#everything is some pink sky shit given a chance

[yaimlight]

Rating: T

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader / Todoroki Shoto x fem!reader / Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shoto / Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader x Todoroki Shoto

A/N: for Doha. Thank you

Part of the Twos Company, Threes A Crowd series

Katsuki stared out across the vast amount of lush green grass and papyrus plants, the calm blue waters of the river gently lapping at the jetty he was standing on. It was still hot, even though the sun was on its way back down again, beginning to turn the cloudless sky a brilliant mix of reds, oranges and pinks. He had learnt his first day here though that the heat didn’t disappear with the sun, the night’s still a sticky 29 degrees even now in October. It made sleep difficult, especially with three of them in the bed and the only way of cooling down in their glorified shack was an ancient looking fan that just seemed to move the hot sticky air around. He had taken to sleeping in the middle, pressed up against Shoto’s right side and with you against his back, the borrowed quirk making your entire body cold enough that Katsuki hardly felt the heat. So, what if he woke up shivering some mornings, it was better than waking up in a puddle of his own highly flammable sweat. Anyway, he only had one more night of the heat and sweat and bloody bugs to put up with and then you would all be on a plane back home and back to your normal lives.

One more night.

And what a night it was going to be.

“Why are you hiding out here?” The wooden decking creaked under Shoto’s light footsteps, the old wood protesting against the added weight. It held though, the gentle creaking blending in perfectly with the sounds of crickets and bugs along with the ever so slight rustle of a warm and gentle breeze. “I ain’t hiding,” Katsuki sighed, “just thinking is all.” A gentle hum came from behind, closer than before and somehow sounding sceptical of his words. Katsuki was not hiding. He wasn’t. He just needed some time to himself, to make sure that this was what he really wanted for himself and for them. The answer had been the same as it had been every time since the three of you had decided on this stupid and somewhat dangerous plan. That should worry him, how easy it had been to choose you two over everything he had worked so hard for but it didn’t because it had been an easy choice to make and Katsuki was pretty sure if given the chance he would have made the same choice time and time again.

“Nervous?” Shoto asked, his calm and monotone voice now directly behind him. Katsuki could feel the cold radiating out of the other man, the sudden icy chill a welcome feeling on his hot and sticky back. Katsuki would have hugged the other man if he could, pressing up against his colder side and burying his head in the crock of his neck just to get some relief from the damned heat but that sort of behaviour wasn’t tolerated here and Katsuki really didn’t feel like getting chucked into an Egyptian prison for however long it took his lawyers to get him out. “No,” he said truthfully, “ain’t got anything to be nervous about.” It wasn’t a complete lie. In regards to what they were about to do, Katsuki wasn’t nervous at all. No, it was what would happen afterwards, when they got back home that worried him and Katsuki really didn’t like feeling like he wasn’t in control of a situation.

Shoto sighed, stepping in closer. There was a rustle of fabric, his linen shirt being gently moved out the way only to be followed by the shockingly cold press of Shoto’s hand against the small of Katsuki’s back. “Shit,” Katsuki hissed, arching his back away from the touch on instinct. He didn’t demand that Shoto stop though, quickly pressing back into the gentle but confident touch and moaning appreciatively. Long, dexterous fingers danced up his back, the ice covered digits chasing away the pinpricks of heat that had his shirt clinging to him. “Fuck that feels good,” Katsuki groaned, sinking back into the other man and letting the cold seep into his too hot skin. Shoto laughed gently, Katsuki able to feel the low rumble of it at his back. It was nice, just standing watching the sun set with Shoto at his side, the two of them content in the moment and what it meant for them. Shame Shoto couldn’t keep his mouth shut and let things go. “If you are not nervous then why are you scowling at the sun like it has personally offended you?”

Katsuki groaned at the question. He stepped forward, not enough to put a lot of distance between them but enough for Shoto’s hand to slide out from under Katsuki’s shit and fall limply at his side. He didn’t try to step into Katsuki’s space, respecting the distance he had put between them and Katsuki was grateful for that. If they were going to have this conversation now then he couldn’t have Shoto touching him. It was too much of a distraction and Katsuki wanted a clear head for this, hopeful that he wouldn’t mess it all up and ruin what the three of you had fought so hard for.

“Ain’t, you worried?” Katsuki asked, his eyes fixed on the swaying reeds on the other side of the river. “About what?” Katsuki didn’t need to be looking at Shoto to know his head was tilted to the side slightly, his brows furrowed in confusion. Of course he wouldn’t be worried, he probably hadn’t even thought about the consequences of their actions but Katsuki had and though he had no intention of backing out now he couldn’t help that small little slither of worry that nagged at him, making him unable to forget what could happen to them once they got home. “About what’s goanna happen when we get back home?” Katsuki questioned. There was silence, just the gentle sounds of the world around him for a long few seconds and Katsuki thought that he would never get an answer but then there came a sigh, the floorboards creaking again.

Shoto stepped up next to him this time, the two of them standing side by side and looking out over the river. “No,” Shoto said simply, and Katsuki felt his shoulders sag slightly. He had been expecting that and yet he was still strangely disappointed by the answer. He had been hoping to find that his own concerns were mirrored by the other man or that he would at least be able to ease Katsuki’s worries with a few gentle words but instead all he had gotten was a simple one word answer that didn’t really mean anything to Katsuki. It didn’t help him at all, leaving Katsuki feeling a little lost and alone in his worry and that was not a feeling he was used to.

“Why would I be worried with you and Y/N by my side?” Katsuki's head snapped to the side. Shoto was already looking at him, mismatched eyes open and honest. It was a simple concept, even a slightly childish way of looking at their situation but Katsuki could see that Shoto believed in what he was saying, like it didn’t matter what happened as long as the three of them stuck together. Katsuki wished he could see it that way. He did but he had seen what media pressure and public opinion did to the relationships of those that were in the public eye, hell it had even happened to them before. It was never them though, never him and Shoto that took the brunt of it when the public's opinion turned.

It had taken almost a year for your ranking to recover after Endeavor leaked your sealed personnel files and the world learned who and what you had been before being granted a heroes licence. Even then it had still been a struggle and there were still people out there who campaigned for your firing and re-imprisonment, constantly hounding you with their hate and small mindedness. Then there was the whole mess when the three of you had rather publicly been found out, everyone jumping to the conclusions that you were playing them both. Even with the publicity stunt you three had pulled they had still come after you, still treated you like a villain and that was before they had even known you had been one. The point was that history had a habit of repeating itself and though he and Shoto would most likely end up with a fine and a stern telling off you would probably lose your job and as much as Katsuki loved you he wouldn’t want to be the one responsible for taking that away from you. Not after you had worked so hard to prove what you were capable of.

Shoto must have been able to see Katsuki’s worry and fear in his eyes, sighing softly as he tipped his head slowly to one side. Katsuki knew that now was a rubbish time to be falling into a guilt ridden panic like this and he had no intention of getting cold feet and making a run for it but he couldn’t stop the reality of it all sinking in and taking a firm grip on his mind. “We talked about this,” Shoto mumbled, turning his body towards Katsuki instead of awkwardly straining his neck. “I know,” Katsuki huffed in frustration. They had been over this, several times at this point and you were adamant that he was overreacting, insistent that you would be able to withstand whatever the repercussions of your actions were. “This was never the life I was supposed to have,” you had insisted when he had first brought it up, “and I am grateful for every moment I have had as a hero but if the choice was between you and Shoto or a stupid bit of plastic that said I could use my quirk to help people then I would chose the two of you every time.” Katsuki had known you loved him, but listening to you declare it so openly and honestly whilst looking at him like he hung the moon and the stars had almost been too much, making him feel both elated and undeserving of your devotion all at once.

It was the same argument, again and again, and neither of them seemed to be taking it seriously so he had no choice but to be the one left shouldering all the worry and responsibility. It was all well and good making declarations of love and devotion now but what about a year from now? Six months? Hell even six weeks from now when you were jobless and they had lost all their sponsorships and couldn’t afford their bills and everything they had worked so hard for was crumbling away beneath them. What then? What would they do then when that little niggling feeling of regret and resentment started to grow and what had once been love turned into something ugly and angry?

“Stop,” Shoto snapped, pulling Katsuki out of his spiralling thoughts before he really could make an ass of himself and call this whole thing off. He didn’t want that, didn’t regret what they were going to do here today and all he was doing was making things worse for all of them, overthinking and dragging up issues that had already been dealt with. Shit. Maybe he was spending too much time with Deku, the nerd's neurosis starting to rub off on him. “Yeah. Sorry,” he mumbled, lifting a hand up to rub at his eyes. What was wrong with him? He had been acting like a complete moron since the three of you had come up with his hairbrained plan and it was only getting worse.

Cold fingers wrap around his, pulling Katsuki’s hand away from his eyes. Mismatched eyes were already staring back at him when Katsuki blinked his eyes open, not a trace of anger or annoyance in them. Just concern and understanding. “It’s fine,” Shoto said flatly and Katsuki huffed, nodding his head once in a sharp and jerky motion. It didn’t feel fine but then this wasn’t something Katsuki had ever thought he would be doing. When he had been a snot nosed little brat planning out his life this hadn’t been part of his plan, hadn’t even crossed his mind. He hadn’t had the time or the desire to make space in his life for a relationship let alone two of them and yet here he was, his life and heart tangled up with two idiots who he was willing to change his previously ridged and iron clan plan for. Maybe Mina was right, he had gone soft.

They stood there in silence for a few minutes, both of them just staring out across the river and its lush green banks. Everything was so still and calm yet not, the air alive with the sounds of birds and crickets and the rustle of reeds in the ever so slight breeze. “Things will be difficult for a while.” Katsuki’s eyes darted to the side at the sudden words from Shoto but he was still focused on the horizon before them, never once looking at Katsuki as he spoke in the same flat and monotone voice as always. “We all know the risks and no one more so than Y/N. Yes, people will judge us but when have you ever cared what other people think?” He turned to look at Katsuki then, his mismatched eyes clear and piercing as he stared down at him.

Katsuki stared back at him, the other man's words sinking in slowly. Shoto was right, Katsuki never had cared about what other people thought before. They were extras, background characters in his, their, story. Katsuki never had put any stock in what others thought and he shouldn’t, not really because they just didn’t matter. As long as the three of them were happy that should be all that mattered, right? Their friends and family accepted them, well the ones that mattered anyway and that should be the end of it but this was different. It was one thing to publicly commit to a polyamorous relationship it was a completely different and somewhat illegal thing to run off to a foreign country and get married. God, the old hag was going to kill him when she found out.

“I don’t,” Katsuki insisted, a slight edge of desperation to his voice. “I just,” Katsuki paused, eyes flickering to the side and the two men stood inside the cotton draped gazebo behind them, not wanting them to hear their conversation. They seemed to be deep in conversation themselves, neither of them paying him or Shoto any attention. “I don’t want this to ruin us Sho,” Katsuki finally whispered, that stupid nickname slipping out without Katsuki even meaning to. Shoto smiled, soft and reassuring as he looked at Katsuki like he was an adorable idiot. He wasn’t either of those things and Katsuki found himself scowling at the other man.

“The only thing this is going to ruin is your reputation, especially when people find out you are the one getting emotional,” Shoto deadpanned. “Fuck off,” Katsuki grumbled, shoving the other man away from. Shoto laughed, the sound light and playful and Katsuki couldn’t help but smile back, the tension in his chest easing slightly. He really was being an idiot, wasn’t he. The three of them had gone through so much throughout their lives and they had overcome every obstacle and hardship that had been thrown at them so why would this be any different? As cliche and sappy as it sounds they did have each other, an unstoppable force in the face of all the bullshit the world had to offer and all the bullshit Katsuki was currently trying to make them suffer through.

Sighing, Katsuki turned back to look at the river, letting the silence stretch out between them. Maybe it is his own inadequacies. Maybe he’s still stuck in his and Shoto’s old kitchen feeling lost and unworthy as you open up your bruised and battered heart to them. Maybe he’s just an idiot getting cold feet before making one of the biggest decisions of his life. Whatever it is his fear is real though, the worry that one day you or Shoto will wake up and realise that this thing between the three of you just wasn’t worth it, that he wasn’t worth it. Shoto was right, there would be backlash for this that none of you would be able to escape it but that didn’t change the fact that this was going to make him really fucking happy and that should be enough, shouldn’t it? The three of you happy and together, bound in a way that he had never thought would be possible. God, Shoto was right about that too, Katsuki was being the emotional one. Their publicist would have a field day if he ever found out.

“Idiot,” Katsuki finally mumbled, breaking the peaceful silence between them and nudging the other man with his shoulder. “Ummmm,” Shoto hummed softly, the sound almost lost in the gentle rustle of wind through the tall grass. Katsuki turned his head to look at him, sucking in a breath as he finally took in the man standing next to him. He looked stunning, what with the reds and yellows of the sunset behind him and highlighting his deceptively delicate features. His hair had been braided on either side of his hair, the red and white strands twisted together into a bun at the back with a few loose strands hanging down by his eyes and fluttering in the breeze. His outfit was the same as Katsuki’s, a loose fit white linen shirt with loose cream slacks and tan loafers. He looked like he had just walked off the cover of some shit romance novel and Katsuki hated the fact that it was kind of doing it for him. Katsuki hadn’t been too happy about the horribly casual outfits but now he was glad you had won that argument. He couldn’t imagine how hot he would have been if he had worn the three piece suit that he had originally wanted to.

Shoto turned to look at him, smiling softly at the blonde and he couldn’t help but smile back. “Your idiot,” Shoto said, nudging Katsuki back with his shoulder. Katsuki liked the sound of that, of Shoto being his, the both of you actually and soon enough that would be true. They would have a little bit of paper that tied the three of you together legally. Well, he and Shoto to you anyway and only legal in a handful of places. It was a start though and as soon as they found somewhere that allowed it he would be the first one to drag Shoto in front of whatever religion toting priest, rabbi or Sharman that was willing to do it. “Yeah, you are,” Katsuki stated, watching Shoto’s smile get just that little bit bigger.

Movement out the corner of his eye had Katsuki’s head snapping to the side, just in time to see a small boat rounding the corner of the river, the wooden vessel gliding effortlessly across the calm waters. “Show time,” Katsuki said, nodding towards the approaching boat, his heart fluttering and he licked nervously at his dry lips. Shoto’s head instantly snapped round, mismatched eyes practically sparkling as they watched the thing inch closer. Taking a deep breath Katsuki stood up straighter, readying himself for what was to come. He was a mix of conflicting emotions, both nervous and excited for what they were about to do and growing increasingly impatient now that you were so close.

“Come on,” Katsuki grabbed Shoto’s wrist as he turned, pulling him behind him as he made his way back down the jetty and towards the two men waiting for them inside the gazebo. It was all pleasant smiles and encouraging words as the registrar got them into position, Katsuki and Shoto on either side of the makeshift aisle that the attendant was quickly marking out with a scattering of white and pink rose petals. He was talking, probably reminding them of how the ceremony would go but Katsuki wasn’t listening. Instead he was staring intently at the petals and fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt.

Katsuki didn’t get nervous, not ever but he had to admit that what he was feeling now came pretty damned close. His palms were starting to sweat, his heart rate picking up and there was a weird fluttering in his stomach that had him questioning his breakfast choice that morning. He was excited and anxious, all his worries and fears for the future rearing their ugly heads again. What if this all blows up in their faces? What if when all was said and done and the dust had settled the very thing that was supposed to bring you closer ended up driving you further apart? There were so many things that could go wrong for the three of you and Katsuki wasn’t sure he was ready to deal with the fall out.

A cold hand grabbed hold of his, squeezing gently and pulling Katsuki away from his spiralling thoughts. He looked up from where he had been staring unseeingly at the rose petals to find Shoto smiling reassuringly at him. His grip tightened slightly on Katsuki’s hand and the blonde let go of the breath he hadn’t known he had been holding. The other man grounded him, keeping him in the moment and reminding him why he was doing this. Reminding him why he wouldn’t regret those two little words that he had been dreaming of saying since they had decided on this.

There came the sound of waves lapping at wood followed by the dull thud of something hitting the jetty. Katsuki’s breath seemed to catch in his throat, his heart falling silent as he listened for that first tentative step. There was a creak of wood, the sharp click of heels and they both turned to look at the women who had stepped out onto the jetty.

You were beautiful.

It was the first time either of them had seen you in your dress, the underlayer a light cream with a white leaf embossed lace over the top. It had a plunging neckline with wide straps and a belt holding the many layers of fabric together at your waist. With the golden loral sat atop your head, glinting in the dimming sunlight it made you look like a goddess, long forgotten and yet still stunningly powerful. You stood smiling at them, clutching a simple bouquet of papyrus grass, pink lotus and their leaves and Katsuki couldn’t bring himself to look away. Vaguely he was aware of the flash and click of a camera going off but it did nothing to distract him from the moment. So this was what Eijiro had meant when he and Pinkie got married. The world really did move in slow motion that first time you got to see the person you loved at the end of the aisle.

“You ready?” Shot whispered from beside him. It broke the moment, everything seeming to speed up around them to catch up to reality. Katsuki shifted his hand, lacing his and Shoto’s fingers together. “Yeah,” Katsuki said, “I’m ready.” Katsuki was ready for whatever the world would throw their way, ready to take that next step with you and Shoto. Katsuki loved you, the both of you and he could think of no one else he would want to spend the rest of his life with.

Until death did you part.

[strawberry38]

women are undereducated for what happens around them

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2018/dec/06/men-underestimate-level-of-sexual-harassment-against-women-survey

It’s majorly because some people would think the world is full of ready-angels to connect with. And men also lead our mind-process (media and shit) and easily turn to gashlighting tactics. This antiwoman tendences, (where do they come from?) is ready set by men like for ages so now they have no hand no more in doing extra work to set the harmful behavior completely normalized. A girl can go out to a new world completely unaware of the set attitudes just simply on the fact (”face” corrected) what type of chromosome they carry. I think the poor, well set, stoneset attitudes needed to be voiced somewhere, somehow, between any type of creature set by the freakish, malicious, sadistic and fairly aphatetic dominant one .

Sometimes a girl person won’t be sure that what has been was actually a harrasment, but she could have been felt unsafe and uncomfortable, dismissed, etc. Because they wouldn’t be well enlightened to such behaviour, just because such type of abominable culture is only suited to be kept within men in the dark.

Just by only following a single girl on a street is already a harassment (can lead to that or is on the road but whatever, just get effed alright).

It’s only fair to create some form of system to detect this sneakish, irresponsible, immature, dishonorable behavior within men. Similar to how facebook segregates any conversation set by strangers vs your real conversation with ones you certainly have some experienceor willingness to get involved with.  Or how you don’t make anyone enter a country,, Jyutrr becAussee Duh, you make them a legal tourist or eff them right off if they do stuff fishy.

[bestiesenpai]

firsts with Gojo Satoru

Every day I’m reminded that Gojo is 6.3ft and every day I remind myself that I could still slap the shit out of him and I wouldn’t even have to reach that high. That is what brings me inner peace.

First meeting

It’s not often that the Gojo Satoru is tasked with cleaning up curses of any grade less than level 1, but sometimes while he was casually out and about he would see a few and handle them with no issue

Like the cluster of fly heads going through the street, harassing people

It takes him no time at all to get to them, a few long strides and he’s there

With a swipe of his hand, the curses are expelled, gone from the world and no longer causing havoc

“What were those things?” A curious voice asks off to the side. Lowering his sunglasses, Satoru turns to the person looking at where the curses had just been.

“What things?” He feigns ignorance and it makes you snort.

“Those flying things you just got rid of. I was watching them for a while, they were pretty annoying.” While you’re talking, Satoru is sizing you up. He can sense just a tiny bit of cursed energy coming from you, not enough to be of any use except for the ability to see curses.

Worrying his lip, Satoru debated on how much he should tell you, if anything at all. He thought you were cute, so maybe he could tell you a little bit and then lead it into another conversation...maybe get your number.

“Are you okay?” Suddenly you’re closer to him than you were before. In all his going back and forth he’d failed to see you take a few steps closer and peer at him, that curious look back in your eyes. “Try not to think too hard, mister, I wouldn’t want your pretty face to get all wrinkled now.”

Satoru actually laughs at that, his chest nearly bumping into you with how close you two are now. He even bends a little at the waist, completely caught off guard by how you, a perfect stranger, have just spoken to him.

“Ya know, that’s not the usual response I get from people.” Fixing his glasses on his head, Satoru fixes you with a smirk he knows people swoon over. “And my name’s not ‘mister��. It’s Satoru, Gojo Satoru.”

“Okay.” His smirk wavers just slightly when he realizes you’re not exactly falling into his arms, just nodding and then you’re pointing to the sky where the fly heads had been. “So Gojo, what were those things?”

First hangout

Gojo does end up telling you the truth about the flyheads and you take it better than he was expecting

He was quick to get your first and last name, maybe you were from a family of sorcerers...but you weren’t. Just a normal person who saw him expel some curses

The conversation quickly ends after he’s done explaining it to you, much to his chagrin. He’d laid on the charm thick, hoping you’d ask for his number or for an opportunity for him to ask, but none came

When he was done telling you about the curses, you gave him a brief pat on the arm, thanked him and went about your day

There was a soft smile on your face as you walked away, and the feeling of your hand still lingered on his arm

Gojo wanted to see you again, but he knew he might never

“Oh, hello Gojo.” Your voice pops up again in an unexpected place, the candy section of a local convenience store near the train station he’d just exited.

“Huh?” He turns, surprised to see you and surprised that you addressed him so casually. It was indeed you, the person he’d seen before and wanted to get to know better.

“Hm, is it not you? I don’t know anyone else that tall with white hair.” Scratching your cheek, you give him a once over.

“It is me.” He’s quick to answer before you apologize and walk away.

“Ha, knew it.” A sly grin comes on your face and Satoru grins in return, his chest tightening a little bit. Rocking on your heels, you gesture to the candy in front of you. “What’s your poison?”

“Everything.” Snorting, Satoru looks at the candy briefly, eyes scanning on all the ones he’s tried.

“Ouch, sounds like a serious sweet tooth.” Chuckling to yourself, you reach out and grab a bag of sour gummies. “These are my favorite, have you tried them?” He has and he kind of hates them, but he picks up a bag anyway and pretends to read it over.

“No, I haven’t. They’re your favorite, you say?” You nod and he holds them more securely in his hand. “Alright, I’ll get them. And this.” Snatching up a chocolate bar he knows he actually likes, Satoru walks with you to the checker and puts his items on top of yours. “I’ll pay.”

You don’t fight him on paying, thanking him with a smile and another pat on his arm. As you walk out of the shop, Satoru nearly puts his arm around your shoulder. It feels like the two of you are on a casual snack run together before going somewhere to watch a movie or something. Even though you’re a stranger, Satoru feels like you already belong together.

“Well, it was nice seeing you again.” You say, snapping him out of his delusion. “What are your plans for the day?” It’s a wonderful day in a suburb of Tokyo, near the place you’d first met. The sun is beaming but not too hot, there’s fluffy white clouds scattered around the sky and a light breeze.

“Nothing, honestly.” Shrugging his shoulder, Satoru looks up and down the street. Honestly, he did have something to do, he was supposed to meet Ijichi for a little meeting with a few other people. But if he was being honest, he’d gladly be late or even skip it entirely if it meant talking to you more.

