#gosh i hope these questions are alright sorry in advance

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: Anon request - "could you do a smut based on the reader and colby being good friends, but she secretly likes him, they do the q&a vid where colby admits to being a dom and then something happens with him and the reader after the vid and he like proves what he said?? hope this makes sense"

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, dominant!Colby, sub!y/n, mentions of alcohol, dirty questions being asked, flirting, use of pet names - daddy being one of them, rough unprotected sex, choking, oral (both), breeding kink?? Cream pie,, hair pulling, scratching, semi forceful actions, filth

Disclaimer: All of the questions expect for the kinks question are made up, along with the answers. Also sorry in advance if this isn’t my best work.

Word count: 4.4k | not edited

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"What's up guys. So as you can see, Sam has changed a little bit." He laughs as he motions to you sitting next to him.

You laugh and shake your head. Colby smiles and looks back into the camera, "No, Sam is actually behind the camera today."

Sam peaks around, showing his face extremely close to the camera, "Hello." He stands back up, sitting back down in the chair and Colby claps his hands together, "Well now that Sam got his three seconds of fame, let me explain why y/n is here."

You cross your leg over the other and lean back as he speaks, "I thought it would be fun to do a little Q and A, but not only on my personal channel, but with one of my closest friends, y/n."

Colby turns to look at you, "Y/n. Don't be rude, say hello." He laughs as you gasp, "Oh, gosh. Sorry." You wave, "Hello everybody."

"Thank you." Colby laughs and reaches down, "So.. you all know mine and Sam's drinking question Q and A stuff, so I figured we'd do the same here." He looks over at you, "You know how this works?"

You nod, "If I don't want to answer the question, I have to take a shot?"

"You catch on quick." Colby chuckles and sets a shot glass on the table, "So.. Sam went through our little twitter thread and picked out some good questions to ask us, from you."

"Now." He glances over at you, "I know I said they're for me, but we can accommodate with having y/n here, right?" He looks over at you and you smile, "Sure can."

You liked Colby. Not as long as you knew him for, but you've started to like him way more than a best friend over the last few months.

You were nervous, because you knew his fans are ruthless when it comes time asking questions about whether or not he likes being tied up, and since the questions are also for you today, what are you going to do? Lie?

"Alright." Colby's words snap you from your thoughts, "Let's get started."

"Okay, first question." Sam clears his throat but you cut him off, "Hold on, Sam. Sorry. Colby you have.." you reach over, pulling a piece of fuzz from his purple colored hair, "Fuzz, or something."

You wiggle your fingers as it floats down to the floor and you look up, "Sorry. Continue. That was just bugging the hell out of me."

Colby smiles, "Thank you."

You nod and Sam clears his throat, "Alright. First question. If you could design your own superhero costume, what would it look like?"

You raise your brows, "Wow I thought these were going to be bad." You laugh and Sam quickly follows up, "Just wait."

"Oh." You laugh and shake your head, "My super hero costume would definitely be something like.. oh gosh. I don't know. Like a mix between Wonder Woman's and Black widow? If that's even possible."

Colby nods, "Nice. Nice. Like a black bodysuit type thing with the tiara that wonder woman wears?"

You look at him, "I think so, maybe not having pants, but longer sleeves definitely and maybe a boy shorts type bottom and of course the tiara."

"Sick." Sam says with a nod, "Colby?"

Colby thinks for a few more seconds, "Definitely something like Spider-Man, maybe not a mask, but something I can wear under a button up and just rip it open and save the day." He points, "Definitely more black and a royal blue color."

You smirk, "Instead of the spider, have a big C and B on your chest in cool letters, that would be sick."

"Yeah, yes!" Colby snaps and points to you, "I like it."

You laugh and look back at Sam, "Alright. Next question."

Sam laughs slightly and you close your eyes, "Oh no."

Sam sighs, "What's an embarrassing thing you've done and never told anyone about?"

"If I never told anyone why would I say it here? Right now when there's a camera pointed at me?" You point to the camera on the tripod and laugh.

"For the goodness of this video?" Sam laughs and you shake your head, "I need a shot, Colbs."

He tilts his head, "Really? Will you tell me later?"

You laugh, "Probably not."

He sighs and pours you a shot, "Fine." He smiles as he hands you the glass and you take it, "Oh god. I hate straight vodka."

You wipe your mouth and set the glass down, "Your turn."

Colby sighs, "I think I'm going to have to agree with y/n on this one." He pours himself a shot and takes it.

"You guys are no fun. Get drunk so you answer." Sam groans.

You roll your eyes and Colby laughs, "Next question, dear host Sam."

Sam scrolls on his phone and smirks, "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

You try not to make it obvious, but you look at Colby and he looks at you. You nod, "I mean, I would have to say so, yeah."

"Ohhh. Wanna tell us who you-"

"No." You cut Sam off and laugh, "that wasn't a part of the question."

Colby laughs and you can tell his eyes are still on you. He looks away as you look back at him and he shrugs, "I mean, with the right person maybe? So what, is that a yes?"

"I'd say so." You nod as you look from him to Sam and Sam nods, "Yeah, that works." He hums as he looks for another question, "Okay." He tries to hold back in his laughter, "Colby. This one is specifically for you."

"Oh no." Colby leans forward, resting his chin in his hand, "Hit me."

"Colby. Why do you have a pair of handcuffs in your room?"

Your mouth drops slightly. You knew about them because it's an on going joke between all your friends, but it still never ceases to amaze you.

Colby's eyes go wide and he gasps, "Oohhhkaaay." He laughs, "Why?"

"Yeah Colby. Explain why." Sam says, "What, are they from your god dang arrest or something? Props on a video.. really, what are they for?"

Colby reaches down and grabs the Tito's bottle, "um.. I mean.." he looks over at you, "I mean, no." He looks at Sam, "Definitely wasn't for those."

He untwists the cap then screws it back on, "Alright.." he leans forward as he sets the bottle on the floor, "I use them for personal fun, alright."

You cover your mouth and look at Sam who looks scared, "What the fuck does that mean?"

"That.." Colby laughs, "..would answer the question, though, right?" He looks into the camera, a smirk on his face, "I'm already.. I'm already getting embarrassed." He leans back, fixing his shirt and Sam shakes his head, "No."

"Judge is saying no." You point to Sam and Colby smiles nervously, "What? No?"

"Drink!" Sam yells and Colby goes to pour his shot before he finally spills, "I use them for.. sexual fun. Alright?"

He caps the alcohol and sets it back down. You can feel your cheeks turning red, but with this next question they're red no matter how hard you try to conceal it.

"Name two dirty kinks that you have." Sam raises his brows and Colby's mouth drops, "Oh god."

"Sam." You scoff and he laughs, "It's not me, I'm just reading the question from this person so yell at them."

"You know.." Colby starts, "I think it's only fair if y/n answers first on this one."

"No- don't do that." You laugh and cover your face. Sam laughs, "He's right." You look at Sam, "Of course you're agreeing with him."

You look at Colby with a smile, "Okay, fine." You take a deep breath, "I like.. wax play."

The look on Colby's face changes and he raises his brows, "Oh really?"

"Oh snaaaap!" Sam yells behind the camera. You hold up your hand, "Yeah, yeah, Colby. Your turn."

"Oh fuck.." he looks into the camera, "Sorry.. mom." He laughs slightly and reaches for the bottle of alcohol, "You know what.. I don't wanna answer now."

"No, no. You have to. I did, so you do." You lean back, crossing your leg over the other, "Come on. Let's hear it."

