open a little. You kissed his nose, Sensing your movement he snuggled you into him, laying completely back down on the couch, engulfing you in a bear hug while he still rested his eyes.

You were surprised as hell when Yoongi took you over to the dorms, under the pretense of taking you out to dinner only to end up parking in the garage and making an excuse of getting something from upstairs and taking you along with him to not keep you waiting in the car.

You were blown away when you stepped inside when the rest of the guys and their girlfriends screamed SURPRISE! You had no idea when they had come up with this but you were almost about to cry. You made a wish and blew the candles and cut the cake while your boyfriend stood next to you smiling fondly.

The dinner was filled with laughter, and gifts from everyone. Your eyes nearly bulged out when you saw what Yoongi had gotten you. It was a Cartier diamond bracelet. You refused it a million times, You weren't used to such expensive stuff and definitely, you were not accepting one from your boyfriend even if he claimed he really really wanted to give you one for a long time. After a hell of convincing from the rest of the guys and yoongi, You finally agreed.

“Thank you for today Yoongi.” You whispered to Yoongi who was looking at you facing you, just smiled and stroked your cheek.

“Thank you for making my life easier, baby. I wouldn't know what to do without you.” You snuggled up to him and he held you tight in his arms. You smiled against his cheek when you heard his breathing even out.

Tomorrow was going to again be like the normal days, Yoongi would be busy, He would barely be home, You might even miss each other even with staying in the same house but you knew one thing for sure, Yoongi was your home. You would always come back to him and He would always come back home. The efforts that he put in for you today were a reminder. Even if your relationship was a bit different, It was still the same love that brought you together.

Present

A single tear rolled down at your cheek, You glanced at the clock striking three. You literally cursed yourself for remembering your birthday this year. How easy things would have been if you had simply forgotten it. For the last three birthdays, you had absolutely forgotten your own damn birthday and it amused Yoongi to no end Because you would be literally planning ahead of Yoongi’s birthday maybe a month before.

You rolled over to your other side when you heard the door open to your bedroom, You heard cautious steps towards the wardrobe first and the bathroom later. You felt the bed dip beside you and heard a soft sigh and some shuffling on the other end. You heard soft snores coming from Yoongi and you turned over to watch him.

Yoongi slept peacefully, You remembered a time when there was a strange sense of content on his face. No matter how hard his day was, No matter how busy he was or how tired he was, Yet when he came home, You could still see the small smile on his face when he slept. Just a small smile, Which he said was just a byproduct of being glad to come home to you. You would laugh at that but your heart would jump with joy knowing he found his comfort in you, even in sleep.

All you could see was a small frown in his features when he slept. Did you believe he wasn't glad to be around you anymore? Or was it too tiring to come home to you? Tears silently started flowing from your eyes as your mind came up with the worst conclusions possible. This year was different, One because you knew this year marked an entirely different era for your relationship- A different woman era.

Was he so occupied with her that he even forgot that today was your birthday? Didn't you mean anything to him anymore? How was it that all these years your boyfriend made time for you like last year? They literally had a comeback in a span of a few days, Yet he took an entire day off and that meant the world to you. You looked away to turn around maybe he was too tired, but that never stopped him earlier so you got your answers and wiped away your tears, You were hurt, You meant way less to him now than what you meant to him last year and you had to accept it, All you could do was accept it and move on.

You slept with a heavy heart that night.

The morning sun streaming through the blinds woke you up from your not so peaceful slumber and you groaned at the light. You checked the time and you were still a little early from your wake-up time. You dragged yourself to the bathroom and brushed your teeth. You decided to take a shower for later. You made your way down and you stopped in your tracks seeing Yoongi sitting on a stool by the counter, smiling at something in his phone.

He immediately puts the phone face down as soon as you walk in and you pretend to not notice it, pressing the urge to scoff at him.

“Morning.” He greets you, You nod and return back the greeting with the same enthusiasm that he had- NONE.

“I'll be late tonight, don't wait for me. Bye.” He doesn't wait for your response and leaves right away nor do you turn around to acknowledge his bye.

“Don't wait for me My ass.” You grumble to yourself, inhaling the rich aroma of coffee which immediately kick starts your senses. You make your way up to get ready for work. You get ready gloomily and your phone starts buzzing, Looking at the name of your mother flashing on the screen you smile a little.

Your conversations with your mother always were a mood booster. At Least a part of you was glad, You didn't feel entirely lonely on your birthday. Your birthdays were always filled with so much warmth and love that you didn't know how lonely it would make you feel when all of that went missing.

Your day went by normally with your coworkers and team making a sweet gesture to bring flowers and little presents for your birthday. You were wishing internally that you would get some extra load of work and you would have to end up working late. Who would want to go home and be left alone to wallow in your own sad thoughts on your birthday? You didn't want to end it lazing on the couch with some pizza and wine and some rom-com playing on the tv. You would rather tire yourself out and just jump on the bed tired and drift off to sleep.

But as the universe would have it, You got off work quite early. You flipped your phone in annoyance, What were you supposed to do now? You made your way to the car and banged the stairwell in frustration. It wasn't like you didn't have friends, You had. But considering your current mindset, You did not want to meet them half-heartedly, and truthfully you were not even in the mood for it.

You unlocked your door and threw the keys in the bowl, You threw your bag on the couch and plopped on it. The ringing of your phone brought back your attention and you got confused on seeing Taehyung’s name flashing.

“Tiny, where are you?” His voice sounded extremely impatient and you sat up a little straight.

“Home. Why?”

“Good. I need your help. It's very urgent.”

“What happened Tae? Everything alright?” You were getting impatient, Previously Tae’s urges were always serious, You were just hoping it wasn't anything serious.

“Listen, I need your help, I need you to come to Avenue 535 in an hour, and yeah dress super nice. I'll tell you everything when you get here. Just know you're saving me from an embarrassing situation.” He didn't wait for you to reply and hung up.

Dress nice, Save him from an embarrassing situation? You tried to make sense of this information but you failed miserably. You took the last resort and headed to the bedroom to dress up, Avenue 535 was one of the swankiest clubs and you definitely couldn't go underdressed.

You picked a champagne-colored short dress with a plunging neckline, and a slit right over your thighs. You had treated yourself to this dress a few months ago but never got around to wearing it. You curled your hair and quickly completed your look with a little bit of makeup and some jewelry and slipped on your stilettos.

The Club looked quite crowded and as soon as you handed over the keys of your cars to the vale, He drove away to the spot under VIP parking.

“Ms. Y/n?’’ A tall man dressed in an all-black suit asked you as you made your way to the entrance. You nodded and he led you inside to a separate section. He spoke something over the walkie which you couldn't make out in the blaring music, But you ignored it looking around if you could spot Tae.

You definitely were nervous unsure what that saving from an embarrassing situation meant, You tried to go through every possible explanation only getting confused even more. Why did he have to give you half the information? Your prayers were answered right at that moment when Taehyung stepped out of some room and you sighed in relief.

“What the fuck? Who do you need me to save you from?” You asked, grabbing his elbow, Taehyung looks down at you and whistles lightly.

“Holy shit Tiny! Look at you, You look gorgeous.” He grins and pulls you close to him, Throwing his hand across his shoulder.

“Are you going to tell me why I'm here?”

“Just follow my lead okay.” And without any warning, he pulls you inside with him in the same room he came out from. You expect an angry woman ready to throw hands at you or something but what you see, takes your breath away in surprise.

“Happy birthday Y/naah” the room was full of your classmates and friends from college and you looked at Taehyung with tears in your eyes. Considering how your day had been, This made it so touching.

“Happy Birthday Tiny.” Tae kisses your hair as he hugs you from the side and you lean into his touch.

“Tae, when did you do this?” You look at all the laughing people while they all smile and holler at your reaction.

“Just enjoy the rest of the day okay?” Taehyung says as he steps aside from you and lets your friends come and hug you and wish you. You meet everyone with a big smile, It had been so long since you had met most of them.

“Taehyung planned this all at such short notice you know, We were just invited two days ago. But it's so good to see you Y/N.” Mirae links her arms with yours, and you smile at her, Your eyes landing on Taehyung who was laughing at something your other classmate was saying.

You had the time of your life in the club, eating, drinking with your friends, Reminiscing the old days when you all had the time to hang out and party like there was no tomorrow. You danced your legs out with Taehyung and so did your friends just like the old days when you and your friends would dance as no one watched, The only difference is then and now was that you all had grown a little bit older and had toned down the goofiness a little bit.

You move out of the club laughing and tripping every few steps with your friends. You were tipsy but you enjoyed every bit of your evening only glad you didn't spend your birthday alone. Taehyung led you to his car, while his driver opened the door for you.

“Why aren't you drunk?” You giggled as Taehyung got in next to you, and laughed at your antics. You mumbled your address to his driver who nodded wordlessly and punched it in the GPS.

“When did you even plan all of this?”

“Just a few days after we met, You didn't think I was going to let your birthday go to waste did you?”

“I still have no idea why you do what you do?” You say absent-mindedly, But Taehyung just laughs at your question and resumes looking out of the window.

“I don't understand why I need an effort to help my friend out or to celebrate her birthday.” He says eyes are still outside, You just hold his arm and rest your head on his shoulder.

“You deserve to be happy Tiny” was all you heard before dozing off to sleep.

“Tiny woke up. We are here.” You rub your eyes as your building comes into view and you nod at Taehyung who gets down and opens the door for you. You stumble out and Taehyung immediately holds you.

“Are you sure you will make it up okay? I'll come to drop you if you need.”

“Nah it's fine, Don't worry. But thank you for today. You made my day a million times better.” You hugged Taehyung tightly and he hugged you back and placed a kiss on your hair. You bid him bye and start walking towards the entrance. Taehyung leaves when he sees you pressing the elevator button.

You stumble into your apartment in the darkness as soon as you open the door, You let out a loud string of curses and close the door behind you. You switch on the lights and make your way to the bedroom, A smile spreads on your face as you remember the night, The surprise that Taehyung had given you, You open the door to your wardrobe and stop by in front of the mirror. The smile is still on your face. You were just glad you didn't go to bed sad today.

You sit down in front of the mirror when the food opens again and Yoongi comes inside, You look at him in confusion and he mirrors your expression. You unbuckle your heels while Yoongi tries his best to avoid you by not looking at your side, You wordlessly get up but the booze in your blood gets the best of you when the room spins and you lose your balance. Yoongi holds you immediately, Your eyes widen slightly at the sight- A lipstick stain all over his neck. You pretend to not see it, But the fact that he was with her today sobers you up. You pull yourself away from him and try standing up. Yoongi immediately rushes out of the door and you hear the bathroom door shut.

You look at yourself in the mirror and you feel a part of you melting away, your love growing a little weaker. He had forgotten your birthday, He cheated on you on your birthday and didn't even bother to hide it.

You freshen up and lay down next to Yoongi who was busy on his phone. His head peaks up as soon as you turn the other side.

“Where were you?”

“Out with friends.” You reply dryly and he hums.

“Any occasion?”

“No nothing. Just like that.”

“Okay. Good night.” he switches the night light off and the room is filled with darkness, and so does your heart. Yoongi's words echo in your mind- “You've got another thing coming if you think I'm leaving my baby alone on her birthday.”

He had left you alone after all.

You sat at your favorite cafe watching the crowd outside pass by. This cafe was your favorite for many reasons. For one you had met Yoongi here by accident, This was where Yoongi had first confessed to you, This was also the place where he took you out for your first date, Saying that he wanted the first date as a couple to be at a place where all this started. The young you had a heart flutter on how romantic he had been.

You sipped on your favorite coffee remembering those happy times you had spent with your boyfriend in the past years. He had been so caring, right until your last birthday. You were absolutely floored by his efforts and whatever time he took out for you. You were never demanding, You always tried to support him to the best you could. You still couldn't figure out where you had gone wrong.

You still mentally debated on your idea of fake dating Taehyung to get back to Yoongi, But you gave up on that idea because it wouldn't make sense and what would it even bring you out of it?, But you felt you were right in your place. You were going to give back Yoongi the pain he had given you, by walking out of his life happily and by never turning back again.

Yoongi’s behavior lately was pissing you off to no end, The man had started coming home to only sleep, and had entirely started avoiding a conversation with you. You still wondered why he didn't break up at this point? It's not like there was anything he was trying to salvage something. Questions kept plaguing your mind to no end and there wasn't even one single answer you had in your mind. There were just endless why’s in your mind and not even one single answer insight.

You made up your mind to play a little before you or he would break this sad excuse of a relationship. The doubts in your mind only cemented your desire to get back at him, and Taehyung was absolutely thrilled to be your partner in crime. The guy was an enigma, You never understood why he did what he did.

You were really good friends with him, but he never had gotten so far as planning an entire party for you, But taehyung was furious when you tried to ask him if he had thrown this party out of pity. His reaction made you stop questioning him altogether. If he was okay, who were you to refuse?

You returned to your house lost deep in your thoughts, You skipped dinner since you were not practically feeling like it. You changed and got into your bed, and started your round of mindless scrolling when Yoongi entered your bedroom. Not paying any kind of attention to him, you continued scrolling and suddenly your phone lit up with a message from Taehyung.

TaeTae<3 - You up?

You - Ewww! Know how that sounds?

TaeTae<3 - You are.

You - Isn't that obvious?

TaeTae<3 - Im Bored! :(

You - Okay?

TaeTae<3 - cookies and cream or Dark Chocolate Fudge?

You- Make that Belgian Chocolate and I'm in...

TaeTae<3 - Cool come down. I'm waiting!

Your eyes widened at his response. Your infamous late ice cream trips were what introduced you to Taehyung in the first place and the fucker knew you would never ever say no to ice cream. You felt the bed dip beside you and you immediately threw the covers off you and ran to the closet startling Yoongi in the process.

You quickly threw on your shorts and a hoodie and flew out of the closet towards your bed to grab your phone.

“Something at work came up, Gotta go.” You said as you tried to rush out but Yoongi caught your wrist and turned you towards him.

“Now?”

“Yeah. But don't wait for me. Good night.” You placed a quick peck on his cheek to seal the deal and before he could respond you walked out of the door. A strange sense of satisfaction filled your mind to use his own poor excuse against him. You were itching to know if he noticed that this was the same excuse he had been throwing at you for around a year, Or if he would have thought maybe even if you were lying to him? Technically you were, But that was just to get back at him.

“Hello there.” Taehyung smiled at you when you got in. You grinned at him and put on your seat belt and he started the car.

"Hey!" You smiled at him and fastened the seat belt as he started the car.

"Where are we going?"

"Fell and Cole?" Your eyes lit up at Tae's suggestion and he smiled at your reaction.

"Fell and Cole it is"

You arrived at the ice cream shop and started looking over at the chocolate section to see if anything else caught your eye other than Belgian chocolate. But you ended up choosing Belgian chocolate after the never-ending debate, which Taehyung had unending patience for.

You settled on the table next to the door and began eating your ice cream. Taehyung kept looking at the street outside and you kept looking at him, his old habit. Watching the people pass by.

"Still fascinated with the street watching" Taehyung hummed without taking his eyes off the street and you tried to steal a spoon out of his cup, he quickly swatted your hand and frowned

"Still fascinated with stealing my ice cream? You literally have an entire cup there."

"It's not as fun as eating from your cup and watching your face scrunch in irritation." Taehyung scowled at your reaction which made you chuckle. You quickly stole another spoon from him, and he growled.

"Ugh, Y/Nie just order one for yourself." He pulled away from his cup and you laughed at his irritation.

"How are things with Yoongi?"

"Just like they were. Cold" Taehyung laughed at your statement and you rolled your eyes.

"Y/nnnnnnnieeeeeee" Tae rubbed your shoulders and your attention shifted from your ice cream to his face, he was looking at you with a very different expression.

"Hmmm??"

"You've grown into such a strong woman, you were such a cry baby in college."

" How are both of these things related?" Taehyung laughed at your question.

"Remember how you used to crib about having problems, always trying to run away from them! And now look at you, facing them headstrong!"

"You were the one though who always listened"

Taehyung gasped dramatically, shaking his head, and you raised your eyebrows.

"Ahh don't remind me, the torture" you threw your spoon at him and he throws his at you. You both laugh at your actions, as Tae gestures for the waiter to ask for more spoons.

Meeting Taehyung made you realize how much you actually missed him, how much you actually valued him as a friend, Taehyung was a breath of fresh air, a warm hug on the coldest days, and your comfort zone.

He was your support now, your confidant, and your crazy partner in crime. You didn't know how fthings with Yoongi were going to turn out but you were glad you had Tae by your side.

You both finished your ice creams and kept walking on the street, chatting about general things and work. He dropped you to your apartment, he gave you a tight hug which reached your soul directly, flooding a sense of comfort in your senses. You quickly pecked his cheek and made your way inside.

You unlocked the door quietly in the dark and made your way to the sofa, you sat down and laid your head back, closing your eyes. Your head snapped at the noise of laughing coming from the staircase and you strained your eyes in the dark. Yoongi was laughing loudly, talking on the phone and you rolled your eyes. Does this guy ever sleep?

The lights turned on in the kitchen and Yoongi abruptly stopped as his eyes landed on you. You quickly stood up and practically sprinted to the stairs to avoid any kind of conversation with him. Yoongi was left baffled again watching you actively trying to avoid him.

You quickly changed and jumped in your bed and turned the lights off, a little while later you felt the bed dip beside you and the covers shifting slightly above you.

"Baby, you awake?" Yoongi nudged you lightly and you closed your eyes tightly he waited for a second before he put the covers back up and you breathed a sigh of relief.

"Goodnight baby, I love you," he whispered, and you frowned. What a joke! You wanted to laugh so bad, I love you. He loved you so much that he needed someone else.

Flashback:

Yoongi kept holding your hand as his life depended on it, making you giggle. You tried to free your hand but he just kept holding it tighter.

"Someone from your work is definitely going to see us".

"As if I care." He stopped in front of his studio and pulled you close to him.

"All good?"

"Enter the passcode"

"But I don't know your passcode!"

"0931" Your eyes widened when he gave his passcode this easily to you. Everyone knew what Yoongi's studio was for him, if there was one thing he would protect with all his life was his studio.

" Only the members know it, and now you. It's my birthday and yours" tears welled up in your eyes, the fact that he included you in something so important to him made your heart warm.

"Yoongi i "

"Shh y/nie, you are important to me, you're my world and I always want you to be a part of everything me" he kissed your forehead and you hugged him tight, if you could you would freeze this moment forever.

"I love you Yoongi" He kissed your forehead and muttered ``I love you too'', while you pressed the passcode.

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Present :

You sighed in irritation as the lift kept going up to the studio floor, Yoongi had forgotten his phone at home and since he knew you were working from home, he had asked you to deliver it to him to his studio which you couldn't refuse, since that would mean answering his many questions and right now Min Yoongi was the last man you wanted to have a conversation with.

The door of the lift opened and you stepped out to the floor, you were hoping Yoongi wouldn't be in his studio and you could just leave the phone in there without having to face your boyfriend.

You reached his studio, your hand paused as soon as you reached for the keypad. What if you walk in on him railing that woman? The scenes flashed in front of your eyes and you cringed. You took a deep breath mentally preparing yourself if any of that happened, but also a voice in your head told you Yoongi wouldn't be so foolish to bang his girl when he had literally himself asked you to bring his phone.

You pressed the passcode and the panel blinks red making a loud noise. You double-checked if you had entered the wrong passcode but it blinked red again. He changed it.

You felt a little sting in your heart, he had erased that part of you from here. Honestly, it didn't bother you as much as it should, because if he could replace you, what was a passcode?

The opening of the door pulls you out of your thoughts and Yoongi comes out of his studio, the wrong passcode must have alerted him, you sigh. Why did he have to be here? He literally could have been anywhere else

"Hey thank you for coming, I'm sorry for the trouble though."

He paused waiting for you to ask, why did he change the passcode but it never came. You were least bothered now. Yoongi's lies and deceit had been teaching you to grow a thick skin and slowly the pain had been lessening now, it was still there but it was lesser.

Before you could open your mouth, the loud clanking of heels caught your attention and you turned your head to see your replacement walking towards you. Solar smiled brightly as soon as she saw Yoongi and he returned the smile back, though cautiously.

"Hi, I am solar. I'm working with Yoongissi for my next track." When the fuck did you ask for her introduction? Yoongi cleared his throat nervously at your pause.

"Hi I'm y/n, Yoongi's friend. Nice to meet you." You weren't sure about the last part though and you mentally applauded yourself for calling yourself his friend. If he was out about erasing traces about you, what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn't make it easier for him?

Yoongi and Solar looked at you in confused expressions and the bitch in you did a happy dance, serving them right!

You quickly handed Yoongi his phone back, the air outside his studio had already become thick with tension and you were kind of suffocating. You quickly bowed to Solar, and a deep baritone voice and the super chirpy voice stopped you. Soobin and Taehyung.