“Really? Well if you’re into them, there’s a really good cafe just around the corner. I think you’d like it.” Oh shit, were you asking to hang out with him? Or was this more of a date? Watching you take out your phone, Satoru is confused when you pull up a GPS. “If you want, I’ll send you the address.”

Wait...what? Looking at you with clear confusion on his face, Satoru points down the street.

“Let’s go there together, since we’re already here.” Your eyes widen a fraction of an inch, but Satoru can easily see the miniscule way your face changes. Putting your phone away, you take a step down the street.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Once at the cafe, Satoru feels in heaven. It’s a space made for intimate conversations with closed off booths lining the walls and the rich dark colors decorating the space. It feels almost like a lounge instead of a cafe, but when he sees the menu and there’s no alcohol, he’s reminded of what it is.

“I like to get an earl gray and some macarons.” You tell him as you stand by the counter, looking up at the menu.

“I’m going to get that super chocolate cake.”

“That’s so much chocolate!” Chuckling, you walk up to the waiting cashier, wallet already out. “Go ahead and order, Gojo, I’ll pay.”

You don’t end up paying, actually. Gojo quickly plucked your wallet from your hands and put his money down instead. It wasn’t that he was trying to impress you by paying for everything, but he kind of was. He wanted you to know he was dependable.

Sliding into a booth, he can feel your knees knocking together, legs sliding between one another as you get comfortable. With the light from the window illuminating you, Satoru wished he could take a picture of you.

“Let me know how you like it.” Taking a sip of your tea, you watch him expectantly. Not one to disappoint an audience, Satoru takes a bite of the cake and lets out a pleased hum.

“(Y/N), this is great.” He practically moans, eagerly taking another bite.

“Knew you would like it.” You’ve got a silly smile spreading your cheeks wide, and Satoru lifts his hand up, wanting to pinch your cheek.

“You’ve got good taste.” He says instead, putting his elbow on the table to cover up his attempt at trying to touch your face. “I really like it here.”

You’re a very big reason why he likes it there.

First date

Gojo makes sure to get your number after that, he refuses to miss an opportunity like that

He can’t risk the possibility of just ‘maybe’ running into you again, he needs to insert himself into your life more than just chance run-ins

Gojo is a great texter, you’ll learn that quickly. He messages you back promptly, having riveting conversations with each other and sometimes calling on the phone as well

Whenever his phone goes off and it’s not you he automatically deflates, and has on more than one occasion answered the phone and opened up the conversation with ‘you’re not (Y/N), but I guess I have time to talk’ with a big dramatic sigh after

He asks you out the second he has a free day, just begging and hoping you’re also available

And with his oh so good luck, you are!

“How’d I know you’d pick an arcade?” You chuckle as you approach his waiting figure outside the building. Satoru is dressed nicely, but not too much. A smart bomber jacket with a plain black shirt underneath and jeans, not overdressed but more put together than his everyday look. And of course, his signature glasses.

“I have to show you I’m the best at everything.” Opening the door for you, he’s eager to get started on playing some games. “(Y/N), wander around and see what you wanna do first, I’ll exchange some money.”

“Okay.” You’ve given up on trying to pay for things when Satoru is around, he will adamantly refuse. Wandering around the arcade floor between the different machines, your eyes settle on a claw machine, a cute Pikachu plush just sitting there waiting for you.

“Gojo.” You’re bouncing on your heels watching him exchange money, and as soon as he collects all the coins you grab him by the hand and bring him to the claw machine. A light pink tinge paints his cheeks and he doesn’t look away from your hands connected together until you let go and tap on the glass. “Look at this plush! It needs me.”

“Here, try for it.” Putting a generous amount of coins in the machine, Satoru stands next to you and watches as you try to pick it up with the claw several times but fail. The plush doesn’t move at all with any of your attempts, making a frustrated whine leave the back of your throat.

“Pikachu, I love you.” You say, dramatically putting a hand on your heart and looking at the plush.

“Let me try, I’ll get it.” Confidently stepping up to the controller, Satoru smirks and taps the glass. “I’ll get the little guy real easy.”

“Mhmm, whatever you say.” Rolling your eyes, you stand close to him, eyes watching keenly as the claw moves. Grabbing onto the plush, Satoru manages to move it a good few inches towards the opening. “Satoru!” You gasp, grabbing onto his arm as he moves the plush again and it nearly falls in. His cheeks tinge a little when you say his first name.

“Told you.” He could feel himself getting distracted with the way both of your hands are now clinging to his arm, practically hugging it to your body. It only takes two more tries before the plush falls into the opening and the machine lets out a victory noise.

“Awesome!” You’re so excited that you jump a little bit in joy and actually do hug his arm tightly before letting go. Putting the plush in your hands, Satoru watches as you cutely squish it with your hands and smile.

“What other plush do you want? I’ll win them all.”

He did indeed win all the plushies and toys you wanted. He always let you try first, wanting to see if you could do it on your own, but more often than not he proved the title ‘best at everything’ wasn’t just for show.

Moving on from the claw games, you played the other arcade games around. Mario kart, random rhythm games and even scary shooters, Satoru played them all with you. Sometimes he let you win, other times he completely destroyed you. And when something scared you, he was always there to put an arm around your shoulder and protect you.

First confession

You spend far too many hours in the arcade, playing game after game and accumulating an obscene amount of claw game prizes

Gojo doesn’t joke around damnit!

He also forces Ijichi to come and drive you home lol and he sits in the backseat with you, holding your hand and playing with your fingers while you make friendly conversation with Ijichi

Carrying the bag full of plushies to your door, Gojo sets them in the threshold of your apartment before looking back at you

The open door is like a void just begging for Satoru to step into. The soft overhead light you’d flicked on was enough to illuminate a little more of your apartment, and from what Satoru could see it was nicely decorated and smelled like flowers.

“I had a lot of fun tonight.” Biting your lip, you look at him for just a moment before looking away again, rocking back and forth on your feet bashfully.

“I did too.” Satoru means it, he’s already planning the next date in his head and the best way to shove his responsibilities onto others so his schedule opens up. Grabbing your hand, he laces your fingers together and holds it up to his chest. “I hope I can see you again soon. I really like you (Y/N).”

“I like you a lot too.” You’re too embarrassed to say anything more, continuing to bite your lip and letting Satoru squeeze your hand. Slowly, the two of you shuffle closer to each other, and Satoru brushes the tips of his fingers along your face, subtly tilting it up so he can kiss you.

Just as he gets close enough to feel your breath, a sharp baby's cry sounds from the apartment next to yours and it makes you jump. There’s shuffling inside and then the door is thrown open and a tired looking man in old sweats comes running out.

“Oh, hi (Y/N)!”

“Hi Mr. Yoo. What’re you doing out?” Turning to him, you try to play off the fact that you were just caught almost kissing in front of your door.

“I realized we’re all out of diapers! I have to go get some stat.” He barely pays Satoru any attention, quickly rushing off with a brief goodbye.

Now the moment had been ruined, you were too far now and you’d pulled your hands away when the door was opened. Stepping into your apartment, you give a lingering look at Satoru’s lips before meeting his eyes.

“Text me when you get home.” You say, and with a soft goodbye you close the door and Satoru leaves.

First kiss

Getting blue balled by a baby was definitely not in Gojos five year plan

He literally can’t wait until you see each other again, he’s obsessing about kissing you

Applies lip balm like it’s the only thing keeping him alive, the man would rather swallow a jean jacket than have you kiss dry lips

Any amount of time apart from you is painful and it’s only made worse when his schedule becomes full, too tightly packed to move anything around

He’s keeping up with you through text and calls but it’s not enough for him, and he lets you know almost every time you call that he wants to be with you, be able to physically touch you and see you

When there’s a little festival in Tokyo and Nobara and Itadori are begging to go, Gojo uses it as a chance to see you again

“Hi everyone!” You’re very excited to meet Satoru’s students. He hadn’t told you he was a teacher, all he said was he exorcised curses.

“Hi!” Itadori is excited to meet you, Nobara is excited to see who’s been taking up all of her teacher's time and Fushiguro is just there, curious about you but too aloof to ask any questions.

“So I take it Satoru teaches you guys how to get rid of those curses and stuff, huh?” Your question floored them, and even Fushiguro was looking at you with wide eyes.

“(Y/N) can see curses.” Satoru steps in, putting an arm around your shoulders.

“Yeah, I guess I can see a little bit of cursed energy.” Nobara mutters. Truthfully, they were all too busy asking you questions and looking at how pretty you were to notice cursed energy.

“You guys are really brave! Some of those curses are really scary.” Shivering as you recall one you’d seen recently(and texted Satoru about), you point toward the festival stalls. “But you guys probably don’t wanna talk about work, huh? Let’s go get some food, I’ll pay.”

“Sorry (Y/N), we’re under strict orders not to accept your money.” Making an X with his arms, he and Nobara shook their heads.

“Satoru!” Slapping his chest playfully, you start to walk through the festival. “Let me pay for something, you’re gonna go broke at this rate!”

“Nope, not happening.” Keeping you close to him, Satoru makes sure you don’t pay for a single thing. He’d purposefully brought a lot of cash to this knowing that the kids would go absolutely crazy - and that he wanted to spoil you some more to make up for his absence.

As the night progresses, the students get more and more distant. Satoru had briefed them on the way that it was purely a date between you and him and that they were just tagging along and not to stick around for too long.

“This snow ice is so good!” At a more secluded spot at the festival, you and Satoru find a bench to sit at and enjoy the frozen treat he’d bought.

“Feed me.” Opening his mouth, Satoru sticks his tongue out obnoxiously while waiting for you.

“You’re gonna drool on yourself.” You laugh, quickly scooping some up and putting it in his mouth. Holding your hand, Satoru lets the ice fully dissolve before pulling the spoon out. He wants to make a teasing sexual comment, but a loud boom sounds in the sky before he can.

“Fireworks.” He whispers, looking up at the sky as it’s illuminated with bright flashes of light. You let out a noise in awe of the display, and Satoru is suddenly staring right at you. Looking at the way your eyes reflect the light, he can’t stop himself from leaning forward.

“Sa-” Turning your head at the same time he’s about to kiss your cheek, your lips connect. You gasp, and if Satoru hadn’t also been holding onto the snow ice it would have fallen from your hand.

He doesn’t miss an opportunity though, pressing firmly on your lips and tilting his head a little. Your eyes flutter closed, and you pull away for a brief moment to lick your lips before going back in. The sound of fireworks continue to boom above you, continuing to flash light across your closed eyes. It all adds to the experience of kissing Satoru.

“You taste so sweet.” He says when you pull away to breathe, keeping his face close enough that he can rub his nose against yours.

“Shut up.” Satoru can practically feel the heat radiating off your face and it makes him chuckle. Giving you another kiss, he pulls away when the fireworks stop going off. The smile you have on your face warms his heart, his cheeks a light red color to show for it.

“Looks like we’ll need more ice.” Holding up the melting treat, a little pout settles on your lips and Satoru audibly coos.

“I’ll be right back.” Shooting up from the bench, he nearly runs to the stall, already hurting from being apart and eager to get back to you.

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Boys Ain’t Shit- SAYGRACE

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It was a full night of partying. The golden rays of sunshine coming out and making people head home before the sun actually made it fully in the sky. But you were so used to watching the sunrise on your way home it felt like a friend walking along with you and making sure you got safely to your door.

When you turned on your street you saw a crumpled figure by your door, peach colored roses next to them. As you got closer you nearly threw up, seeing your ex boyfriend asleep at the front door. His pink leather jacket wrapped around him like a blanket. When you made it to teh door he stirred, seeming to realize that he wasn’t alone.

“Butterfly?” the silly nickname he had for you slipping out of his lips and just making the gin and tonic you had been drinking all night turn again in your stomach, “It’s morning.” he seemed confused by this. He was pushing himself to his feet, looking at you concerned, it had been a hell of a night.

“I need to sleep, Axl. I can't fight with you this late.” you muttered, fumbling with your keys. He took them from you, fitting it in the lock and pushing the door open for you. You groaned, kicking off your shoes by the door and heading to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Axl was moving around you, cutting the stems of the flowers and filling a vase you had forgotten you had. He moved into your bedroom, despite it being weeks since he had been in there and put the flowers on the night stand on your side of the bed. As he busies himself doing things you didn’t ask him to do, you washed the makeup off your face, pop two aspirin and start undressing, changing into the peach colored nightgown with the pearl buttons.

“Do you mind if I stay here and we can talk when you wake up?” he asked, hands in his jeans pocket. You shrugged your shoulders climbing into the bed. As he came closer you shook your head at him.

“Couch.” you pointed, the rejected look he had on his face gave you some satisfaction. With a groan of despair and a promise you whispered to yourself to cut back on drinking you fell asleep.

When you woke up the sun had gone from its highest point to starting to begin its descent. It had to be around 3pm.

You stretched across the bed, yawning and then freezing as you saw the flowers on your nightstand table. So it wasn’t a dream. Axl was somewhere in the apartment right now.

Axl, your ex boyfriend who treated you like you were a groupie on the best of nights. The man who had shown you that over the top heartbreak in movies was actually a real thing that he had no problem making you feel. The first man who had really given you a glimpse of what could be and all the dark sides that could come along with it.

Your bare feet hit the hardwood floor as you move with purpose to the living room. You needed to address why he was here and get down to the bottom of everything. Ignoring him would just give him more reason to stick around.

His strawberry blonde hair looked messy as it tangled from the couch you had made him sleep on. The throw blanket he was using left more exposed than it covered. It would be cute if you weren’t still reeling from the breakup.

The one where he laughed in your face like he was better than you. The one where he made you feel lower than you had ever felt in your entire life. The one you still went out to drink to forget every night you could.

Your foot hit the couch and he looked disoriented for a second until you kicked the piece of furniture again. Crossing your arms you looked at him with a glare of disdain etched on your face. He was wiping his face, sitting up and blinking several times to try and wake himself up and understand what was going on.

“You have five minutes to explain what is going on before I kick you out of the house.” you said this in an even tone of voice, staying calm to not give too much of yourself away. Axl’s mouth opened and closed.

“I came to ask for you to give me another chance.” Your eyebrows raised so high you were sure they were going to pack bags and run away off your face. “I made a mistake ever letting you go, Y/N. I see it now and I need you to be back in my life.” You let out a harsh laugh, shaking your head and walking away from him.

This was way too much to deal with without having a cup of coffee first. You started programing the machine before turning, shocked that he was right behind you in the kitchen. The way he was looking at you like a lost puppy made you even angrier.

“After everything you don’t have the decency to say you’re sorry first. You come into my home and tell me that you want me back.” you shook your head reaching for your cigarettes. You needed something to steady your nerves against him, “Really, Axl. After everything you did you thought you could show up with some pretty flowers and you’d just sweep me off my feet and have me come back to you? Are you that used to getting your way?” he grimaced as you shook your head moving back to make your coffee. Head shaking in annoyance.

“I’m sorry for everything. I really am.” he was begging you, you could hear that tone in his voice and the way he sounded made you want to comfort him. It was like you had been trained to always take care of him. You were fighting your nature to put yourself first for once in life.

The coffee machine beeped and you were pouring yourself a cup. Not even bothering with cream or sugar, or even blowing on it before sipping the scolding hot liquid.

“If you want me back you need to earn it.” You were disappointed in yourself for even entertaining this idea. But you did care for him. Even with all the stupid things he did you knew that Axl used his emotional turbluence as a cooping mechanism for the life he had. Plus you saw the sparkle in his eyes when you mentioned you’d give him a chance and you still liked seeing that you could make him happy.

“I’ll do anything.” And you watched him, sure that for the first few weeks he would be this dream boyfriend that you had always wanted but a part of you knew that would fade and he wouldn’t be able to keep it up .

You would be trapped in this cycle of golden mornings with flowers followed by weeks of flames consuming you from the hell he put you through. BUt you weren’t strong enough to break the cycle yet.

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What You Can’t See

Summary: Bucky doesn’t understand how you could think were were just a one night stand. 

Warnings: Non-con/Dubcon, dark yandere Bucky, stalking. 

Word Count: 3.3k

AN: So a few months ago the lovely and incredibly talented @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ gave me the title prompt ‘What You Can’t See’ and I’ve only just gotten around to writing it. This was also a request from my lovely purple and black love heart nonny who has disappeared recently, but I hope you enjoy. The prompt will be in bold. 

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Your thighs ache in the best possible way as you gingerly slip from the bed, careful not to disturb the man still between the sheets. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep but he had been insatiable last night and you had been more than willing to let him use you until you lost consciousness. But now with the sun streaming in through the blinds, your mind was of a different volition. Now it was time to go. 

You spared him one last glance as you crept towards his bedroom door and the desire to take a photo almost overpowered you. He looked so serene as he slept, his long brown hair tousled over the pillow and his body lacking any trace of the ruminating thoughts you knew he had carried around all night. A small part of you wanted to climb back into bed with him but you knew that’s not what this was, and it would be better for everyone if you saved yourself from the morning-after embarrassment. So you made your way out of his small apartment and out onto the bustling streets of Brooklyn, vowing to yourself that you wouldn’t become one of those girls obsessed with some guy they slept with once.

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Bucky awoke slowly. It had been by far the best night’s sleep he had had in over seventy years. A smile was on his face as he reached consciousness and remembered the feel of your body underneath his. It had been better than he had ever expected even if it hadn’t happened quite the way he had been planning. Bumping into you at the bar Sam had dragged him to had been a complete coincidence but he wasn’t going to complain. He felt a stir between his thighs as he remembered the way you had felt wrapped around his cock as he had you in the bathroom of the dingy bar and then again and again back at his place. 

His hands trailed along the bed as he searched for your body, desperate to hear your moans of pleasure once more before he had to head into the tower. Mentally he was cursing Maria for calling a mission briefing on the weekend but he knew if he didn’t go they would expect the worst. Bucky’s smile soon fell off his face as his hands continued to search, only to find cold sheets. His eyes flew open and to his dismay, you had gone. 

Immediately he threw back the sheets and got out of bed, not even bothering to pull on some clothes as he searched his apartment. He was desperately wishing that you had just gotten out of bed to go to the bathroom, or better yet he would find you in the kitchen wearing nothing but his shirt as you whipped up some breakfast. He stupidly hoped that you would be making those pancakes he had seen you make a week ago when a friend had come over. He knew that if given the opportunity he would be very creative with the whipped cream you had coated your pancakes with. 

Even though a small part of him had known as soon as he woke up that you were gone, his heart still ached as he entered the empty kitchen. Why had you left? He knew it definitely wasn't because you hadn’t had a good time last night. He had lost count of how many times you had cum before he dared focus on himself. So why the fuck had you left? 

And what was he meant to do with his raging hard on now? Going back to using his hand after last night seemed like the worst trade off in the world. 

He let out a sigh of annoyance before heading to the shower, waiting the briefing to be over already. The scalding hot water dripped down his body as he fisted his cock, dreaming up images of what he’d do when he rocked up at your apartment that night.

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The sky was darkening, the golden streaks of sunset slowly disappearing and turning into a twinkling twilight when Bucky finally made it to your apartment. The briefing had lasted hours and then he hadn’t been able to come up with a good enough excuse to get out of training with Sam afterwards. Even though over the months the Birdman had started to grow on him, his constant teasing throughout the day about where Bucky had disappeared off to the night before was getting on his nerves. He didn’t want Sam making such lewd assumptions about you.  Not that they weren’t entirely correct. 

He was glad that he had briefly stolen your keys to make his own copy a month ago. It made getting into your building much easier. The large pastry filled box was slightly awkward to carry as he climbed the numerous flights of stairs towards you since the elevator was out of order, just like it had been for the last few months. He cursed your landlord for not giving a shit about the people living in his building but he reconciled it with the fact that soon he would take you far away from here. Soon everything would be different. 

His fist rapped on your door and he tried to wait as patiently as he could for you to open it. He had no qualms about using his own set of keys to get into your apartment but he figured he should at least try and do this normally. 

When the door finally cracked open Bucky could hear your gasp as you recognised him beyond the chain. ‘B-Bucky? What… What are you doing here?’ You seemed lost and confused and Bucky wanted to take those feelings away immediately. He knew that he would be able to help you. 

‘Well I had planned on taking you out to breakfast this morning but you kind of ran out on me before I got this chance, so I figured I would bring breakfast to you.’ He held up the mint green cardboard box from BreadClub so you could see the pastries inside. 

If you seemed shocked before, now you were doubly so. ‘But… how did you know where I live?’

Bucky forced himself to laugh when in reality all he wanted to do was break down your door so he could hold you. ‘Doll, I’m an Avenger. It’s not that hard to do a background check.’ 

‘Oh… right yeah I forgot about that. But still… what are you doing here?’

‘I just told you. I wanted to bring you some breakfast.’ His patience was starting to wean as you continued to keep the door between you. 

‘Yeah, I got that. But what are you doing here? Don't you have somewhere else to be? Some Earth-ending event to stop?’ Your brows were furrowed as you spoke and Bucky could hear the fear starting to lace your words.

‘Nope. I’m exactly where I need to be.’

‘But why? I mean… we just had sex. We both got super drunk and hooked up. I don’t understand why you’re here. It was just a one-night stand.’ 

At this Bucky snapped and banged his fist against the door, forcing it open. The chain that had been in place snapped as easily as twigs underfoot. ‘Just a one-night stand? Oh Dollface you have no idea what you’re talking about. Do you seriously think that I would take just anybody back to my place for a quick fuck? I knew the moment I first laid eyes on you in that coffee shop you were meant to be mine. You’re more than just a one-night stand to me; you’re mine.’ 

Bucky felt as though he could almost hear the memory echoing around in your head and recognition flashed across your eyes. It hurt slightly that you hadn’t thought of that moment nearly as much as he had, but Bucky didn’t mind. From that moment on, his life had been changed. It was a change as irrecoverable as falling from that snow covered train all those years ago. 

He snapped the door shut behind him as he stalked inside your apartment, inwardly hurting as you retreated back a few paces. But that would change. You would come to love him just as he had you. ‘I brought us some pastries from the bakery around the corner, BreadClub. I know it’s your favourite. I figured they would keep our energy up tonight.’ 

‘Our energy? Bucky, I don’t know what you’re doing here but I would like you to leave. You’re starting to scare me.’ 

Bucky let out a humourless laugh, amazed at how you still didn’t seem to understand. ‘Dollface, I’m not going anywhere, not now, not ever. So why don’t you be a good little girl and lead me to your bedroom. After having you last night, I just can’t seem to get enough.’ 

When you had made no effort to move, too stunned by his presence, a flash of annoyance crept over Bucky’s face. He had been waiting for this all day, hell, he’d been waiting for this for months. He wasn’t about to let you ruin his plans. He would show you just how good together you were; how you were made for him. 

‘C’mon Dollface. Just take me to your bedroom and then we can both enjoy ourselves. I know you had a good time last night and that was while you were drunk. It’ll be so much better when you're drunk off of me.’ Heat flushed your cheeks as his words reminded you of the dingy bathroom stall where he had first taken you and then of his kitchen counter where he had eaten you out for hours before finally taking you back to his bedroom. You tried to ignore the tell tale tingy between your thighs as you relived the memories. That was not happening again. This man was clearly delusional. 

