#but today I saw this beautiful person with like dark brown shoes

[jonsnoodlearms]

people (especially women) with funky clothes and hair are everything to me

[mika-no-sekai-blog]

Part VIII

Word count: 3700+

Warnings: mentions of tormenting, burning, swearing

Autumn themed divider by tsunami-of-tears

Part VII | Part IX

"Tie her up to the chair."

Killian's cold voice bounced off the stone walls of dungeons. He hated this place. He felt like vomiting from the smell of urine, blood and death. He didn't have to come down here ever since his father died and how grateful he was for that. However, today he had a job to do here. Someone dared to try to kill a member of his family. It was unforgivable. He wouldn't let it go so easily and make the person pay for it.

He marched down the narrow hallway toward an open cell door. His eyes stopped at the door without grid at the end of the corridor, making the scars on his body itch. He couldn't even count how many days he spent locked there. Or his brothers.

He suppressed the urge to burn this place down and focused on the task at hand. Tied up in the chair sat a lesser faerie with brown skin that looked like fallen leaves, small horns on top of head and black bead eyes. These faeries were harmless and devoid of any significant magical powers. There was no need to use faebane on her.

She hissed at him to which he raised a brow. He had never seen her in the Forest House before. He stopped in front of her with his legs slightly apart and hands behind his back. He had a hard time to control himself. If he could, he would kill her right away and wouldn't waste time with tormenting her. Unfortunately, they needed all information she had because this had to be planned by someone else. Someone enough powerful to get her in.

"Let's start straight away, shall we. You answer my questions and you may live a day or two longer. If you don't answer, well.. I will have a lot of fun with you," he mused and allowed the fire in his veins to reach his eyes, playing with small flames between his long fingers.

Faerie spat on the floor too close to his shoes for his liking. "I won't tell you anything," she laughed.

"Yes, you will," he smirked, pushing off of the wall and stepping closer. Female in the chair frowned in concentration. Before he could put even a finger on her, she flared up like a torch with ear-splitting roar.

Killian tried to put out the fire, but this flames didn't obey him at all. He watched helplessly as she turned into a pile of ashes in a matter of seconds. What the fuck was that?

One of the guards came running with a bucket of water.

"It's too late, idiot," Killian grunted turning to the exit. "Clean it up."

The acrid smell of burnt flesh followed him long after he left the dungeons.

Waking up was like trying to get through too thick layer of ice. At least you finally could breathe even though your throat was sore, the sharp pain shooting in all directions every time you swallowed. You were shivering with terrible cold so much your teeth chattered.

"It's okay. I'm here," a deep voice spoke lowly as a warm, big hand squeezed yours, the other one gently landed on your forehead. The warmth spread to your body in a second. It felt so good that you moaned.

Your eyelids fluttered as you pushed them open. At first you saw nothing but light and shadows dancing around. As things came into focus you recognized your room and Eris leaning over you.

His red hair were messy as if he ran his hands through them at least hundred times, dark circles under worried eyes. He was still wearing the same clothes as at the party, now splashed with droplets of blood.

"Hey, sleeping beauty," he smiled kindly at you. "How do you feel?"

You blinked. How did you feel? You took a moment to check up with your body. You were tired, limbs heavy, but otherwise you were fine.

"I'm just little bit cold," you rasped and frowned.

"It's okay. Your throat will be sensitive for a while. The cold will eventually disappear, too." He helped you to sit up and put the mug with tea to your lips. You took a sip, the hot liquid warmed you from inside.

"What happened to me?"

Eris's features hardened, lips pressed into a thin line. His eyes flared up with anger so fierce you jerked.

"Someone tried to poison you," he said after he got his anger under the control.

Everything even your mind silenced for a moment. "Why?"

He shrugged and putting the mug down he looked to the side to the window. "That bitch killed herself before Killian got a single word out of her."

You swallowed heavily and frowned in pain.

"But don't worry. We checked all the staff in the castle and tightened security. It will not happen again."

He cleared his throat and turned back to you. He gave you a small smile that didn't reach his eyes. His hand again found yours as if he needed a physical reminder that you were still alive.

"Lay down. You need to rest. I'll stay here with you."

"I'm sorry.." Your lower lip quivered.

"What?" he looked at you confused.

"I'm so sorry. I ruined the party you prepared-"

He silenced you with one long finger pressed to your lips. "Don't. Don't ever say anything like that. It's not your fault. You did nothing wrong. I should have taken better care of you. If I hadn't momentarily lost you in a crowd, it wouldn't have happened. I'm the only one to be blamed for this outcome."

You shook your head, silver lining your eyes. He took a deep breathe and straightened.

"Let's change topic to something less.. traumatic," he smiled cheerfully and again it didn't reach his eyes. "You didn't even have a chance to open your present. Do you want to do it now?"

You sobbed quietly, but nodded anyway. Eris stood up, went to your vanity and took the small box. Mattress dipped down as he sat on its edge and handed you the present. His hand slightly trembled.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart," he muttered sadly and kissed the crown of your head.

With trembling fingers you untied the ribbon and opened it. On red velvet pillow rested a necklace with silver pendant of crescent moon with a star in the middle. In the center of the star a stone in the same colour as Eris's eyes flashed in the light. You gasped, tears rolling down your cheeks. I've never got a present yet something so beautiful.

"I saw you watching the night sky and wanted to give you something that would represent your home Court because you brought nothing with you from there. At least nothing nice."

"It's also a reminder of the place my.. happiness is coming from," he added almost inaudibly.

"It's beautiful," you sobbed and reached up for him. He hesitated for a moment, but then leaned in, allowing you to pull him down into a hug. As his head rested over your heart, he let out a contented sigh, squeezing you so firmly it almost hurt. "Thank you. It's the most beautiful gift I've ever got."

"No.. Thank you for staying here.. with me."

After that Eris urged you to take rest and you managed to persuade him to lay down, too, and rest with you.

Even with your fast healing it took a few days until you stopped shivering and were able to stand up from bed. Eris spent most of the time with you as your personal heater, but he couldn't postpone his High Lord duties for too long. When he had to leave, his place took Killian who seemed to feel miserable for what happened to you. It took you three hours to convince him to let it go and his trademark grin finally returned.

Except of the two of them only a healer was allowed to enter your chambers and you dearly missed Irene and Ellen who personally overlooked preparations of every your meal and brought it to you, leaving it in the sitting room.

When you grew enough strong to stand on your own, Eris and Killian returned to their duties and your dear friends were allowed to again take care of you. Their gloomy, worried expressions turned into tears of relief as soon as they stepped into your room. They ran to you and hugging you, swore to never leave your side again.

However after your close encounter with the death, something changed in you and you started to look for ways to get some time alone. Though it was quite a challenge. Eris really didn't lie about the tighter security. Irene and Ellen were practically glued to your side most of the day and guards stood even in the hallways and gardens now.

It was hard to escape them, but years spent in the shadows of Hewn City taught you how to stay unseen and unheard.

When you managed to get away, you looked for remote corners of extensive gardens and grounds around the castle. Grateful for moments spent in silence, you just wandered aimlessly around in the brisk air and enjoyed the bright colours of autumn.

Once you found a hidden path on the edge of the forest that seemingly led to the hills behind the castle. After following it for a while you got to ruins of something that at first glance looked like a temple. Fallen pillars and pieces of sandstone covered with moss and greenery lay scattered on the ground around, remains of marble statues peak from undergrowth. Without thinking about the possible dangers you wandered through the ruins, wondering to what god or goddess this temple used to be dedicated to. Your kind had excessively long lives, yet no one remembered the names of gods your ancestors worshipped. Maybe you could try to look for some information in the library when you would return back.

It was fascinating to watch falling leaves dancing through rays of light at this historic site. It filled your heart with similarly warm feeling you felt every time Eris was around. You stretched out your arms and danced with them, feeling light and laughing merrily for the first time since you were poisoned. You were so enchanted by looking up at that magical beauty that you hadn't even noticed you were surrounded.

A low growl caused your steps faltered and made you look down. A dog like creature blocked your way, showing off its sharp canines. You tried to carefully back out with raised hands, hoping it would let you go when you heard a snarl coming from behind you. You slowly looked over your shoulder just to find another few of them behind you.

You were surrounded by twelve of gray and sleek like smoke hounds that growled and slowly crept toward you enclosing the circle. There was no place you could escape to or climbed at. With racing heart you were counting your last moments in this world when a sound of whistle bounced off the stones. The hounds with pricked ears stilled and then barking dashed running toward the sound.

Relieved they were gone, you fell on your knees and covered your face with trembling hands. "Thank the Mother," you breathed out shakily in a tiny voice.

"Did you miss me, guys? Hm? Did you miss me?" A males voice spoke to them in baby talk.

Your face snapped up in shock. Your eyes met with Eris's and for a moment you gaped at each other. His face turned bright red like a tomato and he pinched the root of his nose, groaning.

"You.. heard it, didn't you."

"I think.. yes, I did."

"Fuck," he swore under his breath. "There.. nobody comes up here. Usually."

"They are yours?" You pointed to the scary creatures.

The hounds were jumping at him like overexcited puppies, asking for his attention.

"Well, yes, they are my smokehounds. This place is enchanted so no one can get to them. How did you break through?" He looked behind you. "And where are your maids? They should keep an eye on you, you know."

"I-I ran away," your shoulders slumped.

He came closer and sat down next you, bumping his shoulder lightly to yours while hounds gave you a questioning look.

"Something happened?" he asked kindly.

"No, not at all. They are great and I like them so much. I just.. sometimes I need a moment or two for myself."

He sighed heavily.

"I understand that, but I'll have to check the security nonetheless. At least guards should know-"

"It isn't their fault," you quickly said, looking at him, panicking that you caused problems for those people. "They are doing their jobs conscientiously."

"Well, apparently not when you manage to sneak out so easily," he raised a brow, amused. He wouldn't hurt them, that was clear.

You bit on your lower lip. "They are quite scary, aren't they," you tried to change topic and to your surprise it worked.

"They are the best hounds in Prythian, of course, they are scary."

"I've never heard about them," you admitted.

"How could you?" Eris snorted. "They are so highly prized that it's forbidden to give or sold them beyond the borders."

"Why? What's so special about them? Except of being scary."

"They are magical," he teased you and again lightly bumped your shoulder. You laughed with him. "That wasn't joke though. They have their own magic. They are extremely fast and can sniff out their prey no matter where it hides. Even on the other side of Prythian. They are beautiful creatures, don't you think?"

You weren't sure what to say. They really were nice hounds and their reaction to Eris was cute, but their strange eyes and the intelligence in them gave you chills. If Eris didn't appear so suddenly, they wouldn't hesitate to kill you.

"Do you want to meet them?"

You breathed in sharply. "I-.."

"Come! They won't hurt you, I promise." He helped you to stand up. Playful flames danced in his amber eyes as he took your hand and gently squeezed it, smiling like a small boy who was about to show you his biggest treasure.

Eris took out small silver whistle from his pocket and whistled long tone. The hounds lined up and sitting down waited for next command.

"See? I trained them myself. This is Egon," he started with the closest hound. "He comes from a bloodline that our family owns for generations. Birdie loves birds, preferably for lunch. Pilot usually takes the lead and Kama loves snuggles. She is like a mother of the whole pack. Ivory has the smoothest fur. Badger is a brawler and causes the most of the troubles. Takeo here is a real warrior. He once even engaged in fight with naga. Saved my ass, honestly. I was still too young and stupid back then. Greystone is.. simply Greystone. Ketch loves to play fetch. Lightening is the fastest of them. Patience is obviously the most patient one and Scotch ends any fight Badger starts."

Eris named hounds one by one, scratching every hound between ears as he introduced them. He was completely relaxed, unguarded. You'd never thought that grown male over 500 could be so carefree, boyish and playful. You tried to pay attention to his words, but his expression captivated you and in the end you couldn't take your eyes off of him.

"Good guys," he praised them and took out a bag of dog treats, giving one to each of the hounds.

"And now listen carefully." The hounds stilled, all eyes on him. "This is my wife, Y/N. You must not hurt her. Do you hear me? She is important." The hounds eyed you for a moment and sniffed the air. Then they barked once as if in agreement. You had to scoff at the absurdity of this dog's army. If you hadn't witnessed it, you wouldn't believe something like this is possible.

Eris laughed out at your reaction. Then as if he got some exciting idea, his lips twisted into wolfish grin. "Do you want to touch them?"

"I'm not sure..," you stuttered and took a step back, but his hand didn't allow you to get too far.

"It's fine. Kama, come here." One of the hounds separated from the pack and came closer, panting.

"Go on," Eris challenged you.

You couldn't and didn't want to tell him no. Slowly you crouched down until you were on a same eye-level with the strange creature. Hound's icy coloured eyes watched you, calculating. It was nerve wrecking. You slowly reached out but didn't touch her yet. The hound called Kama sniffed your fingers curiously and then snuggled to your hand. You hesitantly petted her. Kama stepped closer resting head on your skirt. Before you knew, you were surrounded by twelve hounds that pushed and snarled at each other just to get scratched between ears by you. You giggled petting as many heads as you could reach in that chaos.

Eris was watching you with an affection and a wide smile on his lips. He seemed to be mesmerized by the picture of you surrounded by his pets. After a while he searched his pockets and took out old looking ball. The hounds were immediately at his legs, jumping up to get to the ball. He threw it into the ruins and they dashed after it.

"I always have one with me just in case," he blushed. He took a step towards the ruins and you followed him.

"What is this place?"

Eris shrugged. "I'm not sure, but it looks like temple, don't you think? I found it by accident when I got lost as a child. Ever since then, I like to come here when I need to think or just to be alone. That's why I keep my hounds here, too."

"It's magical."

Eris just nodded. "I started to feel some kind of ancient energy here when I got older. I guess that's what attracts me to this place so much. But since I've became a High Lord, I feel that energy even more intensively. It literally pulses through the ground under our feet. I wish you could feel it, too. It's like..," he shook his head and sighed. "There aren't words that could describe that feeling."

You could feel the magic that he spoke about. You didn't know if it was the exactly same thing as he felt, but it was like walking in a stream of fresh mountain water. It flowed through ground and the remaining stone, vibrating and pulling you deeper to the ruins. Hand in hand you followed it, occasionally disturbed by the hounds with their ball.

You took turns throwing the ball to them, wandering through the ruins. Words weren't important. It was pleasantly spent time and exactly what you needed the most. Eris wasn't trying to pull you to conversation, seemingly enjoying the silence and your company as much as you did. As sun started to set to the horizont he sighed heavily.

"We should head back. It's getting late."

He apparently didn't want to go back nor did you. You loved to spend time with him in general, but this afternoon was even more precious to you. Eris was himself here. No masks, no pretending, no holding back. You could see his real self and hated the idea it should be again hidden somewhere where you couldn't even catch a glimpse of it. You wished this moment would never end.

Maybe that was the reason why you dared to step to him and embrace him, resting your face on his chest. He stiffened, even his heart fell out of its rhythm. But when he finally moved, his arms squeezed you so firmly you couldn't move even if you wanted to. His head fell forward, resting on top of yours. As if it was meant to be like this all the time, it felt so right that it drew a moan from the both of you in the same moment. His fingers entwined with your hair, holding your head from behind and tugging you even closer. Meanwhile your hand rubbed up and down his back in a lazy circles.

When you at last pulled away enough to look into each other's eyes, he breathed in shakily.

"There's something I-," his mouth moved without a sound. It seemed that he desperately needed to tell you whatever he had on tip of his tongue, but instead he only pressed his lips together, jaw tightening and shook his head. "No, that's nothing."

"What is it?" You pressed him, wanting to hear it. He only shook his head again.

"Maybe some other time."

His lips pulled into a sad smile. Taking your hand he led you down the secret path to the gardens. Near the closest castle gates he halted, remembering something important and turned to you. He was about to speak when a servant dashed from the castle, running to you.

"Your Lordship, I'm so sorry to disturb you, but they are looking for you. It's urgent." He came closer and whispered something to Eris who frowned.

"My apologies, but I have to go now. Go straight inside, no more walks today." And he was gone. Sighing you followed after him and went looking for your maids.

The very next day in the morning Irene and Ellen burst into Eris's office, the tears staining their faces.

"My Lord! She is gone," they sobbed.

"What? Who?" frowning he looked up from the documents, confused.

"Y/N! We went out for a walk as every morning."

"We just stopped to pick up some of her favourite flowers for bouquet to her room and she was gone. We looked everywhere, but no one seems to catch even glimpse of her." They cried one over the other.

Pale Eris was at once on his legs, hand already on handle. "Show me where it happened! Quickly!"

On the way out he almost knocked down Killian who was about to open the doors. The papers he held flew into the air, floating to the ground all around them, but nobody cared about it at the moment.

"Y/N is gone! I want every man out looking for her," he shouted at surprised Killian and dashed off with maids at his heels.

[braidlottie]

WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER.

part 1

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you were finally home from school, with the weekend ahead of you. you got an insane amount of work done last night, just so you could take the next few days to relax.

kicking off your shoes and putting your key on the hook, you called for your mother.

you walked through the hallway, entering the kitchen and seeing your mother and another lady across from her with a cup of tea.

“oh, hello,” you greeted shyly. the woman just smiled and waved. “sorry if i’m intruding-”

“no, it’s fine, honey. i wanted you to meet lottie. she’s one of my friends from high school.” the woman went to shake your hand, you shaking back politely. “i’m y/n.”

“your mother’s told me quite a lot about you, y/n.” lottie’s eyebrow raised, your smile fading. “oh god, she didn’t show my naked baby pictures, did she?” you asked in fear, making her laugh and your mother roll her eyes.

“very funny. now if you’ll excuse me, i’ll be in the bathroom.”

taissa leaves the room, also leaving silence between you and lottie. you went to the fridge to grab a drink, gulping deeply before speaking again.

“so how did you and my mom meet?”

“we were in a soccer team together in high school. we were so close, the team had a beautiful bond. it was almost like we were stuck together with glue because we would never leave each other’s side. but then, college came around.”

you frowned. “did you guys end up going to different schools?” lottie nodded, taking another sip of her tea. “we all made plans to meet up during break, but no one ever had any time. then one day i realized i haven’t spoken to my friend in months.”

“i’m sorry, that must’ve been hard.” you tried to say something sympathetic, nervously scratching the back of your head. “you’re a darling, you don’t have to apologize.” lottie shook her head and lightly patted your hand that was on the marbled kitchen island. you looked down at your feet, then back up at her. she was totally checking you out, but you didn’t want to think that! she was your mother’s friend!

but..

her touch was so gentle, and her voice, oh her voice was so raspy yet so soft and warm, it could send you to sleep. you were so bad at making eye contact and part of you felt like she knew.

“what were you two talking about?” you jumped, hearing your mother’s voice down the hall. lottie’s hand left yours, just before taissa turned the corner, the same peachy smile she had when you first saw her. “oh just telling him about us in high school. your mother was the most competitive person i know. and still is.” lottie turned to you mid sentence, her eyes dark with lust.

“uhh, it’s been fun you guys, but i really have to study-”

“on a friday?”

“yes, mom. on a friday.” you hurriedly walked up the stairs, seeing the two women watch you from below.

finally, walking up to your room, you closed the door. you straight up lied to your mother, turning on your tv instead of pulling out our workbook. you just wanted to get away from it all.

you couldn’t get the way lottie looked at you out of your head. her eyes were practically burned into your brain, you couldn’t even close your eyes. her big brown eyes were still there, staring you down.

you got broken out of your trance when you heard a knock on your door. “can i come in?”

“uhh- yeah, sure.”

your mother came through the door, leaning against its frame. “i just wanted to let you know that lottie was staying over tonight. are you okay with that?”

your heart sunk. you had thought you wouldn’t see this woman ever again after today, and now she’s staying at your house?!

“uhh, yeah, no, that’s totally fine. that’s awesome, actually.” you smiled awkwardly, trying to play off the fact that you wanted lottie to absolutely fu-

“are you sure? you seem a little-”

“tired. i’m really tired, i might actually take a nap.”