"I already said one. The handcuff thing." He pours the vodka into the glass, "Does that count as one?"

Sam nods and you sigh, "Good so now you only have to say one." You laugh as Colby caps the bottle, "Okay.. um.." he laughs slightly, "I like to be dominant. Alright.. there we go."

His words did something to you.

You squeeze your thighs together and he most definitely noticed that.

Sam erupts from behind the camera, "Whoooaaaaahhh."

You and Colby both laugh at him as he shakes his head, "The beans.. were spilled."

Colby rubs his eye and sighs, "I hate this." You nod, "Me too." He looks over at you, "What's your second kink Miss y/n."

"Oh we're back to that. Great okay." You look down and sigh, "I guess I might as well just.." you slap your hands into your lap and look up at Colby, "I like to be dominated."

"Oh shit." He tilts his head, eyebrows raising as he nods, "Go you."

"Moving on please." You try to deter from your answer, but it's hard when you said it on purpose.

You wanted Colby to know that you wanted him, but you didn't want to fully come out and say it.

Not yet at least, maybe when he's telling you to say it.

"Okay, okay. Moving on from that spice show." Sam laughs, "Next question."

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"Alright. So that's it for this video, I'm actually surprised that we aren't drunk." Colby looks over at you, "Thanks for coming on and getting down and dirty."

You laugh, "Anytime, guys. This was.. if you look past the embarrassing part, it was kind of fun."

Colby laughs and nods, "Yeah. It was. He looks into the camera, "See you guys in the next one."

Sam cuts the camera off and stand sup to stretch, "That was.. something." He laughs and shakes his head, "You guys are going to be the stars of twitter when this drops."

"Why?" You ask knowing the answer. You just wanted to hear what Sam had to say.

He tilts his head, looking at you dumbfounded. He points to Colby, "Likes to be dominant." He points to you, "Likes to be dominated."

You roll your eyes, "mhm."

Colby laughs, changing the subject, "I'm going to go start editing this." He looks over at you, "You coming with?"

"Yeah, I'll be up then. Just to make sure you don't embarrass me."you tease and he smirks, "I would never."

You smile and look over at Sam a he snorts, "You guys.." he shakes his head and you tilt your head, "You guys.. what?"

"Just keep it down." He mumbles as he walks away. You laugh and look at Colby, "I'll be up." He nods and stands up to grab the camera off the tripod, "See you then."

You watch as he walks away, shaking your head as you think about what happened tonight.

You couldn't believe you were so open about some of the stuff you said.

Wax play?

Like being dominated?

A lot of that had to do with your comfortability level with Colby, if he wasn't there, you probably would have just drank, but at the same time...

You knew exactly what you were doing, and you think it worked.

You get up, making your way up to your room. You change out of your jeans and sweatshirt and put on a pair of shirts and a loose t-shirt.

You take a deep breath before going next door to Colby's room. You knock before slowly opening the door, "Can I come in?"

You watch a now shirtless Colby turn around and he nods, "Of course."

You walk in, closing the door behind you as you walk over to his bed and sit down on the end, "Get a lot done?"

He chuckles, "Just watching it.." his eyes move up your  legs, "So see where I can cut it, you know." He looks up at your face and turns back towards the computer.

You lick your lips, smirking as you bring your legs up to sit comfortably on the bed, "Can you cut out my sneeze, please?"

"Why?" Colby asks, turning his chair towards you, "I thought it was adorable."

"I hate how I sneeze." You argue and Colby rolls his eyes playfully, "Well I don't, so." He spins back towards the computer and you can hear Sam ask about the two kinks.

"Oh god." You groan, falling back onto the bed, "Just cut that whole segment out."

Colby pauses the video and you hear him turn towards you, "Now why would we do that?"

You look up at him and sit up, "Because I actually said what mine were." You laugh, obviously nervous, "That's.. embarrassing."

Colby pulls his lips between his teeth and sighs, "You know what I think?"

You look at him, "What do you think?"

"I think.." he leans forward, fingers tapping your knees, "You said it for a reason."

You chew on your cheek, trying to keep your composure, "Uh huh. Okay." You nod, "What if I did?"

"Then I know what I need to do." He moves forward, crawling up the bed as you move back, his body hovering over yours.

You stare to at him for a few seconds before he leans down, roughly attaching his lips to yours.

You hands slide up his chest, laying on the sides of his neck as he reaches down to spread your legs. He nestles his hips between your knees, grudging his bulge against your clothed center.

You whimper out, moving your hips, "Please."

It was like a switch flipped the minute you said you liked being dominated, because he's doing exactly what he said he likes to do.

"Beg." His voice is low and his lips move along your jaw, "Beg for me, baby. Tell me what you want."

You whimper, tilting your head back to give him room as he kisses down your neck, "Please Colby, I need you."

He sits up, your legs over his thighs, "Need me to do what, baby?" He pushes his hands up your thighs, slipping his fingers inside your shorts and pulling them away.

"Take off my shorts." You lift your hips, "Please."

He chuckles lowly and slowly pulls your shorts down. You bring your legs up as he pulls them over your feet and tosses them, "come here."

You get up, on your knees in front of him, "Tell me what to do."

He smirks, fingers moving to pull your shirt up over your head. His eyes scan down over your bare chest, "Move to the floor."

He stands up as you move to the floor, on your knees awaiting your next command.

Colby stands up, undoing his jeans and pushing them down. He sits down, in his boxers, on the edge of the bed, "Come here."

His eyes follow you as you move in between his legs. You look up at him and he reaches down, gripping your chin, "I'm going to take care of you, okay? But first.." he bites his lip, thumb hooking over your bottom row of teeth, "I want to hear you gagging on my dick."

Your breath hitches in your throat as your heart rate picks up, "Yes, daddy." You smirk slightly as you see his eyebrow twitch.

He nods with a small smirk, "Fucking right."

He brushes hair from your face, lifting his hips as you work his boxers down his thighs. His cock springs free and you immediately bring a hand up to wrap around it.

A low groan leaves his throat, lip pulled between his teeth as he locks eyes with you. He nods down, "Go on, sweetheart."

You lick your lips, leaning in to swirl your tongue around the tip. He gasps lowly as you wrap your lips around him, bobbing your head to work at coating him in your spit.

"Fuck, that's it." He moans out quietly. He lays a hand on the back of your head, pushing down, urging you to take him all, even if you can't.

He wanted to hear you.

You push your head down, his cock hitting the back of your throat which causes you to gag around him. He pulls your hair into a makeshift pony with his hands, "That's it."

You bob your head, squeezing your eyes shut as you gag on him a few more times.

Colby moans, pulling your head up. He grips your chin, squeezing as he leans in, "That's my girl." He bucks his hips, "Keep going."

You nod, moving your head back in to take him in fully, gagging around him as your hands move up to grip his thighs.

He moves your head up and down, pulling at your hair as the sound of your saliva squelching around him fills the room, along with the sound of you gagging.

He moans, "Fuck, that's my girl. That's my fucking girl."

He lifts your head, wiping away the spit from your chin with his thumb, "On the bed."

You quickly get up, still breathing rapidly as you get on the bed. He motions with his hand, "Hands and knees, baby."

You roll over onto your stomach from your back and lift yourself up. Your arms holding up your weight as you look over at him.

His eyes scan up and down your body, biting his lip before he holds up a finger. He walks over to his dresser, pulling out the - you guessed it - black fuzzy handcuffs.

Your heart skips a beat as you watch him walk over to you with them, spinning them on his finger like a taunt.

"Do you want these on you?" He tilts his head, holding the cuffs up higher.