You watched as he inhaled deeply through his nose, a smirk gracing his sinful pink lips.’Oh Sweetheart, you want it, you want it bad.’ You blanched at the idea of him being able to smell you and quickly tried to deny it.

‘No I don’t Bucky. What I want is for you to leave. I’ll… I’ll call the cops.’ You tried to make yourself seem braver than you felt but any bravado you had mustered up quickly vanished when Bucky let out a bark of laughter.

‘You’ll call the cops and what? Tell them an Avenger is fucking your brains out? They wouldn’t believe you, and even if they did, by the time they sent a patrol car around I’ll have you begging for more. So why don’t you quit wasting everyone’s time and just be a good girl.’ 

You hadn’t noticed the tears starting to pool in your eyes as he spoke but you blamed them for blocking your vision as you made a mad dash around him. You barely got two feet to the door before his strong arms wrapped around your waist and he hoisted you up onto his broad shoulder. 

If he felt any of the kicks or punches you tried to land on him, he didn’t show it as he walked purposely through your tiny apartment towards your bedroom. No matter how loud you screamed, you doubted any of your neighbours would come and check on you, you didn’t exactly live in the best part of the city. 

You felt the air rush beneath your body as he threw you down onto the mattress. You bounced for a moment before trying to scramble away from him, only to be trapped by his legs coming to straddle your body beneath his. 

‘C’mon Dollface. You know I really didn’t want it to be like this but if you’re not going to be reasonable, I’m just going to have to show you I mean business.’ You didn’t bother responding to him. Instead you just sucked a deep breath in and screamed as loudly as you could, desperate to get anyone’s attention. 

Your scream didn’t get far however as his hand quickly clamped down on your throat, the cool metal pressing against your jugular, cutting off your air. ‘I am only going to say this once, so listen up. You. Are. Mine. And I am not going to leave until you realise that, okay Sweetheart?’ 

Panic seeped through your veins as he pulled out a long flick knife from his bomber jacket. He wasted no time in pressing the cool metal to the skin of your navel and you barely dared to breath and he slid it up and under your top before yanking it up fiercely, tearing through the thin material.

‘Oh, now that’s what I’m talking about. That right there. That’s why I can’t leave you alone, you’re too fuckin’ gorgeous.’ You recalled him saying similar things the night before, peppering your senses with little compliments continuously as he was inside you. It had made you feel incredibly sexy last night, but now it had an entirely different effect. ‘Well actually…’ his hand reached up to cup your jaw gently. ‘It’s only part of the reason.’ 

You felt your cheeks flush with heat as you registered his words and you cursed his silver tongue. How could he be saying such sweet things to you while this was happening? How dare he try and be the prince charming you had longed for in all your previous relationships when in reality he was the devil in disguise. 

His knife made quick work of your sleep shorts and your panties too. You felt the warmth of his hand against your most intimate parts as he groaned. ‘I knew you wanted me Doll. You’re so fucken wet for me. Just for me. Such a good girl, responding to me like this.’ You tried to swallow the bile in your throat caused by his words and your body’s betrayal. ‘I told you we belong together.’

His fingers played with your slick, swiping it along your folds and up to your clit where he swirled his fingers. You bucked your hips, whether to get away from his hand or closer to it you weren’t sure. The pleasure he was giving you was just undeniable and no matter how much you hated him in this moment, you could feel the familiar tension building slowly in your abdomen. 

‘You’re close aren’t you Doll? See how good I can make you feel. It could be like this all the time. Just let go and give in, give in to me Baby.’ You tried to shake your head, tried with your last remaining strength to throw him off but you couldn’t. You couldn't do anything but exactly what he said which was give in. 

You gasped for breath as you came, your walls fluttering around nothing as he continued to toy with your clit, unrelenting even as pleasure flowed through your veins. ‘That’s it. That’s a good girl. You’re so good to me Dollface.’ His praise only egged your pleasure on further, a dopey smile taking over your features before you could stop it. 

As blissed out as you were, you somehow hadn’t noticed him undressing with hasty and jerky movements until he was lying back on top of you. ‘All day I’ve been hard just thinking about having you again and now I’m here, I’m basically ready to burst. How embarrassing is that? But don’t worry Dollface, as I proved last night, I’m not just a one and done.’ He smirked down at you as he guided himself to your entrance, finding a very warm and wet welcome. 

‘Oh… Fuck Doll.’ He moaned into your ear, holding himself still once he was fully inside you. ‘You’re so fuckin’ tight, just milking my cock.’ You tried to block out the sinful words spoken as smooth as velvet but you couldn’t hide your body’s reaction. Not from him and not while he was inside you, filling you to the brim. 

Your nails dug into his back as he started moving, slowly pulling out inch by inch before sliding back in again. His pelvis grazed your clit which each move of his hips and you shuddered in his grasp. While the memories of last night were hazy from the copious amount of alcohol you had drunk, you remembered enjoying it and now with him rutting into you, the same feeling of ecstasy started to build. 

As he continued moving, his pace slowly building, the desire to push him off grew less and less. You knew your efforts would be futile as he was far too strong and with the way he was grinding into you, a small part of you didn’t want him to stop.

‘That’s it baby, you’re doing so good.’ His breath brushed against the shell of your ear and you couldn’t hold back the responding moan. ‘You like that huh? Me whispering dirty little things in your ear? It’s just like those audios you use to get yourself off isn’t it?’ 

You had no idea how he knew about those but he was right. His voice was so much more powerful and rich than those unknown ones stored on your phone. ‘You’re never gonna need those other men ever again. You’re mine, and I take care of what’s mine.’ His voice was starting to grow breathless, coming out in sharp bursts. It mingled with the obscene sounds coming from your cunt as he thrusted into you again and again, his balls slapping against your ass as he moved. 

‘I’m so fuckin’ close Doll, need you to cum first though…’ His voice was truly breathless now as he pushed up onto his haunches and wrapped your legs around his waist, never once missing a beat. 

You gasped in shock as you felt his metal hand dip down, in between your legs. His deft fingers played with your arousal, getting coated in it before coming up to your clit and circling it quickly. You fisted the sheets as your toes curled. Your release was so close, you just needed a little bit more. 

‘Play with your tits baby, play with them for me.’ You wanted to tell him to go fuck himself but your body was no longer obeying your brain as your hands came up to cup your chest. ‘Yeah baby, just like that. Such a good girl.’ 

It was his voice that did it, the way it flooded your senses and finally released the knot building in your gut. You couldn’t help the scream that came from your mouth as your walls pulsated around him, trying to milk him dry. ‘Fuck Doll. Fuck, fuck.’ His thrusts grew erratic and you knew he was on the edge. ‘I know your pussy is just begging for my cream but I can’t… God, I can’t fucking wait to fill you up though.’ He groaned out before suddenly pulling free from you. 

His flesh hand fisted his cock with strong and rapid strokes. Once, twice, three times, before his cum spurted out, landing in stips across your tits. The sound that came from his mouth as he worked himself through his orgasm was absolutely sinful and had you rubbing your thighs together subconsciously. The movement was not missed by him as a devious smirk came over his lips as he watched. 

‘Just can’t wait for more can you?’ You hastily shook your head, trying to find your voice as he collapsed beside you, his arms wrapping around your body like a vice. You felt him start to harden once more against your thigh. 

‘Don’t worry Doll, there’ll be plenty more where that came from now that you’re finally mine.’ 

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[loverholland]

sunrise. pp x reader

summary: y/n finally arrived back in new york after a year in cali. not only does she find that her little corner of the world is disappearing, but that he little crush just so happened to not have disappeared. word count: ~1,900 warnings: none that I can think of. a/n: i hope you like this. this has been in my drafts since 2019 i think.

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Y/N’s hand touched the railing of Peter’s balcony. It was a simple apartment, one that she would expect for him to have. It was a small, one bedroom and one bath apartment that sometimes had hot water and sometimes had mice, but nonetheless, Y/N loved it. It was the first time she had ever seen his apartment other than in FaceTime, which were far and few between. He had such a perfect view of Queen’s where the tree’s sang beautiful songs and the bird’s would join in with harmonies. It reminded her of those times when she would go to Aunt May’s apartment and sit on the fire escape. She missed the yellow chipped paint and the abundance of plants. It was small and minimal but it was home. Pictures would line the walls and almost every surface that she could fill - many of them were Peter and her or Peter and his parents, but when he began bringing home Ned and Y/N, the pictures became more inclusive of their friendship.

Y/N always brought a Kodak camera everywhere. Those pictures felt the most authentic. The most real, so those were the ones she gave Aunt May. Every Christmas, every birthday, were just months worth of pictures that she could put anywhere she imagined.

Everything felt so normal, but they weren’t. Of course, they weren’t. Washington Heights experienced a blackout, one that hadn’t hit for ages. Everything was going away from her in so little time. Nail Venom was moving, shops are closing down, people are leaving. Her humble abode is leaving and it was getting close to her parent’s closing up their ?? and leaving Washington Heights for good. Leaving what she knew for good.

“Y/N?” Peter yawned. She turned her head to look at him in all of his glory. He jue woke up but he looked so stunning in the rising rays and he looked like a Renaissance painting. His curls were much messier than they were last night and his beautiful chocolate brown eyes looked like the perfect coffee that she would get back at UCLA. He was shirtless and only wore a pair of gray sweatpants and my Gods he was made right out by the Gods themselves.

“I’m here.” She whispered before turning her head back to the world in front of her. Not wanting to give it up for just a moment longer. They had practiced some Spanish, drunkenly, she must add. He was good at it, not that she would ever tell him that. Never would she imagine giving him such a big head like that.

“Are you ready to try again?” Y/N asked, implying to the previous Spanish lesson. It was so early, but she felt so at peace. The corners of her lips rising a bit more when Peter answered:

“I think I’m ready.”

“Okay,” Y/N paused, turning to leverage herself on the railing, pushing back for a moment, a wide smile spreading across her face as she looked at Peter. “Let’s go.” There was a moment as she thought of what to say. Something that he knew? Give him something hard. A curse word? She would laugh if given the chance but then the idea of her home. En Washington Heights. Her esquina was slowly leaving this earth for good, only few being able to tell the story of Washington Heights.

“Esquina?”

“Corner.” Peter answered correctly, a short lived smile creeping towards the corners of his lips. He knew he was right.

“Tienda?”

“Store.”

“Bombilla?”

“Lightbulb!”

“Too easy” she thought to herself. She turned her head to look over the horizon. The world was wonderful with how the sky was painted orange and pinks. The moon was still out, it was beautiful. And not only that but this world had Peter, the most wonderful man she had ever been lucky to know. Well, shit. Maybe not wonderful.

Last night was a lot. The lights were brighter then than any light now. The screams of joy and laughing from everyone around her, we're nothing like her experience. A drunken Peter was angry that Y/N’s father didn’t accept their relationship. He was so angry and the way he threatened his internship at Stark Industries (not that papi would get anywhere). The world felt like it was ending and it kind of did. All of Washington Heights suddenly became dark, a forgotten and hidden place in the world. The once joyful noise turned into horror and fear, everything quickly declining. And then she was alone.

In the middle of chaos, she was alone.

But now, here she is on Peter’s fire escape. The beautiful and peaceful world going on around her. Sure, it was hot. But the world was so much better. The people were quiet and asleep while the sunshine danced along the buildings. Animal’s running the streets freely before everyone woke up. Everything was right.

“You’re sure?” Y/N questioned after a moment of reminiscing. She gave him a smile after biting her bottom lip for a moment. He was right and she knew it but she just wanted to see if he was confident in himself and his answers. He hadn’t taken Spanish since high school and he claimed that he forgot a majority of it, but she always questioned it but never pushed him to speak in her native language with her.

Peter paused and pushed himself off the brick wall, taking a step towards her. His eyes searched for a reason to stop, but he couldn’t find one. Hell, he wouldn’t be able to ever find one. “I’m sure.”

“Three out of three, you did alright.” Y/N pushed herself off the railing and took a step towards Peter, her head tilting back to look up at him. She couldn’t help but be infatuated with Peter. She had only been back for a few days and all of the past feelings came flowing back. She spent so long believing that she would never be good enough for Peter that she just hid the idea of ever being with him or him sharing the same feelings. Oh, how she was wrong.

“Well teach me a little more…” he trailed, his hand going to touch Y/N’s cheek. He didn’t immediately touch her however, he wanted some form of consent and when Y/N leaned her face to touch his hand, he took that as an ‘okay’ before brushing her cheek with his thumb.

“Calor?”

“Heat.”

“Anoche?” Y/N raised her eyebrows.

“Last night.”

“Dolor.

“Pain?”

“That’s right.” She confirmed, eyebrows knitting together. She lifted her right hand and laid it on Peter’s chest, staring at it as the words left her lips like endless lullabies. Not taking any longer to think of what to say, she knew what needed to be said for both of them. “Llámame?”

“Call me.”

“Ámame”

“Love me.”

A breath escaped Y/N’s lips. They felt so close yet so far away from one another. Her eyes lifted away from being set on her hand on Peter’s chest to look at his beautiful, comforting eyes. “Perhaps I do-”

“Well, how do you say “kiss me”?”

“Besame.”

“And how do you say “hold me”?”

“Abrázame.” Y/N inevitably whispered, the words all making the flutter in her chest more intense. Her eyes were filled with so much joy yet so much anxiety at the same time. “Al amanezer. At sunrise.” [need to look up]

“Anything can help at sunrise.”

Y/N looked up at Peter’s eyes, she just wanted to kiss him right then and there. They held eye contact for a moment before her eyes dropped to his lips, leaning in a bit closer. She could feel how clammy her own hands were. She hated the feeling of it, but she knew this could dictate so much more especially considering her future. This action could change so much between them and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for it. But maybe she should just dive in head first. Her heart thumped against her chest, eyes closing for a moment as her lips parted, allowing air to escape and to his Peter’s lips.

“What will he say?” Peter pulled back, removing his hand from her cheek and dropping it down to his side, fiddling with the pocket that was hanging out of the sweats.

What a dramatic ass.

“Que dirá?”

“When he sees me around you?” He asked, eyebrows knitting together with concern. Y/N understood exactly how he felt. The fear of losing one another to her father. Losing this connection again. Y/N always believed that the time wasn’t right and that if it were destined to be, it would be.

“How do you say “Promise me?”” Peter asked, quieter than before. His forehead was pressed against hers, eyes closed as they took in the moment, hands briefly touching as a spark traced up their arms.

“Prometeme.”

“Promise me you’ll stay beyond the sunrise and that we won’t care what anyone has to say -”

“Beyond the sunrise.” Y/N cut off Peter. Their eyes met, searching for an invitation to kiss one another. The world seemed to stop at this moment. The trees' sweet songs slowed down as Peter leaned into the small space between he and Y/N. The birds stopped their harmonies and the cars stopped the melodies, it felt like the perfect interlude to any great story.

And then it just happened. Peters hand cupped her cheek like an angel cupping a baby for the first time. He softly guided her lips to his; it felt so soft and secure. His lips touched hers and in the moment she swore she was infinite. She was so alive and free in this moment. His lips melded with her like a beautiful piano melody being played. Everything that she could ever love and more was right here. Her heart pounded to the thought of him. To the action that was being played out.

Never in her wildest dream did she think she'd be kissing Peter Parker. During the sunrise. In Queens. She always thought that maybe one day, when they're older and they finally come to the conclusion, or maybe her accepting it more than she did before. She wasn't too sure how it would happen, but this was never the plan.

As quickly as it started, it ended. Peter pulled away, breathless

“Promise me you’ll stay.” Peter whispered against her lips as he pulled back. There was a moment of hesitation. Stay… how? With him? In New York? She wasn’t too sure what he meant, but those were the words she’s always wanted to speak to him. Just the act was something she thought about many times in high school. She had told herself that if she didn’t go to UCLA she would finally man up and tell Peter about her little crush and go to a school in NYC. But then she left.

“I’ll stay.” Y/N promised, her fingers interlinking with Peter’s. The pad of his thumb rubbing across the top of her hands. A promise that she would swear to fulfill. If not for her, then for him. She couldn’t imagine the world that he has around him but that world would be her’s. He would become her world in such a short amount of time.

Beyond the sunrise.

[nightwishesworld]

A Better Way

Because I am unhappy with our beloved wife’s death I decided to write my own.

That being said...SPOILERS!!!!!!!! I wrote this based on and referenced canon events in the game. If you wanna skip this and wait for the game’s official release in a few days I completely understand.

Alcina’s form trembles atop the pile of rubble she created during their fall. Somehow that lowlife Ethan survived the fall as well. Fuck, what does it take to kill that man? Even in her monstrous form, she failed to stop a flimsy little mortal man. Is he really that powerful? Or is she simply the weak little rat Mother Miranda always said she was? The answer is obvious now.

Alcina knows this is it for her. There is no winning or even recovering from this. She’s lost way too much blood and is in no state to replenish herself. She hears him stumble to his feet somewhere beside her and grab his gun. It doesn’t bother her anymore. Even now as she turns to stare down the barrel of a shotgun she knows she deserves what’s to come. She failed in her task.

Everyone that depends on her is now in grave danger and it’s all her fault. Because she wasn’t good enough to protect her family from a single human man.

Her family....

Images of her beautiful daughters' lifeless piles of ash lying abandoned on the floor like yesterday’s garbage hurt her more than any weapons could hope to. What kind of mother let her daughters, her own flesh and blood, get slaughtered because she was too incompetent to take care of a little pest? A failure of a mother. Their blood is on her hands, not Ethan’s.

Mother Miranda will have to make the call to Heisenberg to let him know why Ethan is on his way to the factory. And about them. After everything that this woman has done for her and her family and this is how Alcina repays her? How pathetic of her. And her little brother as well. She’s failed everyone she cared about on this god-forsaken earth.

Alcina sighs as Ethan cocks his gun and inches closer and closer to her. After letting out a long exhale she opens her eyes and stared down at him. He’s in shit-shape but he’ll survive. Suddenly that doesn’t sound so bad. If he can finish the job, at least.

“Do it,” she whispers, and her voice cracks. Alcina will not cry in front of this vile creature; she refuses. “I am nothing without the love of my daughters. I’d rather die than live a day without their presence.”

She could have sworn she saw a hint of remorse flash across his bloodied features before he grounded himself once more. He probably didn’t even believe her. Why would he? All he sees is a hideous beast that needs to slain. Not a broken-hearted mother mourning the loss of her darling children. No one has ever seen them for who they really are. Pity.

Her head hangs and she catches a glimpse of his shadow, his arms raising.

“I deserve this,” Alcina thinks to herself.

BANG!

Karl Heisenberg was sitting in his office, legs stretched atop his desk glazing over files. Pretending to work so no one would bother him. He was so lost in his own little fantasy land that the phone ringing next to him nearly started him out of his chair.

He let out a dramatic groan, knowing full well it was Alcina calling to continue their petty argument from earlier. A chuckle escaped his mouth remembering how he told her to drop dead before hanging up.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and begrudgingly brought the phone to his ear.

“Didn’t I tell you earlier to-“

“Heisenberg!” Mother Miranda’s voice spoke. The man nearly choked on air when he heard her voice.

“Miranda! Apologies, I thought it was Alcina calling me.”

Mother Miranda paused, but only for a moment. Her tone was as it always was; calm with a hint of disappointment. “That is what I am calling about, actually. Alcina failed to keep Mr. Winters under control and he escaped. I can only assume he is making his way over to you now.”

“Alcina and the girls, are they-“

“No longer assets we need to be concerned about. The Ceremony will continue on schedule with or without them, is that understood?”

He was completely floored. His beloved, pain in the ass, older sister is dead. And what of his adorable little gremlin nieces? They’re gone too? How can Miranda possibly expect him to just-“

“Is that understood, Heisenberg?”

He cleared his throat and nodded as if she could see him. “Of course, Miranda. The preparation will continue as-“

She hung up.

Heisenberg put the phone down and buried his head in his hands. He didn’t feel anything. Only numbness. The longer he sat there thinking about them the harder to became to think about the stupid ceremony. Or that human parasite on its way to him.

His anger got the best of him and he slammed his fists down on the desk. “To hell with Mother Miranda.”

He called one of his lackeys in and filled them in on the basics of the situation, warning him about Ethan mostly. Heisenberg was to depart for Castle Dimitrescu as soon as possible. Let the lycans have fun with their new incoming chew toy until his return.

The ride up to the castle was ghostly. He expected to hear the girls’ laughter as he entered the main doors as they always do when he visits. They were always happy to see their dear Uncle Heisenberg.

Cassandra’s ash pile was the first to be found. Simply because it was out in the open by the entrance leading down to the basement. It was obviously her because the smell of her lilac perfume was still infused in her ashes. He kneeled beside it and stroked it gently between his fingers, whispering apologies and words of comfort. Both for him and Cassandra. Then he took an old pendant necklace from his pocket and ever so gently, scooped some of her ashes into it.

“There you are, Cass. Safe and sound with me.”

On a hunch he decided to look around the basement before searching the rest of the castle for Bela and Daniela. He already knew where Alcina was resting. Bela was indeed laid in one of the extraction rooms of the basement. She collapsed behind a pillar as if she were trying to hide or shield herself. Heisenberg did the same thing and scooped up her ashes in his necklace, this time kissing the pads of his fingers and laying them on the ash pile.

Daniela was next. She was in the library, literally on the other side of the door. Heisenberg cursed himself for unintentionally spreading her ashes as he opened the door and nearly stepping on the poor girl. He stayed with her longer because of this, whispering a thousand apologies to her. The way she was laid down made Heisenberg think Daniela tried to escape and came really close to doing so.

A few tears streamed down his cheeks as she gathered her ashes in his pendant. That man will pay for what he’s done. For taking such innocent souls from the world that had so much more in store for them.

His beloved sister was last. She wasn’t where he thought she would be, which he found odd, but taking a closer look around it all made sense. The damn burst behind his eyes and he openly cried for the first time in decades.

“Fuck,” he sobbed, soothing his sister’s large heap of ashes. “I didn’t mean literally, Alcina.”

He grabbed a fist full of ash and clutched it to his chest. “I’m so sorry, sister. I should have helped you trapped that rat when he escaped me the first time. But I won’t let that happen again.”

Just like with the girls, he scooped up some of her ashes in the pendant. But this time instead of putting it back around his neck he gave it a few delicate shakes, mixing the four of them together as one.

“There. Now you’ll always be together; in this eternity and the next.”

He stayed there next to her for the rest of the night. They talked for hours (though it was a one-sided conversation) and watched the stars flicker into existence as the sunset. When there were enough of them out he pointed out the various constellations to her. The entire night went on like this; acting as if nothing had changed since they were children.

The sun was just starting to rise over the grassy green hills. Radiant shades of pink and gold colored the sky like never before. It was almost like looking at heaven itself. Early birds sang their song of the morning as they flew swiftly across the sky to wake the rest of the woodland creatures and the residents of the village.

Heisenberg exhaled a shaky breath. “I better be off, Sissy. Miranda will have my head if I don’t deal with that rat before the ceremony. But don’t you worry, I’ll take care of all four of you once this shitstorm has passed. You’ll be given proper burials and everyone will have a chance to say goodbye.”

He could feel the tears starting to build up again. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you or the girls. You’re a royal pain in my ass, but you’re still my big sister and I love you.”

The ride back to the factory was comforting. There was still a heavy weight on his shoulders, but he never expected it to go away. It will only go away after exacting his revenge. When he finds that man, oh boy is he in for a treat. The lycans should have done some damage to him already or at least exhausted him. Ethan is weak now. It’s time to strike back.