“alright, well, good night, honey.” your mother kissed your forehead, you mirroring her smile as she walked out your room, closing the door behind her.

you face planted onto your bed and sighed. you wanted to go back down there and talk to her, but there’s always tomorrow, right?

[multiversefanfics]

Best Friends

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Best Friend!Reader Summary: You and Steve are best friends, but your friendship is tested when someone tells you he has feelings for you. Warning: fluffy Steve(I mean come on look at the gif) probably cussing.

Steve was your best friend and you were his, well except for when Bucky was around. You admit you were jealous of Steve and Bucky’s friendship, it was like Bucky could do no wrong in his eyes. No matter what he always had Bucky’s back, he had yours too but not like he was with Bucky, it was just different maybe because they’ve known each other longer, they both fought in the war, who knows. You and Bucky always competed for Steve’s attention. You were suddenly pulled from your thoughts by the feeling of air brush past your ear you turned your head and there he was, Bucky throwing a piece of bread at you, why bread you’ll never know. “James” You groaned throwing the bread back even though you knew he would dodge it “Why did you throw bread at me?” His smile turned into a smirk and read your face chuckling at your annoyed expression. “Because I’ve been calling your name and you’ve ignored me each time.” You got up from where you were sitting and walked towards him, standing firmly in front of him staring deep into his beautiful blue eyes “What can I do for you today, Mr. Barnes” He licked his lips but then rolled his eyes seeing that you were joking, yet he loved when you called him ‘Mr. Barnes’ but Bucky knew Steve liked you, maybe was in love with you. Bucky chuckled smacked your forehead with another piece of bread “Okay dude seriously stop with the bread” He rolled his eyes leaning against the kitchen counter “Steve wants us to go pick up some things.” You looked at Bucky knowing Steve asked him to pick up things but he didn’t want to go alone, of course you went, an outing with Bucky was always an adventure. You got to embarrass him in public, which was your favorite past time. You grabbed your shoes and followed Bucky out the door and into the car “You know, Steve talks about you a lot.” You looked over at him while he drove “What do you mean? How?” Bucky stared forward tapping his fingers against the steering wheel “He goes on and and on. Y/N did this, Y/N did that, did I tell you Y/N said the funniest joke the other day.” He rolled his eyes as if he was jealous that Steve talked about you nonstop, you couldn’t help but feed into it “Aww is little Bucky jealous?” You giggled while poking his cheek “Oh hush, I am not jealous. I’m just tired of hearing your name all the time.” You smiled wide looking back out the window “You’re jealous.” You mumbled while still looking out the window. You finally reached the grocery store, it was one that you went to often so many people that work there know you by name and greet you like they’ve known you, your whole life and you love it. Bucky grabbed a shopping cart and began reading things off of the list, but you weren’t listening all your attention was on a very attractive, tall, dark and handsome man, you knew Bucky would definitely intervene if you tried to talk to him when he was around “Hey, I’m going to run to the bathroom real quick, I’ll be back.” Bucky groaned and waved you off. You weren’t a bold person but maybe he’ll make the first move, so instead of walking directly up to him you went to the left side of the aisle while he was on the right, you pretended to look at cereal in hopes he’d see you and make a move. Just as you were about to give up and walk away he bumps into you, knocking the cereal you had out of your hand. “Oh I am so so sorry I didn’t see you there” He reached down to pick up the cereal and that’s when you saw his eyes, they were a gorgeous green color with little brown flecks, you took the cereal from him nodding your head “Thank you, I mean- It’s okay, I’m Y/N” You stuck your free hand out to shake his “I’m Bradley” He shook your hand smiling wide, damn even his teeth are perfect “I am truly sorry about the cereal uh, I know this is a little forward but do you want to get dinner sometime?” You nodded exchanged numbers and found your way back to Bucky.

You were getting ready for your date when you heard a knock on your bedroom door, you yelled for whoever it was to come in and that you were in the bathroom. You looked out the corner of your eye and saw that it was Steve, he leaned against the door frame watching you fix your makeup, Steve was in love with you and has been wanting to tell you for ages but there was never a good time, he thought maybe now but with you all dressed up and makeup on your face he knew you were going somewhere “Earth to Steve” You waved your hand gently in front of his face “Oh sorry I was lost in thought, where are you going?” You straightened your skirt while looking at yourself in the mirror “I have a date tonight” His head went back a bit “Oh, okay.” He started to walk away “Wait, Steve what did you want?” You walked after him, grabbing his bicep so he’d look at you “It’s movie night, but you have a date it’s okay. I’ll make Bucky pick the movie.” You mentally smacked yourself you forgot all about your weekly movie nights “No wait, I’ll call Bradley and let him know I can’t make it.” Steve shook his head “Go on the date, have a fun time if you need us we will be right on the couch” He leaned down and kissed your forehead “Have a fun time.” And just like that he walked out of your room, not giving you a second glance. You shrugged your shoulders and walked down the stairs and out the door after saying goodbye to the boys, you met Bradley at the restaurant you didn’t feel comfortable having him pick you up, you didn’t know this man and you have to be careful nowadays. You found the table Bradley was sitting at and walked towards him, he stood up pulling your chair out, helping you push it in before sitting back down in his chair. “I’m glad you agreed to go to dinner with me.” He smiled cheekily, which you returned back to him “Never thought I’d be asked out in the cereal aisle of the grocery store.” You both shared a laugh and continued talking getting to know each other until the waiter came up. “Can I start you off with something to drink?” Bradley told the waiter what he wanted and all you wanted was a water the waiter excused himself and you two went back to talking all while looking at the menu, you felt eyes on you but you decided to shake it off, you’re in a public place people look around. Bradley was talking about his work as a lawyer and you tried your best to listen to him but that feeling of eyes on you crept up again, you looked to your left and there he was. Bucky. You rolled your eyes and looked back at Bradley “I’m sorry would you excuse me for a second.” He nodded and you politely got up and marched over to Bucky’s table “What are you doing here” You whispered/yelled Bucky looked up at you then back at your date “I’m making sure you’re okay.” You groaned and took his menu from him “Go home, Im fine.” Bucky rolled his eyes and walked out of the restaurant.

You walked back over to Bradley “I’m sorry, where were we.” Bradley looked at you with a raised eyebrow “Boyfriend?” Your eyes widened and shook your head “Oh god no, overprotective brother.” He nodded in response to your answer then continued talking about himself, that’s when you realized he never asked anything about you, he went on and on about his accomplishments and awards and many many women he’d dated. You were getting bored and wanted nothing more than to go home and watch a movie with Steve and Bucky. Finally the food came you looked down and it was an array of vegetables on top of a small piece of chicken you looked up at Bradley “I’m sorry, I ordered for you. I don’t want you to feel heavy after dinner I have big plans” You were taken aback by the audacity of this man, what did he mean to feel heavy and what plans did he have after dinner “Um, thanks but I can’t eat this.” He raised an eyebrow “And why not? Y/N let’s face it your eating habits aren’t the best, I barely know you and I can tell” What the hell is that supposed to mean, was he calling you fat? You nodded your head and gently placed the napkin that was folded on your lap back on the table. “It’s been a pleasure getting to know you but I think I’m going to leave.” You stand up, putting your jacket on “That’s a little rude don’t you think?” Your head snapped in his direction “Rude? No, what’s rude is you calling me fat, well trying to.” Your blood boiled as the man tried to defend what he meant even though you knew exactly what he meant. “You know what you’re right, you could lose a few pounds and when you do, call me.” Your fists were balled, angry wasn’t the word, you picked up his glass of red wine and dumped it all on his head earning a gasp from everyone in the restaurant “How about I never call you again since I’m so fat.” You picked up your purse and stormed out of the restaurant and into your car. You slammed the steering wheel, cursing at yourself for being excited about the date. The drive home was silent, in fact, you don't even remember the drive home all you know is that you were outside the compound staring straight ahead. You slowly got out of the car walking inside, you past Steve and Bucky who were still on the couch watching a movie, Steve looked over at you "Hey, how was the date?" You groaned and continued walking up the stairs, you slammed your door shut, falling face first on your bed. You screamed into your comforter wishing you could get the time you wasted back, you wish you would’ve just went home with Bucky instead of going back to that table.

You sat up on your bed peeling off your clothes so you were only left in a bra and underwear “This was such a disaster, girl you spent hours on your makeup and for what? A loser” You scoffed and walked into you bathroom wiping the makeup from your face, you heard a knock at your door, at this point you didn’t know who it could be and you didn’t care, you kept taking your makeup off ignoring the footsteps you heard getting closer and closer “Oh, uh- Y/N I’m sorry” You looked over and saw Steve covering his eyes “It’s fine Steve, you’ve seen me naked before it’s not a big deal.” He slowly uncovered his eyes and kept eye contact even though he wanted nothing more than to let his eyes wander and take in all you had to offer. “I’m assuming the date didn’t go well?” He leaned against the doorframe watching you wash your face “He called me fat.” You looked over as Steve stood straight up, his face turning red and you swore that you could see steam coming out of his ears like a cartoon character, you watched as his fists balled and clench “He what?!” Steve was very protective of you, no one is going to do anything to you as long as he was around. “Steve it’s fine, I should’ve just went with my gut and went home with Bucky when I caught him at the restaurant.” You shrugged your shoulder drying your face off, you turned and walked out of the bathroom, slightly brushing past Steve, you were at a loss for words a feeling that you haven’t felt in a long long time, it gave you butterflies, but you shook it off. It was Steve, he was your best friend nothing more nothing less, maybe. You finally put on your pjs and sat on your bed “Listen, Y/N, why don’t you come finish this movie with us, we can cuddle and i’ll make a Bucky go get all your favorite snacks.” You thought for a second “Come on, it’ll be fun.” You looked up at him and he was giving you puppy dog eyes, you rolled yours “Fine fine, I’ll come. But Bucky better get all my favorite snacks” You pointed a finger at him then followed him down the the living room “Bucky, can you run to the store and get all of Y/N’s favorite snacks?” Bucky looked over and before he could say anything sarcastic he saw the look on your face and nodded “Yeah, I’ll be back, pick out a movie” He stood up and grabbed his keys, you’ve never seen Bucky so soft before, he really cared about you, it almost made you feel bad for yelling at him at the restaurant earlier. Steve grabbed your hand and pulled you to the couch, sitting down first then pulling you onto his lap “So, what do you wanna watch?” You watch as he scrolled through countless movies, when your eyes landed on White Chicks “Oh that one” He clicked on it and pressed play “Shouldn’t we wait for Bucky?” Steve groaned and threw his head back “He’s gonna take forever” You giggled at his whining and kissed his cheek “You’ll live, so how was your day today?” Steve shifted in his seat so he could hold you better “Pretty boring, Tony had us training all day for an upcoming mission” You both went back and forth talking about random things until Bucky came home with 4 big bags of snacks “I know I don’t like that many things” He huffed and placed the bags on the table “You do, but anything for you” Finally you guys could watch the movie although half way through you fell asleep, well sort of. Steve rubbed your back not taking his eyes off the movie “When are you going to tell her?” Steve looked over a Bucky with his eyebrow raised “Tell her what?” Bucky gave him a look then rolled his eyes “That you’re in love with her.” Steve quickly looked down at you then back at Bucky “It’s never been the right time, and tonight is definitely not the right time.” Bucky scoffed and turned to face Steve “If you don’t tell her by Friday, Im telling her.” Steve stared at him for a bit, that gave Steve 4 days to tell you how he feels and if he doesn’t Bucky definitely would, he knows Bucky would and he needs to figure out how he’s going to tell you, because he knows you deserve the best.

Steve Rogers Masterlist - Main Masterlist - Part 2

A/N: This has been sitting here for a while and honestly I hope y’all like this! please, like, reblog, comment anything helps!

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Chapter 1

The Prince needs a night off

Prince Stephen Harrington gets startled awake by the sound of the curtains being pulled open. In order to avoid the early morning light, he moves his head to the other side of his pillow. Trying to get comfortable again to fall back asleep.

"Unfortunately," His covers were yanked off quickly, causing him to curl up against the cold. "Your parents want to have breakfast with you in 15 minutes."

Stephen groans as he rolls onto his back and rubs away the sleep from his face. He adjusts his view to see Murray, Stephen's personal attendant, holding up two different dress jackets.

He held up the jackets slightly thicker than a tunic only the wealthy could afford. One that was solid green with dark green pleats. And the other was raised higher with blue embroidery and white fur lining. “I'm thinking blue today.” Murray said then tossing cream stockings to match on to the bed.

“Sounds good,” Stephen replies, without even looking up at it. He sits up, moving his feet off the side of the bed, stretching his arms out high. He pops his neck as he stands, grabbing the hem of the nightshirt, and tossing it down onto the floor. Reaching over to grab his pants to put on, Murray walks by to pick up his nightwear And tosses it outside in the hall to the boy standing in wait for Murray to order him around.

“Hmm, let's see, What are the occurrences of late? Oh yes, your future? Or Someone probably important died, or if I had to really guess, it’s more than likely something to do with what happened with Lady Wheeler.” He noted with a bit of humor.

The marriage.

Stephen both loved and hated the idea of marrying. Everything had been working according to plan. He had set his eyes on Nancy Wheeler. She was beautiful with her brown curls, the way her eyes bloomed with enjoyment with Stephen. The only problem was Nancy was a leader and not a follower. She wasn't supposed to be just the wife to bring about a family, to help rule a kingdom (At least not in the way she wanted to) From what she told Stephen. She wanted to do more in her life, instead of being tugged by royal ropes.

They had broken their engagement. And he wished her the utmost happiness she could get. It wasn't until earlier that next week that he found out she had fallen in love with someone else. He didn’t blame her for finding true love. He had once thought about that with her. Sure, he still cared for Nancy, maybe even a small part of him deep down still loved her, but it just wouldn't have worked out.

His parents had found out and weren't happy. He already knew that her parents were feeling shame for their daughter refusing the hand of the future King of Hawkins.

Murray checked Stephen's attire again out of habit to make sure it was tied and in the right places. He picked up the Prince's leather shoes, handing them over one by one to slip on.

He dreaded it. He never saw his parents often. They were busy most of the time doing their kingly and queenly duties, which he didn’t mind. He was raised on being by himself and having others take care of him. The only thing he would get from his father would be weekly trivia on ruling the kingdom and showing the people that the only Prince of Hawkins was well-mannered, charming, handsome, and ready to wed. His mother showed affection sometimes but in other ways, gossip, fashion and the secrets of women finding the perfect woman but she mostly kept to her ladies-in-waiting and her dogs.

“Tell me you’ll be in the room at least ?” Stephen asked Murray with pleading eyes, not to leave him completely alone for the next hour or so with his parents. Because at least if he knew Murray was there, he'd be paying attention, and reply everything to the prince later on the important details. Murray was very intuitive. Knew how to work around the bullshit. He talks to the prince freely, which Stephen truly appreciated.

Murray laughed. “Me? Miss out? Wouldn't miss it for the world.” He grinned, pulling the door open to walk through. “But I can't make any guarantees.”

Stephen exhaled loudly and started for the stairs to get to the dining hall. Their footsteps on the stone would alert serfs working in the halls to turn from whatever they were doing. Cleaning the curtains or dusting the tables. To stop and bow as he passed and proceeded to go on with their day.

“Have you seen any travelers in town yet?”

“For the festival? Some.” Stephen had been told before by Murray that there probably wasn't going to be a lot of outsiders coming to this year's royal festivities. Only those People who were lucky enough to get past the enemies outside “And I don’t think it really matters because you’d only be beside your parents on the last day. Up high in your small booth, above us peasants.”

“I could sneak away.” Stephen grinned toward Murray.

Murray scoffed. “Sure, you're getting away from all of them?” He whispered, pointing to the knights in blue and gold standing outside the dining room doors as they approached. “Good luck with that.”

“Yee of little faith.” Stephen said, putting a hand on his heart.

“Yeah well, it's not your head on the chopping block, if things ever go south, your highness.” He gritted back.

The royal family dining hall was a small room that his mother made as a personal space mostly for the three of them. It was brightly lit with open windows. Red and gold tapestries hang from the walls. At once it was cold and was now gaining heat from the fireplace at the end of the room. The fancy furniture was cleaned and polished with fresh flowers from his mothers gardens. The room was filled with the smell of breakfast making his stomach rumble. He looked to see his mother sitting on the far end of his fathers side. Usually she’d sit opposite, but when it was just the three of them. She preferred they were closer.

Murray was close behind Stephen as they made their way over to the Queen, who was sticking her cheek out for him to kiss. “Hello my dove, sleep well?” she asked with a soft smile, watching as he made it around the table to sit across from her. Murray pulled out his chair and proceeded to adjust it before standing against the wall behind him.

“Yes mother, and you?”

Her soft smile disappeared. “Actually, not very well. Another headache.” For the past few weeks, she had been suffering with this ailment with no resolve. “Luckily, it has faded. Have any plans for today?” She asked changing the subject.

“Well, I'm not sure yet -“

The doors opened again to the king himself, walking proudly through the hall toward them, followed by his entourage. Master Commander Hopper, Captain of the king's guard. Looking as grimaced as the day before. And a few other attendants who stayed close to the doors.

He stopped to give his wife a quick peck on the cheek as Stephen had done, and just sat at the head of the table to the queen’s left.

“Morning son,”

“Morning, father.”

Now that the king had arrived The servers were able to start putting food on the table, as well as on the plates of the royal family. Each nodded, or passed their hand to show what they did or did not want.

“I was just asking Stephen if he had any plans for today.” His mother said after a few moments of silence.

“Oh?” His father asked, intrigued. Placing his fork in his mouth.

Stephen almost wanted to ask right there in front of both of them if he could go into town just to explore. However, he kept his mouth shut and answered with another.

“I hadn’t decided yet. I plan on training with Thomas at the ring, or call on Robin.”

“Oh, Robin Buckley?” She beamed. “Do you remember her, dear? General Buckley’s daughter.” She asked her husband, who only looked up briefly and didn't answer. “You do spend a lot of time together. Do you think she could be the one?" she asked, turning back to Stephen.

When Stephen first met Robin, it was an arrangement that his mother had made. For him to meet one of his mother’s friend’s daughter’s. And her father was a General in his fathers military.

She's from an excellent family, a sweet girl that you might like. His mother exclaimed one evening.

After the failed arrangements with Nancy, which, luckily, for Stephen, was still under wraps in the kingdom. And people didn't know much about it, only the inner circle. His Parents and her parents, mostly. Of course, there were a few that had noticed, like servants or guards, but they kept quiet.

He had no interest in meeting anyone's daughters, he was feeling bitter for days (You could say maybe a broken heart was involved) But he listened to his mother after weeks of avoiding everyone and met with Robin Buckley.

His mother, being a hopeless romantic, had set up a picnic for the two of them in the gardens of the castle. One of the nicer ones. She arrived all painted up and looking obviously uncomfortable. Her back was stiff due to her layers and she was not anything like any woman who he’d met before. When other women would smile and bow. Robin, watching her mother leave from dropping her off, peeled off her outer coat, tossing it on a nearby bench. He watched as she crossed her arms, taking a turn in the garden first before even acknowledging him. Once she got closer, she only gave him a quick hello, walked right past him and sat at the table where the food was to be set. It had made Stephen smile at her, this unique creature of sorts, and made him fascinated by her unladylike manners.

And they hit it off, but not in the way their mothers would have wanted. Becoming best friends. Both discovered that they craved independence. Freedom. Talked in length about their likes and dislikes. Listening to each other intently. He had even admitted that his feelings were becoming more than friendship, maybe even love, that's when she trusted him enough to tell him her deepest secrets. That Robin would never be interested in Stephen in that way. At first, it was baffling and a bit strange to him. Making him think frequently about it. Two women together? It was unheard of, and he knew people would reject this. It made him really think about Robin and her safety if the wrong people were to find out and her parents could never. From him overthinking for days made him realize he truly cared about her and he knew he never wanted to lose her.