"Tiny Yyy Noona" Soobin sang and Yoongi choked on air for the second time, Tae just scowled and Soobin smirked watching Taehyung's reaction.

"Hey there Soo '' you high-fived the younger ones, and Tae poked his tongue out to the younger one.

"I get a hug, move" he pushed Soobin aside and enveloped you in a bear hug, which you returned back with the same enthusiasm. Yoongi and Solar stood rooted to their spot watching the scene unfold, and Yoongi had his eyebrows furrowed.

"No fair Tiny Noona, I want a hug too." Soobin crossed his arms and pouted and you laughed at his antics, sometimes it was difficult to tell who among both these dorks was the younger one. You held a hand out and Soobin immediately hugged you, plastering a huge smile on his face.

" Take that Hyung." Taehyung scowled at the younger ones, and Yoongi narrowed his eyes at the men.

"Hi Yoongissi" Tae greeted Yoongi formally and Yoongi just curtly nodded, while Soobin and Yoongi exchanged pleasantries.

"Tiny Noona, it's so good to see you."

"Hey, only I call her tiny. That name is my copyright."

"Haa Hyung, be a sport."

"Okay, that's enough" Yoongi's stern voice broke the playful banter and Soobin looked scared for a second.

Ignoring his warning, Soobin quickly pulled you aside. Taehyung pulled you towards him and the two men engaged in a tug of war with you being the center, giving no flying dams to Yoongi's hard stare.

"Tiny Noona do you have a secret boyfriend?" You choked on air at Soobin's question and Taehyung smirked.

"Yeah, she has." Yoongi's answer brought a glint of mischief in Tae's eyes and a scowl on Solar's face. You looked at them in confusion, since when did Yoongi start accepting you in the public?

"See I knew it, and I think this certain someone is a five feet eleven"

"Tae burst out laughing and you rolled your eyes, trust this bear to make it a point of getting on someone's nerves.

"Soobin you can call her tiny from now all you want" Tae playfully linked his arms with you and you could swear you could sense Yoongi going up in flames.

"You guys are dating aren't you. "

"No comments" you and Tae spoke at once and that hit the final straw for Yoongi, he asked Solar to join him inside and banged the door on his way.

But what caught your attention was the fact, the door blinks green when solar entered the passcode. You almost swore when Tae almost caught your hand and Soobin looked at you curiously.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Oh nothing, he's inbuilt grumpy." They avoided the question and Soobin nodded. You were fuming. So this was it? A thought came to your mind and you turned to Tae and Soobin.

"Go and hold the lift for me please, I'll be back in a second." Tae nodded without any question and pulled Soobin away. You quickly took your phone out and Googled solar's birthday, the page loaded with the search results and you quickly entered the two digits along with yoongi's birthday. The door blinked green signaling the unlock of the door.

You quickly ran away towards the lift, the was already holding the lift for you, you got in and the door closed. You burst out laughing, all the previous anger had somehow vanished and all that was left was a crack in your heart.

"Noona are you okay?"

"Yeah soo, don't worry. I'm fine" You wiped the tears that the laughter brought in and Tae looked at you with a lot of questions in his eyes, You squeezed his hands gently and he nodded. You get down at the next floor and Soobin bids his goodbye with a sweet hug and the moment he's gone Tae looks at you with his arms crossed on his chest.

"Wanna tell me why you were laughing like a maniac?" You burst out laughing at his question again.

"I was laughing at the passcode Yoongi has for his studio"

"What's so funny about it?"

"It's his and Solar's birthday." Tae raised his eyebrows and looked at you in confusion.

"And how did you guess that?"

"It used to be mine and his birthday before." You quietened down when you. said it out loud and Tae clenched his fists.

"Such an innovative fucker." He huffed and you lost it again.

Bit by bit you were breaking from inside from the time you had known of yoongi's cheating, although it didn't hurt as much it was a little heartbreaking to see little bits of you being replaced by someone else.

That shit hurt.

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You closed the door to your apartment and plopped on the couch, tying your hair up in a bun. Your mind ran back to all this time which you had with Yoongi. It was such a fairy tale. You had your shares of ups and downs and fights. But you would always be there for each other. That was what you loved about Min Yoongi.

But today, you no longer recognized the man that you lived with, and you definitely didn't recognize the man you had fallen in love with. This wasn't your Yoongi.

The days rolled by and soon enough the day that cleared a lot of things for you came by. Soobins birthday party.

Soobin had invited you for his birthday party and threatened you that he would bring the party wherever you would be, you laughed about it and agreed.

You dressed up, Yoongi wasn't home and you didn't know his whereabouts either. You took one glance at the dress in the mirror and hummed in satisfaction at your look. The dress hugged your curves and gave a look that brought your confidence to the sky.

You arrived at the club and handed your keys to the valet and made your way inside. Taehyung was already waiting for you, he Whistled when he saw you. He led you inside and the party was already in the full swing.

You scanned the crowd, with no signs of Yoongi. Maybe he didn't make it. You knew the boys and the txt were on very good terms so you were expecting the rest of the boys here today too but none of them were here.

You saw Taehyung sitting in the bar with a few people who looked like his friends. You waited patiently at the other side, busy on your phone since you did not see anybody you knew. A few minutes later Taehyung spotted you and he enthusiastically waved you over.

“Guys this is Y/N, Y/n These are my friends Min-Jae, Soohyung, and Soojoon.” You greeted them formally and soon enough you fell into an easy conversation with the guys. Your eyes caught something in the decorative mirror That was installed behind the bar, Yoongi, and the guys.

But what caught your attention more was the arm that Yoongi had draped over Solar’s waist. He was laughing merrily with the guys, Who weren't paying much attention to Solar, barely acknowledging her presence.

“Gossips My Ass.” You muttered under your breath and Taehyung looked at you questioning looks, You pointed towards the both of them in the mirror and he shook his head.

“He always told me such parties happen for gossip and he wouldn't want me involved in one. So it was better to not be seen together here.” Taehyung scoffed as he took a sip from his drink, And he smiled suddenly, giving you jitters. You knew the smile, The exact smile that screamed mischief, which was up to no good.

“Why don't we give people a little something to gossip about?” He snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you a little closer.

“Taehyung!”

“Relax Tiny, We aren't doing anything scandalous. Just make sure to stay by my side okay?”

“You are trouble.” You spoke through clenched teeth and Taehyung just laughed it off.

“Correction Tiny, We are trouble.”

“Tiny Noona.” Soobin's voice came at the right moment, Taehyung tightened his arm on your waist and turned out at the exact moment Yoongi’s eyes landed on you and his hand automatically retracted away from Solar. You wanted to go and wring his neck at the moment but calmed yourself down.

“Here's my fav couple.”

“They're a couple?” Namjoon asked with widened eyes, But Soobin just laughed it off.

“Well they know the best but we ship them.” He shrugged his shoulders while the rest of the text boys agreed. Your boyfriend's band members kept glancing between the two of you. You ignored all of them and suddenly an awkward silence took over the group.

You excused yourself to go to the bar, You badly needed a drink. The evening and the people were getting on your nerves and you needed some liquid courage to live.

“I can see all shades of a rainbow on your boyfriend's face, He is going to kill me.” You peek behind Taehyung, Your eyes widen when you see Yoongi glaring you both down. Solar was still with him but she kept a safe distance.

“Serves him right.”

“Just stay with me alright, No straying away from me. Come On let me introduce you to my friends from Bazaar.”

“Cool.” You down the last sip of the champagne and take taehyung's arm to meet his friends. Your networking skills benefit you a lot at the party. Thanks to Taehyung you ended up meeting a lot of big wigs in the media industry and the fashion line too. The guy never left your side and did not allow you either.

You excused yourself to the bathroom, You looked at your face in the mirror to see yourself turning a little light shade of pink. The sign to stop drinking, But you weren't a typsy either. You open your compact and dab the sponge lightly on your face.

The loud bang of the door startles you and you drop the compact in the sink, Your eyes widen when you see it was Yoongi who had followed you into the bathroom. He locks the door behind him and in two long strides, Yoongi is already right in front of you.

Not planning to give him your attention, You turn behind to check your makeup in the mirror, Yoongi harshly pulls your hand and turns you around.

“Having a fun baby?”

“Yeah, I am. What are you doing here?”

“I am right where I need to be, with my Girlfriend!”

Yoongi groans and attaches himself to your neck, when you try to struggle. Right there your brain chooses to short circuit and you feel like sparks running all over your body. He sighs into your neck and slowly you are consumed with want. You breathe a little heavily when Yoongi bites a little harder on your neck and Yoongi grinds himself on you.

All the logic flew out of the window when Yoongi holds your waist and hoisted you up on the counter. He nudges your legs and pushes your panties aside, and adds a finger in your cunt. You saw the way he looked straight in your eye and you could see the smaller traces of your yoongi in him. That glance was enough for you to lose whatever little resistance you had, And you gave in.

You kissed him and Yoongi kissed you back roughly more than he ever did. His mouth worked magic on your lips and his fingers worked their magic in your cunt.

“You're mine Y/n”

“Yoongi plea– The words get stuck in your throat when Yoongi adds another finger and a whimper escapes your mouth.

“Why was Taehyung touching what's mine huh?”

“He's a friend,” Yoongi growls in your ear and harshly tugs you down, He flips you over and bunches your dress at your waist, He unbuckles himself and without any warning plunges deep inside you. You let out a loud whimper when you feel his length reaching the deepest parts of you.

Yoongi begins a relentless pace from the beginning and you're sure you're going to bruise by the way his fingers have gripped your ass. His grunts and your moans fill the washroom.

“Look in that fucking mirror.” You let out a cry when you see the mirror, Yoongi fucking you and your eyes on the mirror only adding to his pace.

“See that, That's me who gets you like this. Never let other men touch what's mine Y/n. You're mine. Only mine.” He accentuates the last word with a brutal thrust that has you seeing stars and you explode around his cock, Yoongi comes with guttural moans and you feel warmth flood your insides, Yoongi utters a string of curses and pulls out softly.

“Make sure you're keeping that in you.” You look at him through the mirror and Yoongi places a kiss on your shoulders.

You straighten up while Yoongi tidies himself, You both don't utter a word. You keep stealing glances at him and Yoongi does the same. You excuse yourself and move out of the bathroom while Yoongi barely utters any word.

“I'll see you at the home baby.” He quickly pecks your cheek and walks away leaving you to wonder about what just happened.

Your head runs in a thousand different directions, You wonder if Yoongi’s words meant anything? Did he get jealous of Taehyung and realize his mistake? You walk absentmindedly wondering what that jealousy meant.

“Where have you been?”

“Uh nothing, The washroom.” You avoid Taehyung's eyes and pray he notices nothing out of the ordinary.

“Did you see a ghost while you were in there? You look like you saw one.” You laugh at Taehyung’s question to avoid giving any answer and Taehyung lets it go. Maybe he understood you didn't want to talk about it.

The confusion in your mind never rests and you keep going back to the encounter that you had with Yoongi, His words didn't seem empty, and neither did those eyes when he was reminding you, You were his.

You keep gulping glasses of water to calm down the thoughts in you. Your half mind stays in the conversation with Tae, Soobin, and Baekhyun while the other half is occupied by Yoongi. You feel an undeniable urge to pee and excuse yourself for the second time.

You walk towards the washroom, meanwhile trying to spot Yoongi. You see the boys talking among themselves, But Yoongi and Solar are nowhere. You keep walking towards the corridor, But you stop when you hear light giggles.

You see both of them right outside the washroom door, leaning and kissing each other. Yoongi pulls Solar in his arms and she just giggles and buries her face in his neck. The smile that Yoongi had numbs any emotion that you were about to feel. You just keep standing there and watch the two of them being all shy As if they weren't in the washroom together just now.

Yoongi’s smile is his cutest gummy smile, The one you had fallen in love with and the one that was reserved only for you. Your heart doesn't break, Your tears don't fall. Instead, you stand there and watch the couple engaging in sweet banter, Like a spectator and Not Yoongi’s girlfriend.

Any confusion that you had a while ago vanishes into thin air and the confusion is replaced with a smile on your face. Any little bit of pain that was left in your heart is replaced by a sense of freedom and a realization- There was nothing more to save, Yoongi and You were over.

It's strange how so many emotions can be replaced in the span of a moment. You were confused, angry, bitter, hurt, and betrayed and now all you are is numb. You don't think at this moment it would even make a difference if he comes up to you and breaks things off. You were more than ready to do it now.

You had enough and there was no point in anything further, So you made up your mind to find yourself a new place. As soon as you do, it will be over with Yoongi.

You join the others back and a little over five minutes later, Yoongi and Solar come out separately.

Yoongi never came home that night, And neither did it bother you that he didn't. You didn't fall asleep to anger or disappointment that night, You fell asleep to property listings.

You didn't have dreams of different versions of Yoongi’s betrayal that night, You had dreams of you setting up your new place with a huge grin on your face.

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It took you exactly two months to find yourself a new place that you liked, To sign the lease, and access your keys. Taehyung was the one who had personally come with you to see these homes, But only after trying his hardest to convince you to give up on finding your house and live with him in his penthouse.

As much as you appreciated his efforts, it was time for you to live alone a little, Experience life as a single woman again. You needed space and your new home would exactly give you that.

You nervously packed your bags and took your car keys. Today was the day. You were planning to tell Yoongi that you were ending their charade of a relationship and moving out. You rehearsed a million times in the car and a million times in the lift. This had to go well. You hadn't done any packing yet, You would do it after you told Yoongi.

Things between you and Yoongi went back to the cold and stale state, Yoongi stayed out now more than ever, you barely got to see him. While he was out there, You were trying to heal on the inside.

You felt free after that party, Nothing mattered anymore. You were patiently giving yourself time these two months. You joined pilates again, Started attending concerts (Obviously not your boyfriends). You started doing things that you loved, Taehyung played a supportive friend all this while. He was your shoulder to cry on, He was also your biggest cheerer and now he was your strongest support.

You put the keys in the bowl and walk inside to find Yoongi watching TV. You take a seat near him and clear your throat. Yoongi pauses the TV and looks at you.

“Yoongi, we need to talk.”

“Yeah tell me.”

But before you could talk, The loud ringing of his phone distracts you. Namjoon's work lights up the screen and Yoongi gets visibly uncomfortable.

“Work Call?”

“Umm Yeah, Gotta go. Talk to you later.” You laugh at how quickly he ran away, You take a deep breath and sit back. You were somewhat relieved that you wouldn't have to say Goodbye on his face. So you decide to do the next best thing: A Letter.

You were moving out today, Nothing would change that. If Yoongi didn't have time to listen to you, He could read at his own leisure. You open the notepad and just two words Dear Yoongi flashes a million memories you had with him. This was really Over.

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Dear Yoongi,

I wanted to do this in person, But Solar called and I guess the girl who you're hiding is more important than the girl you live with and call yours. In a way, Thankyou. I didn't know at all how to say these things to you.

I am going to be totally honest with you here. That's the least I can do before I say goodbye. I knew about Solar. Long long ago. I knew it when you canceled our date and spent your time with her. I knew it when you actually cooked dinner for me out of guilt and told me how much you love me, Only to say to her in a span of a few minutes.

Yoongi, You've been the person who has given me the happiest moments of my life, And you are the person who I thank god for gifting me with. We've spent such a good time and made such wonderful memories, that it still feels impossible that you would cheat on me. I don't know what went wrong and why you had to look for love somewhere else? I wish you had just come to me and spoken about it.

I still don't have the answers to a lot of questions, Believe me. I still don't know why I held onto you when I knew I had lost you long ago. Things change, People change and so do you. But I would have left this relationship with dignity if you would have broken things with me first and then pursued other women. That would have hurt so much less.

I tried Yoongi, I definitely did. I wanted to hurt you back, Put you through the same pain. I even went as far as deciding to fake date Tae but ultimately what would that have brought us? I don't know how you did what you did.

I am going to miss you Yoongi, I definitely will. I know I'm going to feel vulnerable, heartbroken, and dejected at times but I am going to pull through that. You know I hate being alone, but I am a hundred percent content knowing that I decided to quit this relationship for myself. I deserve love and I definitely deserve respect, I think I had forgotten about that in these past few months.

You know I loved you, I would have done anything for you. You're a talented and wonderful human Yoongi. You deserve everything you have right now, But I have to let you go and not let you lead me down a path of lies, Dishonesty, and deceit.

I watched you lie to my face, I watched you make excuses, Hell I even saw you making out with Solar too (That was heartbreaking), I even know you changed the password to your studio to yours and her birthdate too. Too many bad things right?

I've been angry, I've been heartbroken and I've been mad all this while. I've lived through all of this which wasn't even my fault btw, But now I am over all of this. That day when you actually got jealous and took me right against that sink, It made me question if I could still have my old Yoongi back? What if things turn around? But all of that shattered when I saw you walking out of the same washroom with Solar.

The funniest part is that it didn't hurt me, In Fact, I felt nothing. That's when I knew it was over. We were over. I had lost you.

So yeah, Please take care of yourself, and don't overwork yourself like you always do.

Have a good life Yoongi, I know I will.

Love,

Y/N

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You took one last look at the apartment which you called home for all these years, Everything was the same except the traces of you. You placed your letter on the kitchen counter and placed the promise ring that Yoongi had gifted you on your first anniversary on top of the letter.

You dragged your bags out of the apartment and out of Yoongi’s Life. You had much to look forward to, And a lot to do. And it started from now.

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One Month Later:

The incessant knocking on the door, Broke your peaceful slumber. You looked at the watch, It was way past midnight. You grabbed the baseball bat that you had kept for safety and walked towards the door. You switched the door cam and the bat fell from your hands with a loud thud. You pulled the door open.

“ Taehyung, Yoongi. What the fuck is wrong with the both of you? Did you guys fight with each other?”

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heart has his heart | part 7.

Summary: (Y/N) Heart is chosen alongside her friends to attend Auradon Prep. Of course her friend Mal’s mom, Maleficent, has a much more sinister plan than the kids just attending Auradon. Will they be able to pull of stealing the wand or will (Y/N) find herself liking Auradon a bit too much?

Pairing: Ben x reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: none

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

You were with Mal, and Evie in the bleachers watching the tourney game.

“I’m not going to lie, I don’t understand this game at all,” you said watching the game.

“Same here. And Mr. Announcer isn’t actually making anything easier to follow,” Evie said looking on confused.

“Don’t worry. I’ve spent my whole life in Auradon and still don’t get tourney either. All that matters is that our team wins.” Moetini came up with little buckets of popcorn for everyone.

“Well, right now we’re tied.”

You dug into your popcorn.

You kept watching as Jay was passed the ball. You cheered loudly for your friends as Jay, Ben, and Carlos made a play that resulted in scoring the winning point. The crowd was going wild. This was Auradon Prep’s big match determining who was moving on to the play-offs.

Ben grabbed the mic from the MC. You were sure whatever winning speech he was going to give would be lovely but you wished he wouldn’t do anything because the stands were getting kind of hot and you wanted to leave for ice cream.

“Everyone. I’ve got a special announcement to make. For my girl out there. Everyone give me an H!”

You ignored how sweaty the stands were and followed the crowd screaming out the letter Ben requested.

“Give me an E!”

“E!”

“Give me an A!”

“A!”

“How about a R?!”

You repeated R with the crowd and then stopped. H-E-A-R… you already knew what letter was following.

“And a T!”

You listened to the crowd say T but remained silent, shaking your head. Not like Ben was paying attention, he was too excited about his idea.

“What’s that spell?”

“HEART!”

“This is for you, Heart. Did I mention I’m in love with you? Hit it Doug!”

“Oh no,” you whispered.

You watched in horror as Ben started dancing and singing.

“My love is R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S!”

You glared at your friends as they repeated along with everyone else in the stands.

“You gotta show me that you’re only ever gonna be mine.” He threw you his jersey.

“What did you put in that cookie?” you whispered to Mal during the dance break.

“I didn’t know it would do all that… oh! Okay.”

Mal stepped back as Ben jumped into the stands, landing right in front of you. He grabbed your waist, it wasn’t like he hadn’t before just hours earlier but this time there was definitely a different feeling behind it.

“And I would give my kingdom for just one kiss! (Y/N) would you go to coronation with me?”

“Uh, yes!”

“She said yes!”

The crowd cheered Ben on. He leaned down to try and kiss you when you held up his jersey in between you two.

Audrey came up into the stands, “I won’t stand for this, Chad’s my boyfriend now! So you can have fun taking Heart to coronation okay, Benny-Boo.”

“I’ll see you guys for ice cream up at the front of the school in five minutes? I just gotta get my stuff from the locker room.” Ben walked away.

You noticed Evie looking a little down, it hit you that it was because of Audrey now dating Chad. Were they even dating though?