No one harms Karl Heisenberg’s family and gets away with it.

[chaoticneutralwriter]

GD!Jimin Extras: Golden Hour

As they say, taking a picture lasts longer.

guardian demon!jimin x reader

genre: supernatural, fluff, romance, angst, slow-burn

word count: 2.2k

related works: see Masterlist under guardian demon!jimin au

A snapshot of the days before The Storm

A/N: Shout out to @azulamakesmeblank​ because this was partially inspired by this ask! As promised, a fluff chapter before the literal shit storm that’s about to take place in the story (butisitreallywhenyoureadthelastlineofthispromptwhat:’)) I hope you enjoy it! it’s kinda half edited dkfhgha I love you guys as always for your support and patience for this story! 💖💖💖💖

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You arrive at the front door a little too breathlessly in your haste. It should be embarrassing but blaming your increased pulse on your lack of fitness has your mind and, ironically, your heart resting easier than having to think that you're actually half-nervous and half-excited to see Jimin again.

Even though you literally saw him just yesterday.

You really need to pull yourself together better; you'd rather not have a repeat of pouring tomato sauce all over the counter because your hands got too shaky from Jimin watching you cook dinner (and after you insisted on him not needing to do anything too!)

You take in a fortifying breath, appearing to be squaring up to take the final stand in saving the world instead of simply seeing your boyfriend for what's essentially a stay-in dinner date. You punch in the pass code to the lock pad with practised ease, almost not giving enough time for the beep to chime as you push the door open.

“Jimin?” You call out in greeting once you toe off your shoes and slip on your pair of house slippers. Your eyes scan over the vast living room, spotting the head of raven locks peeking out from the end of the couch. Stepping closer, a smile sneaks its way onto your lips when you realize that he's most likely resting, given his lack of response. Quietly, you step into the kitchen area to set down your bags of grocery on the counter before you make your way to peer over the back of the seat. You're instantly smitten at what you see.

The sun is beginning to make its descent below the horizon, dying the clouds in an ombre of fiery oranges, pinks and reds against the remnants of soft pale blue sky. Thanks to the generous amount of window space the penthouse has, the golden glow easily washes over the interior of the living room and bathes everything with its light; Jimin being no exception.

It cascades over his skin like honey, high-lighting the bridge of his nose, the tops of his cheeks, and the shape of his cupid's bow. It makes his long lashes stand out so delicately and the equally dark strands of hair that falls gently over his forehead. Your fingers itch to sweep them away yet at the same time, you don't dare risk disturbing this sleeping beauty.

So unconsciously, you silently settle yourself on the top of the couch, resting your elbows on the cushion with your head propped up in your hand.

He looks so completely relaxed, one arm tucked behind his head, the other draped over his stomach. The sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbow, forearms toned and the first few buttons undone to expose a teasing view of his collarbones while black slacks hug his thighs perfectly (as per usual). If someone were to take a picture of him right now and slap on some big fashion name on it, you're pretty sure anyone who would see it would believe it to be a legit advertisement or a cover of a magazine.

Now that the thought has crossed your mind, temptation begins to rear its head. From the beginning, it's a no brainer what you imagine one would do given the opportunity of having a guardian demon that looks like the carbon copy of your favourite idol; do whatever you can to prevent said demon from stepping out into the world and risk slandering the actual person they're parading around as, or indulge in your wildest fantasies now that you have the means.

It's....a rather unique position to be in, with a plethora of mixed feelings to say the least.

After the initial shock of it wore off (which was really just taking three business day to process it all), you've come to the conclusion that this whole thing was, more than anything, weird. Some people might be able to turn a blind eye and though you're grateful that he had decided to look like Park Jimin from BTS, no matter how good of a disguise it was, it still doesn't change the fact that it's not Jimin.

You were grateful, but it made you a little resentful towards him.

With such a stark contrast, it's as if all of the good things you associated with that face had been sullied for something colder and unfeeling. You hated that he had chosen to use someone like Park Jimin – the perfect example of a good human being – to mask his much more sinister nature. You were sure it was part of some sick joke, and it felt...wrong.

Like you've lost part of a safe space in your world to the uglier side of the universe.

So in an attempt to preserve Jimin's good name in your heart, you were adamant in keeping your guardian demon at arms' length, hence why doing something as simple as taking a picture with him was out of the question. Not only would it not be in good faith, you can't begin to imagine what would happen if it got out to the world somehow.

And you succeeded....in the most unexpected way possible.

Maybe it was the deep rooted connection you had for Jimin, but there was always, without a doubt, a part of you that was soft to him. At first it had irked you, however over time, you realized it allowed for you to see another part of him that you wouldn't have otherwise. It made you open up to the idea that....he's not as bad as he seems.

You were afraid of losing a piece to your safe space when really, you ended up gaining an entirely new one instead, one that had become just as important.

So maybe that's why, as the longer you stared at Jimin (who's not Jimin but that doesn't mean he's worth anything less), the more you wanted to preserve this memory of him to keep for yourself. It's selfish you know, but things have changed, you've changed, and this is too good of a chance to pass up.

Your phone is out, hands steady as you pull up the camera and you want to laugh at how the image on your screen does no justice in capturing just how ethereal the sight before you is (of course it doesn't, should you really be surprised?) That doesn't stop your finger from tapping the snap button, because as they say, taking a picture lasts longer. The shot is satisfactory enough, getting him at an angle that show him from the waist up. You wonder if you can get another one, this time a little wider....

Well, you'll never know if you'd ever get the shot because your guardian demon chooses to wake up at that moment, locking piercing eyes with you through the phone. You immediately freeze.

There's a pause on his end before you see him pinpoint exactly what is going and a sly smirk tugs imperceptibly at the corner of his lips. “Cherub....” He greets, the low drawl sultry and irises pools of rich melted chocolate.

You gulp, straightening up while trying to inconspicuously put away your phone, a sheepish grin stretching across your face. “Rest well....?”

Jimin pretends to hum in deep thought, shifting so that he's facing more comfortably towards you. “For a good while yes....until my demon senses started tingling, telling me I was being watched. Should I be mildly concerned that you like watching me sleep?”

You scoff, “I don't always watch you sleep.”

“And you totally weren't snapping stalker photos of me.”

Your jaw drops, affronted but you don't go on to deny the claim. “Hey, calling them stalker photos is a stretch. And I'm just saying this because this was the only time I've ever – oof!”

Without warning, his hand had shot out to grab a hold of one of your wrist hanging over the back and with a strong tug, you fall face first onto his chest, an arm encircling you to keep you in place.

“Whatever you wanna call it, doesn't change that I'm still going to charge you for them.” You hear him playfully chastise above you. When you tilt your head up, you see him quirk an eyebrow at you expectantly. You blink, then roll your eyes, pretending to be inconvenienced by his stinginess, as if you're not ready to give him everything if he so much as breathes a word of it.

“Alright, what do you want?”

Jimin doesn't say anything in response, simply staring at you with those bottomless eyes, a smoulder simmering beneath their surface that it has you drowning in their depths. He watches you, unperturbed by your squirming (actually amuses in it) before you practically hear him purr, “What do you think I want?”

Your heart easily skips a beat (or more) and you're sure he can feel it beating frantically from your chest to his. While you're internally combusting, Jimin remains the picture definition of smug, free arm still propped behind his head the same time the other is wrapped around your waist, your face heating at the way you feel his thumb stroke at the strip of warm skin peeking out thanks to your shirt riding up a bit in the tumble.

He's actually infuriating, you think. Why's he gotta be so damn good at what he does?! You don't think he's even trying. Ugh, get it together, this is nothing new so it's not even a big deal! You can be cool about it too!

Giving yourself a chaotic pep talk apparently is what helps you find the courage to scooch up until you're able to land a chaste peck on the centre of his lips. Before you can fully withdraw, you already see the unimpressed look Jimin is shooting your way.

“I know you can do better than that.”

You puff, chewing on your lower lip into a pout; the deadpan in his voice makes you grumble at being called out, your neck and the tips of your ears burning now. Seeing you so flustered though, Jimin couldn't help but be endeared, then finally decide to ease up on the teasing he's been relentlessly subjecting you to. Slowly, he lowers the arm behind his head to gently take a hold on your chin, bringing your attention back to the adoring smile softening his features.

“Pretty cherub,” He coaxes, “Won't you give a little sweet treat for me?”

It takes everything in you to suppress the small whimper that wanted to jump out from the base of your throat at hearing those words. Whether it's teasing, cocky Jimin or loving, doting Jimin, you really aren't built to handle any of them at all, seemingly defaulting to a blushing mess no matter how hard you try be unfazed. Which is why after a moment of resigning to your fate, accepting that there was no point resisting when your heart and body have already betrayed you, do you close your eyes and give in wholeheartedly.

He welcomes you, carefully lets you mould your lips to his for a proper kiss and you helplessly melt against him. You don't think you can ever get used to the feeling but it's like Jimin doesn't mind one bit, pace unhurried to savour every press like it’s your first. Your mind becomes muddled the longer it goes on, and when you feel the swipe of his tongue, you're nearly gone. But as tempting as it is, you can't get too carried away here – you still have dinner to cook!

You allow yourself a few tantalizing licks before you part with great reluctance. Through hazy eyes you meet Jimin's, the little breath you have hitching from the sight of his swollen, moistened lips and dark brown irises now glowing a muted maroon, on the verge of igniting into full blown desire.

“Can't have you spoiling dinner so early.” You say, then embarrassingly avert your gaze at how your voice comes out raspy and thick.

You miss the way the corner of Jimin's mouth twitch, but catch the mischievous glint that's no doubt from mentioning the word 'dinner'. You put on your best scolding face, smacking his chest lightly in reprimand.

“No.”

“I didn't even say anything.” His incredulous retort is drowned out by the laugh he lets out with it, the sound has you struggling to maintain your 'serious' front.

“You were thinking it.”

“Are you sure it's not you projecting your own thoughts onto me?”

You humphed, about to turn away and get off your personal body pillow but Jimin's hold remains steadfast. He sneaks a quick kiss to your forehead once you settle back down again as a means to placate you, chuckling softly, “Okay, okay, I'll behave.”

You giggle lightly, cheeks pressed into his collarbone as you give an approving hum, cuddling even closer to his person and you both lapse into a comfortable silence, breaths in sync. Outside, the final rays of the setting sun disappears below the city's horizon, taking the warmth of the day along with it.

But you find no lack in that when you're lying here in his embrace, because whereas the sun comes and goes, yours remains unwavering.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

aquarium ii | kth

pairing(s): taehyung x reader; ex-jungkook x reader

summary: Life after Jeon Jungkook was grey. You had to find your own color, grow your own rainbow. But what would surprise you the most is the appearance of white cosmos, seven of them clutched tightly in Kim Taehyung’s hand.

warnings: reader discretion is advised: a (half-hearted) suicide attempt; mentions of cheating in previous relationship; language; heavy angst; fluffiest fluff; non-idol!AU; kind garden-loving landlord!Taehyung x reader; ft. sadboi!Jungkook

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part i

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now playing – without me by halsey ft. JUICE WRLD

tell me, how's it feel sittin' up there? feelin’ so high, but too far away to hold me

You couldn’t remember that night very well, because you didn’t come up.

The worst part about being cheated on was not the actual cheating. It was the moment where you thought you had done something wrong, like somehow it was your fault it happened, like if you hadn’t done this or that, maybe things would have been different. Maybe if you hadn’t chosen that night to snoop into Jeon Jungkook’s phone, he would have had second thoughts, deleted it all, and loved you again. Maybe if you were a little kinder, a little more attentive, he wouldn’t have fallen out of love with you. Maybe... Maybe.

Maybe.

You knew that was just your brain trying to rationalize his irrationality. You had done wrong by invading his privacy by acting on sheer gut feeling. And you had run away, without confronting it, without giving him a chance, because you knew, you knew that if you gave him a chance, you would believe all his words, get dragged back into his sea, back into those dangerous waters.

All these thoughts coursed through you as the water closed in.

The milky bathwater was slowly replacing your depleting air, leaking into your lungs and you didn’t fight it, turning the darkness of the underside of your eyelids into light, because deep down you still loved him, no matter how stupid or foolish it was. Your heart still clung to his soft, I’m sorry, and you didn’t want to hear it anymore.

You didn’t want to know what loving Jeon Jungkook was like anymore. It was too painful.

you know i'm the one who put you up there name in the sky, does it ever get lonely?

You gave everything so he could be what he wanted to be, not knowing that you were the one slowly being eroded. No one could tell you. You were the one who had to find the signs. You were the one who found yourself trapped in glass walls, stuck in an aquarium, surrounded on all sides by Jeon Jungkook as he made a mockery of your feelings.

You screamed into the water and no one heard you.

The next memory you had was hazy, barely there.

You felt a tightness in your chest, harsh, solid pressure. A frustrated, agonized voice above you, desperately calling your name in deep baritone, desperately asking you to come back, praying in every language he knew for you to come back, come back, please, please, please.

“Please…”

In the whiteness, you wandered. Were you meant to be here? It was a loose fog. You looked around, seeing traces of memory like torn book pages, slipping through the haze. You reached out to touch them and they disappeared, only mirages.

And then you fell, dragged into dark blue, torn, battered, lungs burning as you struggled to stay afloat, coughing hard, your muscles screaming with asphyxiation, sudden oxygen flooding your brain. You whipped your head to the side, hacking up water, spilling it all over the green tiles of the bathroom floor, head pounding. Thoughts swimming, barely computing the shouting above you.

“I can’t fucking believe you,” one voice growled above your jerking body, so venomous that it made your blood run cold. “You absolute disaster of a man, thinking for one fucking second she would even consider taking you back. Look at her! She’d rather drown herself in my damn bathtub than hold a conversation with you!”

“What the fuck do you know?” The familiar voice, the voice that haunted you in your nightmares, the voice that fed you sweet poison. “She would do anything for me! She worships the fucking ground I walk on!”

You curled up into a ball, head pounding by the sudden explosion of light and sound. There was a towel over you, covering your wet naked body, and yet you shivered. You barely registered Kim Taehyung snarling, rising to his feet.

“You narcissistic bastard,” Taehyung spat out. “Get the fuck out of my house. Get the fuck out and don’t ever come near her again or I’ll break your fucking neck.”

“You can’t do anything to me. You’re a nobody,” Jeon Jungkook taunted. “Unlike you, I actually have money to sue you for assault.”

Apparently, Taehyung did not give a single shit, because he immediately roared and launched himself past you, the brown ball slamming into the black wall. You blinked, trying to register what was happening, but it was too much for you and your brain that was slowly trying to restore function due to lack of oxygen. They tumbled down the stairs and you laid your head against the floor, hearing the grunts and shouting, wondering why Taehyung had come back.

Wondering how he knew.

You closed your eyes.

In your dreams, you saw the soft sunlight glowing against Taehyung’s tan skin as he reached down to retrieve a dark green cucumber to show you. It was a bit wonky and hadn’t grown quite right, but you watched Taehyung tap it and smile to himself.

“Doesn’t matter what it looks like on the outside,” he said cheerfully. “I know it will still taste delicious because I gave it love.”

-

You tried to go back to work, but it was awful.

You loved your work. Perhaps it was boring to others, accounting all day, but it was mundane and peaceful, always knowing what you had to do. You never had to question the numbers. The numbers were what they were and that was that.

But now when you stared out into the grey urban jungle, it pained you.

What once was your safe haven turned into your cage, chaining you to clock in, clock out. You would go home to a motel nearby, crying into unfamiliar, starched sheets, pitying housekeepers preparing your meals, asking you what was wrong and you couldn’t tell them.

Because you didn’t know.

i'm sad inside, but i know it's for the best, right? you had to realize where you drew the line 

You didn’t check his social media. You didn’t check his Twitch, his Instagram, his Twitter. You got a new phone, only giving your new number to your work and your parents. With a start, you realized you hadn’t contacted your old high school friends in years. You had lost them all, committing social suicide for Jeon Jungkook. In fact, you had no social media presence, so there was no need to download those apps.

There was nothing on your old phone that you wanted. It sat in the storage unit, forgotten. You didn’t want to turn on your old phone to see the photos, the lock screen of his arms around you, smile on his face from two years ago.

A smile you didn’t even know was real or fake.

i still hate it when you’re not there

You tried to tell yourself you were fine, because moping over Jeon Jungkook was stupid. But you had invested so much. You had given him everything. It was hard to regrow. You were stuffed in this tiny motel room, staring out to the hazy, polluted city, yellow sunlight fighting to be seen.

You sat by the window, clutching your pink flats, remembering Taehyung’s last words to you before you left.

“I looked up the brand and bought you some new ones,” he had said sheepishly. “I felt bad that they got so ruined, all because I asked you to help me with the garden.” He gave you that big, boxy smile. “Just think of them as a parting gift for being such a great tenant.”

You inhaled a deep breath, placing the pale pink flats next to the exact same style but grass-stained, greyed-out, worn ones. You stared at them both.

And made a choice.

-

“I thought I would never see you again.”

You lifted your head. The scent of flowers, so familiar and comforting, wafted around you, a reassuring embrace. You were wearing a long-sleeved white dress, a brown ribbon around the collar. The pink flats, the ones the owner of the deep baritone voice had gifted you.

That was nearly six months ago now. You had since thrown away the other ones.

Kim Taehyung walked up to you. He was wearing brown overalls and a cream shirt, elbows smeared with dirt. His skin had lightened due to the passing winter, but it was spring now. The flower shop was very busy, but there were other employees, and Taehyung was fixated on you.

“I didn’t know you worked here,” Taehyung said quietly, his brown eyes shimmering. “I would have come here a lot more often if I knew.”

You bit you lip and bowed your head politely, smiling at him. Taehyung coughed and rubbed the back of his head, messing up his dark brown hair. It was longer and curlier now, desperately needing a trim.

“I… I came to get carnations. The shop I normally go to ran out.”

You nodded, leading him wordlessly to the red and pink carnations. There was still a good number left, but you had to pick through carefully to find the most beautiful ones for him. He watched you work, chewing on his lip. You held up the large bouquet to him.

“What do you think?” you asked softly.

He smiled at you. “Perfect.” He didn’t ask the price. “Could you make two corsages out of a few of them?”

“Of course. Right this way.”

You brought him to one of the counters, selecting a few blooms to make the corsages. You showed him the available ribbons and he picked a thin, sheer white one. He watched you work, quickly, but delicately, careful not to bruise the petals.

“You became an expert about flowers,” he remarked. “I’m still struggling.”

You smiled. “I’m still learning. It’s very different from what I used to do.” You twisted the ribbon into a perfect bow, using floral wire to secure it.

“You don’t talk to him anymore, do you?”

You shook your head. “Haven’t seen him since that day you threw him down your stairs.”

Taehyung laughed a little too loud, making the patrons stare at him. He coughed nervously, cramming the crumpled brown hat under his arm onto his head. You placed your hand over your lips, trying to hide your chuckle. Your fingertips smelled like phloem sap from the cut stems, sweet and grassy.

Taehyung gazed at you, surrounded by flowers, carnations laid out on the counter.

“Will you… let me take a picture of you?”

You blinked at him, lips parting.

Taehyung reached into his pocket, pulling out an old 35mm film camera. He looked sheepish as he held it up, hesitating.

“Sorry, I just… you look so beautiful, and I don’t want to forget that.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. “I know it’s a weird habit. But I like to take pictures and I never took one of you.” He looked deep into your eyes.

“I really regret not taking a picture of you.”

Your fingers were still over your mouth. You nodded.

Taehyung held the camera up and snapped a photo.

-

“He waits for you to get off work every day. It’s been a week now.”

The manager was teasing you, nudging your arm as you tugged on your long camel coat. You smiled at her, an old woman with knowing eyes that had seen and enjoyed a lot of life. Taehyung waved across the street as you made eye contact with him.

“There aren’t men like him anymore, you know,” she said gently. “These kinds of things happened in my generation, but now young people send pictures of flowers instead of the real thing.”

When you thanked the manager and walked out to Taehyung, he held out a small bundle of tiny flowers to you. White cosmos. You stopped, surprised. Breathless as you looked up at him. He was illuminated by a streetlight and the dying sun, the golden hour matching his golden skin. Holding out the white cosmos, shivering in the spring breeze.

“They’re not that pretty,” he said guiltily, stepping up to you. “I’ve been trying to grow flowers for months now and these are the only ones that survived, ahahaha…”

He scratched his head, brushing his hair back.

“I always hoped that if I saw you again, I could show you that I was able to finally grow flowers.” Taehyung laughed, shrugging apologetically. “This is all I got.”

You reached out and took the small bundle from him. They were a bit curled and slightly wilted from being carried around but you smiled at them.

“No one has ever grown flowers for me,” you said quietly.

The tiny yellow centers of each flower were surrounded by white. You counted seven. Taehyung had given you seven flowers. Seven flowers he grew on his own, because he wanted to show you. You placed your fingers on your mouth, the scent of the floral shop returning to you with the action. Your chest felt tight and full, a feeling unlike any other.

“I wanted to grow at least eight,” Taehyung lamented. “Because that would be luckier, but…”

You shook your head quickly, looking up at him. Him and his beautiful brown eyes, a small patch of dirt underneath his cheek. He probably didn’t even know it was there.

“No.”

You removed your hand from your lips and smiled at him.

“Seven is perfect.”

You threw your hands around him and hugged him tightly.

-

When Jeon Jungkook saw you again, everything was different.

He was distracting himself from school. University was much harder than he thought, especially since he didn’t attend right after high school to pursue his streaming career.

For a long time, he had someone to take care of him, first his mom and then you. Someone to do everything so he could recklessly chase his dreams. But things were different now. He had to suddenly become an adult. It wasn’t because of you. You hadn’t told anyone what happened.

But everyone knew.

One girl had let it slip, and then another and another, and then screenshots were plastered everywhere, all over the internet for anyone to see, not knowing the context, tossing judgements left and right. His parents found out and then his friends, everyone disappointed in him, not surprised that you vanished without a trace. He had to vanish too, every sponsor cutting ties with him immediately, not asking if it was true or not. It was bad for business to be associated with something like that.

Jungkook really regretted it now, but there was nothing he could do to take it back.

That’s why he was sitting in this tiny, one room apartment, using what was leftover from his streaming money to get a degree, saving every penny to his education. At least he hadn’t been so reckless to overspend. You hadn’t let him, always reminding him to save for his future, using your own income to pay for the necessities.

Even now, you were helping him.

Every once in a while, Jungkook would type variations of your old Instagram username into the search bar, wondering if you had ever set it up again. He had asked you to delete it, since you had been getting constant DMs from guys asking you out, sending you unsolicited dick pics. You had agreed, even through you could have fought him or simply privated it.

You had deleted it, Jungkook knew now, because he asked you and you loved him.

It hurt to know that you loved him so dearly and he was too busy feeding his own ego to see it.

When Jungkook saw you again, you were surrounded by flowers.

Your profile picture was a close up shot of your beautiful face, golden sun against your skin, a white cosmos tucked behind your ear. He knew it was you. He could tell by the shape of your lips, the contours of your eyes, even through your eyes were closed. Wearing a white dress, the ruffles fluttering in the wind.