They usually hung out often, if she was invited over for a stroll or at court. And of course, the people were pests with their rumors saying maybe, just maybe something could be happening between the two. It made her worried after her parents started asking questions. Once people did start talking Robin couldn't help being caught in the crossfire of people’s questions. Do you like him? Isn't he handsome? And Robin, being Robin, froze up face growing red and would turn and run or deny deny deny the rumors. She’d never want that with anyone, any male, no matter if it was Stephen, staying friends, even though it was not what her family would want. So they pretended just so they could be in each other's company as often as they do.

“We're just friends, mother.”

“I have an idea! We can have them for dinner tonight!” she said happily, ignoring him and waving for one of her ladies to come to her side to already make arrangements.

Stephen frowned down at his eggs. Even though he’d get to spend the whole evening with Robin, it made his stomach turn. He didn't want to be this way knowing that all the wrong attention would be on Robin. If only his mother would listen-

“Well, it’s time that you do find out soon, son.” His father said, cutting off his mother's joy. “I am not getting any younger. It's time for you to grow up, get your head out of the clouds, because you have duties to achieve. Sometime in the week coming, after these festivities are over, you’ll be coming with me to more councils. War might be upon us and I need you by my side more often. Time to get a better insight into how the world really works. During this time, your mother will be aiding you more in finding a wife. Buckley or not, there are many fine young ladies in the court.” His father ordered, and continued putting more food into his mouth after the pause.

“Yes, sir.” His cheek heated from embarrassment from being talked down too in front of the people in the room. He placed his fork down to reach for his glass tasting the wine against his tongue made him gulp it down more.

“In fact, I believe some of the nearby villages of nobles and their families Will be here within the week to partake in the town's excitement.” At least the ones rich enough to afford a whole garrison to protect them on the journey there. “This is a perfect opportunity for you to show them what the future will be with you being their King.”

Alright it was now or never. Stephen cleared his throat to ask. “Since we're on topic of the ‘festival’ since it officially starts tomorrow. I could go without you, i'd be protected and I know how to take care of myself-”

“What? No!” his mother exclaimed. “It's too dangerous. The newcomers have not been fully checked who knows who's going to be out there.”

“Your mother’s right Commander Hopper will be busy till the tourney. You can wait till then, once we're there together. You can walk freely then.” His father finally looked up at his son to make sure his point had gotten through.

“Yes. Sir.” losing his appetite completely. Well there goes that idea. The Tourney was three days away and even though he’d be able to get around it had to be under the supervision of Hopper and hopefully not Sullivan. That man was too much of a hard ass.

His parents continued to make small talk about their daily lives before they all finished eating. His father was the first to leave, announcing that he would be out checking on military matters. And his mother, probably going to make more future preparations for tonight's dinner.

Knowing Murray, without even saying a word, was beside him when they reached the hall. “That went well,” he joked.

Stephen didn't feel like talking about it. “I'll be outside.” Without another word, Stephen headed to the courtyard because at least that’s the closest he’d get to escaping the castle. It was the only part of the castle that was connected between the castle and the inner city, giving access to military families. Followed by two knights, he headed in the direction of the clanking of swords and shields. Stephen walked around back to find the ring, knowing that Thomas Hagan had to be somewhere nearby. He was always training. There was better training with the best of the best of Hoppers soldiers. He wanted his father, Lord Hagan, to be proud of having a military son.

And he was. Striking his weapon sideways with other young men who were training with him. Doing their duties to be the next in line for the King's guard or military. Some came for just good sport, others to watch. If they were really lucky sometimes Nobel Ladies would stroll by to watch as the men fought but they could never stay too long, as their governesses would push them along.

"Hello, hello!" Thomas shouted, making everyone turn their heads in the Prince’s direction. “What took you so long?” Because normally Stephen never sat and ate breakfast, let alone with his parents, he’d just grab an apple or a piece of toast and be fine with that when he made his way to train.

“Parents decided to have breakfast together.” Stephen took off his outer jacket. Only in his loose dress shirt, grabbing a sword from the rack and swinging it around, in warm up. “And I don't want to talk about it. Ready?”

Thomas nodded, smiling at him, putting both hands on the handle of his sword and waiting for Stephen to make the first move.

They train for a few hours to pass the time before Stephen has to go back to court to speak with his tutors. He’s sweating by the time they finish. He tosses the sword at the feet of one of the young squires and grabs his jacket from where it was left.

“So tonight, are you coming?” Thomas asks catching up with him, as they walk up the long path toward the castle.

Thomas had an idea a week before, told him of a tavern in town deep on the outskirts near lower city where no one would know who he was and wouldn't even know what the prince looked like. Where beautiful women could fulfill their every desire and the drinks were cheap.

“Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss it.” He just needed to figure out how to get past the guards. looking over his shoulder at said Knights following.

Thomas’s grin grew wider. “Alright and when you do, I'll be there waiting after dark at the stables.” he grabbed Stephen's shoulder, shaking it a bit with a laugh. “See you then.” Thomas then turned away to head back in another direction of the front gates, which led out to the inner city to where he lived.

"Till then." Stephen murmured, pushing open the entrance before the knights did.

Stephen went up to his room to get washed up. He put his jacket down on the loveseat in his room and pulled off the underclothes that were soaked with sweat. His serfs already knew to start hot water for him after morning training and usually already had gone before he got there. His body melted in relaxation in the heat.

As he laid back staring up at the candle lit chandelier. He thought about tonight. What to expect who’d he’d see. What creatures would be there. As he daydreamed he began his washing rituals. Unlike most males Stephen liked to smell good if it be essential oils for his hair or a poultice of fresh flowers for his skin. He had it. Soaking in this luxury he’d never give up.

Once the water turned cold he walked out with a towel wrapped around himself to see Murray there sitting in one of his chairs with his journal writing away. Being laid-back with his legs crossed over each other. With a look of contemplation across his features. It was a nice advantage for him to be so casual being Stephen's personal attendant and friend the Prince didn't mind.

“What are we writing this time?” pointing to the book. “What secrets lay before us?” he asked jokingly.

“Oh a little of this, a little of that. Lets see here, One of the girls downstairs says that Lord Nickels has been plotting to get rid of his wife to remarry that Wells woman. Messy business. Then I heard that one of your mother’s ladies-in-waiting is pregnant.” Murray grins widely.

Murray’s proud book of big secrets. He almost has something on everyone. ‘You never know when you need some collateral’

“Interesting. You know I think I know which one you're talking about. Kinda short, round face…May? Milly? Anyways i've seen her around with a few of the guards, here and there.`` Stephen mentioned as he pulled on a long sleeve maroon undershirt that was already out for him. Next a simple tan tunic and belt. He sat down on the bench as he put back on his shoes avoiding form looking over toward Murray who was writing down what Stephen had said. “I'll be going into the city tonight, just a forewarning.”

There was silence, even the scribbling from Murray's writing stopped followed by the snapping close of the journal seemed to echo loudly through the silence of the room. Stephen slowly looked up to see Murray squinting with a raised eyebrow.

Stephen raised his feet and said, "You don't need to worry."

“Oh really?” Murray placed his book down and stood as Stephen did. “I could have sworn I said-”

“Yes yes. I know your head.” Stephen says as he mimics the action with his fingers across his neck. “I'm going to come back before anyone finds out.”

Murray laughs. “I swear if I wasn't already losing my hair, I'd be pulling it out right about now.” he exhaled, closing his eyes to relax some of his stress. “Listen, this isn't like the time you snuck out to watch falling stars when you were a kid.”

When Stephen was young he had a teacher, Master Clark. He was the only teacher he truly liked. Talking about other cultures, places where people lived freely. Like an open field of water called the ocean, or of the mountains where the trees were auburn in the fall as if they were on fire. And most of all the creatures of imagination, to which Master Clark would turn his head with a large grin, as if to say or maybe they won't only from tall tales or songs . He opened Stephen's mind to new and wonderful possibilities. One of those instances being shooting stars.

There's so much more out there Stephen! He'd explain. Rare moments at night of rocks so hot would fly across the sky by the hundreds, maybe the millions! Would fly across the sky And all you need to do is watch for them at night.

This gave Stephen the idea at 12 to sleep outside with his blanket and his small stuffed rabbit that was made for him by an old nursemaid. Hopper found him asleep and half frozen in a rose bush.

Master Clark was banished after The Grandmaster found out as well as his parents.

“You're really lucky I put up with you.” Murray said, breaking up the memory. “We'll finish this discussion later. Now get to the library.” he groaned, leaving the room with the dirty clothes. As soon as the door had shut a moment later it reopened. “Oh don't forget about the great hall later so wear your crown and act like a prince.” Murray informed shutting the door once again.

Stephen walked over to his closet and inside was a box with his gold crown. It was smaller than that of the Kings but it was his status, for now. Yet it was still a painful reminder of what was to become.

He left shortly after adjusting the piece on his head . Making his way toward the library, because his father still insisted on tutors. Education became dull after the Grandmaster took over. Repeatedly going over the history of his family and the church. Lucky as he aged, he didn't need to be there as often showing up for an hour or two reading a few pieces of text, answering with correct answers that the master would approve of. Then he’d be on his merry way toward the main hall for his lunch.

Instead of eating in his room like his parents, he ate alone, with other serfs sometimes. He didn't mind the company from them but he was only really close with Murray and Benny the chef. A man of build that Stephen could have sworn should have been the champion at fighting. When Stephen had asked at a young age all Benny said was fighting wasn't for him anymore and that his passion was cooking. And it was, he was the finest of their kingdom and had a rightful place as a royal chef. Stephen sat at one of the tables in the kitchen picking at his food that Benny placed in front of him, giving him a pat on the shoulder and turned to a bowl where he was peeling potatoes and other vegetables. Benny was a quiet man and didn't talk much so when Stephen stayed in the kitchen for 3 hours till he had to leave for the great hall, he didn't mind the Prince visiting.

The great hall was the one place in the kingdom where Noble Lords with their Ladies and High-ranking generals would bring their families to talk with others like them. Together in their gossip circles presented before the Royal family. His parents weren’t usually both there. His mother was always there, but his father only showed if they had important guests. And once Stephen was of age, they always enforced his presence to be there. It builds character for him, shows that he cares for them.

Rounding the corner he saw that the doors were already open maybe if he walked in quick he’d go unnoticed-

“His Royal Highness, Prince Stephen.”

He staggered to a stop, adjusting his feet to stand up straight. Feeling all the heat creep to his cheeks seeing All eyes on him then bowed to him.

Stephen waited for a minute before he could strive through the room. Showing off a dazzling smile as he passed between all the Lord and ladies of the kingdom. Men nodded their heads once or twice as he passed them. Women would bow slightly again toward him. He made his way up the steps to stand beside his mother. Saying hello, her giving him one back. His eyes flickered to Murray along the wall moving closely toward people (finding more topics for his hobby). His mother patted his hand that was resting on her shoulder, a way to say that he was free to wander back into the crowd. And that's when people talked. Saying small little things like ‘hello my prince, pleasant weather we’re having' ‘how is your father?’ ‘any news on this or that?’ All in all, he wanted to ignore them. It made his mother happy to make the effort to go and talk to everyone at least once.

When he spotted the Wheelers, he half turned, wanting to move in the opposite direction, but Theodore Wheeler was already moving at him.

“Hello, young Prince,” He hated when they introduced him with young. “How are you this evening?” His voice boomed. His family is close by. Lady Wheeler walked to stand with her husband. Michael Wheeler is behind them, standing tall and looking rather annoyed being there. Stephen’s eyes couldn't help but wonder and not see her standing there so they scanned the crowd.

Nancy.

She was over by one of the large windows in a chiffon blue dress with puffy clear sleeves. Her hair was pinned up with jewels and a blue scarf. He wished her brown curls settled freely over her shoulders. She had been talking with Heather Holloway And when she heard her father's loud voice her eyes shifted to Stephen, with a small smile that quickly disappeared as she continued her conversation with Heather.

“Good, Sir. I’m assuming the same for you and yours?” taking the man's sweaty hand that was shoved out to him to shake.

"Yes, always,” Ted gently pulled the prince's hand to bring him a tad closer. “If you ever need anything, my shops are always open and free to you, my boy.” After the failed union, Lord Wheeler did his best to try and patch whatever cracks had formed between the families. So Lord Wheeler, the wealthiest man (beside the royal family) was offering anything for free from his expensive shops of clothes, jewelry and exotic goods, it was no surprise. But he indulged the man with pity, for Nancy's sake.

“You are too kind, my Lord. It was pleasant chatting, but I must make my rounds.” With that, he released his hand with a smile, bowing again as Stephen walked away.

He avoided Nancy's corner, and headed over toward a waving Thomas.

“Well hello, have a nice nap?" Thomas asked, grinning.

Stephen rolled his eyes. “I did not take naps. Thank you very much. Hello Lord Hagans, Lady Hagans.”

“Hello my Prince. Are you ready for the weeks end? Has your father chosen a champion?” Lord Hagan asked. It was known to everyone that at every royal tourney the king would choose a strong individual to fight in the honor of the King. he knew his father well enough to know that he wouldn't be choosing. Hopper or Powell would be looking through their own men.

“No, I do not. I believe he's looking into all the candidates.”

“Very true, he is king after all and needs the best.” Lord Hagan clapped his hand down on Thomas rather roughly making him jump. “Thomas has been training for weeks. And I know he'll make a fine knight.” It was definitely a hint to Stephen to speak to his father about making Thomas said champion which Stephen probably already figured Hopper to choose him. Either him or that of Jason Carver, another strong willed man with aspiration of a future in knighthood.

“Maybe I shall speak with my father. Good day.” He nodded and kept walking once again scanning for the one person that he wanted to speak to the most.

Robin.

Sitting at one of the tables in the corner. She had arm bent on the table with her chin on her palm. She was restless, with her leg crossed over the other. The way her foot swayed so fast. It was when she saw him coming toward her that she stood quickly along with her mother, Elaine standing at attention with a smile and moving forward with a bow.

“Good evening, Lady Buckley. How are you?” The prince asked her mother.

“Wonderful, Your Highness." She exclaimed calmly. “I guess I could ask you ‘how you are’ even though you’ve probably heard it at least a dozen times already.” She joked, making Stephen grin.

“Maybe a few times. But I am well. The general's not here?” he says looking around.

“I believe he's with your father, your highness. About some important matters.”

Robin took a step forward clearing her throat, making both turn to her. Her eyes looked down at her arm with persistence for him to take. That way, they could leave. Stephen lingered a few more moments of small talk with her mother just out of spite from her impatient ways.

“That is a lovely dress Lady Buckley.” Elaine thanked him. Telling him that it had been in the family. As he listened he could feel Robin glaring at him making his courageously look over at her enraged tight smile. Maybe it was time to end her torment.

“Yes well, if I don't take Robin around I fear she might combust.” He grinned to Robin before bowing ever so slightly, holding out his arm. My Lady,”

“Thank you, my Prince," she said tightly. Pinching the inside of his arm once it was taken.

“It was wonderful to speak to you, Lady Buckley,” he said, giving her a small nod before turning to leave.

Their goal was to slowly walk around the room to reach the back hall. She scoffed quietly at him, as he continued his pleasantries in front of people as they passed.

“If you plan on flirting with my mother again, I might kill you.” she whispered through her smile.

“I was not-”

“Also it's about time, you know I hate being at these things.”

“You say that, but I know the real reason why you actually stay, and it’s not just because of me.” Stephen looked at her with knowing eyes, turning his head to look at all the ladies that they passed by. She wants to hit him but doesn’t.

Beautiful women in brightly colored dresses all painted up to the nines. Who are also glaring at Robin, either in hatred or sadness, to be on the arm of the Prince? ‘How dare she!’ ‘I wish I were her right now!’ ‘She’s so ordinary!’ they’d say once backs were turned.

“I have something to tell you.”

“Oh? Have you finally popped the question to someone? Should I be worried that we will not be speaking to each other anymore?”

“You know that would never happen. I’d still be your friend, no matter what.” He leaned over a bit for her to hear. “You might not like what I'm going to say.”

She turned slowly at first to question jokingly. But his face was serious and she closed her mouth just before reaching the corner and she quickly pulled him into said hallway with less people. “Spill.”

His eyes wandered once more to see where the guards were and he quickened his pace with her in tow but not enough for the guards to chase. “Don't freak out. I'm going to the lower city tonight.”

She stopped walking and took in what he said.

“Don't freak out? Are you crazy? You do realize who you are, right? The prince! The one and only prince, I might add.” She talked quickly. Stephen shushed her from getting louder. “What if something happens? You get hurt or kidnapped! Oh god! What am I going to do now? Who am I going to be able to confide in about the women of the court?” She whined.

“Robin, calm down. You know me, I can protect myself. Nobody is attempting to kidnap me.” He huffed a laugh. “I swear you and Murray are too alike.” Robin raised an eyebrow at his cockiness. “You know if you're so worried, you could always try and sneak out and come with me.”

Robin gawked at him and this time was laughing. "Okay, now you really are crazy. Do you think that my hard-headed father is about to let me escape? Or my overprotective mother to just leave the doors unlocked for the occasion? Don't worry honey the Prince will protect her because he’s a man that can fight'' Stephen rolled his eyes at her sarcasm.

They walked through the double doors leading out to the gardens. The sun was making its way across the mountains, leaving behind orange and pink layers in its descent. The air was still mild, which made it pleasant for them to go out for their private talk without anyone else around. They walked up the steps to a large white gazebo, making the guards who had been close by to circle the garden, leaving them to privacy while still keeping their eye on them.

Robin let her arm fall and sat down on the bench, moving to stretch out from the awkward form, pulling on the sides of her corset, finally feeling comfortable. Stephen looked out into his mother's garden, taking a deep inhale of the lilac in the air. The climbing roses were in bloom. Bold, bright, and beautiful as they spiraled around the columns of the gazebo. Steve couldn’t help but place his fingers on the pedals of the biggest one that he could find, pulling it to his nose to smell it. He took the flower with him to put in Robin's hair, making her smile. “Robin, I just want to get away. Even if it was just for the night. I'd be free to roam. Do something without the eyes of everyone watching my every move. To be normal.”

He sat down beside her, wringing his hand together with unease. “Father told me this morning that I need to basically grow up, that my time is up. He wants me to be a part of war meetings and more after this week is over.”

Robin’s face softened, placing her hand on his. “I get it, Stephen.”

As he turned to her, he saw the sadness in her eyes. He knew better than anyone. Robin had it a lot harder than most when it came to wanting to be herself. But it would never happen, and he knew with all his heart that he would protect her forever. His fingers laced with hers and squeezed, making her brush away a fallen tear from her cheek to smile back at him.

“As much as I dislike this idea,” she exhaled. “I support you.” He hugged her.

“Alright, alright. ” she laughed, squeezing back. “But you need to tell me the whole plan. Just in case.”

“Thomas is going to meet me tonight outside the courtyard, from there he's going to lead us out I'm guessing. My only problem is I don't know how I'm going to get out. I can't just walk out the doors.”

“Obviously,” she said, flicking his forehead. She looked back at the castle’s long tall stone walls, knowing that climbing down was out of the question. “Where's the staff wing?” She questioned.

“By the dining hall.” He pointed to the other end.

“There you go. It's closest to the ground, right?” he nodded. “You get out that way, make an excuse to be at the kitchens and leave out the servant doors.” He hugged her again.

“You are brilliant.”

“It's not that impressive. It could still fail.”

“But it's still something.”

She stared at him for a moment. “ You're gonna come back, right?” his smile faded, and he pulled her in close, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Why would she think of something like that of him?

“Of course I am. Even if I did…leave. You'd be the first I'd take, beside Murray.” He laughed, making her smile.

“I'm glad you're my best friend.” She said, letting her head fall to his shoulder.

“Your Highness, your mother asks for you.” One of the guards from the house spoke outside the gazebo. Stephen grumbled. Why couldn’t they have a few more moments?

“Dinner time.” He sighed, taking Robin’s hand to return inside. “I'm sure you already know about the arrangement.”

“Mom told me this morning that the Queen requested that we attend dinner with the Royal family this evening. It must be something really important. Not just anyone dines with the royal family.” She joked with a grin.

“Damn!” Stephen cursed. Having forgotten to tell Robin what she was in for. Having been distracted by the nightfall adventure and the other reasons for tonight.

“What?” she asked quietly as they made their way back through the double doors.