You nod, "Yes."

"What did you say?" He bites his lip, trying to fight back his smirk and you swallow, "Yes daddy."

"Atta girl." He winks and moves behind you, reaching down to take your one arm and bring it behind you. You rest your head down onto the bed before bringing your other arm back.

You feel the fuzz against your skin, biting your lip as you hear the click of the cuffs tighten around your wrists.

"You look so fucking hot like this." His hands slide down the small of your back, over the lace of your panties to deliver a smack to each ass cheek at the same time.

You whimper, jolting forward as the sting settles in, "Fuck."

His hands rub the red prints on your skin, "What do you want, baby?" He slips his fingers into the band of your panties, teasing you because he knows exactly what you want - he just wants you to say it.

"Fuck me, I want you to fuck me." You whine, "Please. Please."

"You don't want me to taste you?" He leans down, kissing your lower back, "you don't want me to taste what you've been flaunting around me for all these years?"

His words make your stomach flip, but in the best way.

"Fuck, yes. Yes, Colby." You move your head so you can try to look at him. He chuckles, "Yes, yes Colby what?"

"I want you to taste me." You breathe out, biting your lip as you feel him pulling your panties down over your ass.

He pulls them down to rest at your knees, "fuck, you have such a pretty looking pussy." He brings a hand up, teasingly sliding his fingers up and down your folds.

You whimper, pushing your hips back to meet his fingers more, but he pulls them away, "Mm, baby. You're so eager aren't you?" Colby moves behind you, bending down to kiss the small of your back again.

"Please." You whine, "Colby."

You head him chuckle, "Tell me again, baby. Tell me what you want."

"I want your tongue in me." You say, desperate for his touch, "Please, daddy."

You feel his hands lay on your thighs as his thumbs gently spread your folds open. He leans in, licking a strip up and groaning against you, "So fucking good, baby."

You moan loudly, wrists pulling again the retrains, "Fuck, yes."

Colby's tongue moves up and down a few times before pushing into you. He digs his fingers into your skin as he slides his other hand up to pull your hips back.

You groan loudly, wanting to do badly grip the sheets, "Fuck, fuck. Yes." You pant loudly, wiggling your hips as your eyes roll shut.

Colby pulls away, placing kisses up the back of your thigh as he sits up, "Your pussy is going to feel so fucking good around my dick."

He moves behind you, sliding his hand down to grip the center chain of the cuffs as he slaps the head of his cock against your pussy a few times.

"Tell me you want it." He demands, head of his cock sliding up and down your slick folds.

"I want you. I need you." You push your hips back, nails digging into the palm of your hands, "Please, daddy. I need yo-"

Your words are replaced by a long and loud moan as Colby slowly slides his cock into you, "You keep it up with that daddy shit and I might have to just make it true."

You moan in response, "Please.. daddy."

"Fuck.." he groans as he pushes his hips against you. His hands hold your hips tight as you stretch around him.

"M-move. Please." You whimper out, but Colby doesn't comply. He leans down, kissing your shoulder and you moan as his cock shifts slightly.

"Just give it a minute, baby." He rubs your hip, "You feel so fucking good. I could cum right now."

"C-co-"

He cuts your begging short, "Tell me what you want."

"M-move.." you whimper out quietly, the feeling of him just resting inside of you becoming unbearable.

"Louder."

You whimper, a little louder than the last, "Please move.."

"Mm. Louder baby. I wanna hear you nice and clear." Colby continues to rub your hip.

You move your head, "Colby.. please move."

"Mm. No I need you louder than that, baby." Colby chuckles and you sigh, slightly frustrated, "But Sam.."

"I don't give a fuck about him right now, y/n. I only care about one thing right now and that's hearing you beg for me." He pulls your hips back, causing you to moan at the pressure from his cock.

"oh my god." You moan out, making your voice louder, "Fuck me, daddy. Please move, I need you to fuck me!"

"That's my girl." He pulls out and thrusts back in, "Fuck, keep going baby. I wanna hear you."

You pull your wrists, whining when you can't move them anywhere, "Fuck, yes yes yes."

Colby lays a hand on yours as he thrusts, pulling the metal chain to the cuffs back with each thrusts, "Fucking hell, baby. You're so fucking good."

You moan out, basically screaming his name, "Fuck, Colby! Yes!"

You squeeze his cock, digging your nails into his hand. His thrusts are punishing, building up your orgasm quickly, "Shit, d-daddy!"

You whine, "So fucking close. So fucking.. close."

"Hold it, baby. Wait for me." He leans down, kissing up your back, "Wait for me."

A constant string of moans leaves your lips as your eyes roll back, closing as you try your best not to cum just yet, "Please." You breathe out, "C-Colby."

"Almost there, sweetheart." He whispers in your ear and you nod against the mattress and he groans, "Where do you want me?"

You just whimper in response and he sits up, "Can't hear you, baby. Tell me where you want it."

"Don't stop." You moan out, "Please daddy."

He grips your hips tight, "Fucking hell, you gonna cum for me?"

"Y-yes. Yes yes." You gasp, pushing your hips back as much as you can, "Fuck, cum in me."

His fingertips press into your skin harder, "F-fuck." He moans loud as his thrusts become sloppy, "Shit." He breathes out, voice shaky as you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

You moan, breathing heavy as he gently rests your hips down onto the bed. He undoes the cuffs, rubbing your wrists as soon as they're off, "Are you okay? These didn't hurt you did they?"

"No." You try to shake your head, "No I'm fine, Colbs." You smile as he lays down next to you, gently pressing his lips to yours.

“So.. follow up question..” you look up at him, “Does this mean we’re together now, or?”

“you're my girl, now." He brushes hair from your face, "Thought me moaning out my fucking girl gave that away." He chuckles and you smile with a slight laugh, "Yeah, no you're right."

You sit up, leaning over to kiss him and he lays a hand on your back, smiling within the kiss, "Just be prepared for Sam to bitch in the morning because you were pretty loud."

You lean back, laughing as you push his shoulder, "Only because you told me to."

"Yeah, and you listened very well." He winks and pulls you back down for another kiss, “Next time, we'll take it a little bit slower, and more gentle."

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A/N: Hey guys! Here’s another update. I didn’t edit this one so sorry in advance. I decided to do the second half in Harry’s POV so I want to hear your thoughts on that. I hope you like it. Thank you for reading and voting. It means a lot to me that you’re liking my content. Don’t forget to also send in your requests. Happy reading.

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Today was your birthday and you couldn’t be more excited. You enjoyed your birthdays a lot since it gave you an excuse to let loose and have fun. This year made it a tit more special because you had a "situationship." You’ve been in this situation with none other than Harry. Unfortunately, although you’re developed a crush on him, you knew it couldn’t be more. He was a famous sex magnet for crying out loud. He had beautiful women over him all the time leaving you on the side at his disposal when he wanted. You guys talked almost every day, becoming friends. Unfortunately, you were only able to see him when he came around to this small town. You both had mutual friends which is now you guys met in the first place. You instantly clicked and couldn’t help but talk for hours.it sucked that he travelled a lot which is one of the reasons why you guys were what you were.