Jungkook was breathless, seeing you again. He scrolled through your pictures. They were mostly of flowers, with captions of how to grow them. Were you a florist now? Some of them were of you in different dresses, surrounded by blue sky and green summer. The smile on your face was so dazzling that he wondered who gave you that smile.

His heart wrenched uncomfortably in his chest.

Or maybe it wasn’t a someone.

There was a time when that smile was his. There was a time when he could make you smile like that, your lips saying his name breathlessly – “Jungkook, Jungkook, look at this!” – showing him something silly or giving him his favorite banana milk with special edition packaging, saying how cute it was, just like him.

He blinked and a droplet fell onto his phone.

Right on your smiling face, hand holding a large straw hat, your pink dress fluttering in the wind.

Jungkook wiped it away, swiping at his tears with the sleeve of his black sweatshirt, wondering why had he taken that smile for granted, why he had drifted away from the safe coast, why he had thought, even for a second, that the days and nights you spent cleaning after him meant that you were keeping yourself busy and away from him, not seeing it for what it was, not seeing that it was your love for him and his own sloppiness that left him here now, staring at your summer as his summer was torn from him by textbooks and lectures.

He shuddered, still looking at the pictures, not wanting to miss a moment, even if they weren’t his moments anymore.

One of your pictures was a bundle of seven white cosmos, a little wilted and sad-looking.

Jungkook read the caption.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t think you’re beautiful. Because there is someone out there who thinks you are. They use every resource they know to give you love, even if it’s clumsy at first. Even if you don’t think you need it or want it.

The tears were really coming now, streaming down his cheeks as Jungkook asked himself why, why did he give this up?

They celebrate you and your love instead of simply tolerating it.

-

You sat on the edge of the cliff, legs dangling over the side.

Your pink flats were right beside you, and your arms were resting on the wooden fence. The ocean breeze was strong here, salty and cold. But you didn’t feel the cold, because Kim Taehyung had wrapped a thick wool blanket around you two. It was already night, but by the seaside it was still chilly, even in the summer, due to the sea breeze.

He peeled the foil back on a roasted sweet yam, taking off some of the skin so you could bite into it. You tried to take it from him but he shook his head, frowning at you. You laughed and took a bite, scalding your mouth from how hot it was. But it still tasted good.

“I asked my parents if I could have it.”

You looked up at him, trying to blow the steaming air from your mouth in attempt to cool off.

“The cottage?”

Taehyung nodded, taking a bite and wincing. “You’ll never guess what they said.”

You smiled. “What did they say?”

He scowled. “Then pay rent!” He waved a hand to the seaside house behind you two. “They own it! Why do I have to pay rent? I’m their son!”

You giggled, hiding your mouth behind you hand. Taehyung angrily bit into the sweet yam again and choked, forgetting how hot it was. Your giggles turned into full-blown laughter, falling back onto the grass, wool softening your fall. Taehyung narrowed his eyes at you, shaking the yam furiously. The white moonlight glinted off the silver foil. He puffed his cheeks and sighed as your laughter faded out.

You looked up at the stars, realizing how clear the sky was here.

It was nothing like the city.

Even in darkness, the white stars shone against the black, bright and clear. You wouldn’t have seen them if you weren’t here, on your back and looking up at them.

“Anyway, they only said it was a hundred won, so I guess that’s fine,” Taehyung grumbled. “Really made me worried there for a second, sheesh.”

You turned your head to look up at him. “You going to live here?”

Taehyung shook his head.

“No, you are.”

You blinked, taken aback. He rewrapped the yam, determining it was too hot to eat right now. He gazed down at you, smiling a little.

“It’s better than that one room you have in that house. Safer too.”

You chewed on your lip. “But I can’t pay the amount I paid when I rented it…”

Taehyung poked you with the yam. “Weren’t you listening? The rent is a hundred won. No, two hundred for you, since I have to make some profit.”

He laid down next to you, eye to eye now, smile getting bigger.

“Although I hear there’s this annoying gardener that comes around every day caring for the plants.”

You were smiling now too, drawn by his cheeky, boxy grin.

“Really? I think he’s pretty cute. I think that’s how he gets away with it.”

His brown eyes locked with yours.

“Will you let me care for you too?”

The sound of the sea, crashing into the rockface, constructing a new memory for you.

“I know you’ll be much harder than a plant,” Taehyung murmured quietly. “Sorry, that’s a dumb thing to say, I meant–”

You pressed your lips against his, cold air chilling your cheeks, warmth spreading throughout your soul.

When you pulled away, breathless, Taehyung was staring at you, eyes wide. Those three words came to you, words that you thought you were never going to say again, words you had for someone else, but you knew this was the right one, the perfect flower.

The one who struggled to grow seven flowers.

White cosmos.

Just for you.

“I love you, Kim Taehyung.”

-

The next summer.

Seven flowers. White cosmos, bright, glowing, perfectly shaped. Surrounding your left hand. The ring finger held a princess-cut diamond surrounded by six tiny small ones like petals.

The caption.

He grew them perfectly this time.

Jeon Jungkook sighed heavily, placing his phone back in his pocket. The noise around him was loud, clattering and chattering, now a familiar atmosphere. The black bucket hat was low over his eyes, shrouding them. He pulled his face mask higher, hiding his features, not wanting to be recognized. Internet shame was enough; he didn’t need public shame as well. He already had to switch universities because of it.

Jungkook placed his hand back onto the subway rail, shouldering his backpack, staring out the train window at the black tunnel.

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masterpost

[descendantofthesparrow]

Interlude - Rewrite - POYW- Harry Hook x reader - Part 1 - New beginnings

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*felt like doing an episode entrance to this so deal with it*

-a shot of the isle pans across the screen with Descendants™ background music playing, before turning and panning across the ocean towards Auradon. It cuts to the dorms and fades into Evie and Mal's room, where Evie is shifting through a tall stack of papers.-

Evie turned her face towards her door as it suddenly opened and Mal stepped in “hey E, still at it?” Mal dropped her (Ben’s) letterman jacket on her bed and sat across from Evie, leaning over in the chair to take a look at the papers Evie was working on.

“yep” Evie let out a small sigh, giving Mal a small smile before looking back at the papers “I still can't believe Ben had to go through all of this just to get us six over, half of it is guardian responsibility shit”

Mal quirked her brow at that and reached out towards Evie, doing the ‘gimme’ motion. Evie handed her six sheets of paper, the front one reading;

'Application of guardianship

Child; Jay - parent; Jafar

Guardian applicant - Aladdin’

the rest of the paper was just info and numbers, all of which Mal didn’t bother to read. she set the paper down and continued to read.

'Application of guardianship

Child; Gil - parent; Gaston

Guardian applicant - Eugene Fitzherbert’

Evie took Jay's paper and set it down beside her, taking Gil’s as Mal set it down a moment later.

'Application of guardianship

Child; Evie - parent; Evil Queen aka. Queen Grimhilde

Guardian applicant - Ella Charming’

“who’s Ella?” Mal asked aloud, setting the paper on top of Evie's new pile and looking back at the last three.

“Cinderella” Evie answered lightly, grabbing her pen and crossing out a couple of lines on her paper “that’s why she was on our side during family day, I guess she already knew who we were”

“and here I thought it was because she knew what we went through” Mal snorted, drawing her thumb against her name on the paper.

'Application of guardianship

Child; Mal - parent; Maleficent

Guardian applicant - Megara’

Mal quirked her brow again, turning the papers towards Evie and pointing at the guardian’s name “who’s Megara?”

Evie took a quick glance and shrugged “no clue” Mal shrugged back and set the paper on the pile.

'Application of guardianship

Child; Carlos De’vil - parent; Cruella De’vil

Guardian applicant - Anita Radcliffe’

Mal let out a small hum at that, so the person who Carlos’ mother had hurt, had decided to be the guardian of Carlos?...cool, she knew that there were heroes that didn’t judge them for their parent's decisions but it was nice to know that some of those who had been directly affected held no bad blood against them.

'Application of guardianship

Child; Harry Hook  - parent; James Hook

Guardian applicant - Wendy Darling’

“huh” Mal snorted, setting the last paper on the pile, which Evie grabbed and straightened it and set it on her other side with the other read-through papers “Wendy Darling is Harry's guardian” Evie smiled at that.

“aw, cute…” then she snorted “I’m sorry the image of Harry wearing a baby blue sleep dress with a big pink bow on his head just came to mind” Mal covered her mouth and her forehead hit the desk as her body shook with laughter “I’m sorry” Evie giggled, leaning back in her chair and covering her eyes. “ahhh It won't leave~!”

“noooo Evie that’s going to be stuck in my head for like a month how dare you!” Mal screeched, lifting her head and reaching out to gently smack at Evie “I need bleach E, bleach!”

Evie pushed her hands away and shook her head “I’d rather you not go blind M” Mal just pouted and sunk back in her chair “also, I do need to get back to work so?” Mal sat up and gestured to the papers, picking up the pile Evie had set aside and starting to read, wanting to be involved in the program.

The room was silent other than the occasional shift of papers and scratch of a pen. Then mal popped her head back up to look at Evie, who glanced up at Mal and quirked her brow.

“oh, I heard you got appointed captain of the science league!” Mal grinned as Evie's entire face brightened, her eyes sparkling.

“yeah! I don’t even know how it happened, but Doug told me about this little contest with chemistry and I joined and I guess the winner got to be captain? But yes! And there's a championship after school starts up again!” Mal hummed with interest, leaning on her hand and listening intently as Evie went into her usual rambles.

“so it basically like that math league thing Carlos did for like two months, they ask us questions and stuff like that, and there's a physical part to it as well, the captain and three others on the team compete with the other team with an unknown challenge to create a certain chemical or other, last year they were challenged to make a chemical reaction, and our team won with making foam volcanos with beakers, all different colors, they had to make the chemicals used and everything from scratch with the bases they were given”

“that’s dope” Mal responded simply, not knowing what to say but wanting to keep Evie engaged.

“I know right!” Evie giggled, clapping her hands together slightly “we actually did the same experiment a bit before summer break started, we also launched soda bottles into the sky!”

Mal grinned at that “and yes I will show you how to do it, though I’m keeping the mentos away from you” Mal shook her head slightly, setting down the papers in her left hand and stretching.

“gah~” she glanced out the window, groaning at how dark it was already getting “wow how long have we been at this?” Evie pushed in her rambling and looked outside, gasping as she saw what Mal was talking about. It wasn’t pitch black, but the sun was beginning to set.

“holy shit how long have we been at this?” she pulled out her phone and bit her lip “it’s already dinner time!” Mal shoot up at that and grabbed her (Ben’s) jacket and slid it on, walking over to the door while looking back at Evie.

“come on! (y/n) said it was spaghetti night with garlic-ow!” the door opened in Mal's face, smacking her in the nose and making her stumble back.

“Mal!” Doug winched, swiftly closing the door and reaching out to the whining half-fae “shoot I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were behind the door!”

“knock next time” Mal muttered from behind her hands, her eyes screwed as pain thumped from her nose.

“I will I will- I’m so sorry” Doug stressed, pulling back slightly as Mal waved him off.

“forgiven, it was an accident.” Mal pulled her hand off her nose and wiggled it, looking towards Evie and Doug with raised brows “well?”

“no blood” Evie chirped, quickly organizing the papers and grabbing  her bag, slinging it over her shoulder and grabbing onto Mal's hand to pull her out of the room “come on, I’m starving~”

“that’s what I came to get you for” Doug spoke up, stepping up next to Evie as the three of them made their way to the cafeteria “I noticed the two of you weren’t there yet and I didn’t want you to miss dinner”

“thank you, Doug,” Evie cooed, Mal leaned forward a bit to smile at Doug

“what she said” Doug smiled back and nodded.

“no problem” it was a quick walk to the cafeteria, and when they entered Mal immediately separated from Evie and got in line, bouncing on her heels as the smell of garlic bread hit her.

Evie walked over to the table that was occupied by the vks and set her bag in-between Jay and Gil. “hi~” she sang, before spinning around and joining Mal in the line.

You looked up from your food for a moment, eyeing Evie's bag for a moment for no other reason than knowing she always had peppermint puffs in them before going back to eating.

The table was mostly silent other than Gil and Jay talking about their next season of tourney, Carlos typing away on his laptop, and Harry's foot tapping on the floor.

A few moments later Mal and Evie joined the five of you at the table, Evie taking her bag off the seat and taking its place, while Mal plopped next to Carlos and immediately starting slurping up her spaghetti “those etiquette lessons really didn't do much huh Mal~” Evie teased, laughing as Mal glared at her and knocked her wrists together twice.

“I should have never introduced you to friends” you laughed, setting down your fork and grabbing your drink, deciding to change the subject as Evie and Mal started to throw fake ‘fuck you’ signs “before you and Evie start fake flipping each other off, how was your first day of therapy Mal?”

Mal paused for a moment, pursing her lips “it was….therapy? I don’t know how to answer that?”

You shrugged in response “well, did it feel awkward? Did the therapist push you too much? Or was it just kinda…okay?” Mal looked at you for a moment before looking at her hands in thought.

“it…the most we did today was just getting to know each other, something about me being comfortable was the entire point of the therapy thing, and that I should only tell her things if I feel like it, that I should never feel forced to tell her things” you smiled at that, reaching over to squeeze her shoulder gently.

“then it was a great first session, now just remember it's twice a week, okay?” Mal snorted, gently slapping off your hand.

“yeah yeah, ever since cotillion E’s been helping me make a schedule so my brain doesn’t break again from trying to remember every single thing” Evie nodded in confirmation and tossed a meatball in her mouth.

“Nice, speaking of Evie, how's the going through the shit ton of papers?” you asked with a teasing smile, laughing as Evie kicked at your leg with a pout.

“Exhausting” Evie sighed, slumping into her hand and pushing around her food slightly “I've only gotten through half of it and that was all guardian stuff!” the rest of the vks raised their brows at that.

“Guardian?” Carlos asked, closing his laptop slightly “what do you mean guardian”

You took the chance to explain since Evie might’ve not known the exact reason why the vks had guardians “It was one of the demands of the council; because you guys are underage, you needed a legal adult to claim you just in case something happened, and since your parents are on the isle and can't come off, Ben asked some adults in Auradon to be your guardians. essentially if any of you land in the hospital and need to be signed out by a legal guardian, they’ll come to do that”

The vks nodded slowly, then turned to Evie “Sooo who are they?” Gil asked, biting down on a garlic cheese biscuit.

Evie shrugged slightly “Um, well mine’s Cinderella” the others gave her a look “I know, I don’t think Chad knows, um, Mal’s is a woman named Megara” Mal butt in for a moment.

“Have no clue who that is by the way” you laughed at that, Mal turning to you with curious eyes.

“I know, Megara is Hercules wife, like, daughter-in-law of Zeus and all that” Mals jaw dropped a bit as she nodded.

“Oh…alrighty then…oh wait! The one that had a deal with Hades n stuff?!” you nodded at that.

“The same” Gil perked up and asked you who was his guardian “um, Eugene Fitzherbert, Harry’s is Wendy Darling” Harry did a small spit take at that “Yeah that’s why she was nice on family day love” you chuckled, patting his pat as he coughed out his apple juice. “um, Carlos your guardian is Anita Radcliffe, and yes the one that your mom stole the puppies from” Carlos looked at you with utterly confused eyes “I know sounds weird, anyway, Jay's guardian is Aladdin” Jay's food dropped back on his plate as he stared at you “Yeah something about ‘knowing what you had gone through’ and all that…I just realized we're going to have to go through all of that guardian shit again” you groaned slightly, rubbing your face in frustration, you had spent several late nights with Ben just going through the, though scarce, application paperwork for the vks.

The council had made it hell to get the first six vks over to Auradon, Ben only being able to pull through it thanks to it being his first proclamation. But now since it was turning into more of a program than a proclamation, the council would probably make it hard again.

“Why?” Gil asked, frowning as you let out a frustrated puff of air.

“Well as I said, for you six to come, you had to have guardians, and we were damn lucky to find six adults who didn’t hold a grudge against yall for your parents, and…wait how old is Harriet?” you suddenly sat up straight as the realization came to you.

“um,” Harry tapped the table as he mentally counted “she a little younger than the isle…she was born in September so…18 righ’ now” you grinned “wha’?”

“She's a legal adult” it took a moment for the rest of the table to realize what you were talking about but it hit them a moment later.

“Harriet can be a guardian!” Evie sang happily, clapping her hands together in excitement “Oh, wait!” she stopped, pursing her lips slightly “Um, I hadn’t gotten to that part of the papers yet, how many kids to a guardian?”

“Two at most, if they aren’t biologically related to you, Harriet is automatically CJ and Harry's guardian when she comes, so then technically Harry you’ll have two, so possibly we can have Harriet sign up to be the twin's guardian…how old is Sammy?” Harry furrowed his brows in thought then snapped his fingers.

“In two months, he’s turning 18” you hummed as you tapped your finger against your chin.

“I don’t want to wait that long unless we have to, I guess for Sammy and Dizzy we’ll just have to find some more people willing to be guardians or see if any of yours are willing to be responsible for another kid.”

A flash of pink caught your eye as the table delved into “New vks” talk and you looked up to see Audrey walking into the food line, her posture stiff. You shared a look with Ben, who was at a table with his friends, and stood, dragging your hand across Harry's back as you did, and walked over to the girl.

“Audrey?” she jumped slightly, her honey-brown eyes widening as she realized it was you “Hi, when did you get back from the cottage?” she shrugged slightly, stepping forward in line as it moved.

“A couple hours ago, I stayed a bit longer after Chad helped fix my tire at the request of my godmothers” she gave you a small, though strained, smile “um, how you been?” you shrugged, nodding back towards the vks.

“Eh, we’ve been going over the thousands of papers to start on the next round of vks, I’m tired as fuck but ill deal with it” Audrey let out a soft laugh and the two of you walked a bit as the food line moved again.

“Grammie talked about that…” you could sense the frustration behind her words, meaning her grandmother had gone off about your attempts about more vks the entire time and Audrey didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

“Sorry about that, um, did you hear Ben and Mal broke up?” Audrey just shrugged.

“yeah, my Grammy went insane over it, something about me having a clear chance with Ben again but I did my best to ignore her ya know?” you grinned at that, it seemed you had broken through some of her grandmothers hold on her, and were slowly removing the idea that she was responsible in being the sole provider of status In her family “cause I remembered what you said when Ben originally broke up with me, and I was kinda mentally like ‘well it’s not my job and I don’t care?’ and I realized as I was there….I don’t…think about Ben that way anymore” Audrey gave you a small smile, glancing back towards Ben as she did “instead of those butterflies I always got when I think of him... it's just….normal, like when I was a kid and dating wasn’t even a thing in my head…its…nice” her smile grew a bit “oh um,” she pointed at the line, which the two of you were almost at the trays

You smiled and patted her shoulder “no problem, I’m glad you doing good Audrey, it would have been nice to see you at cotillion, but I understand if that would have been hard” she nodded and grabbed a tray, waving you off as you walked back to the vks table and sat back down next to Harry.

“When did Audrey get back?” Mal asked, finishing off her garlic bread and glancing between you and Audrey.

“a couple hours ago” you responded simply, stabbing your last two meatballs and stuffing them in your mouth.

“oh” Mal looked between you and Audrey before going back to her food “okay, I just haven’t seen her all day then”

“for a second there I thought you were going to go fight or something” you joked, smiling a bit as Mal shook her head adamantly.

“heck no, why would I go out of my way to antagonize her?...well I mean I probably would have a couple months ago but…that would be just weird and…how would you say it? Out of character?” Carlos snorted at that “what?”

“Nothing I was just remembering how you went blonde and pastel for several months and that wasn’t ‘out of character’ for you?” Carlos used hand quotes as he spoke, laughing as Mal reached over the table to smack at him.

“Ney! I was having an identity crisis! I’m allowed to do out-of-character shit like that!”

“Switching the topic again” Jay interrupted, laughing slightly as Mal and Carlos continued to smack at each other “how's the search for Uma going?” Harry and Gil perked up at that. Mal stopped smacking Carlos and let out a low groan. “No luck?”

“not a tentacle in sight” she leaned on her palm “Then again I haven’t really been on the search party as of late, something about my school and everything else being more important”

“Do you think we’ll find her?” Evie asked, furrowing her brows as Mal shrugged “Well we have to soon, won't we? I mean she's a danger to Auradon” Evie squeaked a bit as she caught Harry and Gil's glare, your hand gently pushing on Harry's arm to prevent any…messes “Why are you two looking at me like that?”

“You called their friend a dangerous person, I think they are allowed to be a little pissed” you hummed, turning to Harry and giving him a look. He huffed and pouted down at the last of his dinner.

“But she spelled Ben? And she tried to get FGs wand to take control of Auradon!” Evie pushed, flinching back a bit as you looked at her with unamused eyes.

“Hypocrite much?” Carlos laughed a bit through his nose at your snark, looking down at his laptop as Evie, Mal, and Jay looked at you slightly confused “Oh come on you three, you can't have forgotten what you did only 7 months ago? You also spelled Ben, you also tried to get the want to control Auradon. You’re the kettle calling the pot black, Uma may have gone around the entire thing differently but all in all, she had the exact same plan as you six did.”

Mal, Evie, and Jay looked at each other uncomfortably before they looked at Carlos, who just rose his brow as if he was saying ‘you really gonna act like you’re better than her? Really? “She's right you know” Carlos hummed, looking back at his summer project “Uma is hardly different to us when we first came here, if the roles were reversed, I’m sure she would say the same about us”

Mal pouted for a moment before she closed her eyes and took a deep breath “I…suppose so” she grumbled, crossing her arms, Carlos just looked at her.

“Mal, you two have been at each other's throats since you were 10, most of it was you going after her, and her retaliating. I think it's time you let it go” Mal opened her mouth to argue but Harry glared at her, making her snap her mouth shut.

“I know yeh are tryin ta be better yeh imp, but tryin’ ta demonize Uma fer something yeh started is not helping yeh in meh books” Harry snarled, he and Mal having a glare off as tension raised at the table.

“Okay okay, that’s enough” you gently pushed Harrys face away from Mal and snapped your fingers in front of her face, making her blink wildly in surprise “I don’t want a bloodbath in the cafeteria please, anyway, Mal if I remember correctly, you did start the whole rivalry debacle, and I know why you did the whole stupid ‘shrimpy’ thing. It was just because your mother was an idiot and you need to leave that shit behind, if you continue to see Uma as a villain, that’s all she’ll ever be, it’s the same with you six, if the people of Auradon saw you as villains that’s what you would have become, and don’t try to tell me otherwise because I know exactly what went down on family day.”

The vks cringed at the mention of the horrid day. “I know, but you six were having doubts about your plans and then family day came along, so in turn, you decided to go through with everything. It’s the same with Uma, if you push her towards the label of Villain, she’ll accept it and rain hell on you and Auradon. So, you need to let your dumb rival shit go and see Uma as she really is, a troubled teen who has only had her mother's guidance on life and has been taught evil her entire life. Guess who that sounds like?” Mal sighed, crossing her arms and pouting at the table “hmm?”

“me” Mal finally admitted, closing her eyes “it sounds exactly like me”

“and me” Evie muttered, scratching her cheek as her eyes watered slightly at the memories of her mother surfaced.