“My mother is under the impression that you might be the one,” Robin’s face scrunched up with disgust. “even though I've told her it's not like that. I'm sorry in advance for anything that might occur.” They walked into the hall, where their mothers stood. Robin quickly changed her expression from an open-mouthed fish to that of a lady within seconds. Stephen squeezed Robin's arm as she bowed to his mother with a smile. “Robin, my dear, are you enjoying the evening?”

“Yes, your Highness. Always. The Prince is always too kind.” Robin acted sweetly.

“Oh I'm delighted that Stephen is treating you so gentlemanly. Shall we go?”

The four of them moved toward the other side of the castle, toward the dining room. Being welcomed by the opened doors from Serfs. This time dressed too fine for this small occasion. His mother did know how to make everything perfect. And on a rare note entering with his father already there standing with General Matthew Buckley. Both men turn to look at them enter, breaking whatever conversation they were having.

Stephen turned to gaze to see Murray beside one of the far tables in his best attire. His disdain was masked by a fake trilled expression. It was one thing that he would be there just for Stephen's sake but when it came to the queen making use of him herself? He was anything but happy. Damn, he and Robin were way too similar. Yet have never met. Maybe they should? Or no, that might not be a good idea. Then they'd be thick as thieves, tormenting him together.

The table was already set beautifully with extravagant colors and food that wouldn't be touched, that would only sit to look pretty for the guests. The King and Queen are the first to sit at the heads of the table. Robin sits beside her mother on one side of the table, while her father and Stephen sit on the other. The General obviously sits closer to the King so that it's easy for them to engage. While the mothers also sit closer. Stephen and Robin could only make small talk across from each other, only when necessary.

“General Buckley, how are things fairing outside the kingdom?” The Queen asks as they wait for their plates to fill with fancy foods, from serfs moving silently with carts moving around the table.

“Better than last week your highness, the enemy has been staying low this week for some reason. Nevertheless, it gives us more time to gather more troops."

"Do you think they might be giving up?" She questions.

“Unfortunately, no, they are still moving within the forest borders.” He answered, taking a bite, and ending the conversation between them.

“Robin,” Robin stopped mid-way from her fork making it to her mouth to look toward the Queen's attention. “Do you have any hobbies?”

“Well, ma’am,” Robin cleared her throat and sat straighter.

“She has many.” Her mother interrupted, happily. Robin grimaced because Stephen knew that Robin hated being put on the spot like this.

“Oh? Do tell?”

“Um-”

“She paints beautifully," Her mother added, patting her hand. She did paint, but she wasn't happy with art, at least not enough to make it a hobby.

“That's wonderful,” his mother smiled. “What about music? Can you play?”

“Just the harp." This time Robing did feel a bit more comfortable because she did enjoy music, it was easier to talk about.

“Oh, that's wonderful. Music is one of my greatest passions. And can you sing as well?”

"No ma'am." She replied a bit too casually, making her mother scold her by bumping her elbow.

“That's quite alright. In my opinion, I think it's a rare gift.” Robin relaxed slightly until- “

“And what about your future?” she dragged out, looking from Robin's wide eye's expression to Stephen and back. At some point, everyone had stopped eating to watch the exchange. It made Robin clear her throat, looking away from the Queen’s eyes. She was being examined by his mother now, trying to find the perfect wife material within her. Stephen turned his attention to the Queen shaking his head ‘no’ to not continue on. She only glanced over briefly.

“My future? I’m not sure, my Queen.” Robin said softly, her cheeks turning pink.

“Well, you're a talented young lady. Quite lovely with an excellent family. I hear you have two older brothers, that's good to know that you can have fine children yourself.” Stephen almost dropped his fork on the table. His mother was really digging into this. She’d never amplified such a thing when Nancy had dined with them. “Stephen is quite handsome. I think you both would make a perfect match."

“Stop Mother.” Stephen strongly interrupted. And you could swear you could cut the silence with a knife. He wasn't one to speak to his mother in such a way, especially with company. He also didn't need to look over at his father to know his mistake, something he’d hear about later.

His mother sat in shock at the outburst, her wide eyes blinking fast and back toward her plate to return to eating. As did everyone else.

Dinner passed in painful silence.

Once the plates were removed. The King was the first to rise, followed by Stephen and the rest of the party.

“Dinner was wonderful, your Royal Highness.” The General said, bowing to the Queen, then taking his wife's hand as she made her way around the table to him. Robin is close behind.

Stephen gave them a reluctant smile, with a brief nod as they passed. Robin bowed toward the King and Queen and then to Stephen. She gave him a wink, in her way of telling him she was alright and left her happy parents. Even though dinner had become awkward, today was a good day for their family. Dining with the King and Queen and for their daughter's prospects for the future. If only they knew.

Stephen walked out of the room before his father could call out on his behavior and quickly made his way up the stairs, taking two at a time. Throwing open the door, he undid the buttons from his dress jacket and threw it roughly to the floor. He flopped down on his bed before hearing footsteps come in the room and close the door. He looked up to Murray, breathing slightly heavy from catching up with Stephen.

“You know I'm not as young as I used to be, right?”

“She's ridiculous! I tell her over and over that Robin and I are only friends and she throws all that on the table. Agh!"

“And what did you expect?”

“I don't know. Maybe for her to listen to me for once.”

Murray exhaled and rubbed his face, looking tired. “I'm sorry, Kiddo, but that's a ‘you and them deal’. It's probably too late to say, but maybe you shouldn't have been spending so much time with her. And maybe it wouldn't have given your mom the wrong impression.”

God, he was right. Stephen had been showing off his affection that normal people wouldn’t understand. He’d gotten so comfortable just being around her. "I'll fix it. I'll tell them I already met someone else, I don't know.” He said, throwing up his hands in defeat.

“Oh,” Murray nodded. “That's perfect! What excuse are you intending to make? wait, what about-” Murray cleared his throat. ‘Mom. Dad, it was love at first sight! She's the one! And no, you don't know her’ even if you did find a wife, I doubt your parents, let alone your future wife, would take kindly to you having another female friend.”

“Honestly, I don't think they even care at this point anymore.” Stephen groaned. Maybe he would have to look into this tomorrow. He was so frustrated with his mother and stressed from the soon to come wrath of his father that he needed to get out. “And this is why I don't care about going out tonight. Father usually retires to his study and Mother had a lot of wine tonight. I’m not worried. And I won't be alone."

Murray shook his head in disbelief. “Don't worry, I won't be alone.” He repeated.

“That doesn’t convince me,” Murray said, crossing his arms. “So what you're saying is I should be thinking of an excuse now? Put on my good running shoes?”

“If anything happens, you wouldn't even be blamed. If anyone was to be, it would be the guards. And I'm not saying I'm going to get caught.” he pointed out. “ I'm going to wait an hour and head downstairs. And out near the kitchen. So can you make sure no one locks them when I come back?”

“Fine, fine! Do what you want." Murray walked toward the door mumbling to himself about his frustrations about the situation. “I'll get your dirty clothes in the morning.”

He was about out the door when Stephen remembered something that he had thought about earlier.

"Murray."

The man's shoulders sagged as he turned to face the prince.

“Do you have any clothes I could borrow?”

[shiloh-rivera]

Hey, guys! I’m Katelyn, and this beauty, Rian! I’m excited to be here and to interact with a new-ish character as I explore this wonderful roleplay and this beautiful town that’s been created! I would love to plot with every single one of you. My discord is xADumbHuman#3145 if anyone wants to add me on there!

THE STATISTICS

𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦

FULL LEGAL NAME: Shiloh Rian Rivera NICKNAME(s): Guppy (only by her dad), Dandelion (by her dad and her Uncle Jack), Ri AGE: 40 DATE OF BIRTH: April 28th SPECIES: Human ETHNICITY: French-Danish, Mexican-Indian, and Spanish (Google gives me all the facts) NATIONALITY: American LANGUAGES: Spanish, English, very little French GENDER: Cis-Female PRONOUNS: She/Her SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual BIRTH ORDER: Only Child (That she's aware of) HOMETOWN: Nightrest, Mass. CURRENT RESIDENCE: Low Point in Nightrest, Mass. EDUCATION: College; Bachelor's Degree OCCUPATION: Traveling Fisherman/Fish Merchant MARITAL STATUS: Divorced FAMILY: Franklin Rivera (Father) - deceased, Jack Gregory (Uncle)- in New York, Mother - Unknown RELATIONSHIPS: See connections. PETS: None currently. 𝗣𝗛𝗬𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗦

HEIGHT: 5'7" WEIGHT: 120 pounds. BODY TYPE: Fit, athletic build. EYE COLOR: Dark Brown HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown SCARS|MARKS: A scar behind her ear from falling on a rock as a child. FACIAL HAIR: None SIGNATURE SCENT: Coconut and Vanilla shampoo, body was, and Vanilla scented perfume TATTOOS: tbd PIERCINGS: Double ear piercing; belly button 𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗜𝗔𝗦 & 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗦

PHOBIAS: N/A MENTAL DISEASES: N/A PHYSICAL DISEASES: N/A 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Ravenclaw PROMINENT TRAITS:  Adventurous, Scholarly, World Traveler, Food Critic FAVORITE FOODS: Veggie Straws, Chocolate Covered Strawberries, Vanilla Yogurt, Chocolate covered coconut bites, Tacos, a good meaty sandwich with all the toppings FAVORITE COLOR: Lavender, Dusty Blue MUSIC TASTE: She can go from Hannah Montana to Breaking Benjamin, she doesn't care. HOBBIES: reading, hiking, swimming, fishing, painting (though she's awful at it), sitting by a fire with a glass of wine. ZODIAC SIGN: Gemini LIKES: Lipstick shades in various colors, hiking boots even when the don't compliment an outfit, marking dates on a calendar and still not remembering them DISLIKES: Being alone, weather that's too cold, weather that's too hot

THE APPLICATION

was that SHILOH ‘RIAN’ RIVERA i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the FORTY year old who has been in nightrest for GREW UP HERE, BEEN BACK FOR ABOUT A YEAR IN TOTAL and works  as a TRAVELING FISHERMAN/FISH MERCHANT has a reputation of being LOYAL, but also DISTANT. they reside in LOW POINT & people in town usually associate them with RED LIPSTICK STAINED COFFEE CUPS, DISTANT MEMORIES FROM CHILDHOODS SPENT IN THE OUTDOORS, HIKING TRAILS COVERED IN THE FOOTPRINTS OF HER SHOES. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.

THE HEADCANONS

Rian is a very outdoorsy person. She’s always loved anything that had to do with outdoors.

She was raised by a single father whose life revolved around his daughter and the light house that he’d been keeper of for most of his life. 

Rian has always wanted children, but never saw herself as a mother. She’s always been too dedicated in the lives of those around her to even consider it.

A true animal lover at heart, Rian has had more pets in her lifetime than she can count. It wasn’t unusual for her to bring a new animal home to her father as a surprise gift.

Rian has always loved birthdays. She’s the kind of person that would go above and beyond to make someone’s day special, even if they hated it. 

She doesn’t love often - a gift or a curse she’ll never really know - but when she does, she doesn’t give up on it easily. 

She made decent grades all throughout school. It wasn’t straight a’s, but that was never important to Rian. Good grades meant more to her than not. 

She loves Fall, and anything ‘fall flavored.’ To say she’s ‘addicted’ is an understatement. 

Her and her father had a running joke that they’d be in Nightrest their entire lives. That was only true for Franklin.

Rian loves hiking - as if it wasn’t obvious by her love of outdoors - and she would rather be outdoors hiking somewhere new anytime she can be than indoors.

THE SUMMARY

The following summary contains content that may be triggering. Grief, death, divorce and cancer are all themes mentioned below! Please proceed with caution.

Rian grew up in Nightrest. Her god-father - who she calls ‘Uncle Jack’ - took over the lighthouse keeper job when Rian’s dad passed away several years ago, before he retired just within the past two years. However, a few months ago he and Rian started traveling in a way to grieve and process - having nothing to do really started making him see things differently - and he is now living in New York. Rian has recently moved back to Nightrest, after moving away seventeen years ago at twenty three to move in with her husband Patrick. The two are now divorced and although she’s still grieving the death of her father (not quite as much but definitely still grieving), Rian feels like being in Nightrest where she grew up was the best thing she could’ve ever done for herself and she’s more than happy to be back. 

[joylinda-hawks]

We're still in the suit department. Yes, because ZZH looks great in any type of suit. Of course, ZZH looks equally great in historical costumes, which strongly emphasize his beauty and figure. Sometimes it's hard to choose what type of clothes ZZH looks better in. I assume that the styles that ZZH wears during photo sessions or entertainment programs are styles selected by stylists involved in the preparation of photo sessions or entertainment programs. Usually, it turns out that the selected styles perfectly suit ZZH's personality and figure (although sometimes they have to be adjusted in a rather unexpected way, as we saw during the photo session for Harper's Bazaar, when ZZH's waist belt was adjusted with a large clip). It seems to me that for everyday outings or meetings with family or friends, ZZH chooses her own style. It must be admitted that his style has evolved significantly towards a more subdued and classic one, and in 2021 we could admire his best styles. It must be admitted that a person who has finally found their ideal style is unlikely to change the way they choose clothes, especially if they are a public figure, and ZZH is such a person. For today I chose a photo of ZZH in an outfit with a suit in the main role. But this is not a classic suit, the cut resembles a classic suit, but the material and pattern make it so light. The suit is navy blue with stripes in a subdued shade of brown. Sorry, but when I look at it, due to the pattern on the material, this suit reminds me of pajamas. Never mind. The dark color may overwhelm ZZH's silhouette a bit, but a white T-shirt, white socks and white sports shoes liven up this slightly sad styling. But I don't want to focus too much on the styling, because I chose the photo of ZZH, which is a close-up of his face. Maybe it's a fragment of a larger photo, but this photo caught my attention. First of all, maybe ZZH is not wearing makeup here. Not only do we see sexy moles on his face, but if we look closely at the photo, we can see traces of light stubble above his upper lip, on his chin and on the outline of ZZH's jaw. ZZH has his eyes closed here and his long eyelashes rest on his lower eyelid. We don't see ZZH's open eyes, but we can focus on ZZH's regular, thick eyebrows, the shape of which distinguishes him from other people. His face is decorated with a small, well-proportioned nose, and his lips, which are a nice pink shade and perfectly shaped, are slightly parted to show his white teeth. ZZH has a buzz cut here, which I don't really like, but ZZH looks very good in it, showing himself as a strong, determined man. Here we see that ZZH rested his left hand on his head and slightly tilted his elf ear. ZZH's ears are a separate topic, they are also unambiguous and due to their shape it is difficult not to associate them with elf ears. The position taken by ZZH, in which he looks like he is enjoying the sun's rays, reminds me of the first episode of WOH and the person of ZZS. ZZH looks very relaxed and enjoying a moment of peace.

[taylor-will-be-the-death-of-me]

The Yule Ball

Regulus's POV

Today is the day. The day I have dreaded for a long time, but right now I am not dreading anything. Ever since we were told that a ball will be held, I had hated it. The love sick couples, girls all swooning everywhere, the boys all running wild with hormones, I hated it all. But since last night I have been excited about it.

Last night we sat under the stars, eating the leftovers I had managed to bag for us, talking about everything and kissing each other messily. The thrill, excitement and mystery of not knowing what was going to happen today, was overwhelming.

While talking last night I had found out that Y/N was going to the ball with Todd Anderson, a fellow Hufflepuff. I, of course, wasn't thrilled about it, but there was nothing I could do.

Right now I was in my dorm room, tying my dress shoes when I heard Evan come out of the bathroom. Everyone else in our dorm had already left. When he walked out, he was wearing a dark brown over coat with frills all over it. He quickly went over to the big mirror and looked at himself.

"Murder me, Regulus." He sighed with a disgusting look on his face. When I went and stood behind him, he quickly said "Where did you get that?"

"Mum sent it." I said scared for my life.

"Well give it to me." He said on his way to grab my robes.

"What? Why?" I said stepping back.

"Because I need it. You look good in anything and you don't even have a date. I do and need to impress her."

"Well it's not my fault you look like you great aunt."

"Oh God." He whined. "I look like my great aunt Tessie." He smelled his armpit and said "I smell like my great aunt Tessie."

"You don't look that bad." I tried to console him, but it had no effect on him. After a few minutes of trying to calm Evan down we finally reached the great hall.

"What are you wearing?'' His date said, disgusted.

"Robes. What are you wearing?" He replied.

"I'm not going in there with you." She said.

"What? Why?"

"Because you look like shit. And the deal was, that you will not look like shit and we would make Marcos jealous. But now it won't even effect him, so no deal, no date." She said and walked into the great hall.

I patted Evan on the back and said "It's alright mate."

"If it means anything to you." Came a small voice behind us. "I think you look great."

Turning around we found out it was Scarlet from Raveclaw. Before Evan could say anything else, she quickly went inside that hall.

"That's it. I'm dying today." He said. He always had a little crush on Scarlet, but he tried not to show it.

"You're not dying today." I said.

"But you are." He said and pointed towards the stairs behind me. When I turned around, there she was. Y/N, my Y/N looking like a goddess. She was wearing a beautiful, sparkly, blue dress, her hair was falling perfectly on his shoulder, her lips looked extremely kissable and her eyes shown like diamonds in the sky.

"Wow." I whispered. I was truly speechless, I had never seen such beauty before in my entire life. She saw me too, and with twinkling eyes he slightly lifted her dress to show the sneakers she was wearing.

"Dude you are done for it." Said Even.

I couldn't reply as I was still mesmerised by Y/N's beauty. She came down the stairs where Todd was waiting for her. He was not staring at her, like everyone should be, he was staring at Neil. A guy from Gryffindor. Upon reaching him Y/N snapped him out of his thoughts and whispered something in his ears making him blush.

"All the champions." Came McGonagall's voice. "I hope you remember the dance, we will be starting soon."

All of the champions lined up quickly with their dates. At the font was Ivan with the other champion Clementine. The second person was James with Lily Evans and at the end was my beautiful, beautiful Y/N.

The music started playing and they started walking inside. There were cheers for Ivan and Clementine, all of Hogwarts shouted when James went in. Before entering the hall, she stood next to me waiting. When she turned her head towards me, I almost forgot to breath. I, subtlety, put my hand forward for her and she held it. But not for long, as she had to enter the great hall. Till the end her hand was intertwined with mine, but soon it was gone.

For the next few minutes we watched the champions dance, and soon enough everyone joined. They all danced with grace and elegance, even Evan had managed to get a dance with Scarlet, but I just stood on the sidelines, watching the sweet creature in front of me. After hours, Todd and Y/N came out of the crowd of people, Todd went to find his friends as Y/N sat down where her friends were sitting.

She searched the room for someone, it seemed, till he eyes landed on me. She gave me a tiny smile, the one you could miss if you blinked, I reciprocated it. Before anyone of us had the chance to do something, Ethan came and whispered something in to her ears. She whispered something back, he nodded and the Y/N got up from her seat and walked out of the great hall.

"Hey" said Evan. "Go to the astronomy tower. Now."

"Why?" I asked.

"Black for once in your life, listen to me. It's for your own good."

"Alright." I said. "Just making sure none of you are out to kill me or anything." I mumbled out the last part before leaving.

I took my own sweet time reaching the astronomy tower, since I wasn't keen on the fact that I had no clue what was going on. I reached the tower, taking my own sweet time. On the top I was greeted by the most beautiful creature of this world.

Y/N.

"I thought you weren't going to come." She said, slightly leaning against the railing. "Or you finally came to your senses and left me for me."

I couldn't answer, because I had had my eyes on her the whole evening, but everytime I saw her I saw God.

"I haven't broken you have I?" She chuckled, turinig around. In a matter of seconds I was next to her. Grabbing her hin I turned her dance to mine and kissed her. I have been waiting for that the whole evening.

Her lips moved against mine so naturally, for a second I thought I had died. The kind kf deat that you are fully aware of, and jave bo control over it. She tasted like the cheese, grapes and Butterbear. I wondered if she could taste the fire whiskey on mine.