“You know I feel bad for Audrey.”

“You do?” Evie asked.

“Yeah, she thinks she needs a boy to be happy.”

Evie smiled a little. Mal clapped her on the back. “Who needs a boy when you’ve got us.”

“And you’ve got your wicked style and smarts too,” Moetini chimed in.

You all group hugged and walked off the bleachers to go get ice cream.

The ice cream parlor was packed yet it didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. You, Moetini, the VKs, and Ben were all in a booth.

“Carlos, if you keep it that fast you’re gonna get a brain freeze.” You watched your friend scarf down a huge bowl of chocolate ice cream.

“Uh duh. That’s the point. I wanna know what one feels like.”

“Something’s seriously wrong with you.” You went back to your bowl of (favorite ice cream flavor).

You tried to look everywhere but in front of you, vaguely aware of Ben staring. You finally turned to face him.

“Thanks for the ice cream, Ben.”

“Anything for you.”

Is this how he was going to be now? You watched him take a spoonful of ice cream, the melted part dribbled down his bottom lip.

You quickly grabbed a napkin and leaned across the table to wipe it. When you sat back down you noticed the VKs staring.

“Don’t look at me like that. It was going to…I was just making sure he didn’t look a hot mess. How are you supposed to run a Kingdom with ice cream on your face, at this rate we might as well let Jay be king.”

Ben smiled and took another spoonful, dribble free.

“What? No banter?? No insults? Are you out of ideas, loser? Did I finally win? I’m the hot stepsister! Mark this down in history people.”

Ben laughed, “I just don’t feel like it.”

“Don’t feel like it.”

“I don’t like insulting you, that’s not how you should treat your lady.”

So he was going to be like this from now on. You lips tightened. Ben noticed and frowned.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You took a bite of ice cream. This was going to be a long wait for coronation.

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“Princess (Y/N)?”

You turned immediately. It was the first time you heard yourself addresses by the title of Princess in Auradon. People had made it painfully clear that the Valley of Hearts was ruled by no one. You turned to see Cogsworth holding a glass of iced tea for you.

“Hmm, thank you Mr. Cogsworth.”

“Just Cogsworth is fine, dear. Prince Ben told me to inform you that he regrets he won’t be here. Business.”

“Oh that’s fine. I’ll just head out when I finish, then.”

You were attempting to trim the hedges right at the entrance of Belle’s garden. You were secretly glad Ben wouldn’t make it. It was harder than you thought, dealing with this new Ben.

The hedge you were trimming was giving you trouble. “Ugh! Why is this not coming out right?!”

“Never trim while angry.”

You jumped. Beast had appeared by the entrance. He extended a hand and you placed the hedge trimmers in them. You watched as Beast trimmed the hedge into the exact shape you were looking to achieve.

“I learned the hard way. Trimming while frustrated leads to nothing pretty. What’s on your mind?”

“I just…it’s nothing.” You didn’t think telling Beast that you were so over being around Ben at the moment was your problem.

“Well whatever nothing is, you should solve it before you try to shape anything. Here.” Beast handed the hedge trimmers back to you.

You started to head back when Beast called your name. “Just talk to him. He’s a boy we aren’t that complicated.”

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Evie was in your room. She was doing your makeup while Moetini was picking out some clothes for you.

“Okay, E, is all this necessary? I’ve never worn this much makeup before in my life.”

“You’ve never had a date before in your life, either.”

Mal came strolling in a while later. She threw you a tiny vial of purplish liquid.

“Here. If you can’t listen to him talk anymore just drink this.”

“What’s it do?” Moetini eyed the vial.

Even though you guys kept her at a distance from certain things like knowing you spelled Ben, you considered her a VK. It’s not like Maui was always the nicest and perfect person.

“Sends (Y/N) into her finest daydreams for an hour while her body goes into autopilot. You don’t have to pay attention to a damn thing, but Ben still has a date.”

“Can you make me some of that for class?” Moetini half-joked.

There was a knock at your door.

“That would be Ben, and that’s my cue. Catch you girls later.”

You grabbed the backpack of stuff Moetini packed for you and opened the door to see Ben standing there.

“Wow. For the first time, I understand the difference between pretty and beautiful.”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay Ben, let’s head out.”

“My middle name is Alice.”

You were having fun walking across the suspension bridge that led to who knows where. You were lightly skipping from board to board, enjoying the kind of swaying the bridge had when you landed. It was better when Ben was asking you questions, he seemed more like his old self in the moment.

“But isn’t…”

You ran up to Ben, so close that your noses almost touched“Yep.”  

You turned back to keep walking.

“They had disagreements but my mother loved that girl like a daughter. She’s really a good person you know? Temper like no other sure, but that’s about it. The real evil one’s, my aunt. The Red Queen. If my mother is blind fury that woman is pure dark wrath. She’s the one who owned the Jabberwocky and Bandersnatch. We don’t even talk to her on the Isle.”

You and Ben walked further and further until you reached a pavilion by a lake.

“Woah.”

“You like?”

“Yeah, a lot.”

You sat down on one side of the picnic blanket that Ben had set up, eating lunch.

“I can’t help but think about this… about when I called you an Auradon girl, was it really that bad?”

“I’m a VK. I was forced to grow up on the Isle no choice. Saying I’m Auradon girl almost makes it seem like the Isle doesn’t matter. I don’t like the Isle necessarily but I don’t want anyone to forget that’s where some of us were forced to grow up.”

“Well, I didn’t mean it that way. I just wanted you to know.”

“I never thought you meant it any sort of way. Besides, even if I didn’t care that deep about the Isle. You’d still be wrong. I’m supposed to be a Wonderland dame… wonder what that place looks like now.”

Ben reached into the picnic basket.

“I know you’re amazing at making tarts but have you ever had a quality fast food doughnut?”

“A what?”

“Here.” Ben handed you a glazed doughnut.

You took a small bite and then looked up him excited before taking another bite, “This is so good.”

“You got a little.” Ben reached to wipe some glaze from your bottom lip.

You didn’t even hear a word Ben said as you finished your doughnut. He was back to being the love potioned Ben, you found yourself bored once again.

You kicked back the little vial that Mal gave you and zoned out. You could still hear Ben speaking and were vaguely aware of what you were saying but you were mainly off in your own world.

“You want to go for a swim?” You heard Ben ask.

Next thing you knew you were soaking wet in the lake. You suddenly became clear and swam up to the surface as fast as you could. You started to panic.

Ben scooped you up and started to carry you back to the pavilion. The minute you were in a shallow area, you quickly got out of Ben’s arms and stomped back up to the pavilion, not looking at him.

“I can’t believe that just happened, I could’ve died, I can’t swim! Ugh, Mal’s stupid potion. She needs to stop being so heavy-handed!”

“Woah, woah, what potion?”

“The zoning out potion I just took.”

“Why would you want to take a zoning out potion?” Ben placed his jacket over your shoulders, causing you to turn around annoyed.

“Because I don’t want to listen to you anymore, Ben! Not like this! I don’t like this Ben. I want the boy who can take a joke with me, the one who tries to get mulch in my hair every time we tend the garden, who calls me his punk, never misses a beat and dishes right back whatever I throw at him. I don’t whatever boy I’ve got here, Ben. I want my friend back! I want the boy I think I’m falling in love with back…I didn’t, I didn’t mean that last, I can’t believe I just said that.”

Your wet clothes weighed you down as you ran. You could hear Ben calling your name but you kept running.

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You sat a table outside, alone. Everyone else had class but yours was cancelled. You were sipping on a lemonade as you put out your supplies on the table. You were making a wreath out of roses.

You were going to make three of them. The branches were perfect. All you had to do was paint the roses before weaving them through the sticks. You opened up tiny bright red, shiny gold, and dark blue cans of paint.

You delicately painted the roses. Some were being done in full color others were going to have petals of various colors on the same rose.

“She’s even painting roses. Crazy like her mother. Next thing you know…”

You heard some people whispering as they walked by. Not everyone in Auradon liked you guys. Actually most people were still afraid. A lot of the time, you guys were used for your skills and then avoided. You tried not to mind it because every little step would eventually make Auradon come to appreciate you guys.

“You know it doesn’t hurt to keep your mouth shut.”

“We didn’t mean…”

“No, that’s exactly what you meant. Word of advice, if you’re gonna talk shit at least make sure the girl you’re talking about can’t hear you.”

“I don’t need you fighting my battles for me, Ben.” You knew his voice anywhere.

Ben came closer to the table. “Why do you let them talk about you that way.”

“They talk because they’re afraid. If I go VK it only keeps the fear going. I’m trying to keep quiet about it, trust me I  could really give it to them if I wanted.”

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I haven’t been avoiding, I’ve been busy.”

“Busy?” Ben sat down, he reached over and grabbed your lemonade taking a sip. “Yeah, okay, punk. We’ll say you’re busy.”

You looked up from the roses for the first time. “Did you just call me punk?”

Ben didn’t answer your question. “What are you doing with the roses?”

You tried to grab your lemonade back but Ben held it out of reach.

“Give me my drink back.”

“Answer my question.”

“Answer my first one.”

“What? You don’t like that name? Should I go with Princess Rotten? Loser? No wait, that’s your thing for me. I kind of like punk. Fits you.”

Ben smiled and continued to drink you lemonade before finally handing it back to you.

“It’s almost empty.”

“Yeah, that’s for the spinach puff, punk. I’ll go get you a new one.” Ben stood up from the table. “Nachos or pretzels?”

“Nachos.”

Ben came back moments later with a giant lemonade for the two of you and nachos from the snack bar.

“So the roses?”

“For some wreaths. I’m making three. Auradon Prep, Wonderland, the Palace. As soon as I get them finished, I’ll give them out.”

“Oh, I see it now. Blue for the school and palace. Red for Wonderland… gold?”

“Gold for all of them, and plain white for Wonderland as well. The paints just need to dry, should be like five more minutes now?”

“Are we going to talk about the other day, (Y/N)?”

“You mean me making a fool of myself, no thank you.”

You shoved a few nachos in your mouth. You couldn’t talk if you were too busy eating.

“You made a fool of yourself? I sang a song for you publicly… with a dance number.”

“Yeah, that whole thing was pretty—”

“Don’t say it.”

“R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S!”

You laughed as Ben buried his head in his hands. You were genuinely enjoying yourself again. Ben was being the Ben you liked again. You listened to him talk about his day as you finished creating your wreaths.

“All done!” You held them up.

“They look beautiful. My parents are really gonna like that one.”

“Really? I hope so. I’m gonna give the other to Fairy Godmother and then I guess I’ll just hang this one up in mine and Moetini’s room.”

“Or you could hang it up at your castle.”

“Haha, loser, I don’t own a castle.”

“Is the Valley of Hearts not yours? I’m sure I remembered something about Carlos saying never usurped.”

You looked at the boy in front of you. “Ben, what are you going on about?”

“I talked to Lady Alice and everyone agrees that Wonderland is missing something.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Ben, I swear if you’re playing with me.”

“I’m not playing anything. We leave Friday after school. Bring the VKs if you want.”

Ben got up from the table. “Your classes may have been cancelled today, but some of us still have to work. I’ll see you later, punk.”

(Part 8)...

[minjunz]

could you do the fluff alphabet with haechan pls?

(finally a post i’m so sorry for the wait aaah!!!)

i had to google this bc i didn’t know it was a thing 😭 cr to @/snk-warriors

EDIT: I ACTUALLY CANT BELIEVE I JUST COMPLETELY MISREAD HAECHAN IM SO SORRY ILL TRY TO GET AN ACTUAL HAECHAN VERSION OUT AS SOON AS I CAN

fluff alphabet with jaemin! (gn reader)

A ctivities - jaemin likes to spend most of his time with you indoors lazing around - watching movies, sleeping, playing games together etc just being soft and cozy.

B eauty - he thinks everything about you is perfect. literally everything.

C omfort - i think he would try his best to offer you words of comfort and gentle touches, probably trying not to overwhelm you

D reams - you’re his everything so he wants to grow old with you and a cat. he’s already got his pension planned out im sure he can picture you in his future

E qual - jaemin can be whatever you need in a relationship. if you’re more dominant he’ll be more passive, if you’re more passive he can be more dominant. (i don’t really know what this one means)

F ight - any and all fights with jaemin are resolved in the same day. he hates being mad at you and hates when you’re mad at him.

G ratitude - he’ll thank you for everything you do, no matter how small. he’ll make a big show of thanking you for something like making him a cup of coffee or brushing his hair. he appreciates you so much and needs you to know it.

H onesty - he’s completely honest and transparent with you but sometimes it’s hard for you to tell what’s the actual truth and what’s a joke.

I nspiration - you both made each other better people. that’s all

J ealousy - he doesn’t get jealous easily but when he does you’ll know it. he’ll be extra clingy and pouty unless you show him he’s your one and only

K iss - jaemin is a good kisser i just know it. he can be sweet and gentle or passionate and intimate, a versatile kisser if you will

L ove Confession - he never actually confessed to you, you both just started being lovey dovey and went with it

M arriage - he definitely wants to marry you someday, but he’ll wait a million years if you’re not ready yet

N icknames - i think he would call you things like “sweetheart” and “darling” ironically to make you cringe, but he actually mostly calls you “babe”

O n Cloud Nine - he’s clingy and touchy with everyone so it was a little hard for others to realise you two were dating at first, but the long gazes and smiles while your back was turned gave it away. he’s not especially romantic but he does a lot of little things that he wouldn’t do for his friends behind closed doors. he’s smitten with you even if you can’t tell.

P DA - he doesn’t really care too much to brag about you or show you off, but he likes to embarrass you by kissing your cheek or your neck in front of your friends. he also always has to have his hand somewhere on you just to make himself feel comfortable.

Q uirk - jaemin has some kind of sixth sense that always knows when you’re hungry. as soon as you even think about eating, he’s coming out of the kitchen with food or picking up his keys to take you out

R omance - i don’t think he’d do anything super cringey like spelling your name in rose petals (he’s not mark) but he definitely makes an effort to show you how much he loves you

S upport - he will literally always support you no matter what you choose to do with your life

T hrill - jaemin prefers the safety of familiarity, he’s not too keen on constantly spicing things up

U nderstanding - he probably knows you better than you know yourself, and he always hears you out when you have a defence

V alue - you’re the most important thing in his life. end of.

W ild Card - he impulsively buys every cute thing he sees that reminds him of you. he’s running out of space to put them all.

X OXO - jaemin LOVES kissing you and cuddling you. he can’t go a day without holding you and refuses to go to sleep if you’re not in his arms

Y earning - if he’s away for a while he’ll message you every day to make sure you’re eating, call you every night to tell you he loves you, and send you “i miss you” texts every morning. the poor man can’t cope without you.

Z eal - he would put his life and aspirations on hold for you if he needed to.

[angellissy]

Hey :) I’ve never requested anything before so I’m sorry if i do it wrong hahah

But could I request something where instead of ward faking his death it’s rafe who has to do it and none of the pouges know about your relationship until it’s you crying in the dock instead of Sarah. And when you and the piggies go on the “rescue” mission to get Sarah off of the boat you see rafe and eventually end up staying with him and leaving your friends

I’m sorry if this is really long xx thank you for taking the time to read my request

R E A C H I N G  F O R  T H E  S U R F A C E

SEASON TWO SPOILERS!

rafe Cameron x Reader

warnings: angst with a big a, canon rafe (maybe a bit softer), toxic relationship, rafe playing the victim card, death and talks of suicide.

a/n: I feel like it is of importance that I tell you all that I have done everything in my power not to romanticize the rafe cameron character and if I have then please kindly let me know because sometimes it can be hard. However I still need to say that I am writing through the eyes of the “reader” who very much still cares for this boy, which also means that the way the reader deals with things might not have been your way. If any more warnings should be included in the beginning, feel free to let me know. I hope you enjoy this fic which I am actually very proud of. A big thanks to @snkkat​ who is my proof reading buddy. Also thanks for sending in the request, I LOVED writing it! <3

They say that when you die your life flashes before your eyes, but how about when you watch someone else die? For as you watched him die, the life and moments the two of you had shared flashed before your eyes like a string of reminders of a life and love lost. It felt as if there was no air for you to breathe, you weren’t even sure how long it had been since you managed to take a full breath. Your mind was running in circles, trying to grasp what had just occurred, replaying the scene over and over again until you were not even sure what reality you were in. With a hammering heart and a split soul, you were kneeling on the dock, just minutes after watching your first love take his own life. You could not even remember how you had gotten out here in the first place, you just wished that you would have stayed behind as all your friends rushed toward a disaster in waiting. Perhaps that would have spared you some of the heartbreak, spared you from hearing him scream that he loved you one last time, spared you from seeing his boat go up in flames. But no, you were sure that for as long as you lived, you would see that blazing inferno whenever you closed your eyes.

There were arms around you, an attempt to soothe your shaking body, it only made you feel more trapped in a memory you would never escape. Those arms lifted you up and suddenly you were walking, mixed in all the anger and sadness there was a surprise that your body was even able to function. It felt as if you were outside of your body watching everything occur, you watched as Kiara and JJ helped you sit down on a sofa and as they draped a blanket over your shoulders. You watched it unfold, but you couldn’t feel it and there was no way that you would be able to respond to their worried questions. Instead, you were stuck in a mind that replayed everything Rafe had ever said or done to you as if that somehow could manifest him back to life. That stuck-up boy with the golden hair had been your first boyfriend, complicated as the relationship may have been, it had been the first time you ever experienced something close to love. Just days ago you had stood before him, tears in your eyes and heart in your throat as you called the relationship off. For a very long time, he had not been the boy you fell for, but rather a ghost of who he once was. Where he had once been sweet and tender with you, there had only been cold stares and words sharp enough to cut through ice. You were not oblivious to the fact that he struggled with issues you could never comprehend, but you refused to be an accomplice in his undoing. Time after time you had tried to be the person he could cling to when the world sat heavily upon his shoulders, but you soon realized that love and affection could not solve all problems. Oh, and you had loved him so much that you would have done anything for him to smile at you the way he had when he uttered those big three words for the first time. He had watched you with eyes that held so much adoration that you thought that they would never dim, that they would shine brighter for each time his eyes found yours. But eventually, they had dulled, and so you had realized that you would not sacrifice yourself no matter how much you cared for him. It did not matter that you had called things off with him or that you had decided to leave him in order to save yourself, for the knowledge that he was actually gone made it feel like someone was clawing at your heart and trying to rip it apart. It felt like no time in the world would be able to heal the pain in your chest or dry the tears falling from your eyes.

Time was indeed a funny thing, how seconds turned into minutes and how then those minutes became hours. Hours that you spent reminiscing over a life you thought you had given up before it was lost forever. You clung to the memories of him as if they were the lifebuoy keeping an anchor from pulling you down in a sea made up of your own sorrow. You knew that you were staying in your own made-up memories of a relationship with more bad times than good, but a part of you felt that you could not grieve the person he had become. For he had been vile and horrid, and if you acknowledged that, you would feel guilty for the sadness overwhelming you. So yes, you stayed in your made-up reality and wept for the boy that could have been. As hours turned into days, your friends made every effort to comfort you and try to get you out of the room that had become your place of mourning. Their tries aggravated you, for they did not understand the feelings rushing through your body at such speed it made you lightheaded. Each one of them had hated Rafe Cameron with at least one bone in their body and you knew how some of them had looked the day he died as if they were content that he was finally gone. Relieved that he could no longer plague them with taunts and threats that might have become reality was it not for his passing. You might have understood this, had it not been for the grief and guilt plaguing every bone in your body.

As days turned into weeks, you eventually came to appreciate their efforts to help you. It was like your vision was starting to clear and you could finally start trying to live your life again, and the first step to doing that was always to surround yourself with people that made you roar with laughter. Their ventures to try and find the Cross of Santo Domingo, were helpful, to say the least. Those adventures were as distracting as they were terrifying since the outcome was never given. Your mixed friend group of pogues and kooks had actually found that damn cross as well. Who would have thought that a bunch of high school kids would be able to find a historic relic? The answer would have been no one, and that is why you don’t underestimate kids with no limits. The cross had been in your grasp until a greedy and manipulative Ward Cameron came along and grabbed it. Ever since that particular happening, things started going south fast and it all ended up with Sarah being kidnapped by her own guardians. It also ended up with the rest of you stowed away like cargo on the ship she was on. While John B and Pope carried out their plan to find Sarah and the famous cross, you, JJ, and Kie sweated from every pore as you waited to hear from them. You had zoned out, staring mindlessly into one of the walls of the container, in the background you could hear your two friends talk about their dreams for the future. Something about going on several surfing trips at various destinations with each other, and that part made your heart ache. Sure, after everything he had done, a future with Rafe had not been one of your dreams. Still, as you listened to your friends talk, you could only remember a time where he had been everything you wanted in life. You pressed your palms upon your face as if you somehow could force every memory of him to remain in that little part of your brain where you were hoping they would become forgotten. A loud clank dragged you out of your thoughts and you looked up just in time to see Pope and John B climb in through that small window opening, followed by a woman you had never ever seen. Shortly after that, problems started to arise and soon all of you were scrambling out of the container in hopes of not being detected by the workers on the boat. They were in obvious search of all of you, which made you sweat even more than you had done inside the container. All of you received different plans on how to tackle the situation, yours was to act as a lookout for John B as he searched for Sarah.