“I’m sorry if that brought up bad memories but you three, mostly Mal and Evie, Jay you’ve been quiet but I could tell you were agreeing with everything” Jay winced at that “were acting like you are better than Uma when you’re not, she's just in the spot you all were in before and just after you came to Auradon.”

The vks were silent for a moment, the only sound being the usual noise of the cafeteria and Carlos typing away on his laptop. “and any new groups of VK’s we bring over may have the same mindset you six had when you originally came, but that doesn’t mean they shouldn’t get a chance, showing them kindness and that the path that their parents showed them is not the only way to live is our best bet to safely getting more kids off while not accidentally destroying Auradon in the process, but as far as I know, Uma is a big symbol to the kids, just as you six were, if you accept her, the other kids will be more willing to come, and less willing to follow their parent's orders. But first, you need to get over your shit with her”

Harry and Gil smiled at you, as the other four stared at you for a moment before Mal sighed and nodded “she’s right…as much as I don’t want to hear it, you’re right…fine, I’ll see if or when we find Uma, she is not booted back to the isle…I’m pretty sure Ben wasn't planning on doing that in the first place, he’s pretty adamant in giving her a chance”

Suddenly Ben's smiling face appeared behind Evie, looking at the seven at you “I heard my name?”

“We were talking about Uma and the vks” you said quickly, saving the others from attempting to cover up the conversation, even though they didn’t have to (it was a habit they had a hard time getting rid of)

“ah,” Ben hummed, glancing at his watch “yeah, that’s a…whole thing right there that we don’t have time to get into right now but!” he clapped his hands and looked from you to Evie “after you two are finished, if you could come to my office with the list? I want to get started on the new group as soon as possible and I need names and parents.”

You both nodded and watched as Ben smiled back and walked out of the cafeteria and back to his office to do his kingly duties. “I just realized the council might also prove some trouble in getting more kids off” you sighed, leaning into your hand again. The vks gave you a confused look “well you all know they have been why it’s been several months since you guys came and there have been no more vks. then Harry and I kept trying to get meetings with Ben to talk about the vks, but almost every time he either had a council meeting or”

you gestured to Mal, who winced “had a date with Mal, which I’m still pissed at him for doing that, but anyway” you waved off the mention of Bens agitating routine “even though it was stupid, they kept giving the argument that you six were a rarity in the whole of vks, and that we would risk the destruction of Auradon every time we took a group of vks off, and they kept voting to postpone the continuation of Bens vk transfer program. And they might keep doing with and succeed; and I hate saying this, thanks to Uma’s rampage at Cotillion.”

Evie grit her teeth slightly in anger, there were so many innocent kids on the isle that never deserved to be there and deserved a chance at a real-life, it wasn’t fair that the old geezers of the council would doom so many of them just because of one “bad” egg

You finished off your drink and slammed the cup onto your tray, standing with it and nodding towards the door “well I’m done, and I want to get this started and finished quickly” you leaned down and kissed Harry’s cheek as Evie nodded, quickly eating the last of her garlic bread and handing you her tray as you reached for it and went to go stash them away.

“bye, guys!” Evie called, the two of you running out of the cafeteria and towards her room to grab all the needed paperwork and the list.

-

“and if possible, I want to start on getting fresh food and other basic necessities shipped to the island” you finished, Ben immediately nodded at your request, writing it off on his notepad and underlining it.

 “Sometimes I still can't believe my father let rotten food and garbage be their source of well…everything” Ben sighed, leaning back in his chair and holding his head.

“yeah…” you took a moment for Ben to process what was going through his mind before continuing “Because If we’re not able to get any kids off sooner than later, I want them to have a bit better of a living situation during the waiting period” Ben nodded again, sitting straight again and grabbing some of the papers Evie had revised and gone over.

“We might have to sneak around the council for some of this stuff, we all know that most of them hold a grudge against the vks for some reason, one of them being Audrey’s grandmother, and we all know what she's like” you and Evie shared a grimace.

“yeah…wait hold the phone” you waved your hands around, stopping the two from their work “Ben the council couldn’t vote on stopping the original transfer program, right? Since it was your first proclamation?” Ben nodded, leaning back a bit as a sharp grin bloomed on your face and you slammed your hands on the desk “This technically still counts as your first proclamation, they have no say on if you can or cannot bring more vks over! All we have to do is follow the steps you did last time and just…bring ‘em over! We might have some problems after that but fuck ‘em!” Ben stared at you for a moment, trying to realize what you were saying before it hit him.

“They can't vote on my first proclamation! They can only put rules on it! And since we closed ruling on it before you guys came” he pointed to Evie “they can't add any more rules! It's perfect!” “Let the bullshitting commence~!!!” you cackled. Lifting your hands in the air and spinning around “and if they try to send ‘em back because we went behind their backs, we can pull the fucking family card on ‘em!” Ben and Evie looked at you confused

 “Harriet and CJ?! If they try to send them back for whatever shit reason you can just go” your voice drifted into a false light tone as you mocked Ben “ ‘oh, are you really going to send back these kids and separate a family?’ and just have Harry do that doe eye thing he does scarily well and BOOM! Six new vks here to stay~”

Evie stared at you while Ben did a mini celebration dance “(y/n) I now understand why Harry and Gil tell us not to piss you off, you are scary” you grinned at that and bowed.

“Thank you~ I do take pride in terrifying those who don’t understand my brilliance~”

Ben laughed a bit, turning back to his desk and pulling out the guardian applications “so what are we going to do about the guardians? (y/n) you mentioned something about Harriet being CJ’s guardian automatically so we wouldn’t need one for CJ?” you nodded, sitting back down in one of Bens cushy chairs.

“yeah, dunno if it’ll fully work out though so we should still pick out a guardian for her. And if it's possible, that Harriet could also be the twin's guardian, if I’m remembering correctly since Harriet is CJ’s biological guardian which in turn makes her CJ’s legal guardian, she could technically sign up to have two more kids under her name” Ben hummed slightly, shuffling through a stack of papers.

“i’mmm not sure, I think it’s possible, but what do we do about Dizzy and Sammy? They are both underage, aren’t they? And Harriet can’t be their guardian either” 

you sighed, leaning back in your chair and rubbing your head “We can ask if any of the current guardians would be okay with being responsible for another vk, but I don’t know if they will go for it”

Ben glanced up at the clock and groaned “it's already almost curfew guys, I say we leave this for now and come back with fresh minds, it'll be easier to think when we're not dead tired”

“agreed” you and Evie chuckled, grabbing your things and waving Ben goodnight, walking back to your dorms.

“This is going to be a whole thing, isn’t it?” Ben sighed, shifting through the new vk applications, and Evie's two pound list, setting Harriet and CJs on top of Harry's file “but It’ll be worth it in the end”

-end of part 1-

part 1 yall~! we did it~!!!! i think to give myself some time to write the parts, ill be posting once a week, possibly on Saturdays (as to not post at the same time as @disneyfan50​ because they post on Fridays with their amazing true defender fic and i don't want to possibly take away any of the stage from them that they so deserve because their writing is incredible and i’ll stop lol-) but yeah, Mini-series, here it is!!! i hope i’m doing good on the core fours characterization, and Mal’s, they are all still learning (while Carlos is a bit ahead of them because I've always seen him as the most emotionally mature) and unlearning stuff from the isle and Mal is learning to see that Uma and she arent really that different and Mal needs to stop being a hypocrite over things that Uma did that Mal did 6 months before her. :/

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[princessjungeun]

We’ll Be The Stars: Ryujin x Reader

Request: Helloo. Can I please request a scenario with Itzy's Ryujin where her s/o is also an idol. The two haven't felt each others presences for quite a while now due to their busy schedules. One night, Ryujin surprises her s/o and took her star gazing. All those cute shit y'know. Ryujin's a sweet talker, wbk.

ITZY was in the midst of preparing for a comeback, it had been months since Not Shy and they were finally given word about their next era. Although all of the girls were excited about the new era, especially excited to see fans reactions, they were already exhausted.

The five girls were working day in and out from around 8 AM until sometimes as late as 10 pm. Despite this they managed to complete every day with a smile on their faces even if they felt the opposite.

Your group was nearing the end of their promotional trail. It’s been three and a half weeks of music shows, variety shows, and other obligations. In addition to this both your group and Ryujin’s were performing at awards shows at the end of the month.

All of this being said the two of you haven’t been physically present for one another in weeks. As much as you both wanted to see each other, you were both just too busy to even run off for a minute.

Your girlfriend would text you every morning to make sure you were alright and rested for the day ahead. She tended to put aside her own problems and thoughts, only wanting to make sure that you were okay.

In return you would text or call Ryujin at night, making sure she was fine after a long day of work. She would always say the same thing:

“I’m fine baby don’t worry about me.”

But by the exhaustion in her voice you could tell she was struggling to keep her eyes open while she talked to you.

Much to her luck she and the rest of her members were released at 6pm from work. Their dance instructor had to run home for a family emergency, freeing the girls for the rest of the night.

Ryujin immediately pulled out her phone to let you know, wondering if there was any chance that she’d be able to see you.

Just as you and your members were in the vs. to head back to the dorms, one of your members passed you your phone. “Unnie, Ryujin unnie is calling you.”

You answered, “hi baby what’s up?”

Ryujin smiled, happy to hear your voice for the first time in two days, “hey I have good news.”

You sat up in your seat, “and what might that be?”

She replied, you could hear the happiness in her tone, “I’m off for the rest of the night.”

You beamed, “No way! Our performance on The Show got cancelled before we even arrived! Our manager is even letting us have the night off too!”

Ryujin asked, her voice softening, you could tell she was getting slightly shy so she was probably around her members. “C-can I see you? I miss seeing you these days...”

You replied, “of course. I’ll be over around 8. In the mean time please take a nap, I know you’re tired.”

Ryujin responded, “alright I will. I’ll see you in a bit.”

The moment you hung up all six of your members started to tease you. Being the only one in a relationship that they all know about you are an easy target for teasing.

Not wanting to answer any more questions, you slipped in your earbuds. It only took three minutes and one acoustic Sza song to knock you out like a light.

“Y/N-ah. Wake up we’re back at the dorm.” Your leader woke you up,helping you sleepily get out of the van.

The seven of you all made your way up to the dorms, three of your members heading to theirs while the other four including you went to the other. While two of your members bickered over who was going to shower first, you flopped on your bed and checked the time. You’d have to head over to Ryujin’s in 45 minutes which was long enough for a 30 minute nap because you were still tired.

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•

The 30 minutes was exactly what you needed because right when you woke up you felt more energetic than before. It could also be due to the fact that you get to see your girlfriend you’ve been apart from for weeks but either way, you are awake now.

You pulled on your jacket and grabbed your phone before telling your members that you were heading out. The walk to Ryujin’s dorm wasn’t far, only 15 minutes apart from yours.

When you arrived and Ryujin let you in, you could tell all of them were exhausted. Lia was long passed out on the couch, Yeji was massaging her muscles next to a sleeping Lia. Chaeryeong was off somewhere in her room presumably and Yuna was passed out in front of her school books in the kitchen.

Ryujin slipped her hand in yours and asked, “are you ready?”

You nodded before the two of you headed out, she led you down the street not telling you where you were headed.

“Where are we going?” You asked curiously, turning your head trying to recognize buildings as you passed by.

Ryujin stated, “you wouldn’t know even if I told you, so you’ll see when we get there.”

She dragged you ten blocks to a gigantic skyscraper, pulling you inside she waved to the front desk security woman before leading you to the elevator.

“What building is this? Are we allowed to be in here?” You asked as she pressed the button for the top floor.

Your girlfriend laughed, “it’s fine, my aunt’s best friend is some big executive here. Plus I made friends with the security lady a few months ago. I’ve wanted to bring you here for a while actually.”

She led you up a flight of stairs before pushing a large metal door that led out to the roof. The top of the building was plain, just painted grey by a poor paint job.

You looked around and asked, “what? Are we in the right place?”

Ryujin gasped, “wait I think it’s actually THAT building.” She pointed to the building adjacent from you all. The top of that building having a very high end decorated rooftop.

You looked at her ready to bitch and moan but before you did she laughed, I’m just messing with you. Yes we’re in the right spot.”

She asked, “do you see it?”

You looked around in a circle, only seeing the tops of other buildings around the two of you. Shaking your head you told her, “no, I don’t see anything. What is it?”

She stepped behind you, hugging your waist and pulling you closer to her body. Her lips brushed your ear as she spoke, “it’s not what, baby. It’s where. Look up.”

You did as she said and you saw it, the sky full of stars and the moon glowing brighter. A small gasp left your lips, “woah...”

She let go of your waist and sat down on the ground, you followed after her and laid down, resting your head on her chest. You reached for her hand and laced her fingers with yours, her thumb rubbing the top of your palm.

You two could only enjoy the stars for an hour before it started to rain. Despite you jumping up, Ryujin stayed on the ground still looking at the sky. The drizzle picked up and Ryujin finally got up once you asked her to twice.

However when you tried to go back she grabbed your arm. You whined, “we’re gonna get sick, Ryujinnieeeee!”

Your girlfriend shrugged and said, “we can leave...but first slow dance with me.”

You asked, “are you serious?”

She nodded and pulled you closer to her, as your hands wrapped around her neck, hers held your waist. The two of you held each other close, the rain falling around you, that being the only sound filling your ears.

Ryujin suddenly started speaking, “you know...sometimes I look at you and I get confused. I don’t understand how I of all people ended up with someone like you. Everything about you is just...like nobody i’ve ever met. I love you more than all the stars in the sky.”

You felt your cheeks burn up out of embarrassment, thankfully her cheek was resting on you shoulder so she couldn’t see.

After a while the two of you ended up shivering in the cold. You got back to your group’s dorm and decided to take showers and change. Half of the clothes in her wardrobe were yours anyways, what was one more hoodie and pair of pants?

She pulled you onto your bed, just as she was about to pull the blankets up her phone buzzed. Your girlfriend quickly checked it, her smile growing as she read the message.

When she put her phone down you asked, “what’s got you so happy?”

Ryujin replied, “our choreographer said everything is fine at home, she cancelled for tomorrow though and said we get the day off. So we get a mini break.”

You asked with a smile, “so that means you can spend the night?”

She nodded, pulling the blankets up and over herself and you as she curled into your chest. Your arm rested on her waist, she played with your fingers absentmindedly. Gently, you kissed her temple, earning a small giggle from her. You smiled as you saw her cheeks blush pink, her ears burning red as well.

You told her, “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy...we haven’t been able to do this anymore.”

Ryujin replied, “don’t worry about it. I know what it’s like, we’re both idols with hectic schedules. But really please don’t feel bad about it. I feel your presence in my heart all the time. Plus you’re on my mind all the time, so even if I can’t see you, I feel like you’re always with me.

You groaned, “god you’re so good at that...it should be cheesy and lame but it still makes my heart flutter.”

Ryujin smiled and said, “you know you love it.”

You playfully flicked her arm, “hush.”

[cherrypoki]

• Golden Hue

➵ Summary: A small series of events leads to you spending your free afternoon on a hill with your friend Gundham Tanaka

➵ Pairing: Gundham Tanaka/ Female! Reader

➵ Genre: Fluff, Friends To Lovers, Bonding, Deep Talk, Mutual Pining,

➵ Word Count: 1.637k 

➵ Y/N’s Talent: Unspecified 

➵ Authors Note: AHDIHDHKBD IM SORRY I CANNOT WRITE GUNDHAM DIALOG FOR SHIT SO IM SORRY DONT ATTACK ME IM TRYING SKDSJDBJJHB

Exhaustion.

That was the only you could way you could describe how you felt. A deep lethargy had lay to rest in your body and etched itself into your bones. 

School was always making you work hard but this part week had really overworked you. Finally the weekend was coming up and all you wanted to do was lie down and sleep forever until you were nothing but a memory.

But life has a funny way of changing things. 

You see, you never were supposed to be outside at the park in the first place. But before you could get to your dorm you had been stopped by Mahiru to talk to you about being a model for some of her cottage-core photos, then when you finally got to your dorm you realised you had locked your keys inside your dorm. and when you went to find the ultimate lock-pick you were stopped by another one of your friends who was looking for their missing dog.

And that’s how you ended up at the park at 7:38pm 

The sun was starting to hang low in the sky and you couldn’t see anyone else at the park except for your friend who was climbing the statue and yelling out their dogs name. And not to be rude but you wanted to hurry up and find this dog so you could go home. Hearing a bark in the distance past the trees you yelled to your friend who must’ve heard the same thing as they jumped down from the statue and ran toward the noise, Before they did turning at you to yell 

“please stay here in case I’m wrong!”

So now there you were. Alone in the park and waiting for your friend to come back. Tired and beginning to hit the wall as they say you slowly walked over to the nearby hill, somehow managing to make it to the top without falling over. Flopping into the grass you lay down.

You didn’t even hear footsteps until someone lay right next to you. 

“Hello There Mortal”

Ah, Your lips twisted into a small smile as there was only one person you knew who had that mixture of the way they talked and how deep their voice was. 

Gundham Tanaka. 

Right then you couldn’t even be bothered to lift your head so you kept your eyes closed and smiled in awareness. 

“Hey Gundham”

“Our meeting must have been foreseen by the elder gods as I have been thinking about our last meeting”

The last time you’d seen Gundham was a few weeks ago when one of his Four Dark Devas had wandered off and ended up in your room. Your roommate (having a cat) was not fond of this as San-D nearly became San-Dead if it wasn’t for you recognising him and deciding to bring him back to his master. But the fact that as soon as the hamster saw you it decided to jump at you and hide in your clothes. 

To be honest even though you were friends you hadn’t seen each other in a while. But neither one of you saw the need to explain or give your excuses. You both were ultimate's at Hopes Peek Academy of course you weren’t always gonna have time to hang out. But seeing this moment as a chance to catch up you slowly opened your eyes and had the pleasure of getting an eye full of a beautiful lemonade pink sky. And as a soft wind blew making the flowers and grass tickle your sides you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this okay. 

“How’s life been treating you?” You craned your head lightly to see the boys face. His eyes fixated on the sky he answered you without much thought. 

“As well as life at this academy can be”

Nodding you turned your head back to face the sky. 

“Have you ever thought about the fact that when we’re looking at the sky we’re not just looking at the sky but out into space and far far into the universe?”

Shaking his head he seemed to change the way he looked at the sky as if he was considering what you just said.

“Well is there any proof that any of this matters and were not living on a giant dog write now? For all we know we could be made up things in San-D’s head”

He chuckled at that. And a tiny head poked out of his scarf as if it had heard its name. You wouldn’t be shocked if he did recognise his name given how amazing Gundhams Ham- uh Devas were. 

Crawling across the grass and onto the chest the tiny creature looked down at you and feeling a laugh rise from your gut you dramatically gasped and threw your hand over your head.  “I have been defeated”

You couldn’t see from the angle but were pretty sure Gundham was rolling his eyes as the rest of the Devas seemed to want to join in on the conquering of planet (Y/N) as Cham-P waddled over to you and crawled on top of you as well while Maga-Z and Jum-P seemed to be happy on Gundhams head and chest. 

“If we are all living in Sand-D’s head I can guarantee that I would be ruling over everyone as the supreme leader of the Tanaka Empire!”

You giggled slightly, Even when the two of you were alone if was rare of him to break character, which is why it was a shock when he said 

“Maybe all of this is just in our heads”

But you learned not to make a big deal of it when Gundham dropped some of his walls. You wanted to make him comfortable so whether he was Tanaka the Forbidden One or just Gundham you still talked to him like you were (Y/N).

“I heard about a thing called Solipsism, It’s basically a theory where everything you see is created by your own mind like you said”

“Oh really?” He titled his head quizzically, which looked a bit weird since he was lying on the ground but he still managed to pull it off. Swatting at your leg feeling something itch before realising it was just one of the flowers you turned your head to look at him once more. A deep feeling of happiness set into your gut as you began to realise how much you’d missed Gundham, even just talking to him like this made you feel so....whole. Even though you hadn’t known each other as long as others at the school have. You’d only known each other for about a year now it definitely didn’t feel like it. 

To say that you bonded easier with Gundham than the others would be an understatement. An odd testament when you realise exactly how different Gundham is to the rest of your classmates. But to you, that just made him more approachable. 

Yawning slightly you leaned up, putting your arm on the ground next to him hovering over his head. Picking one of the flowers you smile lazily as you tucked it behind his ear. 

“It’s very hard to explain so to cut it short its basically the belief that nothing outside your mind exists”

Laying back down you couldn’t but laugh, There was a deep pink tint to his cheek. Though you couldn’t tell whether it was from the sunset or a blush at first you managed when the sky changed from pink to orange, and then the hue lighting his face was almost golden. But the pink was still there, and it matched with the flower you’d put behind his ear very nicely. 

“If everything around me is my imagination your the best thing I could come up with”

If you weren’t sure his cheeks were pink before you were now. And you began to worry you’d overstepped your bounds. Moving to quickly get up and apologise but his hand reached out across your stomach and slowly pulled you back down onto the grass with him. Turning your head back to face him you saw one of his rare smiles, though he had pulled his scarf up past his mouth you looked over at Jum-P on his chest and couldn’t help but giggle at the hamsters knowing look. 

His hand reached out and picked a flower, but he must’ve lingered with it in his hand for to long as Maga-Z jumped off his head and and grabbed it out of his hand, crawling over to you and pushing it behind your ear. 

His voice came out a little muffled due to the scarf over his mouth but you still heard him well enough. 

“Tell me more about that theory”

➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵

Epilogue:

It was pretty dark by the time the two of you decided to go back to your dorms. And it was only halfway there you remembered.

“Fuck!”

Gundham looked over at you confused. 

“What’s wrong?”

You sighed, “Shit I forgot my dorm room is locked, I was supposed to go find a locksmith but then my friend needed help finding her dog-”

He interrupted your rambling by grabbing your hand. 

“You can spend the night at mine”

By now you were used to Gundham talking normally. But you shook your head.

“I couldn't-”

“You’ve got nowhere to go, As long as you don’t mind a few animals you can stay with me”

You looked up at him, he was already pulling you toward his dorm. 

“I’m not leaving someone I care about in the cold when I can help”

As he opened the door to his dorm a smile stretched onto your face. You had to remember to thank your friend later, and give her dog a snack. 

[michaelmyersmalewife]

the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat 1/?

- sephiroth/reader

- sfw

“The hell, man?”

With a sharp jerk of your wrists, you flipped the headset above your eyes, roughly shoving your hair up at the crown that gave you the vague appearance of a hastily arranged bird’s nest. Seconds ago, you were cutting down Shinra grunts on the Midgar highway like they were nothing but flowers. And now you were standing in a dome, adrenaline still buzzing through your veins. As the sim around you dissolved in a shower of 1’s and 0’s, the source of the interruption blotted out the light from the training room’s exit. Standing across from you - draped in black and wearing a grave face that would’ve made a skeleton shiver - was your mentor.

Sephiroth was an obelisk of a man, tall and lean and not unlike one of the statues you’d see guarding the churches in Sector 5’s slums.

“Least you could do is give me a warning before you pull me out like that.” you whined as you rolled your shoulders with a satisfying pop. “I was doing just fine before you rudely interrupted.”

“‘Just fine’ won’t cut it when you’re face-to-face with Wutai soldiers.” he said, crossing his arms. “You can do better. I’ve seen you do better.”