None of us wanted to pull back, but the lack of oxygen made us do so. Resting my forehead against, eyes still closed, I could feel her heart beating in her chest.

"You'll be the fucking death of me, Potter."

"God I hope not."

With that we were back at it again. Kissing each other as if the world ended tomorrow and this was the last embrace we ever share.

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Breezeblocks | m

Pairing: Jimin X Reader

Rating: M

Genre: Yandere

Warnings: obsessive behavior and kidnapping

Summery: You and Jimin have been together for almost two years now, Everything was all so sweet and innocent until you woke up with reality hitting you now his true colors have shown.

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It’s not your fault, it’s not your fault, you just couldn’t do it anymore.. you wanted out.

So that’s what you’re doing you’re leaving him, you loved Jimin you really did but he’s just gotten too much.

His obsessive behavior, the manipulation, the calls twenty-four seven when you are out. He even tricked you into moving in with him.

You quickly rushed as you packed your bag bringing what you need and nothing more. Taking a look at the time you cussed. “He’s gonna be home soon, I gotta hurry.” Moving to the bathroom you grabbed your toothbrush and toothpaste.

Honestly you do take the blame for ending up in this situation, you should have never ignored the red flags . You should have never excused his behavior all because he was pretty.

You shouldn’t have ignored the time he threatened your best friend, you called it jealous behavior. Or the time when he locked you in the bedroom with him when you had to leave for a family vacation, you shouldn’t have laughed it off as clingy.

As you made your way up to the front door it opened. You stopped in your tracks as Jimin walked in with a brown bag in his hand. He took his keys out the lock and shut the door.

You watched quietly, not knowing what to do. Should you make a run for it? Turn around and act like nothing is happening? What should you do. The front door is the only exit. You have windows yes but you will have to climb to reach them and that would be obviously noticeable. 

“Hi lovely.” Jimin spoke breaking you out of your thoughts. You looked up at him and saw his sweet smile, “Work was so tiring today, but now I’m on a week vacation meaning we get to spend more time together.” He said taking his shoes off.

But you just stood there in silence and that caught his attention as he stood up with a straight face staring right at you.

“Y/n..what are you doing?” Jimin asked as he looked at the backpack then at you. He slowly took a step forward as you took one back. “I’m leaving you Jimin I can’t do this anymore.”

Jimin laughed “very funny baby, come on I brought your favorite.” He took another step towards you with a smile on his face but it dropped as you took one back again holding eye contact. This wasn’t a joke, you were actually leaving.

“Lovely.” Jimin’s voice broke as his eyes started to sting, but you didn’t fall for it not this time, not again. “Jimin I can’t do this anymore you are just too much this is all just too much.” grabbing onto the straps of your backpack you started to walk passed him

His arms quickly grabbed your shoulder and turned you around “please can we just talk about this? Please y/n whatever it is can we fix it.” He was crying. It did pain you a bit to see his tears, but now you know that it’s just a facade. 

“No! No!” You shook your head. “I ignored all of it, I ignored all the red flags, your behavior. Jimin you are psycho crazy.” You spat at him as you shoved his hand off of you.

“Please don’t go.” He grabbed onto your arm quickly and tightly as he begged. You shook your head trying to pull out of his grip.

“Please don’t go y/n…I love you.” He attached his other hand to your other arm. You know he doesn’t love you no he’s just obsessed with you. Maybe if this was the first time he said I love you, things would have turned out different.

“Lovely please don’t go.” You manage the strength to pull away from him and quickly backed up holding your arms together.

Jimin stood there in shock, he couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He was careful he was so careful, he wasn’t prepared for this no not yet at least. He thought you would start to realize later on in the relationship. It’s only been two years he was doing so good.

“Please wait.” He snapped out of his daze when he saw your body move to the door, but you moved faster you pulled the door open and made a run for it and he followed you.

You didn’t look back no, looking back would slow you down you just had to run and focus on escaping. It was smart that you only brought a backpack with you, if you brought more things it would have only slowed you down.

Hearing his footsteps you picked up the pace, thankful that you took track in high school.

Next thing you know your body was pushed down to the hard ground, crying out in pain you turned to see Jimin standing over you breathing heavily with an unfamiliar dark look in his eyes.

“Lovely you are very…very…stupid.” He chuckled as you started crawling backwards. “Please.” You begged. “Honestly I didn’t think you would run away so soon, but no complaints I love to chase it’s kind of fun.” He watched as your eyes went wide.

“Oh what you expected me to just beg like a crybaby? Please don’t go, I love you so.” You started sobbing as he continued. The switch of his personality was terrifying. This wasn’t your Jimin at all, your Jimin never existed.

It was just an illusion, a trap to suck you in, like a rose. Yes the rose is pretty from afar but once you get close and pick it up it will prick you with it’s thorns hurting you drawing blood, making you regret even touching it.

“God shut up!” He yelled in your face grabbing you by the straps of your bag. “Y/n lovely..I tried to be nice. You just don’t listen do you Hmm?”.

He started laughing as you cried harder trying to get out of his grip which was much stronger than before. “You honestly think you can out run me? In this forest? The main rode is a mile away dummy.” 

Your heart stopped as his words repeated in your head, did he prepare for this? That thought alone terrified you even more;

“Please Jimin, let me go.” You cried looking up at him. he stared at you, and for a second you saw a flicker of emotion in his eyes. “Let’s get back inside, you’re not feeling well.” He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder

You didn’t have energy to fight back. You felt weak, sick, and tired. But there was still a fighting spirit in you, a small thought in the back of your head. “Maybe this is just a nightmare.” 

Yes, a nightmare. Soon you will wake up and it will be twelve months ago, when your relationship with jimin just started out, when everything was all so innocent. when there was just long glances, long touches, sweet laughs in the coffee café. and when he popped the question to go out. You said “No, I’m sorry.” instead of saying yes, Instead of thinking with your heart and not your head. 

Yes because in reality, you would have only looked at the beautiful rose and not have touched it, You would have admired it from afar and not have clasped it in your hand.

But that reality isn’t real, it’s too late. Now you are one with the rose, It’s thorns have sucked into your hand trapping you with it. 

Jimin has now trapped you with him

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Too Many Mistakes - Part 2 (S.CB)

Warnings : swearing, mentions of cheating, smoking

Word Count : 2008

Synopsis : a year after she left, she was face to face with him once again. in the past, she forgave him without him trying. but this time, he was going to prove to her that he could be the man she deserved.

Author’s Note : i wasn’t intending to write a part 2, but an anon requested it so I wrote it for them. i hope you enjoy this part 2! if anyone else has any requests, let me know. i’ll try my best!

He spent the next year alone, waking up in an empty bed made for two, her side completely untouched. Sitting at the table to eat, looking at the empty chair across from him wondering if she was eating wherever she was. Coming home to the place that no longer feels like home, not with her gone.

           He messed up time and time again, that he knew. She was always forgiving, loving him in a way he knows he never deserved. He no longer goes to the club, no longer entertains other women, and instead spends his days alone, holding onto a love he knows deserves better. But he wants to be better; for her. Anything for her.

           After traveling for a couple months, she returned to Seoul, moving into a new apartment, and getting her life back on track. She enrolled in university after finding her dream and got a delivery job that works around her school hours. After a year, things were finally falling back into place.

           Until they fell apart. She stood in front of the place she once called home, holding a bag filled with an order she knew all too well. It’s been a year, but he was still the same. He was still the only man she’s ever loved, but today he was just a customer. “Y/N.” Her name always sounded the best coming from him.

           “Delivery.” She handed him the brown paper bag. “Cash or card?” She already knew the answer, pulling out the portable debit machine and handing it over before he could even say a word. She took this time to study him. His hair was a mess, sticking up in random directions, and he had dark circles under his eyes. When the machine was back in her hands, she turned to leave, hoping he would let her go.

           “Can I talk to you?” But he didn’t. It’s been a year since he’s last seen her, and he wanted to take her in just a little longer. He doesn’t deserve anything from her, not even a minute of her time, but he was going to ask. And she gave it to him. As if one year hadn’t passed, as if he was still her boyfriend. She stood in front of him, waiting for another excuse like all the ones from the past. “I’m sorry for not loving you the way I should.” But they didn’t come.

           “What’s your excuse this time?” He didn’t say anything at first, not used to the bite of her words. He didn’t deserve her forgiveness, and sorry is nowhere near enough to fix the hurt he gave her, and he knew that. He knew a year was a long time, people change in shorter periods of time, but he couldn’t help but miss the girl she once was. So loving, so forgiving. But he knows he’s the reason she changed, he’s the reason her walls are built so high up.

           “I don’t have one, not this time. I’ve been kicking myself in the ass ever since you left. But I know I deserved to be left. You’re a diamond, but I treated you like dirt.” He took a step closer to her and her feet stayed planted on the ground. “And I just want you to know how sorry I am.”

           “I don’t forgive you.” He nodded but still took another step closer to her. “I forgave you too many times. You no longer deserve my forgiveness.”

           “Let me earn it.” Her eyes went wide at his words. “I never did anything in the past to earn your forgiveness. So let me earn it this time.” He was still the same Changbin that stole her heart all those years ago, but he was so different from the Changbin she left a year ago. She knows he doesn’t deserve this chance; he doesn’t deserve her. But he’s still the man that owns her heart. No matter how hard she tried to forget him, how hard she tried to move on, it still came down to him. She always came back to him.

           “I make no promises, but you can try.” A soft smile spread across his lips before he pulled her in for a hug. He still smelled like her Changbin, but he hugged her tighter. He held her as if she would disappear if he let go. “I have to get back to work, but my number is still the same.” She pushed him away, got into her car, and drove away.

           She didn’t expect him to reach out, to actually try and earn her forgiveness. But he did. He woke up earlier to deliver her favourite coffee from her favourite café every morning before her class. He spent his weekends with her, giving her the attention she had to beg for in the past. He tried his best to show her he was going to love her right this time; if he got the chance.

           “Are you free this weekend?” Jisung, a classmate and friend, asked as they exited the school. “I have a show on Saturday and I was hoping you’d come.” She could see the hope in his eyes and happily agreed.

           “Y/N!” Her and Jisung looked in the direction of the voice calling her name. Changbin pushed himself off his car and walked towards them. “Did you want to grab something to eat before your shift?” Jisung looked between the ex-couple, wondering who this man was, and why she never brought him up before.

           “Sure. I’ll see you tomorrow, Sungie.” She waved goodbye to her confused friend and followed Changbin to his car, getting in when he opened the door for her.

           She really didn’t want to fall in love again, especially with Changbin. But he makes it so hard when he looks at her like she’s the only girl in the world. And to Changbin, she is. She is the only girl he’s ever loved, the only girl he will ever love. He can’t believe he ever allowed another girl to take him away from the beautiful girl in front of him. No one has ever compared.

           “Where are you going?” Changbin asked as he stood in the living room of her apartment, watching her rush around to finish getting ready. They spend every weekend together, but now here she is getting ready to spend Saturday evening with another man.

           “I told you yesterday, Bin. Jisung has a show tonight and I promised I’d be there.” She grabbed her purse from the kitchen table before walking towards the door to put her shoes on. “You can come if you want.” He didn’t hesitate in following her out the door and to the club Jisung was performing at. A club Changbin recognized all too well. It’s been 14 months since he last stepped foot in this club.

           The place was crowded, more than he remembered, but she seemed to know exactly where to go. He wondered how many times she’s been here. If she always goes to Jisung’s shows. Is he the person that kept her company all these months? “You made it!” Jisung exclaimed when he saw her, throwing his arms around her.

           “Have I ever missed one of your shows, Sungie?” Changbin stood back a couple steps, watching the way the two interact. She doesn’t seem to hold back with Jisung, not the way she holds back with him. Her smile was wide and she seemed truly happy, happier than when she’s with him. “I hope you don’t mind, but I brought Changbin.” At the mention of his name, Changbin took the few steps forward and properly introduced himself.

           “Nice to meet you, Changbin.” He could immediately tell why the two of them got along. Within seconds, Changbin knew Jisung was a better option for her. Jisung would never make the mistakes he made.

           Jisung soon disappeared backstage to prepare. “I think you’ll really like him, Bin.” He smiled as he draped his arm across her shoulders, keeping her close to him. He fully expected her to push him away, but she moved closer to him, smiling softly back at him.

           “If you think I will, then I’m sure I will.” People were surrounding them, but his eyes were only on her. He only has eyes for her.

           “Oh my god! Binnie, is that you?!” Changbin turned when he heard his name over the loud chatter around him, his arm falling from her shoulders as he came face to face with a girl he barely recognized. “It is you!” She wrapped her arms around him, but he didn’t return the hug, instead pushing her off him. “Oh come on Binnie, it’s me!”

           “I’m sorry. I don’t remember you, and I’m here with someone.” He turned to introduce this strange girl to his true love, but she disappeared. Immediately, he started searching for her, frantically running through the crowds of people, desperate to explain that he truly only had eyes for her. He will only have eyes for her.

           After searching the whole club, he made his way outside, spotting the love of his life sharing a cigarette with a man he didn’t recognize. A man with a kind face and broad shoulders. As he got closer, he could see Jisung beside them, shaking his head at whatever she was saying. “Y/N.” Changbin softly called out, causing all three of them to look at him.

           “No.” Jisung said, taking a protective step in front of her, but she pushed herself forward, telling Jisung it was okay.

           “I wanted to believe you, Bin, but you haven’t changed. You’ll never change. I can’t forgive you, no matter how hard you try to earn it. So just walk away.” She turned back to Jisung and the other man, but Changbin wasn’t going to back down, he wasn’t going to lose her again.

           “No. I’m not going to walk away. Not this time, not any time.” When she faced him this time, he could see the tears that threatened to fall, but he refused to be the reason she cried, not this time. “I promise you I have no idea who that girl was. If you had waited just a couple more seconds, you would have seen me push her off and try to introduce her to you. Because I’m all about you. I made mistakes in the past, too many to count, but I will never make those mistakes again. Because I know what it’s like to be without you, and it’s fucking hell, Y/N.” His voice was getting louder and louder the more he spoke, but he had years to make up for. Years of sitting idly by while he watched her hurt. She always fixed everything even when it wasn’t hurt fault. Now it’s his turn. “I stopped going out after you left. I didn’t even try to move on because I knew no one could ever compare to you. It’s always been you, and I wish I realized that before I ruined everything. But I am not walking away. I am never going to stop trying to earn your forgiveness. Because I love you, and I fight for what I love.”

           “What if I can never forgive you?” She met his eyes as the tears began to fall. He cupped her face, wiping away the tears with his thumbs.

           “Then I’ll never stop trying to earn it. Because you’re worth it, Y/N.”

           “You really didn’t know her?”

           “Not a clue.” He whispered, wiping another tear as he blinked back his own. He sees now just how badly he broke her, but he will spend a lifetime putting her back together.

           “Kiss me.” She whispered. And he did. No hesitation. She knew there was still things they had to work on, things to talk about. He made a lot of mistakes in the past, and she forgave him too many times. She forgave him without him having to work for it, but not this time. This time, Changbin earned her forgiveness.

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ch.3 Garrison meeting (Tommy S.)

A/N The pov switches around a bit in this. If it’s confusing please let me know. And any other comments are welcome. 

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Tommy walked into the Garrison two days after the dinner at the Hayes house. His blue eyes scanned the room for his brothers knowing they’d be here. He finally spotted them lounging in a corner booth and made his way over. Dodging a few drunker patrons on his way, he sat down beside them. “Ello Tommy, beautiful day innit!” Arthur yelled happily when he saw him. The glazed look in his eye telling Tommy he already had a couple drinks in him. “Yes Arthur, it is a beautiful day. Do you plan on spending it all at the pub?” he asked, fishing his cigarette case from his pocket. His brother laughed around the rim of his glass, “What better place is there to be!” Tommy shook his head and took a drag of the cigarette he’d lit, he raised his hand above his head to flag down the barmaid. “How’s the shop Tom?” John asked, setting his own drink down.  Tommy turned to him, “Fine. Pol’s over there now.” he said as Grace walked up to the table. “Hello Tommy, how are you today?” she asked him, smiling sweetly. He glanced her way, noticing how close she stood to him. “‘M fine, I’ll take a whisky, Irish.” he muttered, looking back at his brothers. Grace faltered not expecting to be dismissed so quickly and went to fetch his drink.

 John raised his brows “Bit cold Tom, she’s been waitin on you since we got here.” Thomas blew a smoke filled breath into the air “She’ll be fine.” he shrugged. “Ah he’s done got his eye on another bird, ain’t cha Tommy!” Arthur exclaimed with a chuckle. The image of a dark haired beauty popped into his mind but Thomas shook his head and smirked as he took another drag of his cigarette “Nah, I’m only being friendly brother, trying to foster new business relations.” Arthur smacked him on the back jollily “I bet that’s the relations you want!” he laughed himself breathless as Grace came back with his drink and the bottle, setting them lightly in front of him. She turned to him again as she straightened, “Anything else Tommy?” came her low voice “No Grace thank you” he said, reaching for the glass. She remained in her place next to him watching him take a sip. “Will you still be picking me up for the races?” she asked him, once he’s done, her eyes filling with hope. Tommy sighed deeply as he turned to her, eyes roam her figure, taking her in “Yes, I’ll be there at nine a.m. Did you pick out a dress?” he asked. Grace smiled, pleased to finally have his attention “Yes I think you’ll like it. I’ll see you then yeah?” she continued to smile as she finally turned to walk away. He gave her a small smile and nodded, waiting for her to make it out of ear shot before he turned back to his brother.

Polly left the betting shop intending to take a break from all the work. She was walking down the street digging in her purse for her cigarette case when she 

collided with another person. Looking up with a curse on the tip of her tongue she paused seeing Danika standing before her. “Mrs. Grey!” the young woman startled realizing who she had run into “My apologies I wasn’t watching where I was going.” she reached down, picking up the brown paper bag she had dropped. Polly watched her and noticed with surprise that she was barefoot. “Miss Hayes, where on earth are your shoes?” she asked, concerned. Danny’s green eyes looked at her with confusion before it dawned on her, “Oh! Well one of them is in here” the girl motioned with the bag in her hand “And I lost the other one I’m afraid.” she explained with a light giggle as though this was a normal occurrence. Polly thought back to the scene in Calvin Hayes' office with Ben and supposed maybe it was. Before she could say anything the girl spoke up again “I thought I would look less silly walking around barefoot than I would have with only one shoe.” Polly chuckled, “Mhm yes I suppose you have a point, Miss Hayes.” The girl smiled back at her “You can call me Danny Mrs. Grey.” “Then you may call me Polly. Come along now you still shouldn’t be walking around without shoes.” She called as she began walking toward the Garrison as it was the closest building to them she was familiar with. “Where are we going?” Danny asked her, following closely behind. “Garrison, you can call your father to come pick you up.” Polly saw her stiffen from the corner of the eye. “Um” the girl cleared her throat “I can’t actually. He thinks I’m at home now.” she said in a sheepish voice. Polly turned to her, raising her eyebrow “Sneaking out are we?” she teased. “Is it really sneaking out if you use the front door?” Danny quips back with a grin. Polly lets out another laugh “Alright we’ll find you a different way home then.” she decides not to question the girl, it’s not her place after all. They continued chatting as they walk down the street, Polly even told the girl some stories from her youth. They make their way to their destination but when they step from the curb Danny’s foot lands on broken glass. “OH!” she yells as she stumbles forward a little, lifting her foot from the shards. “Are you alright?” Polly asked, steadying her, “Yes, I’m fine, I’ve stepped on much worse over the years.” Danny tries to reassure her even as she grimaces. Polly clicks her tongue and motions her head “We’ll get you fixed up in here” and leads Danny to the front door of the Garrison letting her rest some of her weight on her instead of the injured foot. As the doors open Polly's eyes scan the room landing on her nephews in the corner, seeing Tommy’s eyes zero in on them as the door swung open “Perfect.” she smiled. 