You followed him down to what you could only assume was the boiler room since steam was thick in the air and you took your place by the door as he ventured further down. His desperate cries for Sarah echoed through the room and you dearly wished for a response to be heard, but there was nothing except the sound of his shoes against the floor. Thump, thump, thump and then utter silence until John B utters a name that made it feel as if the floor was pulled away from under your feet.

“Rafe.”

One of your hands finds the doorframe, a poor attempt to steady yourself as you try to figure out if this is a trick played by your grieving mind. You take a few breaths and as the silence is once again interrupted by two raised voices, you follow John B’s path down into the room. The heart in your chest is beating so hard that it feels like you are going to throw up, and it only gets worse the nearer you come. At first, you only see your friend, but then you look past him

and

your

heart

stops.

Rafe Cameron had died in front of your very eyes, so either the gods were playing a nasty cruel joke or you had lost the battle with your mind. You shut your eyes just to open them again, and no matter how many times you did it, he still remained. What happened next was a bit peculiar to you, for weeks you had drowned in grief where sadness was the constant emotion, but as you looked him in the eye and saw that he was very much alive, rage and anger crushed into you with the force of a thousand waves. You stepped toward him, only for an arm to shoot out to stop you, and John B added to his gesture by saying “Don’t”. Laughter bubbled in your throat, for who was he to tell you what you could or could not say to your “dead” ex-boyfriend who seemed to never stop causing you grief.

“Find Sarah.” John B hesitated for a few moments before following your unspoken order to leave you and Rafe alone. It wasn’t surprising considering that his worry for Sarah would always overpower anything else. Once again you looked into Rafe’s blue eyes, remembering a time when you used to stare in them for so long you would see specks of green and grey. Had you searched for those colors now, you would probably have found them. However, you were trying to decipher whatever feeling that was shining in them, was it anger? No, his other features were too soft for that and the hand holding his weapon had gone slack as he watched you. Maybe it was relief? No that was not it either, for why would he be relieved to see you? You were not the one who had died and left the other behind. You stepped even closer to him, the simmering anger inside of your veins made your hands shake and he looked at them briefly as if he wanted to take them in his. Your hands clenched into fists and you watched as his shoulders dropped the tiniest bit, and suddenly you knew exactly what was shining in his eyes.

Love, and sadness. Your heart started to speed up again, and you knew that once you opened your mouth, the anger and grief that had become part of you, would tumble out in words that you would never be able to take back. But he had done something much worse, so he would listen, you would make sure of it. Your lips parted slightly and he must have seen it for his words came first.

“I- fuck I am sorry okay? But I had to do it, you wouldn’t understand but I had to do it, it was the best for everyone.” As he says this you can’t help the sound that slips through your lips, it was supposed to be a laugh but it sounds more like a sob. His eyes flicker between you and everything else in the room as if there was anything in here that could save him for this conversation. You move your hands toward your chest and his eyes watch as you press them hard against your chest, against the heart that won’t stop breaking.

“Best for everyone?” Your voice is the combination of a whisper and a ragged breath “Did you have my best interest in mind when you let me believe you had blown yourself up?” He winces and makes an attempt to say something but you hold up a hand to stop him. “Did it ever occur to you how your little stunt would affect the one person who still, despite everything, loved you?” This time, your voice has started to rise towards something like a scream, and how could you not scream when there is so much sadness inside of you that it felt like just looking at him would turn your body into a pool of water.

“You broke up with me, so don’t start acting like a victim where you aren’t one.” His features are starting to morph into those he carries when anger overcomes him, but you will not back away from this. Your hands are in your hair, pulling at it as if that would help you make sense of this situation. “You broke my heart long before I broke yours.” You can’t help the way your voice breaks or the tears that start falling from your eyes.“You needed and still need help and until you receive that help, you are prone to hurt anyone in your vicinity.” Now it is his turn to drag his hands through his hair and his breaths come faster and faster until you realize that he is starting to hyperventilate. He sinks to the floor and you follow, not sure how to help when it feels like his state is mirroring your own. With cautious movements, you place your hands on his shoulders, and the shaking of his body sends trembles throughout yours. For a while nothing happens, you just sit there with your hands on his body and watch him fall apart. Perhaps you should have been glad that he was suffering, after everything he had done to you he deserved it. But you couldn’t feel anything other than anguish and as a sob escaped his body every restraint you had kept on yourself broke and you hugged him towards your chest. You could never save him, but he clung to you as if you had the power to undo every wrong he had ever done. After a while, he looks up at your tear-streaked face and one of his hands reaches up to cup it. You want to look away because you can see everything in those eyes of his, every regret and every wish he has ever had. His forehead leans towards you and you feel his hot breath against your skin. As you breathe in the scent of cologne and feel his skin against yours, you feel overwhelmed by the fact that he is actually here. You notice that his lips part and for a second you are scared that he is going to kiss you, but he must know that there is a limit to your patience with him so he just whispers words with the promise of what could have been. “I wanted to be good for you.” A small smile takes place on your lips and you close your eyes as you try to restrain the well of emotions inside of you. “I know Rafe, I know.” He breathes out a little, almost as if he is relieved that you are aware that he tried in a world and with a mind constantly working against him. You knew, but you also knew that there was someone else out there for you. Someone who would love you in a way that Rafe would never be able to, in a way that would not send the two of you to the bottom of the ocean. Whoever was out there would make you swim. For so long you had wanted to believe that Rafe was the one, despite all his flaws you would have given anything for him to be your future. It was a relief to know that you could and deserved to have more. But you also knew that you needed to do something before that could happen.

“I will stay-.” Before you could even finish your sentence he whipped his head up to look at you with such hope you never wanted to continue talking. You swallowed hard and forced yourself to go on. “I will stay with you just to make sure you receive the help you need.” His whole body deflated and you had to bite your lip in order not to cry again. Eventually, he nodded and you closed your eyes in relief. You knew that this had to be the right move, no one else would listen to him or make sure he got help, so you needed to be the one to did. Just enough so that you finally could start swimming towards the surface.

[barrysmanbun]

Barry NSFW Alphabet

A/n: this was not planned and therefore is not edited

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Getting you a cool washcloth to wipe you down with, while whispering to you soothingly about how good you were. Small kisses on your forehead and cheek. Just laying there to catch your breath for a while afterward, probably smoking a joint as you do.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Barry’s favorite part about himself is his hands. From his time in the army to working as a mechanic to rolling joints every day his hands have had a lot of practice with skilled, steady movements. If you catch my drift.

His favorite body part on his partner is really anything he can grab onto. Your hips: pulling you in for a hug or squeezing them to get your attention when you’re talking to someone else. Your thighs: pulling you towards him while he sits in his chair so you can stand between his legs, making it all the easier to kiss you. Your ass: cupping it and lifting when you’re kissing just so he can hear that little half-moan he loves so much. Your breasts: massaging them while you leisurely make out on his bed, too high and too hot to move any faster.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to come on you, painting your stomach or your thighs. Just seeing it on you gives him this sense of pride and satisfaction. His favorite place to come on you, though, is you face. When you let him it is nearly enough to get him riled again, fiercely pleased that he gets to mark you in such a way.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Barry has been thinking about fucking you since before you even talked to him for the first time. The first time he saw you he took one look at you and was imagining bending you over the nearest surface and fucking you into oblivion. The talking stages was arguably his best shows of restraint in his entire life, and by the time you guys finally got to the sex stage of your relationship he had enough fantasies he wanted to act out to fill an entire notebook.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Barry is fairly experienced in the sex part of your relationship, having multiple casual partners in the past, but when it comes to the romantic part of your relationship he has no idea what he’s doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He knows it’s very vanilla of him but he thinks missionary is the best. Best access to everything he wants, your breasts, your clit, your lips, and he gets to see your face. Besides, there are so many different positions just within missionary that you guys can do to keep things interesting. His second favorite position would have to be when you ride him, specifically when he gets to sit up when you ride him Once again because he gets access to everything and it’s so much easier to see your face.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Barry is serious at the moment but only to keep the moment intimate. He can have a good laugh about things and will sometimes chuckle to himself when you do something cute or say something naive.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn’t shave but he keeps it short. And the carpet definitely matches the drapes, dark with a little bit of a curl.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He can be very intimate, slow and sweet and romantic, but it depends heavily on his mood. If he hasn’t seen you in forever and he missed you more than he was horny he would definitely be very romantic about it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he was a single bachelor living alone he would probably jerk off once or twice a week, but otherwise he would get a girl for that. And on the days he knows he won’t be seeing you for a while he will definitely do it just so he can send teasing pics for phone sex.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Begging: Barry loves to get you to the point that you’re begging for him to finally fuck you or finally let you cum, just knowing you need him that bad is better than any high he could get from drugs. And it’s just so pretty when you get so desperate that one tear rolls down your face.

Choking: No matter the sex position, chances are Barry has his hand on your throat, just tight enough for you to feel it.

Bondage: Handcuffs, a tie, a piece of loose fabric, your own panties, even his own hands, he loves having that much control over you. Able to do anything to you, and you can’t even resist. Plus, he loves the sight of you pulling at your restraints with the need to touch him as he brushes his fingers along your chest and abdomen to make you squirm.

Knife & gun kink: though Barry would never hurt you just knowing he has the power too, and that you trust him not to, arouses him to no end.

Exhibitionism: this is very loose because while Barry does not want to let other people see the two of you having sex, having sex in public places (on the side of a back road with you bent over his motorcycle) or with people in the next room (asking you to help him with something in his room and then having a quickie while his customers wait in the living room because he just couldn't wait anymore)

Marking: Barry loves seeing his mark on you, hickies across your neck and chest, bruises in the shapes of his fingertips on your hips and thighs, and wearing his clothing out in public or around the house.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

You guys have fucked on every surface in his house and yours, on probably every back road, on his bike, on the beach, everywhere you can think of you and Barry have most definitely fucked there. But his favorite is probably the bed because then you guys can relax without worrying about getting caught afterward.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves to feel you run your fingers through his hair in any situation: while he rests his head in your lap, while you kiss him, while you sit in his lap. It’s relaxing and he catches himself letting his eyes slide shut and his head lull back but when you add just a little tug it immediately gets his engine revving.

He loves seeing you in his clothes, when you walk around in just his shirt or his sweatpants, or leaving the house before he wakes up and returning home and he sees you wearing clothes that are obviously his and he knows you went out and other people saw you in his clothes.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Blood play or cuckolding. Barry doesn't want to share you (except with maybe one stuck-up kook who shall not be named) and he also doesn't want to hurt you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Barry loves receiving, loving the sight of you on your knees in front of him, but he also loves giving. His partner's pleasure is just as important to him as his own and he loves showing off his skills (how quickly he can make you come with just his tongue)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Barry is usually fast and rough. This boy has lots of pent-up anger, on top of never being able to get enough of you. But sometimes he gets into these romantic moods (that you're forbidden to tell anyone about) where he just wants to take his time pleasuring you, drawing it out as long as he can.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves quickies. He prefers normal sex but he'll take a quickie if that's all he can get.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's down to experiment with almost anything. He has a lot of experience and knows what he's doing so I doubt you'll be introducing anything he hasn't heard of but he'll still love to try it out with you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for one or two rounds and then he needs to give his dick some time to recuperate. But that doesn't mean his mouth and hands are out of business.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't really mind toys one way or another. He's not so insecure that he refuses to have them but he also knows that he doesn't need them to get you off so having toys is totally up to you and what you want to try.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease but he cannot take it when you tease him back. He'll tease you all day, whispering dirty words in your ear, telling you what he wants to do with you, slapping your ass as he walks by or secretly groping you while you kiss or hug. But the second you start teasing him he's on the edge of his seat.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not particularly loud, with groaning and grunting and lots of swearing. He actually goes quiet when he cuts, tensing up and squeezing his eyes shut and then afterward he swears and rolls over to lay next to you on the bed.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

To elaborate on 'T' he cannot take teasing at all. If you try to tease him he'll catch your wrist and give you a warning look. The more you try the more aggravated he'll get till he pulls you away from whatever you're doing/whoever you're talking to so he can fuck you in the nearest empty room.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A little above average length, about 6 ½ inches, and moderately thick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is pretty average. It gets higher when he doesn't see you in a while or if you're being particularly bratty but otherwise it's average.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He waits until you've fallen asleep, making sure you're cuddled up to his chest, then he allows himself to fall asleep as well.

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DATING NCT A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Mark Lee

A ⇴ AFFECTION 

His favourite kind of affection was when you’d have your hands in his hair. He loved to feel your hands brush though his soft locks and pull him a little bit closer whenever you needed him to be right there for you.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING 

When the two of you first met, Mark was very awkward, he didn’t have the slightest clue of what he wanted to say to you. He could barely string a sentence together until one of the members called him out to start with at least a hello and introduce himself, and from there, you loved to tease him about it ever since.  

C ⇴ CONFESSION 

It didn’t take Mark long at all to know that you were the one that he wanted. He was far too shy to confess in person, so he sent you a demo of a song that he would have written just for you, leaving it until the very last minute to let you know how he felt. When he saw your name flash up on his phone he panicked, only to see that you’d text him and begged him to let you in and get you out of the cold to be with him.

D ⇴ DATES 

You knew just how dedicated Mark was to his work, so you’d often end up surprising him on those late nights with dates set up in the studio for you. You also knew that Mark was a terrible cook, so as long as you showed up with a bag of takeout in hand, then you were going to be safe for the night. He’d spend all night long telling you about his projects, whilst he always worried that you’d think he was bragging, all you see was a hard working and passionate guy who loved his job, and you.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE 

Mark had seen plenty of other people in love, but never himself before. He always had an idea of the type of boyfriend he’d be, and whilst he was the first to admit that he wasn’t perfect, he was determined in making his first experience of love his last too. He wanted to always be the one that would be there for you from the moment that he met you, just as long as you were willing to help him learn along the way. Day by day, he knew he was getting better at being a boyfriend, and that was all that mattered to him.

F ⇴ FIGHTING 

Neither of you were fond of arguments, but you were human too, and appreciated that they were just a part of being in a relationship. Whenever the two of you argued, one of you would always walk away before things got too bad, you were both very good at minding your tempers. Usually, after an hour or two the person who walked out would return so that the two of you could talk things through with each other and nip the problem in the bud before it became too big a hurdle for you to jump over. Major arguments were definitely a problem when the two of you were already so shy.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY 

He often joked about his family got in contact with him a lot more since you’d came into his life. He loved to tease you and let you know that you were the favourite in his family’s eyes because they got in with you so well and always asked after you whenever Mark was on a call by himself.

H ⇴ HOME 

Rooming with a manager definitely had its perks for Mark, he always gave the two of you space you needed in the dorm. Therefore he was a little reluctant to move out of the dorms and in with you, he wanted to wait a little while and see the direction his career took first, and also make sure his other members were alright.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU” 

He was the first one to say, “I love you,” when you surprised him with a Canadian Day after you heard him talking about how much he missed home. Seeing the effort that you went to in order to put a smile back on his face meant the absolute world to him, and he couldn’t repay the favour in any other way then finally letting you know that he loved you.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY 

Mark tended to doubt himself a lot, which would lead to a bit of jealousy at times. You’d often have to reassure him not to get jealous of anyone, you loved talking to people, but if you ever left his side at an event then he’d definitely begin to worry. No matter how many times you told him not to get jealous, you knew that he’d never a listen. It was a feeling that he just couldn’t get rid of, no matter how hard he wanted to. He knew he never really had a reason to get jealous, but that didn’t stop him feeling the way that he did.

K ⇴ KIDS 

If there was one thing Mark definitely saw in his future, it was kids. He very much had an ideal plan of what his life would like in years to come, he’d even picked out the perfect age to start a family. Whilst he never told you about his future plans, just in case he pressurised you, you were very much aware of just how valuable and important having a family was to him and how keen he was to start one in the future with you.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER 

One of the biggest things that Mark worried about was whether he could make you laugh or not. Any time that he didn’t see you at least with a small smile on your face would worry him. He worked hard at everything that he did, and that included making you happy. To cheer you up, he’d often search up things to do that would put the smile back on your face, and do a lot of research into your favourite cheesy jokes that he knew would get a reaction out of you each and every time. It was one thing he always made sure to do every day, knowing that if you ever had a bad day when you were around him then he’d never forgive himself.

M ⇴ MISSING 

Having spent so many years away from home, Mark never thought he’d experience the feeling of homesickness again, until you came along. He was never afraid to admit when he was struggling, but sometimes he’d forget about you in it all. There would be days sometimes when you just wouldn’t here from him because Mark didn’t know the right things to say to feel better. It’d only be when you’d message one of his members and ask them what was going on that he’d get the kick he needed to message you and sort himself out too. He still never knew the right things to say, but his members wouldn’t let him go until he said something.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES 

He often called you “sweet,” because you reminded him like the maple syrup at. You were adorable and cute, and reminded him exactly of the sweet tooth he had whenever he had maple syrup from back home.

O ⇴ OBSESSION 

Mark was obsessed with your hair, he loved to have his hands in it almost as much as he loved to feel yours messed in with his. Playing with your hair was always comforting for him.

P ⇴ PDA 

Subtle gestures were how Mark would often be affectionate in public with you. When he walked past you, he would usually kiss your cheek, or if you appeared beside him suddenly his hand would rest against your shoulder or arm just to remind himself that you were back by his side and safe.  

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS 

He would love to ask your opinion on nearly anything he did. Having your approval on anything was a huge bonus to him, but if something didn’t quite hit the spot for you, he’d refuse to let it go until you’d told him exactly where you thought he could improve or do better next time.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS 

For any occasion that the two of you celebrated, Mark would write a song for you. You knew that he loved to compose anyway, and anything that he came up with was something that you adored, but it was the pieces he wrote just for the two of you that held the biggest place in your heart. To see the effort he went to in order to find the perfect lyrics meant the world to you, and of course, he delivered each and every time.

S ⇴ SEX 

There were definitely times when things would get awkward for you both, and neither of you could do nothing more than laugh. For the best part, he would be a complete romantic, but then that shy side of Mark that you’d grown to adore would often make an appearance. You loved how caring he was during intimacy, even if he did end up making a bit of a fool of himself, just knowing you were happy was more than enough for him.

T ⇴ TEXTS 

He was definitely someone who would text, usually to let you know if something was up. You’d often end a shift to see a text from Mark to let you know that he’d be working late that night and to make sure you didn’t wait up for him.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE 

The two of you complimented each other very well, you shared a lot of traits which meant that you were able to be incredibly understanding and supportive of each other which was all that Mark ever really wanted.  

V ⇴ VACATION 

As the two of you didn’t end up finding the time to travel often, Mark would always fly your family, or his, maybe sometimes even both, in to visit the two of you instead. He knew your breaks were to spent with your families, regardless of where the two of you were in the world, just having them there with you is enough.

W ⇴ WHINING 

Mark wanted to be the perfect boyfriend, so if something didn’t quite go his way then he’d definitely whine and make his frustrations clear.

X ⇴ XXXXX 

He’d often find himself planting kisses against your skin, especially when you were nice and close. With your hands in his hair, there was no greater feeling for Mark then when you’d tug at him gently and pull him closer towards you so that you could press a soft kiss to his lips. A nervous giggle would always come after it, your kisses often left him feeling shy, but it was by far one of the things that you loved the most about him.

Y ⇴ YOU 

You were his biggest fan who supported him no matter what.

Z ⇴ ZZZ 

The two of you would always fall asleep close together. You’d often feel Mark’s hand tap against your skin as he came up with little melodies or ditties whilst he drifted off to sleep, using you as his instrument.

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fluff alphabet - Sapnap

➳ wc; 2,1K (she’s a long one lol)  ➳ pronouns; gender neutral<3 ➳ song reccomendation; heart eyes - coin

A=Attractive (What do they find most attractive in a partner?)

nick’s an ass guy and you can’t convince me otherwise. he’s also just loves your thighs and your stomach. he loves how soft your skin is, and how good you smell. whenever he’s sad he just rests his head on your stomach while you tangle you fingers in his hair. 

B=Best memory (Their favourite memory of you)

he cherishes your first kiss so much. he just has such a soft spot for that memory. the moment he finally found out you felt the same about him, the moment he finally found out what your lips against his felt like. it’s just something he had looked forward to for forever, and to him, it was perfect. 