You were currently sitting on your couch when your phone started ringing. Your face lit up seeing Harry’s name pop up on the screen. You calmed down a bit and answered the FaceTime call. Soon your screen showed Harry’s face. “There’s the birthday girl”, the says flashing you a smile, his dimples showing. Gosh you loved those dimples. “Hey. How are you?”, you say watching his soft pink lips. Those same lips that trace your body and kissed your skin all over when he came around. You instantly looked at his expression change on the screen. “I have bad news princess", he says making your heart break a bit. You knew what was coming. He wasn’t gonna make it today for your birthday. “You won’t be coming?", you aak him, your face faltering. His silence confirmed your suspicions. “Sorry princess. You know how much I wanted to be there on your special day”, he says sadly. You felt a pang hit your chest, the urge to cry becoming a bit overwhelming. You sucked it up and plastered a fake smile on your face. “It's alright Harry. I understand that you’re busy. I have to go though”, you say, your voice breaking a bit. “Y/N”, he starts to say but you hang up before he could continue.

You let the tears spill down your face as the sadness overtook your body. Of course, he wasn’t going to show. He was busy with his own shit and didn’t have the time to come see you.at the end of the day you were just someone he fucked when he came along.at the time you agreed since you wanted to have fun but now your feelings for him grew stronger and stronger. You took a deep breath and wiped your tears away. You got up and headed to your best friends’ house to meet her and go shopping for your outfit for tonight. “Bitch! Are you ready for tonight?", the exclaims dragging you to the store. “A bit”, you say looking through the racks of dresses. “Uh you don’t sound excited, she says as she sticks her head in between the dresses. “He’s not coming”, you tell her, your voice breaking again. She engulfed you in a tight hug not asking you anymore questions.

After finding the perfect dress, you went back to her house to get ready. You didn’t know what the plans were for tonight. All you knew was that you had to get dolled up and get ready to party. Earlier this month you had mentioned that you didn’t want to go to the club. One, it was because you kind of outgrew the nice. Secondly, you mainly did it because of Harry. He is famous after all and you didn’t want your special day ruined due to paparazzi. Duce to this, you were nervous yet excited for tonight's events. After getting dressed, you looked at yourself in the mirror and you looked hot as fuck. “Okay now its time to go y/n but unfortunately I have to blindfold you”, she says. Before you could say anything she put a scarf over your eyes making everything go dark.

Somehow, we got into her car and Che drove us to our destination. It felt like a short ride because soon we were at the destination. “Were here!”, she says excitedly. She got out and opened your door. She grabbed your hand and led led you inside.it was silent...too silent for it to be a club. “Okay. I’m going to take the blindfold off but keep your eyes closed, okay?”, she says. “Okay”, you reply nervously. You felt her hands untie the blindfold and kept your eyes closed. You still saw darkness through your eyelids. You hear a switch go off and you see brightness through your lids. Your hands were sweaty from the nerves building up. “Okay, open”, she says and you quickly opened your eyes. "Surprise!!", everyone yelled making you smile widely. “Oh, my goodness guys!”, you say as your closest friends gathered around you engulfing you in a group hug.

“Let’s get this party started!", your best friend says, an eruption of cheers and claps surrounding you. The DJ started playing and people started dancing. You couldn’t help but look around the unfamiliar home.it was not any one of your friend group’s places, you knew that for a fact. So, who’s place could this be? Before you could question it, your best friend dragged you to bar instantly giving you shots left and right. As the night went by, you let loose and starting dancing. You were definitely not drunk, thankful that you could hold down your liquor. You were loose enough to not care what people thought of you. Soon, one of your favorite songs came on, Trap pea. You got up on the table in the middle of the dance-floor and started dancing to the beat of the song. You felt so good in this very moment, the only person missing was Harry.

Harry’s POV:

I had to lie to y/n in order to make her surprise believable. For the past couple of years, I had always tried being there for her birthday. I travel a lot due to my career which had caused us to not be serious with one another. I don’t like our situation at all. I enjoy her company deeply and we have a great connection. The sex is also great but that’s just a bonus. For this year, a decided to purchase a home near her in order to be closer to her. With this home, we could probably get more privacy, which will give us more time together to work on our “situation". I also had planned the birthday party where she is at right now. She was really looking forward to me spending time with her on her special day. Little did she know that I was already in the house waiting to surprise her. From the sound of it, it sounded like everyone was having a great time. There was a knock on the door as a placed the squared blue velvet box in the middle of our bed. I couldn’t wait to spend time with her here and create new memories.

The door opened and Thomas walked in. “Hey mate. You ready to come down? She’s dancing and I’m not sure if she’s plastered or not “, he says handing me the glass filled with bourbon. “Thanks mate. Yes, I’m ready and she’s definitely not plastered, it’s not her style”. He didn’t respond but modded his head. With the glass in my hand, I grabbed the huge bouquet of red and white roses, which were her favorite, and headed out the door. We were currently on the second floor which gave me an advantage to see the main room and see where she was. I stopped in the middle of the hallway looking down at her dancing on the table. She did look like she was drunk but I knew she wasn’t. The way she was swaying her hips and dancing to the music was doing things to me. I just wanted to grab her and kiss her and fuck her. Her bestfriend looked up at us, Thomas giving her the thumbs up. She went towards the DJ booth to grab the microphone and grab everyone's attention.

“alright everyone! Before the birthday girl and everyone gets shit faced, I wanted to take the time and sing happy birthday”, she says, an eruption of cheers and claps surrounded the room. Thomas walked downstairs and into the kitchen to grab the cake. I look down to see y/n stand in the middle of the crowd facing the kitchen. I took the opportunity to run down the stairs and get in between the crowd to stand behind her with the roses is my hand. “Happy birthday to you!”, everyone finished singing. “Make a wish sweetheart", Thomas said. She stood there a bit, assuming she was making her birthday wish, and knew up the candles, causing everyone to clap again. “Thank you so much for coming tonight and spending the evening with me”, y/n says. She received hugs from her close friends, still not looking back at me. “And where’s my hug baby”, I say stepping closer to her body. She quickly turned around with a shocked look on her face. – oh my gosh! Harry! You’ve here!”, she excitedly says, engulfing me in a tight hug. “Hey baby. I’ve missed you”, I say, burying my face in the crook of her neck. I could feel her starting to tear up, her soft sniffles making it more prominent against my ear.

“My birthday wish came true”, she cries. I puce away looking at her puffy eyes that held so much joy. “And what was that wish?”, I ask her, wiping the tears from her face. “That you’d somehow spend tonight with me”, she says. I couldn’t believe she included me in her birthday wish. I was head over heels for this woman. I connected our lips together and gave her a small tender kiss. I pulled away and brung the bouquet of roses in between us. Her eyes lit up and a huge smile grew on her face, it being contagious because a couldn’t stop smiling since I first saw her. “Oh my, Harry these are beautiful “, she says taking them from my hand and smelling the fresh roses. "Beautiful flowers for my beautiful girl”, I say, her eyes looking at me instantly causing her to blush. “I’m not sure where to put them”, she says looking around the room for a good spot. “Here, let me take them from you while you get us a drink yeah?”, I suggest taking the flowers back into my hand, her nodding at my suggestion. Before she walked away, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into my body giving her another kiss out of many that I would give her tonight. She pulled back, her cheeks once again getting the pink rosy tint on them as she walked away into the kitchen to get us a drink.

I went upstairs to put the bouquet of roses on the bed along with her present, which I will give to her once we are alone tonight. Right now is for her to have as much fun as possible since it is a special day. I walked back downstairs and I find her waiting for me, her back facing towards me, at the bottom of the stairs. She was looking around the room , trying to find me in the mass pool of people. As I reached the bottom stair, I snuck my arms around her waist and pulled her into my torso, giving her a hug as I nestled my head on the crook of her neck, her skin smelling divine. “Looking for me love?”, I whispered against her ears. She giggled as she turned around to face me and bring my drink up between us. I took it, smirking at her as I maintained eye contact with her as I drank my drink. “Ready to have fun?”, I ask, grabbing her hand and leading her through the living. I downed my drink and put the glass on the table as I pulled her closer to me and started dancing to the music. Her body was against mine as she moved her hips against me, the contact giving me the feels. I need to have her tonight, it’s been a while. She finished her drink and put the glass down on the table as well, her hands going to the back of my neck, her back still against my torso, and her head leaning back against my shoulder. My hands were placed on her waist pulling her closer. I was so into the music and so into her. That was the only thing that mattered to me, her happiness.