Tommy looked over his shoulder at the sound of the doors opening loudly. He saw his aunt step into the pub but what caught his eye was who she had with her. He saw the mass of raven hair falling over small shoulders first, he saw how her skin seemed to glow in the sunlight shining in behind her, and at last when he looked in her eyes he saw glossy pools of green. Tommy stood from his chair as his aunt started pulling the girl over, and upon noticing the limp she walked with pulled out the chair beside him. Danny sent a wide smile to the three of them as she sat down “Good afternoon gentleman, lovely running into you all.” His brothers greet her with welcome cheers and waves but he’s too preoccupied with looking at her naked feet and the small blood droplets falling from one. “What happened?” he asked her, reaching down for the ankle of the injured foot to inspect it. She jerks her head to him the moment their skin touches and he does his best to ignore the tingles running through his palm. “I stepped on glass outside.” he hears her say, causing him to look at her from under his lashes, “Why haven’ you got on any shoes?” “Well I did but I lost one.” she told him color dusting her cheeks. He doesn’t try to fight off the grin that comes to his face at the sight, “And how’d you manage to do that, ey?” he teases lightly. She brushes a fallen strand of black from her face and says in a playful voice “I was running to the post office and it got caught in a storm drain. My own fault for wearing heels, I never could keep them on long.” she shoots him a childish grin causing Tommy’s heart to skip a beat. He opens his mouth to tease her again when he sees Grace appear over her shoulder. “Is everything alright?” she asked in a curious voice, tracing her eyes down to where Tommy was holding Danny’s foot in his lap before seeing the small splatters on the ground “Oh you're hurt, hold on we’ve got bandages in the back.” she rushes off again as Danny calls a thank you to her over her shoulder. 

Danny felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest. She hadn’t expected to run into Thomas today and while she’s never been vain before she wishes she’d taken extra time getting ready this morning. Trying to be discreet she ran a hand through her hair trying to smooth it down hoping it hadn’t gotten too wild from her running earlier. She turned her head back around from watching the barmaid walk away and found Thomas’ eyes still resting on her. Christ, how is it fair to have eyes that blue. She watched as he raised the cigarette to his lips, unable to drag her gaze away until she picks up on Polly’s voice beside her. “-an into her outside, I planned to have her call her father to pick her up but he’s unavailable.” the brown haired woman explained, apparently answering John’s question of what they were doing at the pub. Danny turned to the younger Shelby hoping to distract herself from his brother “I don’t want to bother him at work over something so small. Once I’m patched up I can get home just fine.” She lied. It was still a long walk home and an injured foot was going to make it a longer one. As she finished her sentence the blonde haired woman came back carrying a wet rag and roll of bandages. “Alright give me your foot and I’ll fix you up” she said kindly, setting the items down. Danny started to shift herself around when Thomas snatched the rag from the table “S’alright Grace, you go deal with the customers.” He told her as he lifted Danny’s foot to wipe the blood away with a gentleness Danny didn’t expect from him. She noticed a tick in the other woman’s jaw like she was annoyed at being sent away but she didn’t argue with him, only silently nodded and left. Danny looked back at Thomas when he rubbed his thumb softly over her heel, “S’not that bad, jus’ some small cuts.” his deep voice told her, sending a shiver down her spine. “So I’ll live then.” She smiles at him when he glanced up at her again and grabbed the bandage roll. He worked quickly wrapping her foot and securing the end before giving her a pat on the top of her foot “Good as new love.” Her breath hitched and she cleared her throat “Thank you Mr. Shelby.” She smiled softly at him, “Think I should be getting home now.” She starts to remove her foot from its resting place over his leg but his grip tightens abit and he turns to his brothers “Did you two drive the car here?” He asked them, seemingly ignoring her. John looked at his brother and nudges his head to the wall “Yeah parked ‘round the side.” Tommy nods and downs the last of his drink “Good. I’m taking it.” he says plainly and sets her foot on the ground gently so he can stand. Arthur shoots his head up from where he’d been quietly staring at his drink, Danny almost thought he had dozed off, “How’re we sup’ose to get home?!” he asked in bewilderment. “Walk” Thomas answers him simply, extending his hand to help her from her seat.

 “Are you sure? I’d hate to put anyone out.” she hesitates, feeling guilty that the two men were losing their way home because of her. John shrugs his shoulders and tells her it’s fine, “We live closer n you do.” he says shooting her a boyish grin. Arthur mutters something about birds and manners that she doesn’t understand a word of as he takes a large gulp of his whiskey. And with no excuse to use she places her hand in Thomas’ and lets him help her to her feet. He’s stronger than his lean frame would lead one to believe, pulling her up with ease. Electricity runs through her as he holds her hand and she hopes the disappointment doesn’t show on her face when he lets go. Polly rises from her own seat “I’ll help you to the car dear.” she offers, bidding farewell to her nephews. The older woman looped her arm around Danny’s as Thomas walked ahead of them clearing a path. Everyone seemed to almost jump out of his way when they saw him coming. Once they made it out of the pub and to the car, Thomas opened the door for her to climb in. Settling herself in the seat she turned to Polly and thanked her as he shut the door. “Of course dear.” the older woman smiled at her “Now you two be off,” she said and Danny missed how her eyes cut to Tommy when she finished with “And be careful.”

[thelargefrye]

YEARNING FOR YOU. kang yeosang (18+)

── summary. you’re just within reach and yet every time he tries to get to you, you vanish right before his eyes... again and again and again.

── roles. mage!yeosang + mage!f!reader (ft. poly!mage!ateez & other idols)

── genre. smut + one-shot + mages + magic shop + supernatural + mythology + historical to modern day + romance + eventual poly relationship + angst + drama + reincarnation (most of these are for the overall story not necessarily this one-shot)

── word count. 3.3k

── warnings. nightmares + language + sub!yeosang & dom!reader + kissing + little hair pulling + one moment of spanking + anal fingering + handjob + degrading + amazon position + y/n is mentioned to have tattoos 

── developer’s note. happy birthday @atiny-piratequeen​ !! this is just a small something that i’m working on that’s inspired by against the tide !! i figured that since i probably might not get the whole story done by your birthday bc i’ve already been working on it for two weeks and i’m only still doing world and backstory building rip then i would just share a small piece that included yeosang. i’m still working on characters and personalities so anything you read here is subject to change by the time i get the first official chapter out. 

when the door to the shop chimed, yeosang didn’t bother looking up from his book he was reading. he knew that usually customers – humans at least – would just look around before leaving or come up to mindlessly flirt with him. it was the same thing every time the bell dinged. 

he could hear the customer’s shoes, heels to be exact, softly thudding across the old wooden floors as they strolled around the small shop. his hearing could pick up where exactly in the shop they were, so when they finally started nearing the back to where he and register were, he assumed this customer just wanted to flirt with him like always. 

“um, excuse me,” yeosang’s head shot up immediately at the sound of the familiar voice. you stood in front of him also with a look of shock from how quickly yeosang moved and his eyes flickered down to the canvas in your arms. 

“o-oh, um, hi. how can i... how can i help you,” yeosang says as he tries his best to relax, but honestly he doesn’t think he can, not when you’re here in front of him and talking to him. 

you smile softly at him before handing over the canvas you had in your hands, “this is the painting hongjoong asked me to paint. he told me i could find him and the rest of you here. is he, um, is he here by any chance?”

“huh? oh, yeah is he, let me go get him!” yeosang had never moved so fast before as he practically jumped off his stool and ran to the back to get the group’s leader and tell him you’re here. 

“y/n’s here!” yeosang says probably a bit too loudly and maybe just a little too excitedly but he hasn’t seen you in centuries. he has a right to be happy to see his missing lover. 

hongjoong isn’t by himself in the back, all the others are basically here too, except for jongho and san who had gone out to get information on how to help you remember your first life.

“she is? why?” mingi asks, a look of shock drawn on his face knowing you’re here just in the other room. 

“she brought the painting hongjoong asked her to paint,” yeosang says and hongjoong is quick to go to the front and yeosang picks up on how hongjoong greets you with a cheery tone. 

at first yeosang thinks about staying in the back and letting you and hongjoong talk for a moment, but his need to see you again overcomes that he heads back to the front of the shop. he hears the others coming up behind him as he does and he figures the others couldn’t wait either. 

a wave of memories washes over him as he sees you and hongjoong interacting so closely. all the times he would see you and hongjoong interacting on the utopia, all the lingering stares and touches you thought no one else saw, but in reality everyone saw.

he misses you. they all miss you. 

“wow, y/n, this is beautiful,” hongjoong can’t take his eyes off the painting you gave him and you have a proud look on your face as your eyes flicker between the male and the painting before you slowly look up and over at where him and the others are. 

“oh, i didn’t know you all worked here as well!” you say and greeted them all with a smile. 

“i actually own this shop,” hongjoong says and you turn to look at him in shock. “my grandmother ran this shop before passing it down to me before she retired.” yeosang couldn’t help but slightly snicker at how hongjoong called hyuna a grandmother. 

“really? that’s so cool! i had actually never been in this shop before until today,” you offhandedly as you glance around the shop some more. “oh!” you say catching the six males off guard as they watched you dig through your bag before pulling out eight envelopes. “siyeon is throwing a party and wants me to invite you all!” you say handing each other an invitation before giving jongho and san’s to wooyoung. “i hope you all can make it!”

“of course! we’ll do our best to be there,” hongjoong says, but yeosang knows that all eight of them are definitely going especially since you’re going to be there. “also, thank you again for the painting, it really is beautiful.”

“oh, of course! i’m glad you like it, i always enjoy painting sea related stuff, so this was a blast to paint,” you explain with a small laugh. “well, i should be going! i promised siyeon i would help her with party decisions, so... i’ll see you all around,” you say bidding the males goodbye before turning on your heels and leaving the shop. 

yeah, yeosang and the other are gonna have to work fast.

𐂴𐂴𐂴

sometimes when yeosang misses you, he’ll find himself remembering the time when you all were together on the utopia. he’ll remember how you use to help him in the kitchen, acting as both a hand and taste-tester to him. 

all the heated gazes the two of you shared being the reason for his flushed face that he would blame on the heat in the kitchen when the others would question him. although he was sure the others didn’t believe because his magic dealt with fire, so some kitchen heat was nothing for him. 

but no matter what the same thought still comes to him. he just misses you. he thinks that over and over again until he falls asleep and you appear in his dreams. 

it’s silly he knows it, mainly using his magic in order to ensure that you appear to him. he has sweet dreams when you are with him and others all enjoying your time together; however, the moment he remembers that none of it is real and that you are living a completely different life without remembering them, without remembering him. it all turns into a nightmare. 

and its always the same. the same day he and the others are forced to remember and sometimes relive again and again for centuries. 

“yeosang, wake up!” 

his eyes snap open and he feels hot, his bangs matted to his forehead with sweat and his eyes are immediately trying to get used to the darkness of his bedroom.

that voice... he thinks as he brings his hands up to cover his face. huh? was he crying? 

“yeosang,” he hears it again and sounds so close to him. right next to him and he feels like he’s still dreaming. but he turns his head and his brown orbs meet your own worried eyes as you sit next to him in his bed. 

“y/n...?” he reaches out to touch your cheek, his hands caressing your face and he gasps when he realizes you’re real and next to him. 

“why are you crying, love?” you ask him watching as he sits up. you reach over to brush his tears away before he suddenly takes you in his arms. “did you have a bad dream, yeo?”

yeosang doesn’t trust his words so he just nods his head as he nuzzles his head into your neck. “it’s okay,” you say softly, rubbing his back in comfort, “i’m here and nothings going to happen while i’m here. i promise.”

yeosang has heard you say those words before and it only makes him cry harder. you said that to him the first time you woke him up from a nightmare. you would always take him into your arms and hold him and wipe away his tears and tell him it’s okay and it’s all in the past. 

when yeosang does finally calm down, tears no longer running down his face, he slowly pulls away from you to lay back down. you lay down right next to him, pulling the blanket up to your chins as you brush hair away from his face. 

“i love you,” he says as he feels himself slowly falling back to sleep. you smile sadly at him, a hand still running through his hair as his eyes finally close. 

𐂴𐂴𐂴 

seonghwa was jealous, yeosang was 100% sure of that. the ice mage’s glare could probably set someone ablaze if he had fire magic instead. and honestly, yeosang doesn’t blame his boyfriend for being jealous because he was as well. 

“and who the hell is that?” wooyoung was the one who spoke up, shocked like seonghwa and himself at the sight of you talking to this unknown male. 

well, unknown to them at least. you seemed to be pretty close to the male, too close if yeosang or any of the others could say anything. 

“do you think they’re...” mingi didn’t want to say it out loud, probably knowing how much chaos he would cause among them if he did. 

yeosang wanted to be upset. upset at you for potentially going and falling in love with someone that isn’t them, but he couldn’t. he couldn’t be upset at you because this you, the one standing not too far from him and his seven lovers, this you isn’t the same you he met all those centuries ago. 

you don’t remember the love you shared and it broke yeosang’s heart. 

his eyes flickered over to seonghwa noticing the furrow in his eyebrows before he looks over to hongjoong who is just staring at you with sadness. then his eyes go back to you and this male who are sitting closely next to each other. the guy looks at you with such a softness that it reminds the fire mage of how seonghwa looks at all of them, with love. 

the male plays with the ends of your hair, running it over your face in a teasing manner that makes you laugh and yeosang would be lying if he said your laugh didn’t make his heart flutter. 

yeosang misses you.

𐂴𐂴𐂴

yeosang can’t help but sigh as soon as his body hit his bedsheets. he felt clean and relaxed after a long day of working in the shop below them and dealing with both humans and supernatural creatures alike. 

while he was staring up at the ceiling, he closed his eyes and started to doze off. he’s not sure for how long his eyes were closed, but he only opens them when he feels his bed dip. 

looking over he was greeted by the sight of you in little to no clothing and a warm smile on your face. 

“y/n, what are you doing?” yeosang was more than surprised to see you in his room. he was quick to sit up with a shocked expression as he moved so he was sitting right across from you. 

“what do you mean, yeo? i’m visiting you of course!” you say cheerfully. 

yeosang looked over you and he noticed the familiar tattoos that decorated your right arm. “you’re not real, are you?” he asked as he bowed his head so you couldn’t see his face. 

one of your fingers reached under to tilt his chin up and you looked at him with a gaze, “i’m as real as you want me to be,” you say with a smile as you leaned over and kissed him. 

yeosang immediately allowed you to take the lead. your lips guiding his as you ran a hand threw his hair and gently tugged on it causing yeosang to moan into your mouth as your tongue explored his mouth and while also teasingly play with his own wet muscle. 

yeosang was melting into the kiss, his hands coming up to your waist to pull you closer to him with your chest flushed tightly against his. when you pulled away from the kiss, yeosang tried to follow after your lips making you let out a small laugh at how cute he was acting. 

yeosang only looked at you with slightly dazed eyes, still not fully believing you are here in front of him which allowed you to push at his shoulders, making him fall on his back and into the softness of the bed. 

“y/n... please,” he whines as you hover over him slightly, both your hands caging his head to the bed as you look down at him. 

“what yeo? what do you want me to do?” you ask with a teasing smile, god, he hasn’t seen this smile in centuries. 

“p-please, please fuck me,” he chokes out and your smile turns into a grin as you trail your finger down the center of his body before it stops at the towel he still had wrapped around his waist. 

“want me to take it off?” he nods without hesitation, “words.”

“yes!” and the towel was unwrapped from his hips and now he was completely bare to you. his cock was only semi-hard when you removed the towel and yeosang watched as your fingers ghosted over the tip, just barely grazing it. “please touch me, don’t tease me,” he begs and you hum before wrapping your hand around his cock and slowly began stroking it until it was fully hard and an angry red, his pre-cum only just slowly starting to appear at his tip. 

he let out a string of whines and curses as you began moving your hand suddenly at a fast pace without warning. yeosang’s back arched off the bed, but your free hand came down to hold him still to the bed before you suddenly stop stroking him. 

yeosang watches you as you move in between his legs before grabbing the underside of his thighs, giving them a good squeeze before hoisting them up to his chest. when you let go of his legs, yeosang immediately went to hold them in place as his face was flushed a bright red. 

you cooed at him as you leaned over his bent body and kissed him before pulling away to look at his ass that was now on full display for you. his hole tight and pink as you played with it, wiggling just the tip of your index into him before pulling out. 

“you’re so tight yeo, does none our boys fuck you open enough?” yeosang moaned at the degrading tone you had laced in your voice. “that’s okay though,” you begin adding a firm smack to both his asscheeks, “i can just fuck you open myself.”

yeosang wanted to come with there and then at your words, but he only settled for letting out a few moans instead. he knew the minute he came then it would all be over. he watched you quickly stand up and go over to his bedside table and dug through the draw before pulling out a bottle of lube. 

yeosang watched as you squeezed the clear liquid substance into your palm before he felt you apply it to his hole. he moaned at the cold feeling it gave him as you rubbed it around his puckered hole before applying more to your fingers. fuck, he couldn’t hold his excitement as he felt your index probe at him before slowly slipping inside him. 

“f-fuck– oh god, please!” he moaned out, throwing his head back as you eased him open. your movements were slow, almost too slow as if you were messing with him and he looked over to meet your eyes. 

when you finally entered a second finger he felt his eye roll back as you started to pick up the pace a bit in your thrusting. yeosang let out a broken fuck as you slowly started hitting his prostate before grabbing his dick with your free hand and stroked him in time to your fingers thrusting in and out of him. 

“does that feel good?” you ask and yeosang can only nod as his head fell back onto the bed. you frown at his nonverbal response and quickly stop both your hands making his whine as you remove your finger from him. “i asked a question yeosang, so answer it,” your voice sent a chill down his back as if it was seonghwa speaking to him. 

“it does, it feels good,” he says, face burning red, “b-but...”

“but what? what do you want?” 

“please, let m-me... let me be inside you,” he says and you coo once more at him before you lean over him once more. your nose brushing his from how close you are. 

“do you deserve to be inside me? you may have a nice dick, but do you think you can use it to pleasure me?” you ask, raising an eyebrow and yeosang felt his dick twitch from between the two of you at you questioning tone. 

“p-please, y/n, please u-use me to pleasure you,” he says out of breath and you let out a small laugh as you sat up and slowly grind down on his dick. the fabric of your underwear slightly damp from your growing wetness and causes yeosang to moan at knowing how close he was actual to you. 

“do the others know how much of slut you are?” you ask with a small laugh, “i’m sure they know how much you like to be used. hm, don’t they?”

“t-they do,” yeosang stutters out as he watches you move off of him to take your underwear off and he feels a chill run down his spine as you hover back on top of him to take his dick in your hand a position it at your entrance. 

“is this what you want?”

“y-yes!” you smile as you sink down on his length with a moan. yeosang lets his mouth drop open as you start to bounce on his length, the sound of your skin meeting his joining the sound of his and your moans. 

“f-fuck, yeosang!” you moan as yeosang takes you all in. his eyes fall on your chest which was still covered and he lets his legs go for a moment in order to unclasp your bra. you take your bra off and throw to the side now allowing yeosang the ability to see you completely bare now. 

god, how he missed this sight and he was glad you were using his legs as support for yourself because this allowed him to roam his hands over your body.  

getting lost in his pleasure he accidentally thrusted up making you glare at him before stopping, “toys don’t move, so still or i won’t let you cum,” you say and yeosang nods letting out a quiet y-yes before you continued between bouncing and moving your hips in figure-eights. 

yeosang felt himself grow closer to his orgasm and you clenching around him doing nothing but bringing him closer. “i-i’m c-close! please y-y/n! let me–

he own choked moan cut him off as he felt you clench around him as you came with a loud moan and a whimper of his name. you coming was enough to finally send yeosang over the edge as he took in the sight of you climaxing, knowing you used him to reach your own pleasure. 

it took you a moment before you slid off of him and next to him. you were quick to get him to put his legs down which felt a little sore from the position he held for so long. 

while he caught his breath he felt you reach over and press different kisses all over his face making him smile. you pressed a final kiss to his lips before cleaning him up and helping him under the covers. 