C=Cuddles  (What type of cuddles do they like?)

sapnap is a WHORE for cuddles. if it where up to him, you two would just lay in bed all day, tangled in each other’s arms. after a long day, he just wants to hold his favourite person and fall asleep with them, so he just wraps his arms around your waist while he uses your chest as a pillow. but if he’s in a chatty mood, he’ll just talk your ears off, ranting about something he finds interesting, while you’re all snuggled up in the crook between his neck and shoulder. 

D=Dirty mind (Do they have a dirty mind?)

I mean, come on. it’s sapnap. we all know he does. he gets *excited* very easily, which can sometimes get in the way when you two are just trying to cuddle. he just has such a soft spot for your body and has to have his way with you once certain ideas have entered his mind. 

E=Effort (How much effort do they put in the relationship?)

nick would definitely try his best. honestly you don't care if his plans actually turn out the way he intented them to, it's the thought that counts. and nick knows that. but theres just something about you that makes him want to spoil you and treat you like a princess. so prepare yourself for fancy dates, him making you your favorite food, all that type of stuff.

F=First date (What was your first date together)

arcade date arcade date arcade date. sap is super competitive and I feel like he would thrive in an arcade. he would play it off like he was just trying to proof how good he was at the arcade games. but he'd just love to see how hard you would be trying to beat him. obviously he'd let you win a lot, and when he collected enough tickets, he would get you the biggest prize he could find.

G=Gentle (How gentle are they with you?)

it....depends???? lmao. nick CAN be super gentle with you, he’s pretty protective of you and would never want you to get hurt, so he’s definitely very careful not to do anything to hurt you. but sometimes his instinct just kinda takes over and well, he can get pretty rough. 

H=Hands (Do they have nice hands?)

hmmm nick has like,,very manly hands,, if you know what i mean. i dont know, they're just so rough but yet so pretty??? and they're like really big compared to yours so when he holds ur hand, yours looks so tiny in his. and omg he won't shut up about it. "LOOK AT YOUR HANDS THEY'RE SO SMALL🥺"

I=Impression (What was their first impression?)

he just thought you were so ~cool~. like he immediately knew he wanted to be your friend. he was just so in awe of how funny, chill and charismatic you were. and it literally took two days for him to develop a crush on you. his friends would notice this right away and tease him about it so much omg.

J=Jealousy (Do they get jealous often? If so what do they do?)

YUP. nick gets jealous so easy yup yup yup. jealousy, protectiveness, possessiveness, you name it. you two would often get in fights about this, but most of the time you would just think it’s cute how riled up he gets. he doesn’t get mad at you (because you’re his precious little baby and can do no wrong in his eyes :D) but god help the souls of whoever tries to flirt with you, because they’ve got a hell of a storm coming.

K=Kisses (What type of kisses do they like/give?)

god nick’s such a passionate kisser. or at least he can be lol. he loves the way your face fits into his hands, and how soft your lips are. so he definitely is a fan of just some wholesome passionate kisses. but damn this man gets sloppy when he wants to. his lips constantly trails off to your jaw, neck and collar bones.

L=Love  (Do they show their love?)

i feel like his love language would be like a mix between words of affection and physical touch??? he’s definitely very verbal with his love for you. he doesn’t shy away from saying i love you or letting you know how much he appreciates you in any other way.

M=Memory: (Their favourite memory in general?)

there are certain moments where nick just sits back, watches, and realizes how amazing his life is. and how grateful he is to have you. for example, you were playing minecraft on his pc, and your house kept getting blown up by creepers, he found it adorable how mad you got every time. he just watched you play, while sitting on his bed. after a while, you looked over at him, and caught him staring. “what?” you asked after letting out a soft chuckle. he felt like he was gonna explode from how much he loved you. 

N=Nickname  (What nicknames do they call you?)  

i’m getting very strong “baby” and “doll” vibes from nick. he loves baby-ing you and smothering you with other loving nicknames. just any petnames that show how much he loves you he’s all for. he would also love calling you “pretty” or “beautiful” for obvious reasons. 

O=Over  (What happened the one time you ‘broke up’?)

nick HATES fighting with you, but once you two get into an argument he can get pretty carried away. he’s definitely the type to let his emotions get the upper hand on him. raising his voice a lot, stuff like that. but the second you leave to get some space he just breaks down. sliding down the wall and resting his face in his hands, just letting all the emotions out. he never meant to hurt you. when you came back to him, ready to be enclosed in his arms again, he had a hard time letting you back in. he just felt like he didn’t deserve you after he treated you like this. it took some convincing, but once you broke down his walls again, it was like he gave you all the love in his body. just smothering you with “i’m sorry”s and kisses. 

P=Parents (What would they be like as a parent?)

dilfnap dilfnap dilfnap  omg he’d be such a good dad. like just very caring and loving, but also strict and stern when he needs to be. he’d constantly be telling stories to the kids about the absurd adventures him and his friends would get into, and omg the dad jokes he’d make. idk maybe it’s my daddy issues but dad sapnap lives in my mind rent free. 

Q=Quirk (Something special about them)

he loves holding your hand. especially in public. if you’re in a crowded space, he just holds onto you very tightly as not to lose you. or if you two are just going on a walk together, his hands would just feel so warm and soft around yours. and omg he loves it when his hands are in his pockets, and you put your hands in there with him, and intertwine your fingers with his. hmmm he gets so soft when you do that.

R=Romantic (How romantic are they?)

i- uh- I MEAN HE WOULD TRY he really would, and again, that’s all that matters. I feel like he would be the type to try to prepare a whole surprise dinner, he would cook all the food himself, he would set the table all cute, with candles and shit, but just completely ruin the surprise by accidentally giving it all away by saying something or just behaving very obviously suspicious. 

S=Sad (What are they like when they’re sad?)

he just gets really quiet. he would never want to bother you or be a pain in the ass by complaining to you. but obviously you notice when something is wrong with ur bby boy. a sentence like “are you okay?” or “what’s wrong?” would immediately send him over the edge, burying his face in your chest, trying his best to supress his sobs. but he eventually calms down, and once he does, he’s able to just rant to you about whatever is bothering him.

T=Together (What are they like when you’re together?)

i feel like it would really depend on his mood, like he could be either SUPER chill, just wanting to savour the time you two had together. or he could be really hyper, constantly talking, wanting to do all kinds of activities with you. he’d be the literal definition of :D

U=Understanding (How understanding and empathetic are they?)

very. i just get such empathetic vibes from him. he’s such a good listener and he’ll just listen to you talk whenever you have something to be upset about. he never invalidates your feelings and omg he’d give the best advice. 

V=Value (What do they value most about the relationship?)

he loves that he can 100% be his self around you. there’s no part of his personality that he feels like he has to hide, or tone down, whenever he’s with you. you also aspire him to be his best self, he just wants to be the best boyfriend in the world. all his friends have noticed this too, you bring out the best in him.

W=Wedding (Would they want marriage? If so what would they like?)

eh. if you’re a person who really values marriage, he’d 100% do it for you. but it’s not like he HAS to. he gets a bit scared by the idea of this whole big event, where everything is about you two, he would way rather celebrate the love you two have in the comfort of your own home, just the two of you. the one thing he would love about a wedding, would be seeing you all dolled up, walking down the aisle, omg he’d be the proudest man ever to be able to call you his.

X=X-Ray (How well can they read you?)

the SECOND you start to feel sad or depressed in any way, nick notices immediately. he knows you better than anybody else, and he knows exactly what to do to cheer you up. it’s like his superpower. if you’re feeling anxious he’ll just wrap his arms around you really tightly, holding on to you until you calm down. and when you’re sad, and in need for something to cheer you up, he’ll take you outside for a walk in the park, or he’ll just sit in bed with you, watching your favourite show. 

Y=Yuck (What they would never want in a partner)

he hates when you flirt with his friend, even when you’re very obviously joking. his jealous ass can’t deal with that lmao. he also gets super pissed when his friends make flirtatious jokes towards you, they know how much it gets on his nerves and that’s really the only reason they do it. but omg he gets so pissed when it happens. 

Zzz (How do they sleep around you?)

nick would be the cutest sleeper ever omg. he doesn’t like to admit it, but he loves being little spoon. he loves resting his head on your chest, while you play with his hair, patiently waiting for him to fall asleep. 

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fluff alphabet with judy bellingham ? <3

Fluff Alphabet- Jude Bellingham

A- Activities Jude has a soft spot for doing jigsaw puzzles with you, like the huge massive ones. They may sound boring but boy does Jude make them fun. You like to hide the last few pieces from him just to see him get frustrated about loosing them.

B- Beauty Your optimism and ability to see past his mistakes is beautiful.- He makes a mistake in a match? No problem, you didn't even notice. Besides, he will still succeed.- You always look forward no matter what and he really loves that.

C- Comfort He's a good listener, so he always lets you speak before he tries to give any sort of advice. If that doesn't work, he will put you in the car and you will go on a drive to clear your head.

D- Dreams Of course he wants you in his future, but he's still very young so he doesn't really want to think about it right now.

E- Equal At the beginning of the relationship he was way more dominant, but as he trusts your judgement more, he loosened off a tad.

F- Fight He can be tough when he's mad, he doesn't hold back. But soon after he will regret it and apologise right away. He never thinks about what he says in the moment. Even though you know he doesn't mean the nasty things he says at times but they still hurt.

G- Gratitude He appreciates the fact that he's met someone so amazing at such a young age. Everything you do for him, he is extremely grateful for. At times, he doesn't know how to show it but when he does he absolutely means it.

H- Honesty He either tells you everything, or nothing. There's times where he will be talking about something that he thought he already told you about but really he didn't. He was worse with that at the beginning of the relationship but he's slowly getting better at talking to you.

I- Inspiration Jude is wayyyy more open now. He's much better at talking. As I said, he's trying to get better at talking to you but you definitely see a difference in him. You helped him with this because of the way you talk to him, you're very confident in the way you talk and will tell him anything.

J- Jealous Jude? Jealous? Never. Well, maybe sometimes... Only when he's had a drink...

K- Kiss He was this little shy thing when it came to your first kiss, but now he kisses you like they kiss in the movies. He loves kissing you and he always does it like there's no tomorrow. A peck is never enough.

L- Love Well, you see, he's never actually said it. Numerous times he has tried to but the words don't come out. He does plan on saying it soon though...

M- Marriage As we know, Jude is still very young and hasn't thought about the future. It's a bit scary to him. But he definitely wants to marry you in the future.

N- Nickname He likes to call you butter cup, 'My little buttercup'. Or Sugar is another, Come on sugar lets go'. If it's a matchday and you're wearing your Dortmund kit he will call you his bumble bee.

O- On Cloud Nine He's quite shy when it comes to talking about your relationship. When Jadon was still at Dortmund, he would tease him about you or tell him that 'the young love is clear'.

P- PDA He's shy about showing love in public. Not many people know about the relationship anyway so you're both happy to keep the PDA to a minimum. Maybe he will chuck an arm over your shoulder every now and then or let you link arms with him but that's it.

Q- Quirk I've mentioned that he's not great at talking about things, but he translates a lot of emotion through touch. The way he squeezes his leg when he feels anxious or the way he rests his head on your chest when he's upset.

R- Romance He's a master at romance. Dates are always perfection. The most romantic always. Whether it's a big fancy restaurant, or if he's decorated the dining room. Either way, it will always be made special for you.

S- Support He always supports you, of course. But he doesn't try to get too involved. Of course if you need advice he will help as much as he can but he doesn't like to just in case he fucks up.

T- Thrill He doesn't want to be locked into one thing forever, so change isn't that scary for him. Although, he does need some aspect of routine for him to feel balanced. New places to eat, new adventures etc.

U- Understanding He's good at knowing what sends you in a mood. He try's to avoid it but if he's bored then why not make you grumpy and then go on the mission to make you happy again? He's always finding new things that tick you off and he makes mental notes whenever he finds a new one.

V- Value The relationship is so so important to Jude. He's unsure of how to show you this, but it certainly is important. You help him to live a somewhat 'normal' life. You're the only thing that he has away from football and the media.

W- Wild Card When he's stressed, he likes you to give him a massage. Afterwards you can always see a difference. He seems so much more relaxed and recharged.

X- XOXO He's more affectionate than he thinks. He doesn't realise how much he asks for kisses or cuddles, or how much he just does it. So yes, he is very affectionate.

Y- Yearning He doesn't like to dwell on your absence. He will always find something to distract himself with. That could be going to the gym, playing games with the boys or watching tv. Whatever it is, he will make it work.

Z- Zoo Deep down, he wants a bunny rabbit. I don't think he'd ever tell you but he definitely wants one.

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I C E     P R I N C E S S

Pairings: Popular Girl!Reader x Outkast!Bucky 

Explicit Content - Smut - NO MINORS

w.c: 2,936

Summary: Bucky Barnes is the quiet boy who gets picked on.

The Reader and her friends run with the popular crowd at Stark High.

As the Winter Ball approaches, she is partnered with Bucky Barnes for a class project. They grow close in an inadvertently secret friendship, which later turns into love.

-  Only catch is…she’s Steve Roger’s ex girlfriend, and before she was partnered up with Bucky, her friends had planned to use and turn Bucky into Stark High’s new it boy to try and get back at Steve; a disgusting bet. Another catch: She’s a figure skater at the town’s arena every Tuesday and Thursday nights. Bucky works part time at the rink resurfacing the ice. The other doesn’t know.

Modern AU High School fic - later goes into adulthood.

Warnings: This story will have a lot of angst, a lot of fluff, a lot of cursing, and a lot of sex. Oral, praise kink, body worship, overstimulation, etc. you know me. There will also be loss of virginity in this. 

As each chapter is out, I’ll specify the warnings. Bucky is bullied (BUT NOT BY y/n) for a lot of this story,, so if that’s a very sensitive subject matter to you and if bully!trope isn’t your thing, please DNI.

M A S T E R P A G E - FULL SERIES

Please keep in mind that the better part of this story is teenagers in high school, they are all 18, but they are in high school so they will do a lot of stupid things and say a lot of stupid things. Teenagers are also mean and cruel. This story is a mix of fluffly romance with She’s All That.

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C H A P T E R     O N E

the song y/n figure skates to in this chapter is: Lost Without You by Freya Ridings

“R E M I N D E R for all Stark High students, don’t forget this Friday is the deadline to audition for this year’s winter play, Christmas Carol. Sophomores, ice hockey varsity announcements are tomorrow morning. Meet will be at three thirty at the atrium. Seniors, the Winter Ball has been postponed to February seventh due to this year’s early snowfall cancellation—” 

You slammed your locker shut, its echo lingering with your senior classmate’s feminine and sharp voice as she read the announcements.

“Speaking of, I can’t believe Steve hasn’t asked you to the dance yet.” Your friend, Carol, says from your right. 

“He’s been acting like a total dick since he came back from his Europe trip with his parents.” Your other friend, Sharon, adds with an equally accusing tone.

You try to drown out their voices and comments as much as you could as you looked down at your homework that had fallen out of your math textbook from your lack of attention and your hurry to get home. Tonight was your first skate competition of the year and your nerves were already on edge. The last thing you needed was a reminder that your lousy ex, who you’d caught making out in the back seat  of his car with some pretty girl named Peggy who obviously wasn’t you (and then later ran after you asking you for forgiveness), still hadn’t asked you to a school dance.

You let out a sigh as you bend down to grab the paper. 

“Did you see what she was wearing?” Carol goes on. You know she’s talking about Peggy. Hers and Sharon’s voice fade out as you run a hand through you hair, exasperated.

“Hey, Bunny.” You recognize your friend Sam’s voice right away from behind you and you turn around to face him with a smile. 

Your two friends greet him and he leans his right shoulder on the locker next to yours, smiling at you.

“You want me to punch his teeth in for you?” He gives you a bright smile that lights up his face.

You smile softly back, “No need, Sam.” “Come on, you’re gorgeous and the most popular girl in this school. Something’s clearly going on in that head of his.”

“I said don’t worry about it. He hurt me, yes, but we’d promise we would talk it out anyway this weekend. Please don’t touch him.”

“Wait. You and Rogers are back again?” Sam’s friend Matt says with a smirk, “My man.”

You glare at Matt.

“No. We aren’t back. We’re just going to talk.”

“Come on, Y/N, it’s you and Steve.” Sharon insists with a whine.

You roll your eyes.

“Guys, seriously. Stop.”

Matt clears his throat suddenly and your gaze goes back to him.

“Well, let me know if it doesn’t work out with whatever chit chat you two are having.” Matt says with a suggestive wink.

“Leave her alone, asswipe.” Carol says.

You know it’s all fun and games between you and your friends so you don’t pay it too much mind.

“You know what, Carol?” Matt says in a condescending tone that makes your friend glare back at him harshly.

None of you hear what he has to say next because another commotion comes from across the other side of the hallway. You turn around to follow the noise.

On the floor and on his knees is a guy picking up his books and some papers that he had dropped. You could barely make out his face since he was looking down, trying to reach for everything that he could. He wore an oversized shirt with a beige huddy and a regular pair of jeans. Some walk past him and laugh, others accidentally step on some of the papers, leaving  dirty shoe marks on it. 

A heavy snort comes from behind you. Matt.

“What a fucking loser.” He says and you hear Sharon chuckle.

Another boy walks past the guy on the floor, accidentally hitting with the point of his sneaker one of the notebooks on the floor that had also fallen out of the guy’s grip, making it hit the wall. 

Your heart aches in your chest as you watch this guy run the bottom of his nose over his sleeve and then reach over for the notebook.

“He’s the new kid from Europe or something. He was in my AP history class this morning. A total nerd, with surprisingly no accent. I think it’s all a lie. Judging by his ugly ass outfit, probably a run away.” Carol says.

“And that uncombed hair.” Sharon adds, “I almost feel bad for him.”

“I wonder how his parents, if he even has any, affords to live in this town to go here?” Matt asks, “Maybe something happened to them. Maybe it’s why he’s on the run.” Your eyes drop at Matt’s words and you hold your homework closer to your chest. 

You want to turn around and tell him to shut up and leave the guy alone. You really do. It’s on the tip of your tongue when the guy finally has all his belongings and stands up.

That’s when you see his face for the first time.

He was cute. Really cute. He had a little of a nerdy aura to him, and his hair did look a little out of place. It was short but a bit messy and untamed. If it wasn’t for the sudden red tint on his cheeks and the hurt and embarassment in his eyes as he hugged his books and notebook to his chest, you would’ve been heavily distracted by how blue his eyes were. 

You felt your cheeks blush as he suddenly made eye contact with you and then suddenly looked away from your line of sight. He bit his lip and kept his eyes down as he passed by you and your friends.

Matt let out an obviously purposeful snicker as the guy walked by, making sure that whoever blue eyes was that he knew that laugh was directed at him.

Your chest felt heavy again and you turned around to face Matt. He met your eyes and when he saw the look on your face his smile dropped.

“What?” He asks.

“I’ll see you guys later.” You mumble under your breath, walking away in the opposite direction towards the hallway that led to exit of the school.

“We’ll call you later!” Sharon shouts over to you, “We’ll probably all go to Jack’s tonight!”

“I won’t make it tonight.” You shout back, already feeling the tingles in your feet.

Grip on his books tight, and eyes burning, Bucky turns the corner into the boy bathrooms. His hands are shaking when he walks into one of the stalls, closing the door shut behind him. He hastily sits down in the seat and looks down at the belongings in his laps, shaking.

He never faced this before. At his old school he was well liked, he never had an issue like the one he has here. Back home in New York City when he was little, he had his group of friends and his mom was still healthy. When he was a little boy, things were easier. Things were good there. Here, people treated him differently. He was treated how he never wanted to be and what he only ever heard about. 

It wasn’t until now that he learned how much it actually hurts. 

He takes deep breaths as he tries to calm himself down and as he tries his best not to let the emotions get the best of him.

Kids were mean.

He’s never felt so small as he has the last few months. 

He looks down at his hand and they have stopped shaking a bit.

His math textbook had a green book cover his mom had gotten him freshman year as a gift. The social studies one had a paper bag cover that his papa had helped him tape on. And the notebook had been a gift from his father. His parents who didn’t know what he went through at school, thought he had it good here, so they always tried their best to send him with good things, too. He was their happy boy. They didn’t know his harsh reality.

Bucky felt the heavy knot in his throat as he swallowed.

What had done it for him this time was Matt Murdock’s disgusting laughter as he walked past them. 

He’s been in the same school with them for years, and this was the first time they ever directly looked at him.

They most likely never realized his existence until now, even though they were the most popular people in the school and claimed to know everyone. 

But he had overheard one of the three princesses talk about him like he had just moved there and that he looked cheap and like a loser. 

He couldn’t help but look up for one second after that just to see what them realizing he’s an actual person looked like, and that’s when he met one of the princesses’ eyes. He saw the one thing he hadn’t seen in a while; pity.