Sephiroth always spoke in a calm manner (as if he wasn’t already a pain in the ass to read), but since taking you under his wing you had come to recognize the many different flavors in which that calm manifested itself. And this was specially reserved for when he was very, very tired.

Feeling your palms prickle, you shoved your pair of shortswords back in their scabbards.

“Right.” you nodded curtly, setting the headset back in its charging port and already meaning to leave before he could cite some vaguely-worded and slightly cryptic advice. “There’s always tomorrow, right?”

Sidestepping in front of you in one fluid motion, Sephiroth peered down at you with an icy gaze. Craning your neck upward at an uncomfortable angle so that you weren’t eye-to-chest, you ground your foot into the floor.

“So we’re good tomorrow?”

He was as rigid as a glacier, and just as vocal. You sighed.

“Permission to return to quarters, sir?” you grumbled.

“Denied.”

You wheezed out a bitter laugh. Sometimes you wondered if he got off on bossing you around, but the notion of Sephiroth getting off to anything was enough to send you reeling.

“I thought you wanted to make 1st.”

A pithy breeze flashed in front of you, and it took you a second too long to realize there was a sword directed at your sternum. You stumbled backward, only barely finding your balance.

“What-“

“Don’t worry, this won’t be a fight.” he said, slowly inching Masamune forward until you had no choice but to walk backwards. “Think of it as a dialogue.”

You steadied the heavy thump of your heart as you straightened yourself, lifting your chin maybe just a little too high in a feeble attempt at hiding your nerves. The only time you had ever faced your mentor in a fight was the day he chose to train you out of a flock of other SOLDIERs. It was a punishing session, and in the end he had disarmed you in three moves. You had heard later from the other recruits that that was the longest anyone had lasted.

“Isn’t that the opposite of what you should be teaching me?”

“A SOLDIER isn’t just their kill count.”

Unsheathing your swords, you let slip a snort. “Easy for you to say.”

“I mean it.” he said, fortifying his stance as the room melted back into the sim.

“You’re getting sloppy. Good form, but no tact. When you accept those as parts of you,” he said, nodding toward your swords. “And not just a tool, everything else becomes an afterthought.”

He was awfully serious today - and he had practically cornered the market on being serious - but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you just a little nervous. You were used to aloof Sephiroth - succinct nods of approval and pointed glares of disapproval, both marked by a signature silence that could fill a room. Talking someone’s ear off wasn’t something Sephiroth was known for (or particularly good at, if you were being honest), but when he did, man was it weird.

In that time, you were back in the sim, now finding yourself standing outside a Shinra facility - a mako refinery, if the acrid odor drifting beneath the thick, briny scent of seawater gave you any indication. The two of you were standing on just one of the massive metal-plated pipes that fed into the factory. Jutting out the side of a cliff like a blossoming giant, a mess of pipes and valves, it faced a sea.

The environment around the facility was in a perpetual state of dusk, the sun sitting just above the water’s horizon, with clouds in shades of pink and gold that hovered wistfully in the sky. The last of the day’s blue disappearing into a day that would never come. The sea itself was dark, lazily churning against the face of the cliff, the sun’s light refracting into thousands of tiny gems on its surface.

Sephiroth took no time to admire the sim’s flawlessly randomized recreation - raising the hilt of his sword up to his eye level while keeping his right hand close to his body, shifting his weight on one foot while the other stayed back, ready to spring him forward at a moment’s notice. Taking his cue, you balanced yourself, holding your swords out in front of you in an x-shape.

The corner of his mouth quirked up in a tiny, self assured smirk (though, to the untrained eye, resembled more an involuntary twitch of muscle than anything), blinking long and slow. Your teeth worried at the inside of your cheek. Had he made you wait any longer and you think you would’ve broken skin.

But before you could worry a hole through your cheek, 7 feet of sinewy muscle charged at you like a bullet shot from a gun. His sword clashed against yours with an ear-splitting clang, the ringing of metal running down the tips of your fingers. Grunting at the force pushing back at you, you slid one sword out from under Masamune, slashing the air between you and effectively getting him to step the fuck off.

He bounced back, landing gracefully on the tips of his toes like a dancer coming down from a leap. His eyes narrowed, but there was a twinkling in his pupils. Normally, a beaming Sephiroth would’ve been a sight to commemorate, preferably behind a neat little frame set on a desk somewhere. But it only gave you one thought: Shit.

In a very short space of time, you were standing face to face with your superior once again, his sword slamming into the broad, flat side of your right hand’s blade. You had barely raised it in time, and he had only given you a moment to prepare yourself against a barrage of attacks, somehow managing to parry each one.

“You block too much. You’re a sword, not a shield.” he said, almost sounding bored.

You would’ve responded with any number of pieces of crude backchat that you’d accumulated since training under him, but the man hardly gave you time to breathe let alone think.

Each twitch of his sword was a masterpiece of technique. He fought like a well-oiled machine, inevitable, bloodless, with absolute awareness of the power he held. It was beautiful, or, it would be if you weren’t on the receiving end of his advances. He was fast, inhumanly, unfairly fast. And with his equally unfair reach, it was a miracle if you ever came close to landing a hit on him. The man had some cruel agreement with gravity.

After your nth parry and a last minute pass back, you held Masamune in place, running your left blade down its length. His eyebrows briefly twitched upward before flicking his sword up, sending your blades down and away. But in a flash, you lunged forward, cutting just beneath his chin and hacking away thin slivers of his bangs. You were about to allow yourself a smirk, maybe even a ‘hmph’ born from pride and amusement.

What happened instead was something so irritating it didn’t register with you until you were slammed to the floor. Pivoting away from an overhead slash, he - very gently - tucked his blade underneath yours, sending another bone-ringing clang through you like a bell. And (incredibly obnoxiously) he used your weight against you, forcing you backward. But, in a last-ditch effort to not look like a fool, you stuck one leg out - effectively killing any chance of recovery but by Gaia were you gonna take him down with you.

You staggered backward like a flimsy piece of rubber, hitting the ground with a thump as your swords clattered on either side of you. Of course, Sephiroth landed with grace - hardly falling at all so much as shifting himself in tune with your otherwise graceless tumble. And yet - despite being perfectly fine, actually - he wore an uncharacteristically poleaxed expression, his lips hanging slightly open like a man caught mid-practical joke.

The sim had already disappeared, the panel next to your head flickering off and on before completely shuttering off a few seconds behind the rest.

That was when the sound of cracks splitting across the floor met your ears. His sword had pierced the tile mere centimeters away from where your forehead was, drowning out the sound of blood rushing to your ears. Sephiroth stood hunched over you like a gargoyle, one knee drawn up to his abdomen while the other pressed hard into the floor, effectively caging you in black leather and silver hair. Tucked between cold tile and an even colder man, you couldn’t get back up if you wanted to.

“Was that good enough for you?” you wheezed, feeling like a pair of bricks had been shoved in your rib cage.

He studied you with close scrutiny and a blank expression, hardly winded but breathing quietly, evenly. You could never tell what he was thinking, even this close. You had resigned yourself with the thought that you never will.

“Dismissed.” he ordered, finally.

Pulling himself up, he tugged Masamune out from where it had wedged itself, stepping over you without so much as a look back.

You tried to sit up, only managing to lift your head before a singular phlegm-raddled cough sent you thudding back to the floor, dazed and hot - uncomfortably so, like you had been tossed in a furnace. Feeling the muscles in your arms and legs cry for mercy, you decided to lay there. Just for a few minutes more.

[babygirlgalitzine]

right here, right now (and forever) (ao3)

Light streams in from the window, though a shadow casts over Ben every few seconds as people walk past on the pavement outside, blocking him from the sun. He’s sitting in the corner, acting as though that somehow makes him completely invisible from the people surrounding him. He’s trying to hide from the world, but mainly from his mother, who seems to have spent the past couple of months of Ben’s life constantly asking him when he’s going to find a boyfriend. In hindsight, hiding from his mum in a cafe she owns and works in is probably less than ideal, especially considering she’s currently standing behind the counter at the top of the room, quite obviously watching her son. Ben’s phone is in his hand, though nothing terribly exciting is happening, he’s just scrolling through Facebook and trying to not roll his eyes at what people that he seems to somewhat recognise from his school are doing now in their apparent adult life. He sneakily looks up for a second, catching a glimpse of what’s happening in the real world, but regrets that decision the second that he sees his mum bunching up a towel in her hands before throwing it onto the counter and walking over to him. She sits down at the table in the corner, sitting directly opposite from him. 

“Yes mother?” Ben sarcastically inquires with a sigh before she even has a chance to speak, putting his phone down with half a clatter on the table. He doesn’t care about it to check if the screen is anymore cracked than it was previously.  “Come to ask if I’ve got a boyfriend since the last time you asked?” 

Kathy tuts. “No.” She says. “I actually want to ask if you’ve sorted out Lexi’s new school shoes, because I’m going shopping tomorrow and I can get some for her if you haven’t.”

Ben chuckles, because he knows for a fact that’s a lie. He knows his mum too well, he can see it in her eyes that she’s only just thought of that. It’s a good one, he’ll give her that. He shakes his head and tries to hide the smile on his face. “She’s fine. I got them last week.” He confirms. She’s barely been back at school for a few months and she already needs new shoes, with scuffs all over her old ones and her left shoe with a hole in, allowing her tiny toes to poke out of the front whenever she walks. He’s got no idea what she’s doing to make them fall apart just months after wearing them for the first time, but she’s a kid, and she’s his kid - so he allows it.

There’s a pause for a moment where they both look at each other and the anticipation gets the better of Kathy - she just can’t help herself. “And?” Kathy drawls out, a sweet and innocent smile spreading onto her face. 

Ben rolls his eyes. “And what?”

Kathy reaches out and holds onto Ben’s hand. It’s a motherly touch that he’ll always love and cherish, no matter how old he gets. He’ll never be embarrassed about it. “Is there anyone special in your life yet?” She quizzes. 

“What, since the last time you asked not even a week ago?” Ben laughs, and then his phone buzzes on the table. He lifts it up to look at the screen and a smile creeps onto his face, and an idea creeps into his mind, an evil idea, but fun all the same. “Yeah.” He falsely admits, without even a second thought. 

“Really?” Kathy squeals, and she’s so loud that people sitting in the cafe drinking their morning coffee turn to look at them quizzically. “Tell me everything! What’s his name? Do I know him? Have I met him? When did this happen?” 

Oh shit. What does he say now?

“It’s Callum.” Not that. Definitely do not say that. 

“Callum?” Kathy asks, joy and light in her voice. It’s almost as if she’s been waiting to hear that for so long now, which is a scary thought. “Callum Highway, Callum? When did that happen?” 

Ben shakes his head. He’s in this far too deep now. Fuck. “A few weeks ago. I need to go, I’m needed at work.” He tries to get his words out in a rush as he stands up, pocketing his phone. “Mum, if you see him, don’t mention this. He doesn’t want anyone to know yet.” It’s the best lie he can think of on the spot, whilst his brain swirls with thoughts and feelings of regrets and guilt, but mainly, he can’t stop thinking about how he’s going to get out of this one.

Why would he tell his mum that he’s dating his best friend? 

He leaves the cafe and makes a mental note that he’s got a lot of explaining to do to Callum when he sees him next. 

Except - Ben’s not the next person to see Callum. 

Kathy is. 

It’s lunch time, when Callum walks right on past the cafe. He’s got his head in the clouds as per usual and Kathy rolls her eyes endearingly, because even after all these years Callum hasn’t changed in the slightest. A few seconds pass, and then Callum reappears with a fond smile on his face as he walks through the door, his cheeks flushing a baby pink.

“The usual, darling?” Kathy asks, and to be honest, she’s beaming.

“Please.” Callum smiles. “Have you seen Ben anywhere, Kathy? I’ve just been over to the car lot but it’s shut up. He’s not answering his phone either.” 

The coffee machine produces steam as Kathy waits for it to finish pouring. “He texted me about an hour ago, saying he’s had to drive over to pick up that car he was looking at the other day. Apparently the other person looking at it fell through, so they asked Ben to go and collect it today. Did you want him for something?” She hands Callum’s hot chocolate over to him, a fine layer of cream swirling over the top of the paper cup to finish it off with an eccentric flourish. 

Callum hands over the money and picks up the sandwich left on the side for him, made to order. “Just wanted to see if he wanted to have lunch with me.” He explains and it’s completely innocent - it’s just two friends having lunch like they usually would - but Kathy thinks she knows more. 

Kathy coos slightly at just how soft that is, but remembers Ben’s words to her. He doesn’t want people to know yet.

Someone from the market walks into the cafe and rubs their hands together, looking for the warmth that the cafe provides and Callum moves closer to the door, ready to leave and get back to his job. The smile on his face never once threatens to leave and Kathy opens her mouth to speak whilst Callum takes a sip of his hot chocolate that’s starting to scald his hands. 

“Do you want to come over for dinner this evening?” Kathy asks. “That’s if you and Ben don’t already have plans.” 

It’s not unusual for Kathy to cook for Callum, considering it’s what she did for most of his teenage life and now into his twenties. He’s often there, a second home away from home for him. But what is unusual, is that she doesn’t usually ask Callum to come around - it’s mostly just assumed that he would be there, walking through the front door with Ben. Some things never really change, or at least, they haven’t where Ben and Callum are concerned. 

“I...don’t think we have anything planned?” He says, although it comes out more like a question. He narrows his eyes slightly, unsure. “I’ll be there.”

Kathy smiles, content with that, and she’s fairly confident that Callum doesn’t know that she knows.

It’s later on in the day when Callum and Ben finally bump into each other. The sky is grey, a miserable and relentless cloud hanging over the Square, threatening to rumble and burst into torrential rain at any given point. The sorrowful colour palette is a far cry from what it was like earlier in the day, though the coldness has been in the air throughout, even though the sun played a part in disguising it for a while. But now it’s there, a blistering chill with no way of being hidden.

Ben’s just getting out of a car that Callum doesn’t seem to recognise as his, when he crosses the road over to Ben, hands firmly in his pockets to protect himself from the cold that surrounds him. His working day is over with, and so is Ben’s, considering nobody will show up to the car lot at this time of the day.

“New car?” Callum shouts over, a bright smile on his face clashing aggressively with the weather. 

A giddy nod comes from Ben, looking back at the car full of pride and then back to Callum. The door is still open, and he’s got one arm on the top of it, showing off. “Fancy coming for a spin?” Ben asks, dangling the keys on his index finger, trying to entice Callum. “Got it for the car lot, but I might end up just keeping it myself.”

Callum chuckles, because that’s Ben all over. He changes his cars more than most people would, just because he has connections to collectors and dealers, and would usually buy them for the car lot, though there’s quite a few that never make it that far once he decides to keep them. “Go on then.” Callum agrees, and gets into the passenger seat without question. He waits for Ben to get in and then he speaks again. “Oh, and before I forget, we need to be back in time for dinner.”

Ben turns to face Callum and he’s already raising an eyebrow, questioning. “Why?” Ben teasingly asks. “Got a hot date?”

Callum rolls his eyes. “I do actually.” He says, and there’s a sinking feeling in Ben’s heart for a moment at his words though he tries to not show it in his face. “With you, apparently. And your mum.”

There’s a pause for a moment as Ben tries to understand what Callum has just said. “You what?” Ben laughs. “Have you had a bang on the head or something?” 

“Your mum, she’s acting weird.” Callum starts to explain. “I went to the cafe at lunch and she started asking if me and you had any plans for tonight, and that we should go and have dinner with her.”

Ben’s eyes go comically wide as he’s hit with the sudden realisation of what’s going on. A groan grumbles out of him and he puts his head in his hands instantly, rubbing over his face harshly, acting as though doing that is going to solve his problems, hoping and praying that when he finally looks up, all of this will have never happened.  

“What?” Callum asks, and a laugh bubbles out of him, even though he’s full of confusion, and even more so at Ben’s reaction, if that’s at all possible. “What’s going on?” 

Ben shakes his head in complete and utter disbelief, rolling his eyes slightly. “Mum’s been asking me for weeks if I’ve met someone yet. I don’t even know why she’s doing it, but it’s so annoying, having her constantly asking me.” He starts to explain. “So I told her today that I have. I told her I met someone.” He doesn’t look at Callum’s face, but if he did, he would have seen his smile fall instantly as his blood runs cold. 

“And have you?” Callum asks, and every part of him is screaming at himself, asking why he asked that, because he just really does not want to know - at all. 

“No. Course I haven’t!” Ben says and he turns his body slightly to face Callum. There’s nothing he wants less than to meet someone else. But that goes unsaid, just as so many things have gone unsaid between them before. “I just told her that so she’d get off my back.”

Callum slowly nods. “Right.” He says slowly, elongating the letters as he sits there trying to piece everything together. “Hang on, where do I fit into this? Why’s your mum asking me to go to dinner with you?” 

Ben smiles shyly. “Because she asked me who I was dating.” He says as if it’s that simple, that easy. 

There’s a pause for a moment, a deafening silence in the car, until there’s a loud clatter from somewhere across the square that pulls Callum out of his thoughts. He suddenly manages to piece everything together and a laugh starts to fall from his mouth as he sits there in shock and he watches as Ben’s face turns crimson red. “And you said me?” Callum asks, chuckling away to himself.

“I might have, yeah.” Ben rolls his eyes and starts the car up, reversing out of his parking place and going onto the uneven road. He’s still bright red in the face, and he doesn’t even need to look to know that, he can feel it burning on his skin like a flickering flame. “It sounds ridiculous now that I think about it.” 

Ben’s words are like a dagger straight through Callum’s heart and it hurts him, but he tries to not let it show. “Why?” He asks without even thinking. “I mean, why does it sound ridiculous?”

Ben shrugs, keeping his eyes on the road. “We’ve been friends since we were kids. If anything was going to happen between us, it would’ve probably happened long before now. I don’t know how she believes it, but she does.” 

Callum looks out of the window, watching the people they drive past go about their daily life. Children are coming home from school, walking slowly in groups, chatting away to each other. It’s exactly how he and Ben used to be, before they had to grow up. Raindrops fall on the windscreen like tears and Ben wipes them away when they get too much. 

“Are you up for it then?” Ben asks, breaking the somewhat comfortable silence that’s manifested between them.

Callum turns to face him. “Up for what?” He quizzes. 

A smirk forms on Ben’s lips as he looks at Callum, his face light and bright and happy. It’s a sight that could get anyone to smile too.  “Pretending to date me.” 

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” Callum chuckles. He watches as Ben nods and mouths ‘deadly’ to him. Callum sighs because he knows he’s not got a chance of getting out of this. “Do I get to eat your mum’s food?”

“Course.” Ben giggles, actually giggles. 

“Well then.” Callum says, leaning his head back on the headrest as he faces Ben with a bright, beaming smile on his face. “It’ll be my honour to pretend to date you.”

So that’s it. They pretend to date. 

The entire car journey is full of laughter and sharing memories, but mostly they come up with this elaborate story to tell Kathy, should she ask about their relationship - which is absolutely likely, considering how happy she is about this, apparently. They didn’t have long to get every aspect of the story as concrete as possible, only a few hours at most, but that didn’t stop them from fabricating the whole story from how they realised they liked each other, to their first date, to now, when they are nearing becoming official. It’s entirely ridiculous. Time ticks by and it’s getting closer and closer to the time they should be heading back and Ben’s driven around until he knew he would have to turn back, when the sun starts to fall down and street lights flicker into life, all bright and orange and fluorescent, lighting up the darkening evening. 

By the time Ben pulls up outside his home, the rain is falling heavily now, splashing into the puddles on the floor and coming back up for only a few millimetres before falling again. The temperature has dropped even lower, dipping into the minuses and the sky beyond the fluorescent street lights is black, bar the moon that’s only just visible through the clouds. 

“Remember the plan, yeah?” Ben asks as though it’s a well thought out criminal plan. He gets out of the car and slams the door shut behind him. Callum follows his actions, and stands out in the pouring rain too, feeling the rain threatening to flatten his hair with every second that passes of him just standing there. 

“We realised we liked each other about a month ago, we’ve secretly been on a few dates since then but we aren’t officially together...yet.” Callum recites the story. “It’s hardly difficult to remember Ben, I think I’ve got this.” 

Ben chuckles, shaking his head and walking closer to the door to the house, following behind Callum. “This is ridiculous.” He states. 

Callum turns and faces Ben, painting a teasing shock on his face. “And who’s genius idea was this again? Because it certainly wasn’t mine.” 

“Alright!” Ben rolls his eyes. “I’ve already said I owe you one.” 

“You owe me a lot more than that, I reckon!” Callum laughs and walks in through the door, taking off his coat that’s full of raindrops sticking to the fibres. 

Ben follows him closely, shutting the door behind him quickly, trying to not let the cold get in and infest the warmth of the house. They’re both already laughing away at the ridiculousness of the entire situation, because that’s exactly what this is - ridiculous! If anyone had told Callum earlier that day he would be pretending to date his best friend, he wouldn’t have believed them for one second. 

Kathy’s in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches to the table, and it’s such a lovely and warm environment that Callum instantly feels this horrible guilt eating away at his stomach, the guilt of lying to someone he adores all too much for him. It’s not like they’ve never eaten together before as a group, because they have more times than anyone cares to remember. When they were kids they would run into the house together after school, they’d watch television together and then Kathy would make their dinner. When they were teenagers and experimenting with drinking for the first time they’d order takeaways in their hungover state, and eat it without even breathing, slouching on the sofa with grunts and saying they’re never touching spirits again. It would always be calm and easy and nothing impressive. It would be...not this. Not meals on tables, red wine in the middle and candle sticks flickering with fire at the wick. Not with Ben and Callum lying through their teeth. 

Kathy welcomes them both giddily, hugging them tightly one by one and telling them to sit down with a beaming grin on her face. They both do as they’re told, Callum sitting down first and Ben following him soon after, their seats right next to each other. It’s comforting, but it’s not real.

They all fall into a perfect rhythm of talking about their day, like nothing is amiss and Ben’s telling the story of how he’d been called unexpectedly by a car dealer wanting to get rid of the car Ben had been looking at, so he had to drive there at short notice or he would miss out on it again. 

“Where have you been all this time then? You should’ve been back hours ago.” Kathy asks, taking a sip of her wine. 

Ben nods. “I did get back a while ago, but I bumped into Callum and we ended up going for a little drive before we came here.” It just sounds so easy, so simple. Callum wishes that it was just a drive, one without an ulterior motive. 

Kathy smiles softly at the pair of them. “So when did all of this happen?” She asks, pointing her finger between both of them, waving it about to make her point. “Ben was constantly telling me that he hadn’t met someone!”

Callum looks at Ben for a second and there’s a shy smile that floats between them. There’s a blush that forms on his cheeks and he’s not even certain as to why, but he can’t stop his body from doing it. He knows it’s visible for both Ben and Kathy to see, he can feel his skin burning hot. “It’s not been long.” Callum speaks. “We realised we both liked each other a few weeks ago and we’ve been going on dates since then and seeing where it takes us.” 

Ben nods along as though Callum’s not just reciting the story they thought of an hour or so ago. “We’re not official yet.” Ben continues. “But we’re getting there.” 