“i love you, y/n, please don’t disappear,” he says as you hold him close to you under the covers of his bed. you remained silent, only slowly running a hand through his hair and lulling him to sleep.

eventually, yeosang closed his eyes welcoming sleep as he fell asleep in your arms. 

when he woke up the next morning he was greeted by an empty bed and yeosang can’t tell if what he experienced last night with you was even real or just a dream. with a sigh, he gets up and starts to get dressed before heading out of his room and to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for himself and the others.

“i love you, too.”

[snackhobi]

Had the worst day at work. 🗣🗣Need fluffy soft android tae to make it better

this is set in the human touch verse / part 1.5

Part 1 / [1.5] / 2

(masterlist here)

pairing: android!taehyung x reader / word count: 1.4k / genre: fluff (sfw/general) / warnings: none! (this is set after part 1, no spoilers for part 2!)

ANON I GOT YOU! 😤 I’m sorry your day at work was bad but I hope this lil oneshot makes it a little better!! ✨ and I hope tomorrow is better for you! this hasn’t been beta’ed, I typed this out as soon as I saw your message, I’m sorry for any mistakes! was a fast one!

You love your job. Honestly, you do. You know you’re lucky and that a lot of people hate their jobs, slog away at them just to make ends meet, no real passion for what they do. You’re lucky that you have a good job that you like with coworkers that you love. Really lucky. Extraordinarily lucky.

But everyone has bad days.

Days where clients are rude and brash. Days where the ideas you submit aren’t right, aren’t good enough, where everything you come up with gets sent back to the drawing board or scrapped altogether. Days where the café down the road from work is out of your favourite pastry, the last cinnamon roll stolen out from your very eyes by the person in front of you, your little guilty pleasure gone just like that.

(You watch, aghast and agape, as the other customer takes one bite into that last cinnamon roll, wrinkles their nose, and discards it in the trash. It would be one thing to have stolen it so brazenly from you, but they didn’t even finish it. You’re in disbelief.)

Your usual coping method for days like this? Get home, flop on sofa, eat takeout, feel sorry for self. It’s something you’ve gotten good at over the years, wallowing alone in your empty apartment, feeling angry and sad and small; left to stew and circle on those Really Rough Days that everyone has, unfortunately. Compounded by your solitude, your own lonely, echoing chamber. You could complain to your friends, of course, co-workers who would understand what you’re going through—but you feel stupid. Selfish, even, in complaining about these little things. So you keep it to yourself.

Or at least, that’s the plan.

Taehyung’s greeting is vibrant and bright, as it always is. His hair is red today, a shock of scarlet that fizzes on his head and frames his lovely face—he’s even changed his eyes too, a rarer occurrence, muted hazel, almost-green, an autumn forest at dawn. Seeing him makes everything a little better, an ice-pack on the mottled bruise of your day, a warm compress against an aching pain.

A little better, but not entirely.

“Hey, Taehyung,” you reply, trying to etch a smile across your lips.

Instantly, his LED flickers yellow.

“Y/n.” His voice is soft and low as he watches you kick your shoes off, hang your coat up, going through your usual daily motions, smooth with ease of practice even if your limbs feel heavy. “What’s wrong?”

You pause.

“Nothing,” you say. “I’m just tired.”

You hadn’t realised you were so transparent. Hadn’t realised that it would be so easy for Taehyung to see that something’s off, that the levity behind your words is forced, today.

Maybe, back when he’d first stepped foot in your apartment, your lie would have slipped past him. But he’s been here for a few weeks, now, and he’s grown to learn your idiosyncrasies so fast it should be frightening. (But it’s not. It’s… comforting, actually. Knowing that he can read you and does so because he cares about your wellbeing, worries about you, just as you worry about him.)

“Y/n,” Taehyung repeats. 

There’s something a little more emphatic in his tone, something firmer, and you can’t help but look at him.

His LED is yellow and there’s a little frown laid across his brows, his smiling mouth set in a pursed line as he looks back at you, but he’s still soft around the edges. Concern. It’s written all over him, across every inch of his face and body, curled in the curve of his fingers as he reaches out to take your hand.

“What’s wrong?” He says, again, and something inside you dissolves, melts from black ice to gentle water under his warm touch.

“Just a bad day at work,” you admit, an almost embarrassed murmur at this confession of weakness. “I’m feeling a little stressed, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. It’s okay.”

Taehyung’s LED is flickering, swirling yellow, before it transitions into that soft blue you love so much. “Go sit down.” He squeezes your hand. “I’ll make you something.”

Taehyung is still learning, far better at art than most other things, but he knows exactly what you like. The hot chocolate he presents you is piping hot, thick and creamy, and he’s even arranged some of your favourite biscuits on a small plate for you, set in a neat half-circle, a rainbow of cookies and otherwise. And when he sits next to you, he reaches for your hand, holds it loose but safe, looks at you with his big, big eyes—eyes that are back to their usual brown, now, his hair black atop his head, his default settings. 

(You’ll never say it out loud, because Taehyung looks incredible no matter what, but you love this look. It’s your favourite, his dark hair and darker eyes, because it’s what makes him look the softest. It’s entirely Taehyung. There are no remnants of V.)

“Do you want to talk about it?”

And… you do, actually. You do want to talk about it. But still, you hesitate, until Taehyung squeezes your hand again, and all the tension rushes out of you like the air out of a balloon.

It’s weirdly easy to talk to Taehyung, someone who listens intently—like he always does—his LED a gentle looping river that flows on his temple as you spell out the minutiae of your day, each rock caught in the shoe of you life that you’ve struggled to kick out.

It’s strange, to feel coddled like this. Strange to have someone just want to listen to you, someone who cares about the things in your day that had built up into a mountain. Strange, but… nice. It leaves you feeling lighter, buoyed up, like you’ve shed part of the burden on your shoulders, like Taehyung has helped you lift it.

Things are better, the next day. Everything is fine, and your day is good; you know that yesterday was just a blip, something easily dismissed, all the easier for Taehyung’s unswerving support. A bad day is nothing important and doesn’t need thinking about. So, you put it out of your mind as you work, all but forgotten when you get home, back to Taehyung’s glittering eyes and wide grin.

His fingers are stained with paint and there are swipes of it down his apron, staining the once unmarred fabric, evidence of his endless creation. You love it, love that he loves to paint, to create, making things just because he can. For himself.

“I made something for you,” he says, and, oh. 

Oh.

For himself, and for you too, it seems.

It’s a series of tiny, beautiful canvases. There’s an incredible floral display, chrysanthemums and peonies and roses and lilies and more, more, more, paint layered so thick that the petals literally rise from the page. Each one fits in the palm of your hand, so small and gorgeous, so much wonder contained in each small canvas; you’d forgotten about these. Wonder where Taehyung unearthed them from, without leaving chaos behind, your studio as organised as always.

“Do you like them?”

“Taehyung,” you murmur, staring at the canvas of forget-me-nots that’s cradled in your palm, each petal warm blue with softened hints of pink and purple, so pretty as they sit atop their stems. “I love them. They’re for me?”

Taehyung’s smile is warm, warm, warm. “I thought you could keep them on your desk at work. That’s why I painted them so small,” he says.

No one’s ever painted anything for you before.

“They’re so beautiful, Tae,” you say, and Taehyung’s LED flickers in delight at the nickname, the endearment, familiarity.

“You had a bad day yesterday and I thought you might like something nice to look at while you were at work,” he says, and his voice is so yielding and sweet, marshmallow soft. “Looking at your paintings makes me happy, and I thought you might be happy if you looked at mine, too.”

Your fingers tighten around the tiny canvas in your hand. You do feel happy.

You feel happy looking at Taehyung’s paintings.

(You feel happy looking at Taehyung.)

(The forget-me-nots sit next to your monitors, your eyes resting on those tiny, delicate blooms more often than you realise. Forget-me-not, you think, and then smile. As if you could ever forget about Taehyung.)

[vixenpen]

Dabi smut with a teacher. Like in some quirkless au or something (He’s scarless but hella pierced and tatted), he had to pick up kid!Shoto one day and he sees his hot black teacher (Sis got thickness and curves for days, even in simple clothes) So he consistently picks up Shoto (even when he doesn’t have to) just to hit on her and when he finally scores a date with her, he’s at his limit after seeing her in casual wear and how amazing her personality is.

I LOVED this request. I had so much fun writing it and the details were amazing! I hope you enjoy

Hot For Teacher (Dabi x Black Reader) Quirkless AU

“Ah, come on kid,” Dabi sighed, expelling a stream of smoke as he waited at the curb for his baby brother to get out of school.

He rolled down the window to air out the car and watched the stream of middle schoolers burst through the double doors and head to their respective busses or cars.

“Shooo,” Dabi groaned, “where are you? I got shit to do, kid.”

He enjoyed hanging out with his youngest sibling, and he had no problem picking the kid up, but he also had a business to help run. If he didn’t get back to the shop in an hour and a half like he’d promised Hawks, he’d get an earful about responsibility and time management and blah, blah, blah.

He leaned back in the driver seat, deciding to give Shoto another fifteen minutes before he texted the kid.

Just then another wave of kids exited the building, Dabi’s bright blue eyes scanned them before landing on the finest woman he’d ever seen in his life.

Her cream colored silk blouse popped beautifully against her rich brown skin and a pair of slacks hugged her wide hips. Her makeup made her dark eyes sparkle and red lipstick painted her pouty mouth.

Dabi sat up, turquoise eyes running up and down that beautiful body of hers as the sexy teacher strutted past to talk to parents and wave good bye to students. When she turned around, his eyes slid down to the fattest ass he’d ever seen and he licked his lips.

Damn it must be hard as hell for her students to concentrate in class.

She turned again and began walking back towards the school. Fuck! If he didn’t stop gawking he would miss his chance. He couldn’t let that happen.

Holding his cigarette between his lips, Dabi quickly stepped out of the car and took leggy strides to catch up with the teacher.

“Excuse me.”

She turned around, her big dark eyes landing on him. Immediately Dabi knew she was sizing him up and wasn’t impressed. She gave that same disapproving teacher look Fuyumi gave whenever she was put off by someone.

Regardless, he flashed her his most charming smile. He may not be a goody two shoes like these other khaki wearing dads out here, but he knew he looked damn better than any of them.

“Sorry to bother you ma’am. I was just hoping you could help me out.”

“Sure,” she smiled back, showing off a pair of pretty white teeth. “Let’s start with that cigarette. It’s against our school policy to be smoking on the premises so if you could.” She cocked a brow expectantly.

Dabi cocked his own pierced brow back in response, but quickly stubbed out his cigarette on a nearby janitor’s cart and threw it away in the accompanying trash can.

Her smile widened. “Great. Now, how can I help you?”

Dabi chuckled. “Well, ya see, I just got this new phone and cleared out all my old contacts. Ya know, new year, new me and all that,” he shrugged, “anyway, my contacts are pretty empty now. So, I was wondering if I could get yours.”

She let out a little snort of amusement.

“That’s your pick up line? How many Girls have had the misfortune of hearing that one?”

“You’d be the first,” Dabi smirked back. “Figured the usual ‘hey beautiful, what’s your name’ line wouldn’t exactly help me stand out.”

“Trust me, you don’t need help standing out.” She replied, eying him again.

“Then that means I’m ahead of the game, right?” He held out a hand, “I’m Dabi.”

Tentatively, the teacher shook it. “Ms. Y/n.”

“Ms. Y/n, huh...” Dabi repeated slowly, his eyes ran over you with a barely masked longing. “Not ‘Mrs’?”

“Not yet.” You replied.

“How soon are you looking to change that?” Dabi asked, his smirk growing a bit smaller and more intimate.

“Who said I was looking to change it at all?”

“Certainly not me,” he replied, “that’s why I asked. I would love to talk more about how much you don’t want to change it over dinner sometime though.”

You fended off a smile. You were not about to give this over confident asshole any encouragement.

“Sorry, but I make it a point not to date my student’s parents.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not a parent then.”

“Oh? So you just like to stroll on the campuses of random middle schools and hit on the teachers for fun?”

Dabi chuckled again.

“I’m here to pick up my little brother. Ah, hell, speaking of which, I actually could use your help with that. Kid hasn’t come out yet and I’ve already been here over half an hour.”

Your pretty face immediately crumpled with worry.

“What’s your brother’s name?”

“Todoroki Shoto.”

“Oh!” You looked surprised. “Shoto. I think I saw him headed towards the baseball field. I think the team has practice today.”

“Dammit! Really? Well, I better go say hi to the kid anyway. You mind, uh, leading the way?”

“Sure.” You shrugged.

Turning, you took the lead and guided Dabi towards the baseball diamond behind the school. You could feel the man’s eyes on your ass the whole way, and couldn’t help but put an extra switch in your hips as you did. Much to his appreciation.

You had to admit the man was fine as hell. The black undercut with lines cut in the side, his multiple piercings and even the colorful tattoos you saw peeking from under his fitted black tshirt were hot as hell. However, you had long since given up on bad boy types. You preferred nerds. Still a little light flirting wouldn’t hurt anything, right?

“There he is.” Dabi stated once the two of you verged on the field. He held up his hands to his mouth and called out: “Yo, Sho!”

The boy looked up, heterochromatic eyes widening in surprise.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had practice today you little half and half?”

“Why don’t you ever check mom’s texts?” Shoto shouted back. “She told you to come later.”

You snickered as Dabi pulled out his phone and checked his text messages.

“Huh. Well I’ll be damned.” He muttered to himself. “Alright, kiddo, I’ll be back in an hour!”

“Can you stop shouting and leave now?! I have to concentrate.”

Dabi laughed before turning back to you.

“Anyway, thanks a lot for your help Ms. Y/n.”

“Just doing my job.”

“Still, I would love to thank you properly. Maybe over coffee.” He said, sounding hopeful.

“Before it was dinner.” You quipped, playfully.

“I know. I‘m just planning for future dates.”

You giggled, shaking your head. “It was nice meeting you, Dabi.” With that you turned and strutted off.

“I hope you know I’m gonna keep trying until I get a yes or no.” He called after you.

As you entered the school’s back entrance you could hear Shoto shouting: “Can you please stop hitting on my teachers? I have to see them everyday!”

Unfortunately for Shoto, his plea seemed to go in one overly pierced ear and out the other because almost everyday since then, Dabi made it a point to stop and talk to you when he came to pick up Shoto.

“Hey there, Ms. Y/n. My contacts are filling up fast. You sure you don’t wanna reserve a spot?”

“Sorry Dabi, but my no dating policy extends to immediate family members as well.”

“I hated to cancel our reservations, but you’re left me no choice, Ms. Y/n.”

“Nobody told you to make reservations, Dabi.”

“Dinner was lonely the other day. If only I had a beautiful black queen to keep me company.”

“I’m sure There are plenty of black queens out there that would have loved to accompanying you to dinner.”

“Yeah, but they wouldn’t have been you.”

Dabi was unrelenting. Always complimenting how amazing your outfits looked on your skin tone, how flattering your make up was, or if you wore a new hairstyle or new jewelry.

You couldn’t lie. The attention was both flattering and refreshing. Since becoming a teacher, you usually only got hit on by studious academic types. Attractive yes, but straight laced and all the same with their game

Unfortunately a disturbing amount of married dads also tried their luck with you.

But Dabi was different.

He may have been a far cry from your usual type, but he was always perfectly respectful and even funny. Not to mention he was much closer to your own age than other men that came on to you.

He must have started bribing Shoto for help or asking him about your interests too. Because sometimes when he would see you, he’d have a new book to give you or your favorite iced tea from a cafe you always frequented. Which, admittedly, was pretty damn cute.

The tatted up alt boy was actually growing on you. So one day, when both of you least expected it, you finally agreed to give him your number and go on a date.

That was the first time you ever saw him straight up smile. Not smirk or grin. He actually beamed. Just like a little boy who’d been told he could have a puppy.

Ok, ok. You admit it—he was cute.

Hopefully, that charm would extend over to dinner.

When the big date came, Dabi cleaned himself up. Opting out of his usual dark attire for a deep blue fitted Ralph Lauren polo and skinny khakis. He even took out some of his piercings in an attempt to look more presentable. He thought he cleaned up pretty nice if he did say so himself, but it was nothing compared to what you strutted in wearing.

Dabi had gotten used to your stylish but conservative work attire. He was so used to your hot teacher look, that he forgot you probably had some regular clothes in that amazing wardrobe of yours.

And damn did you pick out the most show stopping dress you had. You wore a wine colored dress that cut low in the front showing off those juicy tits of yours and stopped above the knee. The heels you wore made your thighs look even yummier and your ass was jiggling out of control with every step.

Down boy. Down boy. Down boy.

He scolded himself.

“Well, don’t you clean up nicely, Dabi?” You teased.

“I’m Touya tonight, beautiful.” He struck a pose like a GQ model. You laughed. “Dabi was that guy that kept hitting on you, Touya’s the guy that’s gonna try not to screw it up.

“Oh,” you ran a manicured finger along his solid chest, “well, I agreed to a date with Dabi, but I guess Touya could be fun too.”

Dabi licked his lip, and your eyes fell on his tongue piercing, hungrily.

“Depending on how well the night goes, you might see Dabi come out later tonight.” He replied, suggestively.

You rolled your eyes, but could feel your cheeks (and your pussy) warming.

“Boy! Come on.”

Dabi as Touya opened the door to the restaurant and ushered you inside.

The restaurant he took you to was definitely a high end place; complete with soft candle light, a jazz quartet, and a maître d’.

The chemistry the two of you had definitely translated over dinner.

Dabi was just as funny as he always was and he was genuinely interested in getting to know everything about you. He hung on to your every word about the funny things your students did in class. He enjoyed hearing your college stories. He even knew some of the books you enjoyed reading and could talk literature easily.

You discovered that he was the co-owner of a tattoo and piercing shop. He was the oldest of his siblings. And he enjoyed traveling and learning new things.

Dabi enjoyed vibing with you. He loved that your personality and sense of humor was just as amazing and substantial as that body he wanted a piece of so bad.

Dinner rolled into drinks and lasted well into the night. By the time the two of you were done it was damn near four A.M.

From that night on, you and Dabi became practically inseparable. He picked you up from school right along with Shoto for dinner after work, swung by with coffee, bought you any and everything you wanted (he does come from money after all) and after a year of dating, you became more than just a ‘Ms.’

Pt.2

[supersizemeplz]

We Meet Again

Incubus!Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Female

Another #supersizedfic Halloween fic. I know, I know. It isn’t October yet but I wanted this to jumpstart my writings for it. I definitely want to push out more creepy/scary fics around that month. Let’s call this practice. Also, I’m calling him an incubus but I’m not sure if he fits that category fully in this. Idk. Enjoy!

Song suggestion: Algorhythm by Childish Gambino

"Come on down to Moreen's Super Savin-" The commercial was clipped short as the screen went black. It had to be the millionth time it'd came on in the past two weeks and it was becoming repetitive. The young woman sat the remote on the glass coffee table before she stood. Her adoring pet took that as her cue to hop down as well and follow her owner close.

"How about a snack, Mina? We deserve that right?" She spoke to the puppy as if she'd reply. Well she kind of did with a bark and shake of her tail. Sierra made her way to the fridge and pulled open the freezer. Only to be met with ice trays and frozen meats. Frowning a bit, she looked down to her animal companion.

"Looks like we're out, mamas." Closing the door, she made her way to the dining room table. Grabbing her keys from atop a local Moreen's Super Savings ad paper. She took a quick look in the hallway mirror and made a quick 180 to head up the stairs to her bedroom. "I guess I need something to cover up, huh."

Keys jingled in a hurried dance as she moved, sounding along with the calmed patter of the loyal four little paws. Out of the bedroom once she'd grabbed a hoodie, through the hallway, and down the stairs. Sierra slipped her braids into a bun atop her head, adjusting the silk headband that protected her edges.

Turning to the eager little bichon frise at her feet, she squatted to talk to the puppy. Mina. "Mommy will be back, ok? I'll get us some snacks from the store." She chuckled as Mina barked her reply. With a soft head rub, Mina turned away satisfied as she went back to play with her toys.

Locking the door behind her, Sierra made her way to her car. She was craving vanilla wafers and ice cream. The wind was a bit chilly as she got further from the house, picking up just a little. Fall was slowly making its way and she was amped for the holidays to start rolling in.