He didn’t like it. Especially from a Stark High Princess.

With a deep breath he finally wiped his nose and walked back out of the bathroom.

He had a long night.

You’re shaking as you throw your jacket over your light blue leotard. Even though you’ve been doing this since you were six and you’ve been practicing for this specific routine for weeks on end, you were terrified. You always had issues with anxiety.

You quickly opened and closed your hands, making your way out of the locker room and following the loud arena music.

Your trainer and your parents were both waiting for you as you came around to your assigned side. You let out a long breath of air after hugging them and you tied on your skates. 

For about forty-five minutes, you watched the other performers, and your nerves only piled on top of each other. Your trainer looked at your left leg as it bounced up and down uncontrollably. 

You win this competition and you would finally be on your way to the finals.

Suddenly, and way too soon, you were asked if you were ready.

“Do you have your cell phone?”

“Yes, mom.”

“Where are you going again?”

Bucky sighed as he put on his black beanie and zipped up his black Northface jacket. Still standing in the foyer, he took a deep breath before stepping back into the living area. 

His mother sat on her usual spot on the side chair watching 8 Simple Rules, one of her favorite shows. Her hair was tied into a little pony tail and her nasal cannula was snug on her face. Ten years fighting a very rare diagnosis of middle aged cystic fibrosis, and it still pained him the same way.

He sighed as his heart pained for her. He put his troubles aside to focus on his precious mother. He slowly walked up to her until he was next to her and bent down. He took her hand in his and held it gently.

“I got a new part time job at the rink, remember? Just for the next few months.”

“And you’ll be back home not too late?”

Bucky gave him mom a soft smile.

“Not too late. I promise.”

She gave him a smile and a reassuring hand squeeze. 

Bucky was almost out the door when his mom yelled once more.

“Don’t forget to get the milk on your way back!”

You won forty points. It was enough. 

You were going to the finals. 

You couldn’t believe it as your colleagues, trainer, and parents hugged you. You could still feel the feeling of the ice beneath your blades and the cool air on your cheeks and the loud music in yours ears. 

It had gone perfectly.

Your mom kissed you on the cheek as she handed you a bouquet of white roses, your favorite. 

“Thanks, mom.” you reached for your dad next who left you a kiss on the top of your head, “thanks, daddy.”

“You’re going to pass the finals and then go to the olympics next year. I just know you’ll make it there.”

“Dad, humble me at least a little bit, please.”

You felt the rumble of the chuckle in his chest against you.

“Never.” He says. 

You meet your trainer’s eyes over your had’s arm.

Her name was Saly. She gave you a small smile.

“They are just about to go clean the ice if you want to hurry.”

You smiled. 

It was tradition and you also believed it was good luck. After every skate competition, you’d pulled a rose from your bouquet, and you would leave it on the entrance gate near the ice. You believed that by doing so and then coming to get it the next day, that even though things felt different and unlike reality, and maybe even slightly like a fever dream after a win, when you came back the next day after a night of sleep and touching grass, you were reminded that all was the same, and you’d take the flower back and add it to your scrap book. It was silly, and saying it out loud probably didn’t make sense, but it made sense to you. 

Only you, Saly, and your parents knew about this little thing of yours.

You hugged your jacket tighter to yourself, feeling the cold of  the arena around you. Somehow, with just the leotard on, it felt warmer than it did now. Maybe it was the lack of nerves. You were content now. You felt at home.

Your eyes skimmed the beautiful ice that was waiting to be polished and you took in all the empty seats. The janitors had already cleaned it; you purposely waited for them to leave so they wouldn’t accidentally throw away your rose.

You took in a deep breath, feeling a change in the air. For the first time in a long time, you felt good about how things would go.

You pulled out your flower and smiled to yourself. One more for your book. The book that kept you grounded and ironically set in with reality - the reality that you aren’t always the winner. One day there would be no rose. You were sure of it. Your dad didn’t need to humble you because you were already your own worst enemy.

With a shaky breath, you place your flower near the small little swing door, and walked away.

You’d come back for it in the morning.

“Don’t forget the key to lock up, Barnes. I left it on the table in the office. You remember the security lock code?”

Dan, the owner of the rink, was leaving for the night.

“Yes’sir.” 

“Good. Now remember, this isn’t like your rinks back at home in the big apple, you take your time, you treat it kindly. This isn’t Madison Sqaure-whatever.”

A small smile formed on Bucky’s lips.

“I know, Mr. Cross. Don’t worry, I’ll treat her nice. This isn’t my first winter doing this, remember?”

“I know.” Dan put his hand on Bucky’s shoulder and gave him a firm squeeze, “You’re a good kid.” Bucky looked down, “I’m serious. Just grow a little more confidence there, because you literally have everything you need to have some, and more.”

Bucky raised a brow.

“Thank, Mr. Cross.”

“Night, kid.”

With his spiked bottom ice shoes, Bucky picked up the ice resurfacer in the utility room and wished himself some good luck. 

It was a large rink. Probably not as big as the ones back from when he was little, but it was a decent size for sure. He does as told by Mr. Cross who treats him kindly and pays him decently (it helped your dad with your mom’s doctor bills), and it takes him about forty minutes to finally reach the last quarter edge of it. 

He’s fixing his grip on the metal rod, wrist and fingers already cramping up when something catches his eye. He squints his eye as he finally approaches it.

huh. A rose.

He picks up the beautifully intact flower and looks around the arena wondering who would’ve left it there. But it doesn’t take him longer than a second to remember he’s the only one still there. He looks at it again.

It’s beautiful. 

He’s never been much of a flower guy but something tugged at him looking at this one, especially after such a shit day. It was like a light at the end of the tunnel.

He takes the flower and tucks it inside of his jacket and then finishes the rest of the floor.

When Bucky gets home that night, he makes sure not to make too much noise, knowing his parents are already asleep. He puts the milk in the fridge and quietly makes his way up to his room. 

He takes off his beanie and puts it on the desk. He unzips his jacket and pulls out the flower. He’s not careful when he does it and one of the thorns ends up cutting his thumb.

“Shit.” He curses, looking at the flower part again.

How could something so beautiful do so much hurt?

He places it next to his closed laptop and then drapes his jacket over the chair. 

He doesn’t waste time hopping into the shower, brushing his teeth, and then slipping into his PJs. 

He turns off his lamp and then heads to bed; mentally tired, but hopeful thanks to a lousy little white rose.

C H A P T E R    T W O  

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[insomniacrobyn]

Hi! Could I request a fluff alphabet for Scaramouche ( or Zhongli )?

tysm for your time ^^

Title: Fluff Alphabet W/ Zhongli

Reader: Gender neutral

A/N: I wish I could do Scaramouche but unfourtunatly I wasn't playing Genshin when he made appearance 😔. I was very sad when I realized. Also, my ask box is still open if anyone has requests maybe even more fluff alphabets.

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

There are many things that Zhongli adores about you however he adores how kind and patient you are. Zhongli greatly admires how willing you are to help the people of Liyue. He finds whenever he sees you running around doing tasks for madame ping or the other citizens his heart just swells with pride at being able to call you his lover.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Zhongli adores your smile. As cheesy as that sounds it improves his day when he sees you smile. He loves seeing you smile when he arrives home from work or when he wakes you up in the morning and you give a soft smile to him.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Zhongli adores cuddling with you. He loves having you rest your head on his chest as he told you stories about his time as an Archon. However, sometimes he adores being the small spoon. This doesn't happen often, normally after he woke up in a cold sweat from a nightmare stemming back to the Archon war.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Zhongli's ideal date is taking you out for a meal that he would pay for when he remembers his wallet and then go for a walk with you around the harbor. The idle chit-chat that you two would share as you wandered the streets was always pleasant and greatly appreciated by Zhongli.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

At the beginning of the relationship, Zhongli was very much only showing you his best until he felt he trusted you enough. After that, Zhongli would express his emotions easily with you and be free from fear of judgment.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Zhongli would be lying if he didn't say he wanted to start a family with you. The way you interacted with the children of Liyue harbor only spurred this desire on. He could see himself spending the rest of his life with you. He didn't care if the kids were your blood or a child that you both adopted.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Zhongli does buy you gifts from time to time. However, he doesn't think that you can only express your love with material items. After all his love language is quality time and acts of service.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Zhongli adores holding your hand. Anytime the two of you are seen in public you are holding hands. Zhongli rubs a circle on the back of your hand when you are walking. it also helps him not lose you on the busy market days of Liyue harbor.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

If you ever come back home from your commission injured Zhongli will go straight to taking care of you. He will not let you do anything no matter how minor it is. Zhongli claims that it is best that you rest as much as possible until you are 100% better.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Zhongli isn't one to pull pranks on you. However, Hu Tao pulls pranks on the two of you quite often so in a way that makes it up for the two of you.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Zhongli's kisses are full of adoration. Whether it be the quick peck he gives you before he leaves home for work that's message is I love you and I will see you later. Or the kiss he would give you throughout the day out of impulse. Also, the kisses full of desperation and longing after you return from an especially long commission which always leads to more.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Zhongli's love languages are quality time and acts of service. He loves just spending time with you at home or in the harbor just your presence being so soothing to him. He also always goes out of his way to help or make you tea, just to see the smile that you would give him in return. However, none of this stops him from telling you how he feels he just prefers to show it.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

One of Zhongli's fondest memory of you is when he told you he was the geo Archon shortly after the rite of ascension. He feared how you would react. However, he was pleasantly surprised when you accepted it and told him that you wouldn't treat him any differently.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Zhongli's worst fear is the fact that he will more than likely outlive you. He doesn't want to go through the pain of losing someone he cares so deeply for again.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Zhongli always knows when something is amiss with you. Whether it is you are upset and trying to hide it from him or when you have a surprise planned for him. It is like he knows before he even sees you.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Zhongli is quite old-fashioned with names and tends to go with pet names like love and darling. However, he does call you my lily on rare occasions.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Zhongli quite enjoys just spending time with you curled up on the couch in your shared home with you on his lap your head resting on his shoulder as he tells you stories or as he reads. He also enjoys going to the market with you and just visiting different places in Liyue.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Lose it by Oh Wonder reminds Zhongli of you. He doesn't really know why but when he hears it he thinks of you.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Once you and Zhongli have been in a relationship for a while he begins to become more and more open with you. This is of course after he knows you won't take advantage of his ex-archon status.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

Zhongli asked you out after he knew you for about ten months. He wanted to make sure that the emotions he was feeling were genuine and if they were was a hint that you reciprocated these feelings.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Whenever you are upset Zhongli will do his best to help cheer you. Whether that be reassuring you that want someone had said about you was inaccurate. Or just giving you a shoulder to cry on. Zhongli was your anchor that kept you tethered to reality.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Zhongli is incredibly proud to call you his partner. He might not seem to be the one to show off but he wants to show you off as if you are the finest noctilucous jade in all of Teyvat.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Knowing that you can hold yourself in a battle reassures Zhongli greatly however he does hate it when you do come back injured. Unfortunately, that comes with the nature of fighting. However, if Zhongli had to use his polearm to defend you he wouldn't hesitate to. He has watched so many people enter and leave his life that he will do anything to keep you in his for as long as possible.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Zhongli is quite good at picking up on your microexpressions, to the point that you are like an open book to him at times. Nothing gets past him easily.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Zhongli would 100% propose to you when the time is right. That time being two years into your relationship before he would propose to you he would take you on probably the nicest date he could think of. I can see him proposing to you during the lantern rite.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Having you run your fingers through Zhongli's hair after a busy day calms him down so quickly. Having you near him is like a massive relaxant itself. He finds that any problems that plagued his mind before are gone once he is with you.

[soobmint]

when the ice begins to thaw | kang taehyun [f] ice prince! au, 10.4k words

s u m m a r y : The rumors of the Ice Prince, Kang Taehyun, that run throughout the kingdom of Glacies are nothing short of terrifying. Known as a spoiled boy who does nothing but take advantage of the horrors bestowed upon the kingdom by his grandfather, the late king, Taehyun is feared and despised by nearly all of his subjects. When you decide to take matters into your own hands as the kingdom’s greatest thief by plotting to steal the crown that harnesses the prince’s unjustly earned powers, you are surprised to find out that perhaps the Ice Prince is not exactly who everyone fears him to be.

c o n t e n t s : kang taehyun x fem reader, ice prince! taehyun, thief! reader, lots and lots of fluff, very mild angst, features enhypen’s 02 line!!

t a g l i s t : @honeyju @chanluster @tyonfs @magicalstellar

n o t e : this oneshot is my contribution to the five princes collaboration! you can find the masterlist for the collab here. check out the other participants’ blogs too! [ @bffsoobin, @juunnies, @honeyju, @gyuluster ]. this was a lot of fun to write and i hope you guys enjoy it!

FOR SOMEONE WHO WAS THOUGHT TO BE THE GREATEST THIEF AROUND, YOU WEREN’T VERY QUICK ON YOUR FEET. 

It had been nearly half an hour since you had set your way across the icy bridge that led to the palace, nothing but the cloak of night to conceal you and your companions. You had studied the palace’s floor plan for months leading up to your mission, but for some reason, during all that time you hadn’t really thought of how difficult it would be to cross this god forsaken bridge. Your feet nearly came out from under you with every step you took, and it was so narrow that the four of you had to walk in a single file line.

 Speaking of your companions, the three boys that accompanied you were proving to be an obstacle to your success all on their own.

 “Jake, you have to keep up.”

 You turned to see Jay, your self-proclaimed “second-in-command,” pulling Jake along by the wrist. The former liked to brag and say that he was among the most elite group in the village, boasting a great air of bravery and courage. However, now that he was actually in the face of danger, he seemed to be the most cowardly out of them all. Sunghoon, the brains of the operation, held up the rear of the group, shaking his head in exasperation at his companions.

 You sighed, bringing the group to a halt as you turned to face them, arms crossed over your chest. “I don’t feel as though I should have to remind you, boys, but we’re not here to play,” You said, giving Jake and Jay the heat of your glare. “Jake, if you’re too scared to help out, I suggest you back out now before it’s too late. Oh, and Jay, leave the leading to me, would you?”

 While Jay mimicked your voice in the most obnoxious way possible, no doubt completely disregarding what you had just asked of him, Jake ripped his arm free of Jay’s grasp and puffed up his chest. “Me, scared? Oh please, Y/N. I’m flattered that you think about me enough to care, but you’re looking at one of Glacies’ greatest rising legends! The future generations will tell stories about me, no doubt.” He threw you a careless wink, and you had to fight back the impulse to cackle out loud at how ridiculous he looked. “And you’ll get to say you had the pleasure of knowing me. Or perhaps even the pleasure of having courted me as well?”

 From where he stood behind him, Sunghoon smacked the back of Jake’s head. That seemed to be enough to shut him up nicely.

 “Anyways,” You continued, “We’re losing moonlight. I needn’t remind you of the fact that if we don’t make it out of here with the crown tonight, we’ll likely never get to see justice restored to our kingdom. Understood?”

 “Perfectly,” Jay said, his voice strained in forced submission to your authority. You merely rolled your eyes—you were quite used to him and his attitude after spending nearly your entire life with him and the other two that accompanied you.

 “She’s right, you know.” Sunghoon spoke for the first time since the four of you had set out on your assignment. You began to move forward again, the rest of the group following close behind. “The palace security is weaker tonight because the crown prince sent an assembly of guards to accompany the prince of Regna Terrae back to his home. The odds of us finding another gap in security like this are—”

 “Incredibly slim, yes, we know,” Jake said. “You’ve only told us about twelve dozen times.”

 “Maybe if I thought you were actually listening to me, I wouldn’t feel the need to repeat myself so often.”

 “Well maybe if you weren’t such a pain in my—”

 “Shh.” You held up your hand as you came to a stop again, after having finally set foot off the slippery bridge and onto the snow-covered walkway that led to the huge gates made of solid ice. Some might have tried to simply break through the ice to earn entry to the palace, but you knew better.

 This was no regular formation of ice—it was ice forged by the crown’s magic.

 You looked around for any sign of stray guards. If your team’s predictions had been correct, the guards would have been switching their stations at this time. You had approximately four minutes and fifty-three seconds to get through the gates before the rotation was settled, so there was no time to lose.

 You glanced behind you, noticing that the boys had all replaced their teasing and playful mannerisms with serious gazes hardened by determination. With a single nod from you, everything was set into motion. Jay handed you the rope and hook from his bag, and you wasted no time in tossing it over the gate, pulling it tightly until you were certain that it had successfully latched onto the top. Jake knelt in front of you, folding his hands before extending them towards you. You placed your foot in his hands, waiting for him to give you a boost.

 “Are you sure you can do this by yourself?” He asked.

 “Yes, I’m positive,” You assured him. “You guys need to head to the far side of the wall and wait for me there. Sunghoon knows what to do if I’m in danger, but everything will be fine. Now hurry up and boost me.”

 After a moment longer of hesitation, Jake thrusted his hands up while you jumped up at the same time, reaching out to grab the rope while you planted your feet against the icy gate. You let out a tiny sigh of relief when your feet didn’t slide off or cause you to fall—the boots that Sunghoon had designed to grip the ice were proving to be just as effective as he had claimed. You pulled yourself up the rope, moving as quickly as possible without letting your feet slip.

 You soon found yourself perched at the top of the gate, your huff of relief turning into a cloud in the cold air. The view was nothing short of magnificent; fountains with frozen displays of various animals and flora, a grove of trees painted blue with ice and frost, and the castle. If you had the leisure to simply stop and observe the spiraling towers made of crystal ice, the beautiful clouds of eternal snow that remained stationary above the palace, the giant snowflake patterns that were imprinted along each outer wall, you would have stayed there just looking for ages.

 But you knew that sightseeing was not on your agenda. When you glanced over your shoulder, you were happy to see that the boys had already left for their station, leaving you on your own. It took you no time to spring into action. You jumped down from the top of the gate, the impact of hitting the ground sending an echo of pain up your legs and to your core, but you quickly shook it off and sprinted towards the outer wall of one of the towers. Your informant from within the palace had sent word that the window you were about to climb into was the best place of entry. It was in a distant hallway that was close enough to the throne room for you to have easy access to the crown, but far enough away from where the guards were stationed that the chance of them being alerted to your entry was small.

 You threw your grappling hook up again, this time latching it on the sill of the open window. Without Jake’s boost, it took you a bit longer to climb the rope, but you were no amateur when it came to breaking and entering. Soon enough, you had dropped down into the stairway that lied beyond the window, thanking your lucky stars yet again for Sunghoon and his slip-proof boots.

 Your footsteps echoed throughout the walls of ice, and you bit the inside of your cheek, taking care to make your steps as soft as possible. The past months, you had done practically nothing aside from memorize the floorplan of the palace, but you couldn’t help how nervous you were beginning to feel. This was nothing like when you snuck into the kitchen at the local tavern to snatch some food for the hungry kids, or when you broke into the overstock building for the tailors to grab a few winter coats for those who needed them.

 This was the castle, and you were there to steal the crown. Not just for your own good, but for the good of everyone else in the Kingdom of Glacies.

 When you finally reached the throne room, your heart was practically in your throat. Typically the cool headed one of your band of thieves, this feeling of pure anxiety was something new to you. With a shaky breath to calm your nerves, you peeked around the corner to take a look at what awaited you in the throne room.

 There were two thrones at the far end of the room, made of spiraling ice spires and decorated with intricately detailed snowflakes that would never melt. One was a bit taller than the other—the King’s throne, no doubt—while the other didn’t reach quite as high in the air, but that didn’t make it any less marvelous of a sight to behold. The real piece of beauty in the dimly lit room of ice, however, was the pedestal that sat just between the two thrones which held the giant, sparkling crown made of ice and snow.

 It was the King’s crown; the bane of every Glacian’s existence. And it just so happened to be what you planned to walk out of the palace with that night.

 Stationed right in front of the crown, two guards stood, frozen just like the pillars of ice throughout the room. You bit your lip, growing increasingly worried as you waited for your cue to move in towards the crown.

 “Argh! You’ll never catch me, you scum!”

 Never before had you wanted to sock Jake in the face so badly as you did in that moment. He had been instructed to create a diversion, but it sounded more like he was a pirate from the Kingdom of Nymphe. His shouts spilled in through the open window right behind the thrones, filling the otherwise silent palace with his voice. If you could have trusted that Sunghoon would have been loud enough to even be heard, you would have asked him to do it instead. He was the only one who even pretended to listen to you.

 “What’s that? You think you can chase me down? With those skinny legs? Ha!”

 There was a loud bang, and you decided in that moment that when you got back to your village, you would kick Jake out of your team and encourage him to join the theatrics group instead of pursuing this line of work. Not because he was a good or compelling actor, but because he was so outlandishly obnoxious that he would fit right in.