I couldn’t get the image of her face lighting up when she saw me. She was genuinely happy to see me which made my insides warm. This woman means everything to me, and although we aren’t formally together, she knows that she’s mine and I am hers. Since this has started, I’ve never thought of going out with anyone or fool around with anyone. I counted the days for when I was able to see her again. I will make sure to see her more often and spend as much time with her. “Someone’s getting excited”, she whispered against my ear, referring to the erection that I was getting while dancing with her. “That’s what you do to me sweetheart”, I say leaning down and placing a kiss on her neck. She closed her eyes as her fingers twisted around the bottom of my curls. I kissed up her neck, everyone not paying attention since they were busy dancing and being in their own little world to pay any attention with us. “Mmm”, she moaned quietly as I kissed the spot by her ear, which I knew turned her on. “I can’t wait to fuck you tonight”, I whispered into her ear, twirling her around before she could say anything, pulling her back into my chest, being face to face, with a shocked expression on her face. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her reaction, swaying us side to side to the music.

As the night went along, we danced to multiple songs, drank shots, ate cake, and had the most fun we’ve had in a while. Little by little, people started leaving, her best friend and Thomas leaving together. Soon it was just me and Y/N left in the house. I closed the front door, after bidding goodbye to our guests, turned around looking for Y/N. She was walking around the house with a big black bag in her hand picking up the empty red cups and dirty paper plates littered around. I couldn’t help but just watch her. I had cleaners coming in the morning to deep clean the house, but it amazed me how she always took the initiative to start cleaning, even if it wasn’t her home. “Babe what are you doing?”, I ask walking towards her and picking up some cups on the way, placing them into the bag. “Cleaning. I’m not sure who’s house this is, I’m not sure if Thomas rented it for the night, but I want to make sure it’s clean for the owners”, she says. I smirked at her, admiring her beauty. “I don’t mind it”, I say to her, looking at her reaction as she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion looking at me. “What?”, she asked. “I said. I don’t mind it”, I grabbed her wrist, pulling the bag away from her and placing it on the floor. I cupped her face in my hands and pulled her in into a kiss. He hands were placed around mine, holding them as I kissed her deeply. She pulled away and looked at me again, her eyebrows still furrowed. “What do you mean a Harry?”, she asked. My grin widened as I walked her towards the front of the stair case. “Well, I know I’ve traveled a lot, and it sucks that when I come here, we have to stay at a hotel I’ve booked, or stay at your place, even though I don’t mind it at all. So, on my adventures, I thought it over, spoke to Thomas, and I thought it would be a great idea to just purchase a home. A home we can share, where you can stay at, and create new memories together”, I say to her,

She didn’t say anything at her, trying to take in the information. “So, this is your house?”, she asks, I nod. “Were you here when you called me this morning?”, she asks, I nod. “All of this because I’m crazy about you”, I say to her getting closer to her, my hands, once again on her face. “You are?”, she asked, a bit of hope in her voice. Was she actually doubting it? “Yes. I’ve been crazy for you for a long time”, I whispered to her, even though we were by ourselves. “You have?”, she asks, making me chuckle. “Yes, why would you think otherwise?”, I said, my turn to ask her questions. She stayed silent for a minute, thinking before answering. “I don’t know”, she honestly says. I pecked her lips over and over, kissing around her face making her giggle at my actions. “I’m in love with you”, I say before kissing her deeply this time. Our lips moved in unison, sucking her bottom lip here and there. Her hands placed on my face as well, deepening the kiss. My hands went down to her waist, pulling her as close to me as possible. Our breathing started to get heavier as the kiss was getting more and more heated. We both pulled away, and she engulfed me in a hug. “Thank you Harry, for making this day. Extra special”, she says, her body relaxing as I hugged her tightly. “You don’t have to thank me darling. You should know I would do anything for you”, I say to her. We stayed like this for a while, embracing one another. “Take me to bed Harry”, she finally said, in a seductive way.

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I picked her up, her legs wrapped around my wait, her dress bunching up her waist revealing her bum. My hands instantly grabbed her bum, squeezing the cold skin against my palms, her lips on my neck kissing me. “I can’t wait to have you darling”, I say, opening the door and closing it behind us. I sat her down at the edge of the bed, as I grabbed the velvet box and bouquet of flowers and putting them on the side dresser. “What’s that?”, she noticed the box. “It’s your present but we’ll open it later. I need to have you now”, I say. I walked to the light switch, the twinkly lights in the room turning on, lightly lighting the room. I got those specifically for her since she has them in her room. I remember her mentioning that the lights calmed her, so I got them for our room. Her face looked around in amazement, the smile on her face causing me to smile as well. “Harry”, I kissed her lips before she could say anything. I grabbed her by her waist and pushed her more back onto the bed, so her head was on the pillows. I played myself between her legs as I ducked down to kiss her and deepen the kiss, her hands tugging on my hair. Her legs wrapped around my wait, my hands sliding up feeling her soft skin, feeling the goosebumps forming.

I trailed my kisses down her neck, kissing and licking the area in expertise, knowing where she loved to get kissed. I sucked on the skin by her ear, making her moan in satisfaction as I was giving her a hickey. I blew air on it and watch the small area redden. “You look so beautiful in this dress baby”, I kissed down her chest, “But I’m going to have to take it off”, I say, my hand moving towards the back of the dress to unzip it. Once the dress was taken off, she was left in just her panties, no bra worn. I smirked at her as I ducked down and took one of her breasts in my mouth as I kneaded the other in my hand. Her small gasps surrounding the room as I sucked her nipple between my lips. I gently bit the sensitive nub causing a moan to emit from her lips and her back to arch in pleasure. I swirled my tongue a few more times before switching over to her other breasts doing the same thing. I kissed down her torso, nipping at her skin with my teeth leaving little red marks here and there. I reached the wait, taking her the edge of her panties between my teeth. I looked up at her, seeing if she was watching me, happy that she was as her chest was moving up and down as her breathing was starting to pick up in anxiousness. With my teeth I slowly pulled down her panties down her legs until they were off completely. Her eyes were glued to me, anticipating my next move. I threw her panties across the room, kissing up her lug until I reached where I wanted to taste. I kissed her inner thighs, sucking on her skin making her gasp from the slight pain. I kissed her lips, licking and kissing that area before I devoured her. I was hungry for her. My lips then made contact with her clit, placing small delicate kisses on it making her moan. “Harry…please”, she moaned, wanting more contact. “As you wish baby”, I say before licking up her slit and taking her clit into my mouth. She let out a loud moan as my tongue swirled around her clit making her body squirm. Gosh she tasted heavenly. She always tasted so heavenly. Her fingers went through my hair gripping it as my tongue was making her feel good. Still eating her out, my hands went up to her breasts and started kneading them, her lips slightly grinding on my face as I pinched her nipples. The sensation was getting too much for her as her legs were starting to shake a bit, indicating she was close to cumming. Before she could, I detached my lips from her bottom ones and kissed up her body, attaching my lips to hers, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself on my tongue. Both of us letting out a moan against one another as we both tasted her on my tongue, our kiss getting sloppy as the need for one another grew.