Callum doesn’t know what takes over him, but he can’t help himself. He looks at Ben’s hand resting against the table, and before he can even properly think, he rests his hand on top of Ben’s, letting his fingers fall softly into the gaps of Ben’s. The younger man's breath hitches for a second, and Callum’s that close to him that he notices it and he’s just about to pull away when Ben turns his hand so that his palm is facing upwards and he traps Callum’s hand in his own. It shouldn’t feel so perfect, but it does. It’s warm and inviting and they can both feel a faint tingling sensation where skin touches skin. As cliché as it sounds, it feels like it was meant to be.

They’re both caught up in each other that neither of them notice that Kathy’s watching them with a warm smile on her face. “Well,  it was about time.” She says, and they finally tear their eyes away from each other to look at her in confusion at her words. “We’ve all been waiting for you to get your acts together.” 

Ben huffs out a laugh, a soft chuckle, because he doesn’t know what else to do. Callum’s hand is warm in his own, and there’s a tingle that’s making its way down his spine, all warm and fuzzy. 

When their plates are empty and in the dishwasher and the bottle of red wine completely drained, Callum shrugs his coat on over his shoulders. It’s late now, and the rain seems to have stopped a while ago, though it looks like the puddles are there to stay, at least until the morning. Kathy pulls Callum into a hug, sopping wet coat be damned, and he kisses her cheek as a goodbye. “Thanks for having me.” He smiles.

Kathy bats him away with a roll of her eyes because, as sincere as Callum is, she’s known him since he went up to her knee, there’s no need for the formalities. 

“I’ll walk you back.” Ben says and shrugs on his coat too. Callum nods and starts to walk down the hallway. Ben’s just about to follow when Kathy grabs his arm, stopping him from walking.

“You keep hold of that one Ben, I can see the love in his eyes.” She says sincerely and happily, as though she’s waited a long time for this to happen.

There’s a pang in Ben’s heart but he smiles tightly. “I’ll try my best.”

---

It’s bitterly cold outside. Darkness has fallen even more, and there’s barely any windows with the lights left on now. Streetlights illuminate the pavement as they walk slowly around to Callum’s house and their footsteps somehow start to fall in time with one another, both of them moving their left foot at the same time, and then the right. It’s peaceful. The only sound around is a bristle of leaves from the wind. They’re at one with nature. “Did you hear what mum just said to me?” Ben asks, disturbing the serenity that’s fallen around them.

Callum turns to face Ben and shakes his head. “No?” He says and it comes out like more of a question, leading Ben to anwer. 

Ben smiles. ”She said she can see love in your eyes.” He teasingly says, chuckling away to himself. “I think she’s had one too many.”

Callum joins in on the laughter too, but it’s not wholeheartedly like Ben’s. There’s something weighing him down, and it shows on his face, his smile not reaching his eyes like it usually does. He lets out a shaky breath and notices their surroundings. It’s a path he takes most days, but they’re getting closer and closer to a spot that holds a lot of memories for him. Memories of him and Ben. For some reason, it makes him brave, and he speaks. “Well what would you say?” Callum asks before he’s really even thought about it, and when those words are out there in the universe, he starts to regret ever speaking, because there’s no turning back from this now. 

There’s a pause between them, where they both stop walking, standing stationary in the middle of the street and there’s silence, before Ben speaks. “What?” Ben asks, furrowing his eyebrows because he’s confused, really confused.

Callum stands still, though he kicks at the ground with the tip of his shoe, anything to not look directly at Ben. He’s got his hands in his pockets, and it’s partly because of how cold it is, but it’s also his way of keeping himself physically closed up. Callum eventually looks up when the silence gets too much and there’s so much kindness in his eyes that Ben can almost understand what his mum was getting at. And then Callum speaks. “What would you say if I told you she’s right?”

There’s another pause and the tension is palpable as Callum watches Ben, waiting, pleading for an answer. Ben runs through the conversation over and over in his mind and then - oh - the realisation hits Ben like a ton of bricks and there’s a moment, just a millisecond he’s sure, where he struggles to breathe. He shrugs by way of a response, his heart thumping away in his chest. “I don’t know.” He admits, and then he thinks properly for a moment. “I guess, I’d like it?” 

Callum nods and starts to walk again, keeping his hands firmly in his pockets. There’s a smile threatening to grow on his face and his heart is light, but he’s trying hard to not let his happiness show. He can hear his footsteps alone, and it’s like that for a few seconds before there’s a flurry of fast steps coming from behind him and without even looking, he knows Ben’s jogging to catch up with him. 

“Why?” Ben asks when he eventually catches up with Callum. 

Callum ignores him and just carries on walking. Just a few more steps now. 

“Why, Cal?” Ben repeats.

Then it all happens so fast. 

Callum spins on the balls of his feet to face Ben, and his hands shoot out of his coat pockets and he reaches towards Ben, grabbing hold of his arms and he pulls. The next thing Ben knows is that he’s pressed against a brick wall with Callum right in front of him and another brick wall is behind Callum. The gap is tiny. There’s barely space to move and then he realises where they are. Right in the middle of their childhood homes, two hundred steps to the left is Callum’s, and two hundred steps to the right is Ben’s. It was their spot, this little gap between two random houses. Theirs and theirs alone. There’s a brick down here somewhere with their names etched into it with a compass. Their noses brush against one another, the closeness just suddenly exacerbated and Ben’s heart is beating so loud that he’s petrified Callum can hear it. 

“Fifteen years old.” Callum finally speaks. 

Ben raises an eyebrow because he’s got no idea what Callum means by that. 

“Fifteen years old.” Callum reiterates. “We both ended up here one night after school. We got the bus back to the Square together. I’d been waiting for you to get out of your dance class, but it finished earlier than the football class did, so we hid out right here so your dad didn’t find out you’d been doing dance. We saw him walk past, so I protected you. Fifteen years old, standing right here. It was spring and I’d started to get hayfever pretty badly. I always remember that. We were standing here, hiding and we kissed for the first time.” Callum takes a shaky breath. “You asked me, a few months ago, ‘have you ever been in love?’. Well I have Ben. Because I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you all those years ago, right here.”  

The smile on Ben’s face is beaming and wide and his eyes are full with tears threatening to stain his cheeks.  He leans up onto the tip of his toes and he grabs Callum’s face with shaky and freezing cold hands and launches into a kiss. It’s powerful and all encompassing and it causes tingles to run all the way through Callum’s body as his mind suddenly remembers to tell his body to move and then he’s just as into the kiss as Ben is. It’s everything and more.

Ben eventually pulls back when his feet start to ache a little bit and he needs to breathe. He strokes his thumb over Callum’s face. “It was like that then too.” He admits, running the pad of his thumb over Callum’s lips. “Always been too tall for your own good, you have.”  

Callum grins cheekily and wraps his arms around Ben’s body, practically scooping him up into a hug and Ben just lets him. Callum leans down and they fall right back into a kiss, but this one is short and sweet. “I love you, you idiot.” He admits and Ben does an intake of breath at Callum’s words. 

“I love you too.”

[greyfongschemmenti]

Lin x reader request: Happy New Year, my love

I’m so sorry I’m publishing so late. I am so blocked so I literally took all day to try and write something for this request. Hopefully I did not let you down. Luckily this will be the last fic of 2020!!! So this is a milestone in itself. 

It’s currently 11:16pm where I’m at so it’s still 2020. So I still accomplished getting this request in the year. 

Hopefully you like this one anon. If not....I’m sorry *tears*

Happy New Year, My Love | Lin x Reader FF

Word count: 2510

It was the first new year’s celebration you were going to spend in Republic City, and you weren’t sure if you were excited or treating it as a normal day. Walking up to Air temple island and seeing Bumi and Meelo carrying boxes of fireworks “Ahh I see the island is going to have their own show” you smile. Both men give you their shit eating grin and nod “of course, It’s going to be huge!” Meelo jumps excitingly as he hurries over to the safe location to set up. “You are going to keep it safe right, Bumi?” you give him a glare as you fold your arms, and he smirks. “Of course, plus if things go south Kya can use her bending to wash it out. Wouldn’t want the chief to fine us” he laughs, and you shake your head. “there is only so much leeway I can do to not get you arrested, Bumi.” You exasperated and slid your hands in your pocket.

“where is the chief anyway? She is not with you?” Bumi looks behind you as he holds up the box and you shake your head. “no, why would she be with me?” you look at the eldest son of the cloudkids and he gives you a knowing look. You and Lin have been dating for a couple months and so far Bumi has been the only one catching on. As far as you knew Bumi was the only one…. The island sure loves to talk even if they are all about peace and quiet. It gets really noisy with the gossip. You sigh as you rub the back of your neck

“Actually no, she had to work tonight. You know because crime spikes up in the holidays.” you stress, and he rolls his eyes “hey I got this. It’s not my first time dealing with these beauties.” He smirks as he walks over and helps Meelo set up with the help of a few acolytes.

*

Lin has never really given an ounce of care for the new year celebrations. If anything it gave her more work and paperwork since it seems there are always crimes. Busted windows, drunken fights, disturbance calls, noise complaints, just to name a few. But this was the first new year since Tenzin that she was going to have someone, you. A part of her felt bad that she had to work, but duty came first. You of all people understood and for that she was grateful. You had told her that you were going to spend the evening alone, but Lin suggested to head over to the island with the airbending family instead. Once the shift was over Lin would head over, but the both of you knew that Lin would return in the wee hours of the night, after the festivities would be over.

Lin sighed as she glanced down at the paperwork in front of her and got back to work as her officers answered calls.

*

After a couple of hours playing with the kids you told them to run off and let them give you a chance to get something to drink. Kya walks up beside you as you sip some water and gives you a smile. “Fancy seeing you here. Actually I’m glad you’re here. No one should be alone for the new year.”

You gave her a soft smile and nod “yeah, I suppose that is true. I’m glad too. I love the family as if they were my own.”

“I’m sure everyone loves you too. Sad Lin couldn’t make it through.” She sighed as she folded her arms, and you looked a way for a second as you nod. “yeah, you know Lin. Always working to keep the city safe.”

“yeah, but I’m sure the city won’t crash and burn one night.” Kya huffs and you softly laugh “that may be true, but who are we to stop the chief from doing her duty”

A snicker is heard from behind the both of you and Kya rolls her eyes “really Bumi, how old are you exactly? You still snicker over that word”

You smile watching the banter back and forth from the two siblings. You slip past them as Bumi gets defensive at how funny the word sounds.

Stepping outside and feeling the cool breeze as some citizens couldn’t contain their excitement and started already setting off their own personal fireworks.

No one should be alone for the new year.

Kya’s words repeated into your mind and you glanced back at the temples. She does have a point, but who were you to just step into headquarters at this time of night. There is just two hours until midnight.

*

“you know as much as we love having here. I’m sure there is a certain chief of police that will love to be brought into the new year.” Bumi sits beside you at the wooden gazebo as you look out towards Yue bay and you playfully scoff “is this your way of kicking me off the island? And only with an hour left of the year”

“No, but what Kya said had some truth. No one should be alone during new year’s” he smiles softly as he nudges you before standing up. You look at him puzzled before looking back towards the direction of where headquarters would be before looking back at the eldest brother. “Go, I’ll come up with some excuse to give the family.” He nudges you before you finally give him a smile and stand up. Lifting your sleeve up you look at your watch and see you have less than an hour to head over. “Traffic is bad. I’m not sure I’ll make it” you mutter as you purse your lips. “well you better get going. Isn’t that why you have your motorcycle to begin with?” he smirks, and you return the smile. Giving him a hug “happy new year, Bumi” he returns the gesture, and you climb over the railing and earthbend down the island.

*

Lin looked over at her clock on her desk, 11:40 P.M., she groaned as she pinched the bridge of her nose. There would be no use to call the island, all the lines are busy with everyone else trying to call their loved ones. It’s just a day, tomorrow everything will be back to normal, surely you did understand and aren’t feeling out of sorts.

*

You were revving your bike weaving and bobbing through other cars and vehicles that were trying to do the same that you were going. Trying to get to your loved ones to wish them a happy new year. You almost collided into a guy balancing boxes of baked goods on the sidewalk when you swerved past a satomobile. You yelled out your apologies while he yelled out exploitative at you. Looking ahead at the road with the cold wind blasting in your face causing your cheeks to turn a rosy pink. Glancing down at your watch, 11:50 pm, “I can make it. HQ is right down the road.” You mutter under your breath as you revved and sped quicker.

*

A knock on the door brings Lin back to the present as she files a report in her cabinet, “Better be important” she calls out as she metalbends the door open. “Hey chief, with five minutes left to the new year I was wondering if you want to celebrate in the bullpen” Officer Zan talked to the Chief. Lin looked over and indeed the clock had just turned 11:56 P.M. since the question. “thank you for the offer, but I have work that needs to get done.”

“of course, Happy New Year, Chief” the officer bowed

“Happy New Year, Zan” Lin nodded at the officer and he closed the door.

“just 3 minutes until the sky is bright and the noises” Lin muttered as she looks into her cabinet for her stashed bottle of sake.

*

“10!”

You jump off your cycle at the front of the building as you start to sprint inside the building.

9

Running past the front desk as the secretaries were watching the television watching the broadcast. You hear the muffled counting.

8

You run up the stairs as you reach the top floor towards the bullpen. You’ve come here once or twice to visit Mako and in turn was a way to see Lin. Which was how you met the chief and got introduced to her, the start of that relationship. A smile appears on your lips as you think back to that moment.

7

No, this is not the time.

6

You push past the door and look around trying to remember if it was a left of right to the bullpen. You close your eyes as you try to visualize the floor plan. “Crap, ok focus…. Once you go up the stairs you make a….. right” you look in that direction and hurried over.

5

“followed by a left” you voice out the directions and then the first door to the right will open into the bullpen. Sure enough the bullpen comes into view

“Hey, you’re Mako’s cousin right? He’s not here” Tan looks at you as the guys are all holding cups to cheer in the year.

4

“I’m not here for Mako, is the Chief in? I need to report something” you urged to the officer and he shakes his head “She doesn’t want to be disturbed”

3

“It’s fine. She knows me” you brushed him off and l remembered where her office is, but Tan stands in front of you. “She’s busy” you glare at him and push past him

2

“Stop!” Tan shouts out as you grab the handle and open the door to Lin’s office.

Lin looks up and her eyes widen when she sees you and then looks at Tan “What is the meaning of this?!”

1

“Happy New Year!!!” the cheers coming from the bullpen as the three of you are looking at each other. “I’m sorry Chief, I tried to stop them” Tan quickly explains and Lin raises her hand up to stop him “It’s fine. You’re dismissed Tan, enjoy the festivities in the bullpen.”

“yes, Chief” Tan bows and he gives you a look before walking out as you closed the door behind you.

“What are you doing here, y/n?” Lin stands up and walks around her desk as she looks at you. Her voice laced with a slight anger that you caused a commotion at her place of work and surprise.

“Happy New Year to you too” you smile as you stepped closer to the metalbender.

“Still haven’t answered my question” she smirked as she leaned against the desk folding her arms.

“No one should be alone on New Year’s, Lin” you spoke softly to her as you stepped right in front of her. “if you couldn’t be with me where I was, then I figured I should come to you.” you gave her a smile as you looked into her eyes.

“it’s just like any other day, y/n” Lin muttered as she looked away to hide her slight blush.

“That maybe but I wanted to start the year with someone I love” you smiled more as Lin’s eyes widened slightly before looking over at you.

“what?”

“I love you Lin Beifong.” You confessed, looking right at those pale green eyes that you love to lose yourself in. A blush appears on your cheeks as you turn your eyes away from the slight embarrassment.

“Do you really mean it?” Lin looked up at you, this isn’t the first time you’ve dropped the word, but it still surprised her that someone would come to express it towards her. She didn’t think she would be able to find someone else to share those emotions with. She looked almost hopeful that you wouldn’t have doubts or regrets from saying it, doubts about you not really loving her. It all vanished instantly when you looked back at her and smiled. The love of your face is evident to anyone who looked at you.

“Of course, I do.”

Lin heard the fireworks setting off in the background followed by the cheers. You and Lin missed the countdown, but the most prominent sound that was going off was her own heartbeat. She was glad that you didn’t develop the skill to have seismic sense or else she was done for.

“Isn’t there some sort of tradition between couples?” you smirked as you stepped closer resting your hands on either side of Lin’s waist.

“I’m not sure I know what you mean” Lin breathed out as you looked at each other’s eyes. 

“well the tradition is to kiss the one you love. Since here you are”

“Here I am” Lin smiles as your eyes glancing down at her lips. Your head came down to meet hers, and you kissed her.

The kiss started off slow and sweet. A slight uncertainty at first, each unsure about how far either one could go, but it slowly became more and more confident. Lin wrapped her hands around your neck as your arms made their way around her waist, and you pulled her even closer to you than Lin thought possible. Lin felt herself relax against you; she has never felt anything more... Right. You opened your mouth, hoping to deepen the kiss which Lin responded eagerly.

After a couple of moments, Lin reluctantly broke off the kiss, to get some air. Both of your faces flushed as you rested your forehead against hers. Slowly opening your eyes and looking into each other's eyes, each with a smile imprinting on each other’s faces. You brushed your hands down and held her hands into yours as you stepped back. Lin’s brow raised wondering what you were doing, and you smiled as you tugged her towards the window.  

You spun her around once and Lin let out an amused laugh before you pulled her close to your embrace. Wrapping your arms around her waist as her back is pressed against your chest. A soft kiss on her neck as Lin’s face is illuminated by the bright lights of the fireworks. The other of you stand there a moment to enjoy the quiet moment and the sound of the city celebrating the new year.

"y/n," Lin muttered against you as she looked out in front of her.

"Yes, dear?" you muttered back, rubbing her waist as the both of you slightly sway side to side.

"Happy New Year," she looks over her shoulder to look at you watching you smile. How she loves your smile, it causes her to turn to face you as you cup her cheek.

“Happy New Year, my love” you whisper as you smile lovingly at your beloved. Lin pulls you into another kiss; and Lin knew at that moment, that if this year was even half as good as it was at this moment... then It was going to be a very good year.

[the-shadows-angel-archived]

I Am Leaving The League RPC. If you still wish to keep in contact, Message me for my Discord. If Not, this is goodbye.

This drabble is the final drabble to appear on this blog. Due to the constant hate being spread around, the fact that I've had to see some of my friends leave because of this toxic community, and the fact that many people have made me feel uncomfortable to be on here, I am leaving the League RPC for good.

I apologize for anyone who loves my Morgana, and to anyone who truly wished to interact with me, regardless of my forced strictness on the blog, but unfortunately, people want to hurt others and drive them away from something that makes them happy, and I am saddened to include myself into that group. After 4 years of being on this website, and being in the League RPC, I've had enough of constant bullying, hate, toxicity, callout posts, vague posts, etc etc etc.

People need to learn to LET THINGS GO. But instead, they’re childish, and only want to drive those they hate away just to feel some sort of victory out of the whole thing. People like this are the true reason this community is toxic, and they’re the reason no one feels safe anymore nor want to be on this website.

So to those I know for a fact don’t like me, do yourself a favor: Grow Up and stop acting like this is high school. If you can’t let shit go with me, especially after 4 years since the incident, you’re the problem in this community, and you’re the petty one in this whole situation. I’m leaving on my own accord, not because of you.

And this goes for everyone, this isn’t High School and we shouldn’t be shoved into Cliques like it is one. All of this hate and shit, is from people who still think this is High School, who enforce cliques and if you’re part of a certain clique, it’ll either make you or break you, and that in of itself is toxic. This is a HOBBY, it’s not a job we get paid to do, it’s not a place to gossip and bully others just because you don’t like them. There is a BLOCK feature for a reason.

I’m not gonna say much else, as it has already been stated many times by other people who feel the same way as the rest of us who just wanna come on here and RP for fun. To those of you, I appreciate you and everything you bring to this place, even if we’ve never talked or interacted before.

To all of my friends I have made, you all know where you can find me. I will be on Discord with my League muses for you and anyone else who wishes to still interact with them. If that is the case, hit me up in my IMs and I will gladly add you as well as make a private server for us both to RP in. If not, well, it’s been a fun time.

The drabble will be under the cut, as I want to leave it an option for anyone to read if they wish, if not, then this is it.

Goodbye.

The Fallen Angel

Nothing could be done of the events that have unfolded, nor could anyone stop her from the end that would approach more rapidly than she had anticipated. One moment she had finally found a life worth smiling about, and then the next it all seemed to come crashing down all at once.

Blood soaked hair stuck to her paling face, her body aching at each motion she made in an attempt to get up, only to fall back onto the ground. Above her she stayed, golden wings of fire lighting the darkened sky as rain poured around the Angel’s broken and bloodied body. The hole in which her sister’s blade had struck her continued to ooze with blood as it soaked into her torn dress, dripping onto the ground below as the once green grass turned red.

Was this the final end of her? It would appear so, given the circumstances of her survival and with her sister watching from high above, Kayle would make sure no one went to aid her, to save the only protector who stayed. Who cared for those that others shunned away, who gave people hope when all was lost. She was their redeeming Angel, the mages Protector, their savior from the cruel world around them.

She did her best to save them all, but in the end, there was nothing anyone could do.

Blood spilled from her mouth as she coughed, as memories of her life flashed through her head. Her life before becoming an Aspect, how her father smiled as he doted upon both of the girls as one parent should. How she watched the dismay in his eyes when she picked up her blade, only for it all to crumble around her when he died, and Kayle fleeing to join their mother upon the mountains of Targon, leaving her to hide herself away and keep from those who seeked her out, only helping the worthy when she could.

She closed her eyes, if only for a moment as tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. She could feel her own life fleeting as her breathing seemed to become labored, feeling her heartbeats slowing. It took all strength she had left to keep her eyes open, but it was becoming a struggle. The more blood she lost, the more she found her life leaving her, disappearing into the next life.

She could have sworn she felt something brush against her, a hand or some other form of creature. She couldn’t look, her head unable to turn to see what exactly it was. Out of the corner of her eyes, however, she could see tufts of pink fur brush past her, large horns upon its head as she once more felt whatever it was brush against her hand. She couldn’t stop the small smile that appears on her lips as she did her best to brush cold fingertips against his fur. Almost instantly she could hear a small ‘bork’ through all of the rain, as Baby crouched near her as he watched his Mama pass away. It hurt, to see that she would be leaving behind her small companion she called her son. Who stood by her side and kept her company through the many years of her life before today.

She didn’t think he would be the one to outlive her in the end…

She couldn’t keep her eyes open, as she looked up at the sky as her son licked her hand slowly, Morgana found herself beginning to feel tired, her breathing becoming even slower as her eyes slowly closed. The moment she did, she could have swore she heard the sound of her father’s voice echoing within her mind, telling her it was finally time to leave. She didn’t want to, she wanted to stay and fight for the freedom of Demacia, for the freedom of Mages, for those she considered friends. To at least say goodbye one last time. But it was too late, and she could do nothing but wait for the inevitable.

She had a good life, whether one saw it that way or not did not matter to her. She got to enjoy as much as life as possible, watch as the world changed and grew with the times. She met some friends along the way, people she enjoyed to visit when she found the chance to. She wondered how they would find out about her death, and who would end up caring for her son, if they even bothered to come and look for him.

She sighed, unable to open her eyes as she was sure it was time to finally let herself go. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks as she kept a smile on her face, her life leaving her body as her hand would go limp, falling to the ground beside Baby, who simply let out a cry as he could tell his Mama was gone.

The Winged Protector, the Veiled One, the Fallen Angel, was gone.