 The guards glanced at one another, but neither of them moved from their stations. They probably assumed—or hoped—that someone else would be taking care of the lunatic outside.

 Until they heard Jake shout, “Take that!” which was followed by a large crash, and another slew of empty threats. The guards quickly ran out one of the back entrances of the throne room, finally giving you your chance to move forward.

 You were light on your feet, not even making a sound as you dashed across the iced floor. With one leap, you skipped up the few steps that led to the crown. It was even more stunning close up, just as alluring as all the stories surrounding it had claimed. Blue jewels frosted over were embedded in the crown, which was made of solid ice, just like the palace that it sat in. The most mesmerizing part about it, however, was the flurry of never-ending snow that surrounded it, as though it were a part of its own atmosphere, separate from the rest of the world.

 Your heart stormed within your chest, and you thought it might burst right out of you. Everything you had prepared for had led to this moment, but now that it was finally here, you were beyond terrified. But you were ready.

 You stretched your hands out towards the crown, but before you could even feel its icy surface beneath your gloved hands, you felt someone’s body press flush against yours from behind, one arm holding you around your shoulders, and the other pressing the edge of an ice dagger against your throat.

 Heart in your stomach, you were silent for a few moments. Someone had caught you. It was over. It was all over. You prayed that Jake, Jay, and Sunghoon had gotten away safely, that only you would have to pay the price for trying to seek justice for your kingdom.

 You had practically written your own eulogy in your head when you heard the person speak, their breath tickling the back of your neck as they tightened the ice cold grip they had on you.

 “You know, it is wrong to take something that isn’t yours.”

 A man’s voice. You could tell right away, and his words made your blood boil. Perhaps you should have bitten your tongue, but you couldn’t keep the venomous words from leaving your mouth.

 “It’s not wrong to take back something that was yours to begin with, is it?”

 “I’m afraid I’m a bit lost. Does this crown belong to you?”

 “It doesn’t just belong to me,” You seethed, “It belongs to every single Glacian, those alive and those who have passed, and I’m here to take it back.”

 With that, you quickly snatched the knife from the man’s hand and spun around, pressing the blade against his throat this time, grabbing onto the front of his shirt to hold him in place.

 When you saw his face, you knew you were a goner for sure.

 Piercing blue eyes, a sharp jawline, blonde hair so light, it was almost white. His skin seemed to be made of ice, and his lips were set in an amused grin, one of his perfectly shaped brows arched upward.

 You were holding the edge of a dagger against the neck of Kang Taehyun, the Ice Prince himself.

 With the simple flick of his wrist, the dagger in your hand dissolved into snow, falling from your grasp in an instant.

 His eyes drew you in and he held you with his gaze; frozen, unable to move, a fistful of his white sleepshirt still held within your fist. Your imagination began to run wild as you tried to predict what would happen next. Based off of what you had heard about the prince, you expected him to turn you to ice right then and there, perhaps preserving you in his room full of iced prisoners that he was rumored to have, or maybe he would just shatter you to bits and pieces right away, like a glass smashed against a stone floor.

 You decided to take your last shot at doing what you had gone there to do.

 You quickly shook yourself from the prince’s grip, pushing him back onto the icy floor. When he no longer had a hold on you, you lunged towards the crown, hearing Taehyun shout, “Wait!” before the tips of your fingers barely touched one of the crown’s jewels. When you made contact with the crown, you felt a sharp pain in your neck, and with great force, you were thrown back onto the ice, landing right next to the prince himself.

 The pain was spreading from your neck to the rest of your body, like frost creeping up blades of grass. You pressed your hand against your neck and couldn’t hold back a gasp when you saw blood covering your palm.

 Before you knew it, Taehyun was leaning over you, gently cupping your neck in his hands. You closed your eyes, certain that he was about to strangle you for your vain attempt at destroying the crown. His fingers were like icicles against your skin; smooth, strong, and deathly cold.

 But he didn’t strangle you. He didn’t even squeeze your neck or try to block your airways at all. Instead, he lightly brushed his cold fingers over your skin. As he did so, you could feel the pain melt from your body.

 “There you go,” He said softly. He helped you back to your feet, and you opened your eyes, pressing your hand against the place where your wound had been just moments before. There was not a trace of blood left in sight.

 “What was that?” You whispered, holding Taehyun’s gaze.

 Before he could answer, you heard three familiar voices fill the chilly throne room. With eyes round as saucers, you peeked over the Prince’s shoulder to see Sunghoon, Jake, and Jay being dragged in by not one, two, or even three—but five palace guards. Where said guards had even come from, you had not a clue.

 There was, however, one thing you knew for sure: your plan had failed, and the price of failure was going to be your life.

 Or at least, you thought it would be, before the prince saved you.

 You swallowed, wishing that you could have at least seen your companions walk free. This whole mission was your idea, after all. You alone should have been held responsible for the failure. Heart racing, you grasped at endless threads of half-strung ideas that wove in and out of your mind, trying desperately to figure out some way to save the boys.

 “Please,” you said, your eyes meeting Taehyun’s, “Let them go. I drug them here; they have nothing to do with this. You can turn me to ice, kill me, do whatever it is that you desire. Just let them go, please.”

 “Y/N, don’t,” Sunghoon said firmly, but you ignored him, keeping your eyes fixated on the prince.

 Taehyun’s eyes softened, his brows knitting together, almost as if he were hurt by your pleas. He was being just as cautious as you were—perhaps even more so. “I have no intentions of harming you or your friends, my lady. In fact, the desires of my heart are quite the opposite of what you assume them to be.”

 You raised a brow. “Please, enlighten me of your true intentions then, Ice Prince.”

 “I want to help you.”

 “Oh, come on,” Jay groaned. You shot a glare that would freeze any normal man, but alas, Jay was far from normal, so he continued to speak. “Y/N, don’t listen to a word this prick says. If he wanted to help his people, he would have done so by now.”

 Although you wanted to cut out his tongue from how annoyed you were by Jay’s habit to speak up during the most inappropriate times, you knew that your friend had a point. The people of Glacies had been driven to desolation and poverty by the late king’s actions, while in your eyes, the rest of the royal family did nothing but sit idly by and watch it all happen.

 But you had just seen a side of the prince that was entirely different from every story you had ever been told about him. When your life was on the line, he didn’t kill you or laugh mercilessly as he watched the life leave your body. He had saved you.

 Taehyun turned to face your friends, and you felt your heart leap into your throat. The prince motioned for the guards to release their holds on your friends. They did as they were told, and the three boys were much too shocked by Taehyun’s instructions to do anything but stand there, frozen, keeping their eyes glued to the prince as he spoke once more.

 “I understand why you’re here,” He said, glancing over his shoulder at the crown. He locked eyes with you for a split second before he looked back at the boys. “I want the same thing you do. But I’m afraid that there’s no way for you to achieve your goal by simply taking the crown. It’s far more complicated.”

 “What do you mean you ‘want the same thing’ we do?” Jake finally spoke after regaining some sensibility—though he never had all that much to begin with, in your opinion. “Do you even truly know what we are here for?”

 “You want to destroy the crown and restore the kingdom to its former state of balance,” Taehyun said. “Am I correct?”

 “It’s not just that,” Sunghoon finally spoke up, his cool, calculating eyes drifting between you and Taehyun, as if he expected the prince to turn around and attack you at any given moment. “We want to undo all the pain and suffering your family has caused us. Do you even know how desolate your people have become while you’ve wasted away in your palace for the past two decades, Your Highness?”

 Taehyun frowned, casting his eyes down to his feet. “I’m well aware. I know it may not look like it, but I’ve been doing everything I can to help reverse the pain my family has caused our kingdom. But I realized that I can’t do it alone.”

 He turned to face you then, and you were surprised to find yourself drawn to his piercing eyes rather than being struck down by fear. His gaze was urgent, but it was gentle.

 “I need you to help me.”

 “No. Absolutely not.” You tore your eyes from Taehyun to glare at Jake, who had decided once again to speak out of turn. “Y/N, you can’t trust him! Don’t do it.”

 You knew where Jake was coming from, but you couldn’t help but feel as though Taehyun was telling the truth. And even if the prince were lying, you would probably never have the chance to get this close to the crown again. Even then, it was clearly impossible for you to touch the crown, as you had nearly died trying to do so just moments before.

 You had no choice. You were going to stay with Taehyun.

 “I just have one condition,” You said, ignoring the objections that flew from the lips of your friends. “You let them go. Now.”

 “Of course,” Taehyun said without a moment’s hesitation. “I have no intentions of keeping anyone here against their will. Yourself included. But if you truly want to destroy the crown, I need you to stay with me. Just for a few days.”

 You nodded, keeping your eyes trained on his. “Alright. But the moment I sense that you’re lying to me, Your Highness, not even the four princes of the surrounding kingdoms will be able to save you from my wrath. Understood?”

 Perhaps you were just seeing things, but you could have sworn that you saw the prince smile when he said, “Perfectly.”

 -

 WHEN YOU WOKE UP THE NEXT MORNING, THERE WAS A NOTE ON YOUR BEDSIDE TABLE.

 Well, it wasn’t your bedside table, but rather the one in the bedroom Taehyun had lent to you for the duration of your stay. The night before, against all their complaints, you had sent Jake, Jay, and Sunghoon back to the village with instructions to search for you if you didn’t return in a week’s time. After they had left, you wanted to talk to Taehyun right away, but he had disappeared from your sight, leaving you with a guard who said that the Prince had gone to bed, and that you were encouraged to do so as well.

 You stretched your arms above your head, squinting in the morning sunlight that slipped through the curtains, and picked up the note from the table.

 I hope you found the room suitable for resting. When you wake, put something on from the closet in your room then come to the dining hall for breakfast, if you’d like. One of the maids will escort you there.

 —Taehyun

 You sighed, folding the note up and setting it back on the table. After another good stretch, your feet met the cold floor and you slumped over to the large closet, throwing the doors open. Your eyes were met with dresses in varying lengths and shades of blues and periwinkles, and shoes to match them all. A great sigh left you at the sight—you did not wear dresses. But the pants and shirt you had come to the palace in were caked with mud and sweat, so you had no choice but to change, and it wasn’t like you had many options.

 Begrudgingly, you searched through all the hanging gowns, finally settling on a long sleeved, ankle-length frosty blue dress made of lace that held subtle snowflake patterns throughout the skirt. It was the most practical looking one amidst all the others, but you still found yourself already growing annoyed at the lack of freedom you felt in the skirt. You put on the pair of shoes that went along with the gown and stopped by the mirror, running your hands through your tangled hair before you finally stepped out of the bedroom.

 A maid was waiting outside the door, just as Taehyun had said she would be. You followed her down the stairs of ice, hugging your arms across your chest as you shivered from the cold.

 “I know this is the Ice Prince’s palace, but does it have to be so cold?” You asked, your teeth chattering. There was no response from the maid as you went down the last flight of stairs and found yourself walking into a large dining room, with a glass table in the center of the room and a dozen chairs surrounding it. The floor was frosted over, and snowflakes fell from the ceiling, though they melted away as soon as they hit the floor. Only the seat at the head of the table was occupied—Taehyun sat there, dressed nicely in a dark blue suit, his hair parted neatly to the side. He smiled when he saw you, motioning for you to take the seat beside of him.

 You sat down slowly, taking great care to cross your legs so you didn’t accidentally expose too much of yourself. Taehyun eyed you curiously as you reached for the cup of tea that a servant had sat down for you.

 “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you seem to be a little bit uncomfortable,” He said, sliding a plate of fruits and breakfast pastries towards you. You accepted them gratefully, noticing just how hungry you were now that you could smell food. “Is it because of the dress?”

 You nodded, swallowing the grape you had tossed into your mouth before responding. “Dresses were not meant to be worn by thieves, Your Highness.”

 He hummed, leaning back in his chair. “I’m not sure if I would classify you as a thief, my lady. I personally find the term ‘vigilante’ more suitable.”

 You paused, the piece of chocolate bread that you had pinched off frozen halfway to your mouth. You set it down, narrowing your eyes at Taehyun. “What do you know about me?”

 He smiled, taking a sip from his own teacup. “I know what I’ve heard. You are Y/N, the greatest thief throughout all of Glacies—some would even say throughout all the Five Kingdoms. You know this kingdom like the palm of your hand, and you’re extremely good at not getting caught. Unless, of course, you find yourself in my home.”

 You scowled, looking away from him as your cheeks grew warm.

 He laughed for a moment, but his tone grew quieter when he spoke again. “I also know that you almost never steal for self-gain. You take for yourself what is necessary for survival, but the rest of your plunders go to the starving and impoverished people of our kingdom. You take from those who have more than enough and give to those who having nothing at all.”

 To say you were speechless would have been an understatement. You were under the impression that the prince despised his people, just as his father and grandfather had before him. But now you were to believe that he knew of your existence, long before you had even made an attempt to steal the crown?

 You poked at the food on your plate, your appetite suddenly gone as your mind churned with questions.

 “Well, since you seem to know so much about me, allow me to inquire about yourself, Your Highness,” you said, setting your fork down and folding your hands in your lap.

 He nodded with unabashed enthusiasm, scooting forward in his seat. “Of course. Ask me anything.”

 You held up three fingers. “I have three questions. One—what happened when I tried to touch the crown last night?”

 “Ah,” he said, tapping his fingers against the table. “Well, as you’re well aware, my grandfather channeled all of the kingdom’s magic into that crown. It’s the most powerful object throughout all the kingdom.”

“Yes, that’s why I’m here.”

 He nodded, pressing his lips together. “Well, when my grandfather had the great spell cast upon the crown, it also came with a protective curse. Only those with royal blood flowing through their veins are able to touch the crown, and anyone else who attempts to do so . . . well.” He gestured to your neck, where the magic cut had sliced through your skin. “You saw what happens.”

 “And you have healing powers, apparently,” you said, running your hands against the smooth skin of your neck, double checking just to make sure that no trace of the injury was left there.

 “Not exactly. Because all of the kingdom’s magic is held within the crown, I have access to all the ice magic in the kingdom,” Taehyun explained. “Healing just happens to be one of those powers, among ice manipulation, the ability to turn things into ice, control of the snowstorms, the power to generate snowstorms, the power to plant things in frozen ground. . . you get the picture, I assume. Because of the overwhelming amount of capabilities I’ve been granted due to my grandfather’s spell, I’m not sure what my actual ability is.”

 You nodded once, slowly, trying to keep up with the influx of information. You put one of your fingers down, then said, “Question two. I know you’re the Ice Prince, but why in all the five kingdoms is it absolutely freezing in here? Can’t we start a fire or something for a bit of warmth?”

 Taehyun laughed, although you struggled to see what was so funny as a shiver went up your spine. “Another lovely perk of the crown’s magic; because my entire being is so reliant upon its powers, I’m quite weak on my own. My body temperature can’t go above a certain degree, or I’ll perish. So I’m afraid we must keep it quite cold in here for the time being.”

 “It seems like this crown is doing you more harm than good,” You muttered, slightly disappointed by his answer as you were hoping to garner a bit of extra warmth. You shook it off, putting another finger down and leaving only one remaining up in the air. “Last question. Why do you want to help us, and why am I the right person to help you?”

 “That’s two questions in one, isn’t it?”

 You rolled your eyes, and Taehyun quickly wiped the teasing smirk off his face, his expression growing grim as he prepared to answer your final question—or questions, as the prince had been so kind to point out.

 “I know it doesn’t compare to the pain that the rest of our people have gone through—yourself included—but the crown’s spell has done more harm than good for my family as well,” Taehyun said.

 “How so?” You asked.

 “As I explained before, those of us with royal blood are incredibly reliant upon the crown,” he began. “Because of this, we aren’t able to be far from it, or we become incredibly weak, and eventually, we will die.”

 Your eyes went wide at that, your mind racing. You hadn’t thought of the possibility that the crown could be harming the royal family at all, especially not in such a deadly way. “So, have you never left the palace?”

 He shook his head, looking down at his hands. “Not even once.” He sighed, bringing his eyes back up to yours. “My sister left us, a few years after my grandfather died and a few years before my father passed. She fell in love with the stable boy, and they decided to run away. At the time, we knew that we would become weak without the crown. But we didn’t know how weak we would be. Two weeks after their great escape, the stable boy returned. And my sister. . . she was dead. My father had the stable boy put to death immediately upon his return.”

 You covered your mouth with your hand, stifling the gasp that threatened to slip past your lips. The royal family was so isolated from the rest of the kingdom, that none of you had even heard of the princess’ passing.

 “So then, you’ve been alone all this time, since your father passed?” You asked, your voice quiet and careful.

 He nodded, his eyes shining with tears that never fell. “Correct. And that is why, now more than ever, I want to reconnect with the people my family has driven to desolation. I know how harmful it has been for our kingdom since we have kept all of the magic to ourselves. You haven’t been able to farm, to use the magic for yourselves, or even turn the ice into water for necessary use. By hoarding all the magic to ourselves, we have forced our people into poverty. I want to right what we have done wrong. And that is where you come in, my lady.”

 “That’s the second part of my last question,” You said, pushing your plate back so you could lean forward against the table. “Why do you need my help?”

 He smiled, wiping the back of his hand across his eyes, the action so rushed you had barely registered its occurrence. “I’ve spent the past two years studying the origins of the spell on the crown. There’s supposedly a cave near the border between Glacies and Terrae where my grandfather traveled to have the spell cast, and in order to break the spell, I have to take it back there. And, according to my sources, nobody in the land knows their way around the caves quite as well as you do.”

 “I’m flattered, although I am quite curious to know who’s been saying such kind words about me behind my back,” you said, wishing you knew who Taehyun had been in communication with that would know of your occupation and skillsets. “So, what I am gathering is this; you want me to guide you to this cave and help you break the spell in order to finally have the magic distributed back into the kingdom?”

 “Precisely. Only if you are willing to do so, of course.”

 It was your turn to smile then as you stood to your feet, extending your hand towards him for a shake. “You needn’t ask me twice, Your Highness. When do we leave?”

 He stood as well, his smile mirroring your own as he took your hand in his and shook it. “We head out first thing tomorrow morning, my lady. Until then, let us prepare. Together.”

 -

 YOU AWOKE THE NEXT MORNING TO THE SOUND OF A CRACKLING FIRE.

 Beneath your face was something warm and soft, but not quite as soft as the pillow you had slept upon the night before. When your eyes fluttered open, you were surprised to see that you had fallen asleep in the drawing room, the map you and Taehyun had spent all day studying spread out on the table before you, and your head resting upon his shoulder.

 You quickly sat up, brushing your hands through your hair in an attempt to fix the wild strands. Taehyun was already awake, smiling at you as you looked away, cheeks growing warm.

 “Did you sleep well?” He asked. It was still early in the morning—so early that the sun had not even risen yet, leaving the room bathed in the predawn darkness.

 You shrugged, daring to look back at him only to see him smirking at you in the dark. “Well enough, I suppose,” you mumbled, your eyes finally landing on the source of the sound you had awoken to. In the corner of the room, Taehyun had gathered a pile of logs and started a small fire atop them, casting a soft orange glow upon the room made of ice. You gasped, turning back towards the prince. Beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead and cheeks, and you noticed that his breaths were much more labored than they had been before.

 “Taehyun, what are you thinking?” You asked, grabbing his arm firmly. “Go put that out. Now.”

 “You were shivering,” He said, refusing to let his eyes meet yours. “I didn’t want to see you suffer. It’s the least I could do after all you have been through because of us—if I can suffer in your place, I will do so gladly.”

 You sighed in exasperation, grasping his hand in your own. He looked at you then, eyes wide from the unexpected contact. “Your Highness, you have been doing everything within your power so far to right what has been wrong for so long. I refuse to let you blame yourself and cause yourself any form of pain for something that has always been out of your control. In order for us to finish this, we must do so together. Now, go put that fire out or I will be forced to find a way to do it myself. And I will have you know that my methods are not usually the safest.”

 He sighed, finally giving in as he raised his hand, a gust of icy wind blowing past your face and killing the fire on the far side of the room. You sighed in relief, giving his hand a squeeze before you let it go.

 “Thank you,” he whispered. “I do not feel as though I deserve your kindness nor your understanding, but I am grateful to be receiving it regardless.”

 “Everyone deserves kindness and understanding, Your Highness. Especially you.”

 After that, the two of you grabbed a quick breakfast from the dining hall and gathered all your supplies from the drawing room before you threw on a thick cloak, allowing Taehyun to lead you out into the snow and to the stables. He introduced you to the reindeer named Atlas that would be pulling your sled, and then led you into the stable where the sled was stored in order for the two of you to finish gathering a few last-minute supplies before you were to head out on your quest.

 While Taehyun began throwing things into the back of the sled, you became distracted by a wall strung with weaponry. A quiver of arrows caught your eye, and you reached up to pull a single arrow out, observing it closely.