With a soft close of the car door, her right index finger pressed the start button to bring the car to life. The time on the radio read twenty minutes until ten o'clock which was just enough time for her to make it before the store's closing. Once she'd set the radio to a slow R&B jam, she was on her way.

A quick ten minute ride was all it took to reach the store since traffic was basically non-existent. Weird but not impossible. She pulled into the nearly empty parking lot without a second thought and turned off the car. "Out and in, two minutes." The words were a mumble as they left her lips, more so a reminder that the store would close soon and she needed not to slow poke.

"Welcome to Moreen's Super Savings." A lone cashier spoke to her as soon as she entered. She smiled with a polite greeting in reply before heading off to the frozen section. Her house shoes made little noise as she found the ice cream selection with ease. A glance to her watch showed she had eight minutes until closing. She had to hurry.

"Hi, how are you?" Her southern hospitality showed as she passed a man that occupied the aisle as well. Not really paying attention to any of his details. Her mission was ice cream, not a man. He gave a polite smile and simple reply, looking over to her once he heard her voice. From her quick glance, she could see his hands were empty though he seemed to be looking for a frozen dessert as well.

The moment between them came and went as she began her quick search once again. "Ah-ha." She spoke the small victory, grabbing the last personal sized vanilla blue bell pint. "Now to the cookies and then something for Mina." With a quick stride she went over two aisles to find the large variety of cookies.

Squatting down to look at the vanilla wafers on the bottom shelf, she saw someone standing at the end of the aisle out of her peripheral. She thought nothing of that as well until a weird feeling fell over her. And the figure was still there. Raising a brow, she looked over to where the figured stood. Or where it should've been. No one was there.

"Hmm." She gave a quick hum of confusion as she stood from her current position. With her choice of cookies in hand. Her head turned both ways to see if she was just imagining things and after seeing that no one was really there, she decided she was. A quick shoulder shrug ended the paranoid thought and she went on her way to get her last items. Coming to the end of the aisle, she stopped to look for the overhead sign to direct her to the pet aisle. Moreen's was kind of new to the town and she had only been here a total of three times, including now.

"Household, paper products, pets." She began her lengthy walk across the store, passing three aisles before she noticed that someone was mirroring her from the other end of the aisles. It could be ignored and pushed aside as a coincidence until she stopped to pretend that her sock needed adjusting. Only for the figure at the other end to stop as well. "What the hell?" She stood quickly to see who was the asshole sending her paranoia through the roof. She knew this store gave off weird vibes. Just as she looked up to see his face, the store went dark and its usual cheery pop songs went silent.

Her gasp was caught in her throat as her grip tightened on the old container of ice cream. She didn't even register the thought of it slowly attempting to escape its containment. Those big brown eyes of hers kept looking to the spot where the man had stood before the power cut.

"Shit." A short curse left her lips as the once frozen dessert made a mess of her hand. Giving one last glance to the spot, she slowly stepped backwards towards the registers before hurrying to it. Her eyes darted around the area to make sure she was still alone as she attempted to rid her hands of the sticky sweet. "There is no way they closed this damn store with me still inside. The cashier literally spoke to me when I walked in the door."

The door.

Sierra discarded the paper towel that was little help as she looked to the large glass double doors. Her exit. She almost scolded herself for getting so worked up, letting her fear of being in the dark affect her sense. Putting pep in her step, she made her way to the door with a quickness. A quick tug to the handle was supposed to ease her heart rate but it sent it soaring. Locked? Why in the hell is it locked? Oh no. She was trapped here, in the dark with her paranoia. Her back turned to press against the doors. "I just had to watch those damn scary movies today."

The dark aisles seemed to mock her as she scanned across them as quick as she could from where she stood. The light that came in from the windows of the store front could only reach so far. With a shivering hand, she fumbled to pull her phone from her pockets. "No, no, no!" She whisper yelled, holding the side buttons to try and make the screen come to life. Only to be met with the screen that told her that her phone was dead. "You were just on fifty percent. How the fuck could you be dead?"

A loud thud from her left caught her off guard, causing her to tense up and her phone to fall to the ground with a soft clap. She looked frantically to the direction of the noise as it's echo sent chills over her. "H-Hello?" Her words stuttered out as she slowly bent to pick up your phone. Maybe it's an employee? "I think you guys locked me in by accident.."

Still like a tree planted by the water, she didn't move. No one answered her call but she had an eerie feeling that she wasn't alone. "Come on, girl. You're stronger than this, remember what Dr. Hamina said.. Fears are nothing more than a state of mind. You're ok." Finally pulling her feet from the invisible glue that held them, she took a slow step forward. "There has to be an emergency door around here somewhere."

In the distance, just barely behind a faraway aisle, those four familiar red letters caught her eyes. "Exit." Hope sparked in her mind and she was happy to know there was another way out. The trick now was getting to the other side without being caught by the man that lurked in the shadows.

As if he'd known she'd thought of him, his voice surrounded her like a cloud. "Sierraaa. Don't be afraid of me, beautiful.." A sudden, single light cut on in the center of the aisles. Close enough to the back that she was directly across the supermarket from him. The soft buzz of the light could faintly be heard from where she stood. She squeezed her phone this time to cope with the fear piercing her as she took another step backwards towards the door.

"How do you know my name? W-Who are you?" She couldn't hide her fear if she wanted to. The waver of her voice gave it away and she hated that it. Because he chuckled at her. His back was to her and she could just make out him looking over his shoulder back at her. In an instant, the light cut out and it was darkness again before a different light popped on. This one was closer than the last but she still couldn't make him out fully. It was only his clothes that gave away his identity as the man that she'd spoken to on the ice cream aisle when she'd came in earlier.

"You don't remember me, sweetness?" He pretended to be offended, finally turning to reveal his face before the lights turned off. It popping back on with him closer. "All the nights we spent together during your college years, just as you were finding yourself. The nights we spent together.. in your dreams, sweetness." That name, that voice. That face.

"E-Erik?" His voice suddenly found its place in her mind. In those memories she'd locked away. "You're not real? H-How are you-? How did you-?"

She'd went through a weird patch in her early stages of youth and adulthood. Her grandmother had called it 'spirit soaring'. The gift ran through the women in her family, but she seemed to be the only one who couldn't keep her control of it. The first few times were innocent during her teen years with short trips around the home for just a minute. That soon crept up to her soul venturing around her neighborhood to see what night could bring. Snowballing into a faint obsession.

Her grandmother had warned her plenty times before of the addictions of her lucid dreaming. But she'd assured herself she could control it. Then she'd met Erik, the man of her dreams, literally. He'd resembled an actor she'd adored and that was his bait. Everything was perfect between the two until it would inch closer to her having to leave him. And he didn't like that, he wanted her company full time. He'd began to find ways to prolong her visits with him.

She began to notice that he wasn't under her control like everything else in her dreams. It honestly scared her. His demeanor changed and he became obsessed with her, finding ways to pull her under when she'd fall asleep. Passive aggressive and manipulating were his sudden traits. The last time she'd seen him ended with a scuffle. Scarring his left eye and her getting away by a hair.

"How I found you?" He spoke her thoughts, finally allowing her to see his face. That familiar scar was healed now. Making him look like a monster from some horror film. "I never lost you, sweetness. I've just waited patiently.. watching you from the shadows..." He took a step towards her, taking in the sweet scent of her fear. "Never..out of..reach."

The lights began to flicker and her adrenaline started pumping. Sierra began to rack her mind for an escape. The exit sign. It was the same escape route she'd use in her dreams long ago. Her feet started their movement before it fully registered in her mind. "Just make it to the door."

Erik's laughter filled the air around her, loud and mocking as she kept her quick pace. "You can run, but you can't hide. Escape is inevitable.." His words were chilling to hear. He really wanted her for himself.

The door seemed to be getting further away. Like she was running backwards. Tears began to gloss her eyes as she became weaker. Her legs were getting tired, but she pressed on. Just make it to the door. Still the door grew smaller with every attempt to reach it.

"Nooo!" Her knees hit the ground below her, meeting the cold tile floor. "It can't end like this.. Leave me ALONE!!" She screamed into the darkness. A last effort to fight her attacker.

The air was still once her echos silenced. Her eyes moved around as best they could in the darkness. The light above her popped on and the slow echo of footsteps in the darkness came towards her. She trembled where she sat, trying to crawl to the door as best she could.

Erik emerged from the darkness like a villain and stopped just before her. "When will you learn sweetness? Running will only tire you out.." He squatted before her, bringing a hand to her cheek to rid it of a stray tear. "Stay with me and we can spend this life together. Happily. Forever."

"This moment.." He spoke lowly, eyes glazed with lust. "I have been waiting for this moment for so long, my sweetness, to have you all to myself.." He rolled his shoulders as he hummed. "..And here we are. Alone, at last. Destined to be brought together as one."

Licking his lips, he held a smirk at the corner of his lips. "Isn't this what we once dreamed for? To be together forever?" His smile widened at her drooping eyes as they fought to stay open. "Well, I did. At least."

Her lips tried to speaks but all her energy was being drained. His voice began to sound distorted to her. She didn't want him to win this time. Have to..stay..awake. Darkness.

"Ma'am? Ma'am? Can you hear me?" The voice was far off in the darkness, barely audible. Sierra fought to make out the words on her mind. Please don't let him win. Her body wouldn't listen to her in her struggle. She screamed internally at herself to wake up, wanting whoever was trying to talk to her know that she could hear them. It seemed to take forever. "There you go. Breathe."

She had shot up to a seated position, breathing heavily and looking around to see if he was still there. Her eyes held worry as she was only met with two E.M.T. and a small group of employees in the distance. The female E.M.T gave an assuring smile to ease her nerves, though it didn't help much. Though it did calm her a little to see a friendly face. "An employee found you laying in the aisle, nearly unresponsive. So we're gonna take you to the hospital and make sure everything is okay. Are you alright with that, hunny?"

All Sierra could do was nod, needing to get out of this damned store. She'd never come back here, that was for damned sure. The medical duo eased her onto a stretcher and gave her a water for her throat. Since she hadn't uttered a word since she came to. "We'll do a few check ups in the truck on the way there. You just let me know if anything feels weird suddenly or hurts. Ok..."

Tears blurred Sierra's vision as she was lifted into the ambulance, listening to the distant sounds of the medical personnel that assured that she would be just fine. Her mouth didn't open and their words didn't register as she looked forward. Not directly looking to the group of employees that watched her being taken away, but more so to what was behind them where he stood. He was relaxed as he watched her with a smirk. His words rung off in her head as she noticed him vanish behind the passing of employees heading back inside. "Alone, at last. Destined to brought together as one.." She was stuck with him forever.

[songbirdsingingthings]

Midnight Revelations - Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi

MHA Masterlist - Main Masterlist

WARNINGS: Fluff, Swearing (It’s Bakugou, so, that’s kinda a given)

Requested by @luluwiie​ :

Given your gift for writing, I'm honestly utterly surprised your box is not already full :o but this is my chance ! Kuhuhu * robbing hands *

May I request a Todoroki or Bakugo one shot (Just choose whether you feel more inspired with one, another or both) where they are just sharing some moments with reader, and like, they enjoy their time with Reader and when they come back to their dorms, alone in their bedroom, they just realize how much they care for Reader? Like, more than their close friend and partner in crimes ? Like, more in a pining way? I just love emotional epiphanies 😳❤

Tysm if you do this ! CANT WAIT TO READ YOU MORE ❤❤

- Luluv

A/N: YOU’RE LITERALLY THE SWEETEST ❤❤❤. I had a lot of fun writing this one since Bakugou is such an interesting character, so I hope you enjoy!! (Also, the song “True Love” by P!NK was playing nonstop in my head while writing this.)

Word Count: 1.9K

If it was within his control, Katsuki Bakugou would be fast asleep in his own bed by now. It made sense to him - the sky was completely dark making the stars clearly visible and it was already past 10:30 p.m., so why on earth was he awake? The short and simplest answer yielded the same result; you. How you had wedged yourself in between him and his strict sleep schedule, Bakugou had no idea, so here he was, sat with a grimace on his face as you tried to work out the last math problem on the long homework sheet Ectoplasm had assigned.

“Wait, so when it’s a hyperbola, it’s a²- b² = c²?” You ask, glancing in between the blonde-haired boy sat next to you and the sheet full of conic section equations. Bakugou just looked at you with a mixture of a tired and dumbfounded expression.

“No, idiot, it’s a²+ b² = c² because the standard form uses subtraction. It’s the other way around for ellipses.” He explains gruffly, taking your mechanical pencil and writing down the equation roughly. However, due to the sheer force of his hand on the poor little pencil, the led snapped off. You laughed a little at the outburst that followed shortly after.

“Bakugou, don’t press so hard, the lead is thinner.” You say, taking the pencil from his hand gingerly. He simply scoffs in return.

“Yeah, well, normal pencils don’t do that. Get better ones next time.” He hurumphs, leaning back in his chair and letting his head hang off the back. He remains like this for a few minutes while you scribble down the rest of your equations, ultimately coming to a solution.

“Okay, I think I got it! Is it… (y+5)²/9 - (x - 4)²/25?” With a hesitant voice and a hopeful expression, you push the homework sheet in front of Bakugou to hopefully gain his approval. You wince as he scans your work carefully, raising his eyebrows on certain occasions. Finally, he sets the paper down and slides it back over to you. “Well?” You ask, a little exasperated.

“Yeah, that’s the correct answer.” With a sigh of relief you slumped back into your chair with a smile on your face. However, that only lasted for a few seconds. “Wait, then what the hell were those facial expressions when you were looking at it?” You ask, taking the math sheet and putting it in a folder that was then shoved into your school bag.

“Your handwriting is shit.” Is all Bakugou had to say as he stood up and stretched his arms out. You roll your eyes and glance at the clock.

“Damn, it’s already 11:15.” You murmur, letting one of your hands card through your hair, massaging your head and releasing the tension that was built up by doing several pages of pre-calc. “Thanks, by the way. You didn’t need to stay this late to help me out, so I really appreciate it.” You say, expressing your gratitude to the blonde. Bakugou rubs his eyes before slinging his bag over his shoulder, letting his blazer stay unbuttoned and his tie loose around his neck. You had to admit, his somewhat disheveled look did look quite attractive on him, but if you told him that he would either never let you hear the end of it or get pissed off for commenting on his fashion. He already got enough of that from his parents, apparently. 

“Yeah, I didn’t, and now thanks to you I’m gonna be tired as hell in the morning.” He complains, opening the door to your dorm to exit.

“You know, a cold compress does wonders for eyebags.” You say, a mischievous grin on your face. He narrows his eyes and flips you off. “I enjoyed spending time with you too, Bakugou!” And with that, the door to your dorm was closed.

Katsuki felt like a zombie by the time he got to his own dorm. He didn’t even bother putting his school bag on his desk or arranging his shoes by the door like he usually does. Instead, he just let the brown shoulder bag slump onto the floor as he fumbled to get his shoes off. Why the hell had you made him stay for so long? He finished all of his homework hours before you did, and still, he had to remain stationed at that wooden low table as he had to keep himself busy while you plugged away at your own work. After about an hour, looking through his phone got incredibly boring so he moved on to looking around your room, taking in all of the things that made it up. Of course, he wasn’t doing this to try to get to know you more, he already knew all he needed to… right? But as his eyes raked over the photos and decor of your room, the more glimpses he got into your personal life, so he stopped immediately.

Bakugou did make an effort to change his clothes. Peeling his blazer from his arms and hanging it up haphazardly in his closet along with his white button up. He tugged on a random black shirt and swapped his uniform pants for pajama ones and finally, finally, clambered into his bed. And, although he tried hard to make his brain shut off and just let him enter a dreamless sleep, his mind began to wander. He blamed his delirious nature for letting his neurons take him from place to place, situation to situation, until they finally projected an image of you into his head. It was a simple display of you and a recent one, too. Just Y/N L/N, sat at the little wooden table with her head perched on one of her hands with a stupid mechanical pencil in her hand. Did her hair always kind of frame her face like that? He wondered, scrunching his closed eyes. It didn’t look as horrible today, he supposed. Bakugou let his eyes flutter open, only to see that his digital clock read a clear 12:04 a.m. in electric red. He sighed and let his gaze fall on the ceiling right above him. Why was he thinking of you this late in the evening? And, to his surprise, he realized that he felt much more at home in your dorm room than he did right now, in his own space.

“What the hell…” He muttered, turning on his bedside lamp. His room was shed in a soft light, illuminating only the nearest furniture and himself. If he wasn’t able to go asleep, he sure as hell wouldn’t let this time go to waste. Picking up the book on his shelf that he was most recently into, he flipped through the pages to find his place and started reading again. He would never admit it, but Pride and Prejudice was turning out to be a much better read than expected. Bakugou found the main heroine to be much more likeable than any others he had read about. Her charisma and wit satisfied him where other characters were lacking, and the way she refused to be phased by an arrogant and sometimes brash guy who pushed her buttons constantly… He let the book fall to the ground without so much of a care as realizations flooded his brain. You put up with him. Whenever he was acting rude or was teasing you without relent, you would just simply roll your eyes and fire back. He put up with you, too. All your unreasonable habits, like staying up way too late, he was still by your side. Why?

“I…” Katsuki forced himself to look into the mirror. He saw his reflection to be way out of the norm. His eyes were wide, his posture was perfect, and his cheeks were red. “I like her.” He let the words flow freely from his mouth. With one more glance to the clock by his bedside, he grabbed a hoodie and shoved his head through it while opening his door and heading straight to yours. He knew from all of the prior knowledge on you stored in his brain and the light that shown beneath your door that you were, in fact, still awake. With three soft knocks, your door swung open to reveal you. Clad in soft looking pajama shorts and a flimsy top, your hair was a mess and your eyes were drooping. Bakugou never thought you could look so beautiful.

“Bakugou, it’s way past your bedtime.” You quip, your voice mimicking a doting parent. Bakugou shoved his way past you into your room and began to lightly pace. Your once joking smile fell into a confused frown, your eyes starting to swim with concern. “Seriously, Katsuki, what’s up? You’ve never stayed up this late except for that one time I insisted you did because a once in a lifetime meteor shower was on full display. I mean, you complained about it of course, but I knew you actually liked it because your eyes-”

“Just, shut it!” The blonde finally says. You pull back slightly, surprised at his words. “You write your twos and sevens weird, some of your habits tend to be unproductive, and sometimes I just can not stand you, but I like you.” The two of you are silent for a moment before you take a step towards him.

“You have feelings for me?” You ask, your voice soft like velvet and your eyes twinkling. Despite all of his reservations, his hard exterior and the sneer he always wore melted.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” You shook your head and took another step forward.

“Don’t answer it like you're confirming that I correctly solved a math problem. Answer it like you love me.” Bakugou’s cheeks flamed at your sudden confidence, but he took a step forward so that your bodies were almost touching.

“I love you Y/N.” And with that, a wide grin spread across your face. Your arms wrapped themselves around the blonde’s neck and you leaned into him, your lips meeting his in a searing kiss. It was slow in pace but fierce in passion as he grew more comfortable, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing you closer so that you were flush against his chest. Breathless and red in the face, Bakugou finally pulls back to see your ecstatic face. “Oi, what’s with the face?” He says, flustered.

“Nothing,” you say, going into your bathroom with a little towelette. He raises his eyebrows. “I told you before, a cold compress works wonders for the inevitable eye bags that you will have in the morning, and this is the perfect size.” He huffs in amusement and plucks the towelette from your hands. “Plus, you’ll have to return it to me. It gives you another excuse to hang out with me.” Bakugou finally earns a little confidence and his trademarked smirk spreads across his face.

“I don’t need an excuse to hang out with you. You’ll need my help again on the homework.”

“Always the charmer,” you quip, walking with him so that he was standing in the hallway and you in the doorway. “See ya tomorrow,” you smile, pecking him on the lips.

“See ya, Y/N.” His blush was still prevalent, but his eyebrows narrowed and a scowl replaced the smirk. “And throw out those mechanical pencils, they’re absolute shit.”

“Anything for you, Lover!” You joke, closing the door. Lover, he thinks. He can get used to a nickname like that.