“Please H I need you baby”, she moaned against my lips causing me to groan out at how needy she was getting. I love it. I took off my clothes quickly and positioned myself at her entrance. I was already hard for her, ready to fuck her. “Ready princess?”, I asked, thrusting into her before she could answer, her lips forming an ‘O’ and moaning at the sudden feeling of my hard cock in her wet pussy. “Gosh I’ve missed you wrapped around my cock. You feel so good”, I say, leaning in to put my hands against the pillows by her head. I thrusted into her at a steady pace, our moans becoming more prominent as we were getting into it. She reached down to her legs, grabbing one in each hand, as she pulled them up against her chest, as I penetrated her deeper. “Fucking hell”, I moaned as I thrusted deeper into her. “Mmmm it feels so good Harry”, she moans out, her eyes pinched closed as she took my cock. “Yeah, baby? You love my cock?”, I say, panting a bit. “Yes, I love it”, she moans out. I stop thrusting and turned her over on all fours. I placed a pillow underneath her stomach for comfort. I grabbed her shoulder for leverage, and I inserted back into her. I grabbed her waist and thrusted into her hard, her moans turning into screams as I fucked her from behind. Our bodies becoming sweaty from our movements. She moved her head to look behind her, our eyes connecting as I fucked her. “Fuck Harry, fuck me. It feels so good”, she pants out, her eyes closing again to take in everything.

My thrusts were starting to become sloppier as I felt the knot in my stomach form. She looked so beautiful on all fours, her moans radiating the walls. I was so into fucking her that for a second I didn’t realize her hand gripping my wrist. She motioned to stop so I did and took myself out of her. “Lay down baby”, she says, and I did as I was told with no hesitation. She straddled my waist and immediately inserted my cock into her. He head leaned back, moaning my name as she adjusted to the new angle. With her feet flat on the bed, she started moving up and down on my cock, the visual causing a growl to come out. Seeing my cock disappearing into her pussy made me go crazy. “Fuck you look like such a goddess like this baby”, I say bringing my hands to her breast, pinching her nipples. Her movements were becoming faster and faster then more she got into it, the tip of my dick hitting her cervix each time. My hand instantly went to her pussy, my finger playing with her clit as she bounced on my dick. “Mmm baby im gonna cum, don’t stop”, she moaned out, causing me to thrust upwards to get her to her climax. We maintained a steady rhythm, my hand moving faster and soon she was cumming on my dick, her moans becoming louder and louder. Her walls clenching around my cock, the warmth of her wet wall engulfing me completely causing me to cum inside her, our cum mixing together. Her bounces became slower, going down to her knees, moving her hips to ride out of highs.

“Fucking hell baby”, I say to her, sitting up and kissing her lips. I turned us around, so she was laying down now. I withdrew from her and saw our cum leaking out of her, the sight was a sight to see. I went into the bathroom to grab wipes so we could clean ourselves. I cleaned myself first, then headed towards her and cleaned her, her body feeling a bit weak from our actions. I threw the wipe away and wrapped my arms around her. We stayed engulfed in one another for a couple of minutes, calming and cooling down a bit. She turned around in my arms, facing me, a huge smile on her face.”Hey”, she whispers causing me to chuckle at her cute reaction. “Hey beautiful”, I say to her, removing a strand of hair out of her face. “That was amazing”, she whispers, playing with the chains around my neck. “It sure was”, I whispered back, kissing the tip of her nose. “Want to open your present?”, I ask her, her eyes lighting up in excitement. “Yes”, she said. I leaned over her, pecking her lips in the process, to get the blue velvet box. We both sat up, I handed her the blue box and she stared at it before opening it.

Her eyes immediately lit up, seeing her gift. “Harry…this is beautiful”, she says taking out the necklace I had gotten. It was a gold necklace with a coffee mug on it encrusted in diamonds. He love for coffee was insane so when I saw the necklace I knew she had to have it. I grabbed the necklace and put it on her, it falling perfectly against her chest. “Thank you Harry”, she hugged me. “No more problem darling. There’s one more thing in there”, I say to her. “There’s more?!, you shou-“, “Look in the box”, I interrupted her. She smiled looking in the box and found the key. “What’s the key for?”, she asks taking it out of the box. “For this house”, I simply say. Hey eyes grew wide at what I said making me laugh. “I want you to move in with me”, I say. “Harry-“, I interrupt her again. “Just think about it. You don’t have to say anything right now love. Think about it. But I really want you to”, I say to her. She put the key back in the box and placed it back on the dresser. She jumped into my arms, getting on top of me and kissing me all over my face. This is what I wanted. I wanted her here with me, by my side, loving her and making her laugh. I want her to be with me for the rest of my life…but that’s a question to ask her for another time.

[saorsayay]

Tag Game

Tagged by @the-awesome-sia (thank you v much lad aayy B))))

1. Post the rules

2. Answer questions by the person that tagged you

3. Write 11 questions of your own

4. Tag 11 people

@the-awesome-sia‘s questions~

1. Do you consider yourself an introvert or an extrovert? Perhaps an ambivert?

Oooh definitely an introvert. I like hanging out w/ friends a lot but I just need my “me-time” pls and thank you.

2. Do you like rice?

I love rice

3. Which movie had you shook for days?

Omg from what I can think of at the moment, probably “The Illusionist” (or “ L'Illusionniste”) (the animated film by Sylvain Chomet, not the other one Jessica Biel and Edward Norton lol) or “When the Wind Blows” shook me to the core.

(and now that I think about it, most of the second half of “Anthrapoid” shook me a bit too)

4.Have you played Undertale? If so, what’s your opinion of the fandom?

No I have not played Undertale (I’m not one for video games in general soz), and when it comes to the fandom, I’ve heard a lot of not-so-nice things about it but I try to just mind my own business. As long as you’re not harming others or yourself. you do you boo.

5. What’s your favourite traditional song from your country?

Ah, either “Bean Pháidín “ (this version of it here has a little animated video that goes with the song, and it kinda gives you an idea of what its about and its *cough* slightly sinister undertones *coUGH*), and I’m also rather fond of  “Óró Mo Bháidín“ :-)) (you might already recognize the melody from the Passion Pit song “Sleepyhead”) 

6. Do you believe in luck?

More often than not, yes (especially when I need it lmao)

7. Which one of the seven deadly sins do you feel closer to (Reminder: Greed, Lust, Wrath, Sloth, Envy, Gluttony and Pride)

Ugh sLOTH IM THE WORST FOR DOING F*CK ALL  AAAAH

8. Do you believe in love in first sight?

Hmmm I’d say I believe in infatuation at first sight, as I believe that (at least with my definition of “love”) in order to truly love someone, there has to be a sense of mutual trust and understanding on both sides that I think just can’t happen upon first meeting someone. Can you find someone attractive after meeting/seeing them only once? yes. Can you really love someone? I don’t think so nah

(In saying this tho, this is coming from someone who hasn’t really been in love ever, so take it with a grain of salt k? This is only my humble opinion)

9. Are you in the side of science/ technology or art/anthropology?

I am a woman of the arts. I appreciate you scientists, keep doin’ what you’re doin’, but the study of people and the things they do are where its at for me (says the introvert hA)

10. When is your birthday?

17th of August! (I’ve been 17 for a week now and I can’t wrap my head around how I’ll be a legal adult next year help)

11. Do you like yourself?

Well, as of this moment in time, I’d say I’m pretty alright with myself as a whole (this could change at any moment tho stay tuned kiddos)

Tagging: aah idk anyone on this hellsite !! But of the mutuals I do know/ know well enough to tag at least(??) would be @petitebaguette, @sugar-mountain, @interdimensional-cats, aaaand @hibernianbok :-D (its okay if yall don’t wanna answer its all g)

1. How are you? (today, in general, whatever...)

2. One thing you were obsessed with as a child?

3. One thing your obessed with right now?

4. Opinions on Zodiac signs, astrology, etc.?

5. If you could invite one person in the world, dead or alive, to dinner, who would it be?

6. Do you believe in the idea of Karma? (believing that good things happen to good people, and bad things happen to bad people.)