 “This looks like something Jake would be interested in,” you mused, twirling the arrow between your fingertips before you set it back in its place. “He’s been trying to improve his archery.”

 Perhaps it was your imagination, but when you looked back at Taehyun, you could have sworn you saw his smile falter, at least for a moment. He shook it off though, throwing a sack of food into the back of the sled before he asked, “So, you and this Jake guy. How long have you been courting?”

 You nearly choked on the stable’s air, throwing your hand against your chest in shock. “I’m sorry, what?”

 He raised a brow, turning to face you fully. “You are courting him, aren’t you? He seemed to be concerned for you in a way that went deeper than friendship, from what I was able to observe.”

 “Oh, please. Jake flirts with anyone who even bats an eye in his direction. We are not in a relationship.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the mere thought. “The only time I ever touch that man is when I’m trying to slap some sense into him—and I mean that quite literally.”

 Taehyun laughed, almost as though he were relieved, while he began to tighten the reins that kept Atlas anchored to the sled. “Would you ever consider courting him? If he asked you to, of course.”

 “He has asked, and I’ve never considered saying anything other than no.” You picked up the pile of blankets one of the servants had left by the sled and lifted it over the edge, making sure they landed right in the middle of the bench where the two of you were to be seated. “He is not my type.”

 Taehyun leaned back against the sled, the slight smirk you had grown accustomed to seeing taking over his features once again. “Well, what exactly is your type, my lady?”

 You went still, not sure why his question made your stomach flutter like a disturbed nest of bluebirds. You had never really given this much thought before, but now that he had asked you, your mind was instantly flooded with thoughts of cold hands and warm smiles, icy eyes and flushed cheeks, strong arms and gentle words.

 You turned away from him before you spoke, trying your best to be nonchalant. “I think I’d like to find someone that I understand more than anyone else. Somebody that the rest of world may see as cold and brittle, but someone I know to be warm and soft on the inside.”

 When there was nothing but silence after your words, you dared to glance back over your shoulder at the prince. Upon doing so, you were more than a little bit happy to see that you had made him just as flustered as he had made you, with his cheeks and nose painted cherry red—and not just from the cold.

 He cleared his throat, biting his lip to keep his smile from being too obvious. “Good to know. If I ever meet someone who I think would meet those standards, I’ll be sure to send them your way.”

 “Oh, please do,” You said, glad that the tense silence was thawing. “And quickly if you don’t mind. The elders in my community remind me at every passing chance that my childbearing years will be over before I know it, since that’s apparently all that matters.”

 That earned an even bigger laugh from him, which caused to you giggle in return. When he smiled at you again, you couldn’t help but lose yourself in his eyes. But who could blame you when they sparkled like freshly fallen snow beneath the morning sunlight?

 “I’ll keep that in mind, my lady.” He hoisted himself into the sled and extended his hand out towards you, his brilliant smile never once falling from his face as he said, “Now, what do you say we go and restore this kingdom to its former glory? I believe it’s long overdue.”

 -

 THE SLEIGH RIDE THROUGH THE KINGDOM HAD BEEN FAIRLY PEACEFUL, FOR THE MOST PART. Taehyun had the reins and was guiding Atlas through the snow-capped mountains while you held the map and directed him, although you could practically navigate your way throughout the kingdom with your eyes closed, no doubt.

 The scenery was beautiful in some ways. Trees weighed down by ice coated branches, casting rainbows across the ground as the sunshine reflected through them. The deep snow covered the ground, coating the entire landscape in a blanket of endless white. You sighed, perhaps a bit too loudly as you gained Taehyun’s attention.

 “What could possibly be weighing so heavy on your mind to earn such a heavy sigh, my lady?”

 You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that took over your lips at his jest. “I’m just tired of all the ice, I suppose. It’s so suffocating. It kills all the beautiful things and leaves us with nothing in return but cold.”

 “That’s not how I see it though,” Taehyun said, holding onto the reins with one hand so he could keep the other around your shoulders, making sure you didn’t fall out of the sled as you crossed over a particularly bumpy patch of ground.

 “What do you mean?” You asked, willing your expression to remain steadfast lest you reveal how flustered you were by Taehyun’s physical contact.

 He smirked, and you cursed yourself internally, knowing that perhaps the faint flush in your cheeks had given you away after all.

 “I mean, I see the ice as more of a new beginning than an ending,” He explained. “Of course, it does freeze everything over for a while, but it thaws eventually. And when it does, everything starts all over again. The rivers start running, the flowers begin to bloom, the animals come out of their sleep. Everything begins again, until it is time to freeze once more.”

 “Well, that sounds nice in theory, my dear prince, but I am afraid there’s something you are forgetting,” You said.

 “And what is that?”

 “This is the Kingdom of Glacies. Well, the version your grandfather created, that is.” The smile fell from your lips. “The ice here never thaws.”

 “Maybe the kingdom is still waiting for its new beginning,” He said. Gently, he grabbed your chin and turned your face towards his. He smiled then, the action alone so bright and warm, you were surprised the snow didn’t melt right off the trees.

 “The kingdom may still be waiting for its new beginning,” He whispered, “But I think I have found mine.”

 You were speechless. Never in a million different lifetimes would you have even dared to imagine the Prince of Glacies saying such sweet words to you. Unsure of how to respond, you cleared your throat and looked away, afraid your face would melt right off at this rate. You heard the sound of rushing water not too far off, and you glanced over to see a small spring beneath a gentle waterfall.

 “We should stop there to let Atlas drink,” you suggested, leaning forward to pet the back of the reindeer. “It would be nice for us to stretch our legs too.”

 Taehyun obliged, leading Atlas over towards the spring. You were more than happy to jump out from the back of the sled and stretch your legs, and the view was nothing short of spectacular. As you drew closer to the border between Glacies and Terrae, there were a few patches of green grass peeking through the snow, and some bodies of water—like this spring—were unfrozen. Seeing the rushing body of water made you think of what Taehyun had said to you just moments ago, and you felt your heart flutter once again.

 You nearly flinched in shock when you felt him slip his fingers between yours, gripping your hand tightly.

 He smiled, running his thumb along the back of your hand. “Care to go for a stroll?”

 You nodded, deciding to push past your nervous feelings by taking the lead and pulling him along behind you. You were both quiet as you walked, taking careful steps over the snowy grass and onto the rocks that led up towards the waterfall. When you reached the fall, you stuck your hand beneath it. It was cold, of course, but you were mesmerized by how it sparkled, dots of the afternoon sun shining through the beads of water. The pressure of the waterfall was fairly low—no stronger than a drizzle of rain. The water first hit the slab of stone that the two of you were standing on before it cascaded down into another, smaller waterfall, which led into the spring that Atlas was drinking from.

 “Do you like it here?” Taehyun asked, watching the way your eyes glowed as you let the water fall between your fingers.

 You looked back at him, smiling brightly. “I love it. Don’t you?”

 He nodded, glancing up at the falls then back at you. “It’s beautiful.”

 He looked down at your hand in his for a moment, and then he gently tugged on it, causing to stumble a few steps closer to him. You raised a brow, clearly confused, but didn’t pull away.

 “How about here?” He asked.

 You nodded slowly, narrowing your eyes. “Sure. I like it here as well.”

 He swallowed, gathering all the courage from every corner of his soul before he took a step forward, closing the gap between the two of you, his free hand coming up to cradle your jaw while he kept the other tightly intertwined with your own.

 Your eyes were wide, lips parted in shock, but you made no moves to distance yourself from him. Slowly, he brushed his thumb along your bottom lip, lowering his face towards yours so that he could feel your breath against his own mouth.

 “And here?” He whispered, his eyes meeting yours. “Do you like it here?”

 When you nodded once again in answer to his hushed question, he wasted no time in diminishing the space left between the two of you to gently press his lips against your own.

 His lips worked against yours perfectly as you allowed your eyes to fall shut, letting your hand fall from his grasp so you could hold his neck in your palms, your fingers slipping into the hair at the nape of his neck. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into him as his kiss grew deeper and you followed along, tilting your head to better match your lips with the pace of his.

 When he pulled away from you abruptly and rested his forehead against your shoulder, you knew right away that something was wrong. He was breathing deeply, his hands clutching the fabric of your dress. You cupped his cheeks in your hands and lifted his face to yours, seeing how red his cheeks, nose, and ears had gotten.

 “Taehyun? What’s wrong?”

 He let out a shaky breath, his eyes still closed, his chest still heaving. “I’m—I’m sorry. I can’t kiss you, it’s too—I’m getting too warm.”

 Your heart sank as you continued to hold his face in your hands, racking your brain for ideas. The sound of the waterfall rushing behind you filled your ears, and you glanced over your shoulder, biting your lip as an idea popped into your head.

 Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, you carefully walked backwards until you felt the ice cold water cascade over your head and down your back, stopping once you and Taehyun were both standing fully beneath the waterfall.

 His eyes were wide, and he was slowly beginning to stand up straighter, his face growing less and less warm beneath your skin as the moments passed by.

 “What are you doing?” He asked, nearly shouting to be heard above the light rush of water.

 You smiled, pushing back pieces of his hair that the water had plastered to his forehead, only for them to fall right back into place.

 “Why would you ask a question with such an obvious answer, Your Highness? I’m about to kiss you.”

 He seemed to be in shock, but before he could utter out a single word in reply, you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him once more beneath the cascade of icy water, the feeling of his lips against your own giving you more than enough warmth in the core of your soul.

 -

 IT DIDN’T TAKE YOU LONG TO REACH THE CAVE WHERE THE LATE KING HAD FIRST CAST THE SPELL THAT RUINED THE LAND OF GLACIES. You had set back out on the road shortly after your somewhat extended rest stop, and by following the map closely, you arrived at the mouth of a cave with icicles hanging from the top and also sticking up from the ground. It looked much like the mouth of a great beast. It was too dangerous to try and bring Atlas inside with you, so Taehyun tied him and the sled to a nearby tree. He grabbed the bag that held the crown inside of it in one hand and then made his way to your side.

 “Are you ready?” Whether his question was directed towards you or himself, you couldn’t be sure. Regardless, you took his hand in yours and gave it a squeeze.

 “I am ready when you are, Your Highness.”

 He smiled before he took the first step into the cave, carefully sliding between two spires of ice and gently pulling you along behind him. The cave didn’t go on for very long, and there was no need for you to bring a lantern along with you, as the daylight that spilled in through the entrance was more than enough to light your way.

 When you reached the end of the shallow cave, a large pedestal made of stone was waiting for you. It was surrounded by a perfectly round back wall, with ancient texts inscribed on the walls. You weren’t able to decipher them, but you made your way towards the pedestal, your hand still locked with Taehyun’s.

 A large black scorch mark in the shape of a sharp snowflake tainted the surface of the pedestal. Atop it rested a tattered and torn piece of tan paper, also written in a language you were unable to read. You slowly picked it up and handed it to Taehyun. “Can you read this?”

 He nodded, squinting his eyes a bit before he read the words written on the page.

 “To seize the power given to all, you must first destroy the treasure within. To restore the treasure within your soul, you must then destroy your everything.”

 As soon as the words had left Taehyun’s lift, a violent, howling wind burst through the room. It blew with so much force that your hand was ripped from Taehyun’s, and you were thrown back against the stone wall of the cave. Taehyun was blown to the side opposite of you, and the crown fell from his grasp, landing near your feet. For some reason, the crown didn’t seem to be affected by the wind, as it remained stationary.

 “What’s going on?” You shouted, gripping at a spire of ice nearby to keep from being blown right out of the cave. Bits of sleet and snow were pricking at your skin, the chilling air feeling sharper than the blade of ice Taehyun had held against your neck just days before.

 “I don’t know,” He shouted back, gripping a rock that protruded from his side of the cave. “We need to decipher what was written down on that paper—that must be how we are to break the spell!”

 The words scribbled onto the page flashed through your mind.

 To seize the power given to all, you must first destroy the treasure within. This was obviously referring to the spell itself—the one cast by Taehyun’s grandfather. In order to steal the magic from the rest of his subjects, he had to sacrifice the most valuable power of all—his humanity.

 To restore the treasure within your soul, you must then destroy your everything.

 What had been everything to the late king?

 His power.

 His crown.

 “Taehyun!” You shouted, daring to hold on to the spire with one hand in order to point at the crown by your feet, which still remained unmoving amidst the magical storm. “The crown—you must destroy it!”

 He tried to stand, but was instantly knocked back on his rear, desperately grasping back onto the rock that kept him anchored. “I cannot make it over there to retrieve it!”

 You bit your lip, glancing between Taehyun and the crown only for a moment before you made up your mind. You knew what you had to do.

 “Y/N,” Taehyun warned, catching on to what you were about to do. “Y/N, don’t—!”

 It was too late. You used your boot to pull the crown towards you before you grasped it in your fist. Pain shot through every inch of your being—beginning in your neck, then spreading through your chest and your legs, to the tips of your fingers and the bottoms of your toes, piercing through you like the sharpest bite of frost. You cried out in pain, over the noise of Taehyun screaming for you to put it down, before you mustered up every last bit of strength within you to lurch the crown towards the prince.

 He caught it with one hand, his heart racing as he saw you fall limp to the ground, the wind battering and blowing your unconscious form around like a lone leaf in the winter’s wind. Tears stung at the back of his eyes, and he glared at the crown in his fist, all the anger and resentment he had felt towards his grandfather over all the years combined with the fear of losing you coming to a peak within him. He channeled every bit of these hostile and fearful emotions into the palm of his hand, where a burst of ice so strong was emitted that it covered the room in a blanket of white, the crown first cracking in his hand before it burst into a million shards, scattering all over the cave floor like pieces of glass.

 The storm died out immediately, and Taehyun felt a rush of energy enter into his body. He felt stronger, healthier, warmer. But none of that mattered to him. Not when you were nearly lifeless on the other side of the cave.

 “Y/N!” He shouted, tripping over his own feet as he sprinted towards you. He collapsed to the ground beside of you, gasping at the sight of blood dripping down your neck and seeping through your clothes.

 “No, no, no,” he whimpered, the tears finally slipping down his cheeks as his hands pressed against your wounds, but there were too many of them for him to cover.

Desperate, he let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes. He knew that he no longer had access to all the powers he once did now that the spell was broken. There was no way for him to know if his healing magic was his true form of magic.

 But he had to try.

 At first, when he tried to omit the soft glow of icy power from his palms, nothing happened. But then, he felt a familiar tickling sensation on the surface of his skin. He opened one eye, then the other, nearly breaking down in sobs of relief as he watched gentle trails of frost travel down your skin, closing all your wounds and erasing any traces of them that would normally be left behind.

 When the last cut had disappeared, your eyes fluttered open, and you smiled at him.

 “Well done, your highness. You’ve broken the curse.”

He grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you upright, crushing you against him in a hug.

 “Never do anything like that ever again,” He muttered against your ear, squeezing you even tighter. “I thought I lost you.”

 “You cannot get rid of me that easily, Your Highness,” you teased, pulling away just enough so you could look into his eyes. “Besides, I knew that healing magic was your true gift. I knew you would save me.”

 “And how exactly did you know that, my lady?”

 You pecked him on the nose, giggling at how red it turned afterwards. “Because you are a kind and good prince, Taehyun. And you will make a wonderful, healing king.”

 “What about you?” He asked. “We should see what ice power you have been gifted.”

 You hesitated, gently holding one of your hands out in front of you. Your brows knit together, and Taehyun laughed at the expression before he placed his hand beneath yours.

 “Feel the energy running through your veins,” He said. “Let the magic guide you.”

 Nothing happened for the first few moments. But then, one by one, snowflakes began to fall, seemingly from out of nowhere. Soon, you held a tiny snowstorm in the palm of your hand. You gasped, eyes glowing with excitement.

 “It worked,” You said, staring at what you had created in awe before you allowed it to die down.  You then cupped his cheeks in your hands, leaning closer towards him.

 “How does it feel to finally be free? What is the first thing you would like to do now?” You asked.

 He couldn’t take his eyes from your face, his thumbs tracing invisible lines across your cheeks and your jaw, occasionally slipping over your lips. “The first thing? Simple; I want to make you my queen.”

 You coughed, but remained fairly unphased by his forwardness as you responded with, “Although that is something you could have done without breaking the spell, I am quite fond of the idea. Yet, I have one even better than that—how about we instead dissolve the monarchy together?”

 He laughed at that, brushing his hands through your hair before cradling your jaw once more. “One step at a time, princess. We can talk about that later. But what about you? What are you most excited about now that the kingdom has been restored?”

 You smiled then, not having to take long at all to think of your answer. “As wonderful as having newfound magical abilities may be, my prince, the most wonderful thing about breaking this spell is that I am now able to kiss you wherever I please—without having to stand beneath a freezing waterfall.”

 This time, when you leaned forward to capture his lips with yours, Taehyun gladly welcomed the warmth that rushed to his cheeks. And as he kissed you, he was sure that all the warmth that spread throughout him was enough to heat the entire kingdom, so much so that he dared to imagine that the eternal ice of the Kingdom of Glacies would finally begin to thaw.

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Fluffy Alphabet || Evan “Buck” Buckley

anonymous requested: “Fluff and smut alphabet for Evan Buckley? (Obviously separate)”

A/N: i love Buck and I hope you all enjoy this!

TW: Nope

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?): He’s very physically affectionate. He loves hugging you, having his arm around you in some fashion. It brings him comfort for you to be close.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?): Jokes, all the time. He’d be there at a drop of a hat for you, no matter what. Doing fun things, being there for each other when your mental health goes to shit, etc.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?): Buck likes to cuddle. He prefers to be little spoon, it gives him comfort, and he loves laying his head in your lap so he can have his hair played with.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?): Buck would love to settle down with a partner and eventually raise a family. He cooks and cleans, he lived alone for while before Albert moved in with him.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?): Face to face. I can never imagine him doing it over the phone or over text unless it was a long-distance relationship. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?): Buck deeply wants to be in a committed relationship after he works on himself and his trauma. He would want to get married 2-3 years into a relationship, giving him and his partner enough time to be settled  and to know each other. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?): Buck tries to be incredibly gentle, both physically and emotionally, but let’s be honest, Buck’s a giant golden retriever. He would try his best not to hurt you, but he fumbles and gets too excited. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?): Buck loves hugs! His hugs are often bone-crushing, and long, but those are some of the best hugs. He’ll hug you any time you asked, and when he sees you, or if something positive happened.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?): Whenever he feels the need. I don’t think he’s one to hold his emotions in, at all, so he’s impulsively just tell you in the heat of the moment and hope it doesn’t backfire on him later.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?): Buck would get moderately jealous. He’d try and let you do your thing, wave them off, but if whoever it is doesn’t back off he’s ready to step in at any given moment.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?): Buck’s kisses are long and passionate. He’s very physically affectionate, and kissing is one of his favorite ways to show you just how much he cares for you.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?): Buck is great with kids. They just naturally tend to like him, and he doesn’t understand why.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?): Buck would make you coffee, or go out to get you two breakfast from a local restaurant. Then there would be talk of what you have to do today, possibly a shower together, and if there’s nothing going on then you two would plan the day together.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?): Nights spent with Buck at home are either spent watching sports, a movie, or playing video games on the couch. He would want to be cuddled up to you, desperate for the comfort you bring him, and if things become spicy, you’d in the night in bed with him.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?): Buck would open up to you, telling you about his life and his job. The deeper things, the darker secrets, would take longer for him to tell you. He barely has a grip on them himself, he doesn’t want to subject you to that.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?): Buck isnt usually quick to anger, unless you really fucked up. He’d more than likely would just want you to sit and talk to him about it than anything.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?): Buck tries his best to remember everything, especially the smaller details, but sometimes he just forgets. He usually feels guilty about it afterwards, but you always reassure him that it’s okay.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?): First date. He put a lot of thought and planning into it, and it had worked out really well for the both of you. He enjoyed the feeling that you two had just clicked, it wasn’t something he was used to.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?): Buck is very protective of you. He would defend you to anyone, even his family, and would hope you would do the same in return.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?): Buck puts a lot of effort into anything important to you, including dates and anniversaries. He’ll do everyday tasks correctly, no matter how long it takes.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?): impulsivity, takes too many risks.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?): He likes looking good. He takes pride in his appearance and will take his time in making sure he’s well-groomed before going anywhere.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?): For a while, yes, but eventually he’d realize you complimented him, not completed him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.): Buck loves to pick you up in his arms and carry you. Doesn’t matter that you might be as tall as him and weigh more than him, it’s his favorite thing to do. He also loves piggyback rides, he loves listening to your laugh as you do it.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?): lying, bad hygiene, being late, bad manners.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?): He sleeps when he can at the firehouse, but at home he has a decent sleep schedule. He likes to wakeup early in the morning so he tries to go to bed at a decent hour.