7. What are some of the small things that make you happy?

8. A popular thing that everyone seems to like but you can’t get into/ dislike?

9. What is your personal definition of “home”?

10. TV or films?

11. Give one piece of advice to yourself from 5 years ago.

[captainsolare]

Solsooool!! Congrats on 300!!you deserve it and much much more!! ❤️💜 For your event, you know I have to ask for sero, you write him so well! Sero + journal maybe?? And thank you in advance!! ❤️💜❤️

A/N: Hello hello lovely!! I am so sorry this took so long, I hope you like it! 

A/N: I’ve come to the conclusion I can’t write short things, I have too much to say. Also woah this is the last post from the 300 event, thanks so much for your support y'all <3

Sero + Journal

The lunchroom was loud, Sero sat with his normal group, thoughts miles away. “Why do we have to do this stupid assignment anyways?” Denki lamented, sighing heavily as he slumped forward onto the table. “Hey, don’t knock my rice off the table, electricity for brains.” Bakugo threatened, grabbing his bowl as the table tipped unevenly. Sero zoned back into the conversation when suddenly a question was directed towards him.

“What was the question?” He asked, blinking. Kirishima smiled, “No worries man. Mina just asked what you wrote for the journal assignment.”

Sero hummed thoughtfully. The assignment prompt was ‘What would your ideal future look like?’ He knew he should probably say a generic answer, like ‘seeing a world where heroes wouldn’t be necessary or wanting to be a top hero, but for some reason, all of his thoughts led him down a path towards you. He didn’t know you very well, you were in a different hero course class, but you seemed kind and smart, and with a face like that? Goodness, he was hooked.

His daydreaming was interrupted by Mina’s finger poking his cheek; blinking to settle back to reality he was met with his friends’ smiling faces. “Uh oh I know that look,” Denki said teasingly. Mina nodded, smirking, “Uh-huh, our little tape boy is in love.”

Love? The word felt strange in his brain and set his cheeks on fire. “What?! No way.” he protested, hands raised defensively. Mina smiled and exchanged a knowing glance with Denki, “I bet we already know who it is!” “We do?” Denki asked, face scrunching in confusion.

“Look! There’s Y/N now!” Mina exclaimed. Sero couldn’t help it, he perked up like an excited puppy eyes scanning the crowd for you. His face settled into a pout when you were nowhere to be found, and his friends began to laugh. “Dude you should have seen your face!” Denki teased, socking his arm lightly. Sero’s cheeks were warm from embarrassment. Kirishima raised up a halting hand, “Hey now, let’s not tease the guy too much. I think it’s manly to be in love.” Bakugo grunted his disinterest, and the group returned to other topics of conversation.

Soon the bell rang, signaling the long walk back to class. Sero was quiet as he walked, trailing a few steps behind his friends; running through a mental checklist of what he’d need for the next class he panicked as he realized he left his journal back in the locker room this morning. He quickly pivoted, yelling to Denki that he’d be right back and to cover for him.

Little did he know you were in the same predicament, you rushed to the locker room, retrieving the all-important journal from your own locker. As you exited into the hallway, not really paying attention to your surroundings, you bumped into something warm. Your notebooks and whoever’s you’d bumped into landed on a heap on the floor. “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry (YLN/)(Sero)!” You and Sero said at the same time.

You both scrambled to the floor to grab the notebooks, managing to knock heads in the process. “Geez, I’m really batting a thousand today, huh?” Sero joked, handing you the notebook he presumed to be yours.

Before you could answer the bell rang and you met each other’s panicked eyes. “Sorry, gotta go!” You exclaimed, rushing off to your class. Sero lingered a few moments longer, hand burning from where you’d accidentally brushed his.

He rushed back to the classroom, notebook in hand. “Sorry I’m late, Present Mic.” Mic nodded, not pausing from his lecture. Once Sero sat down, Mic set his piece of chalk down. “Alright! Now that everyone is here, we’re going to swap journals with the person next to us and edit their journal entries for the most recent assignment.” Sero’s heart sank, but he turned to Midoriya and begrudgingly handed his journal over. At least he probably won’t make fun of me.

Midoriya’s cheeks were warm from embarrassment, “I wish I had known we were going to peer-edit these. Mine’s a little embarrassing.” Sero chuckled, feeling a bit better about the situation, “It can’t be any more embarrassing than mine.” Midoriya smiled and they each turned the pages open to find the most recent journal entries.

Sero was digging out a red pencil from his bag when he heard Midoriya’s shaky voice coming from next to him. “Uh Sero?” He turned, head cocked in confusion, “Yeah? Is something wrong?” Midoriya bit his lip, wondering how exactly to tell him this, “Well, uh, it looks like this notebook isn’t yours.” Hanta blinked, how was that possible? He had definitely picked up his own notebook in the hallway, right?

He was certain his face was as red as Kirishima’s hair as he took the notebook from Midoriya with trembling hands. As he peered at the handwriting that was most definitely not his, the facts cemented in his brain. In the hallway, he must have given you, the person he wrote an embarrassing journal entry about for an English assignment, the journal he wrote it in. Sero sank in his chair, resting his head in his hands. It was certain, his life, and reputation as being a sort of cool guy were over.

As the day crept on, he dreaded going to the training grounds this afternoon; you’d surely be there and he wasn’t sure he could look you in the face, not after you’d read that journal entry he wrote. In the locker room, he pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering what exactly he had done for fate to curse him like this. “What’s wrong man? You’ve been acting weird all day?” Denki asked, shirt half on. Sero sighed, shoulders heavy with defeat. “I accidentally ran into Y/N after I went to grab my notebook earlier and in the mix of rushing to class and getting up off the floor, we ended up swapping notebooks.”

Denki blinked, “Wait, your English notebook? Why would that be a big deal?” Sero shook his head, his best friend could be so perceptive, but so dumb sometimes. His cheeks warmed as he crossed his arms over his chest, “Well, I-- uh… I sort of included Y/N in my journal entry.” Denki couldn’t help the sound that erupted from his throat. “You what?!” His laughter echoed on the tile walls and Sero felt his cheeks grow hotter. “I know it was stupid okay? You don’t have to make fun of me.” Denki’s laughter immediately stopped, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”

“Honestly, I think it’ll be okay. The worst that could happen is you never speak again right?” Sero fixed him with a dark look. Denki put his hands up defensively, “Sorry, I’m not the best at making people feel better.”

The minutes ticked by during training, your class would be here soon to take over the gym and he could feel his stress levels rise from the very thought of it. Your voice echoed from the doorway, saying his name, and he would have run for Denki and Kirishima not held him in place.

Your cheeks were on fire as you made your way over to the dark-haired boy. “Hey, Sero, can we... talk?”

He swallowed thickly, “Uh, yeah sure. Let me grab my bag.” He darted over to the corner to grab his things and walked outside with you. “So, what’s up?” He asked, kicking himself for the question as soon as it left his mouth. You knelt down to rummage through your bag and pulled out a familiar-looking notebook. He did the same, and you traded notebooks without a word. He began to leave but your voice stopped him.

“Sero?” He stopped in his tracks, heart pounding in his ears. “Yeah?”

You bit your lip, “About your journal entry… I’m flattered but--” Ah, there it was, the dreaded but. “There’s no need to finish,” He stopped you, a sad smile on his face, “I know you don’t feel the same way.” You gave him a look and he blinked, confused.

“I was going to say, before you interrupted me, that I’m flattered but I don’t know what I want for the future yet. But that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want for next Saturday.”

“Oh really?”Now he was even more confused, what was that supposed to mean? “What do you want Saturday?” You smiled, and it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “For you to pick me up from the dorm at 7 PM sharp and take me out for dinner.” His eyes widened as the realization set in, and he settled into a comfortable smile. “Perfect, I can’t wait!”

His friends came tumbling out of the gym onto the ground in front of you as you tugged the door open to rejoin your class. You and Sero burst out laughing, a mixture of embarrassment and humor. As his friends teased him about this new development, Sero could have sworn he heard Bakugo say, “All according to plan.”

[btsiguess]

Womyn With A ‘Y’ (m) - 4

Summary: You weren’t quite sure how you ended up working with the aloof Yoonji on your student council campaign, but you did know that that girl was starting to make you question yourself. I mean, if she’s even a girl at all…

Pairing: Yoonji/Reader Yoongi/Reader

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 3754

Warnings (if applicable): Moderately underaged drinking, Jimin being too good for this world. 

A/Ns: I’m back y’all 

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 

The  next day, Jimin had noticed you were upset right away. He had caught up with you just as lunch had begun. You hadn’t heard from Yoonji today, and the thought had been weighing on you heavily. Hadn’t she said that the two of you should talk?

“There you are!” He says, jogging up to you. “Did everything go alright with Yoonji yesterday? You look a little bit tense.”

You open your mouth to respond, but no sound comes out. You can feel rejection washing over you in waves, and even though you understand that it’s not Yoonji’s fault that she doesn’t want you, you can’t deny that it hurts.

Of course you weren’t good enough for Yoonji. When had she ever given you a sign that that wasn’t the case? That tall beautiful goddess could never fall for someone like you. On top of that, now you had to worry about what your relationship would be like in the future. Would she ever even want to speak to you again?

“Hey… What’s the matter?” Jimin asks. “Did you two get into a fight? Did she back out of being your running mate?”

“This isn’t about the stupid election, Jimin!” You snap, but you regret it immediately. Jimin hadn’t done anything wrong. You shouldn’t make him feel like he had.

Jimin looks a bit surprised by your outburst, but just holds up his hands in innocence.

“I’m sorry.” You apologize instantly, guilty about your outburst. But Jimin’s face just softens into a smile.

“You’re a bit cute when you’re mad, you know?” He playfully taps your shoulder and you scoff, a feeling annoyance flaring in your tummy.

“Oh, there it is again.” He winks.

“Shut up!” You say, but you can feel your lips twitch up just a little bit. It seemed like Jimin was impossible to stay annoyed at. It was probably his stupid boyish charm. But you continue. “We didn’t fight or anything serious. Just a minor disagreement.” Jimin nods, thoughtful.

“Still, you seem pretty bent up about it.” He notes. You’re a bit surprised by his astuteness.

“Is it that obvious?” You question and Jimin laughs.

“Not quite obvious. Just, I know the Yoonji blues better than anyone. I can catch it from a mile away.” He throws his arm around your shoulders. You’re surprised at the fact that it doesn’t feel uncomfortable. “Listen, I have something that might help make you feel better. But it might not be the wisest idea you’ve ever heard.”

You look up at Jimin curiously. He’s got a mischievous glint in his eyes that you’re surprised to see on his cherubic face. His mouth quirks up slightly at your interest, the smirk making him look positively sinful.

“What did you have in mind Jimin?”

He winks at you. “Don’t panic. But we are skipping the rest of school.”

_____

You’ve never actually skipped school before, especially not to hang out with a boy.

You should have asked where the two of you were going. And as soon as you were in Jimin’s car, you realized that you could have put yourself in incredible danger. You had been too wrapped up in the prospect of doing something bad, so focussed on that that you hadn’t considered the ways in which Jimin might take advantage of you. He might seem sweet, but he was still a man after all.

Jimin catches onto your nerves, spotting the worried crease in your forehead from a mile away.

“I’m not going to kill you, I promise. We are going to my house.” Jimin soothes, backing out of his parking spot.

“Your house for what?” You say, mind racing back to how angry Yoonji would be if she found out you had gotten yourself into this situation. He begins to drive.

“Drinking.” He stated. As if the answer were simple.

“I- I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” You say, a bit flabbergasted at the boy’s suggestion. You weren’t supposed to drink. Especially not in the middle of the day during the week.

“I told you it was a bad idea!” Jimin defends himself. “But I think that you ought to let loose once and awhile. And Yoonji causes everyone’s feelings to go haywire. Just try it? Just this once? I promise I’ll take good care of you. Yoonji is something I know how to handle well.” If it were any other boy you would have doubted the truthfulness of their claims. But Jimin always had a way of displaying his earnesty on his face through and through. You couldn’t help but trust him.

“Alright… But if you try anything I’ll cut your dick off I swear to god.” You tried to sound as serious and menacing as possible, but Jimin just laughed, pulling into the driveway of what you could only assume to be his home. It wasn’t too far from your own home, you noted. And you were grateful for that.

Jimin leads you up into his room. It’s relatively clean, save for a few piles of laundry here and there. You couldn’t distinguish whether they were clean or not at a glance. He motions for you to take a seat on his bed then goes to his closet. Rummaging around until he pulls out a box full of liquor.

“How did you get all that?” You wonder.

“I have an older friend, Jin. He gets this for me. He’s really cool. We met at work.” Jimin places the box unceremoniously on the bed before you. “What would the beautiful lady like first?” He throws in a wink for good measure.

You’re not sure how long you and Jimin sit there, drinking and talking casually about your lives before he sprung the question. It had to have been hours at least, judging by the way the sky darkened. You had heard his parents come home at some point, but Jimin didn’t make a move to cover up the alcohol, and so you had remained. Talking and drinking and laughing. Losing track of the amount of empty cans and bottles that belonged to you. You had liked getting to know him, and he remained a respectful distance from you, as though he knew that any advance on his part would be more than unwelcome. It had almost helped you forget the source of all of your current problems. At least, until Jimin broached the topic you had hoped he would leave alone.

“So,” He says lightly, “are you going to tell me what happened with Yoonji?”

You take a long drink of the soju he had given you earlier, not even bothering to mix it with your beer at this point.

“Well…” You didn’t know if you should tell him. You hadn’t even told Soonmi yet. Too afraid of her reaction to let it slip.

“Hey, it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it too. I’m not going to pry. I just think it might make you feel a little bit better.” His smile is gentle and kind. If you hadn’t been so wrapped up with Yoonji, your heart would have definitely fluttered all over the place.

“I don’t want to upset you…” You let slip. It can’t be in good taste to tell the president of the Min Yoonji fan-club that you’d kissed the girl he’s had a thing for for years, right?

“Oh please,” he waves his hand as if to shoo your worries away. “There’s nothing you can say to me that will upset me. I know Yoonji’s not into me. You don’t have to be considerate of my feelings. It’s cute of you though.” He tacks on for good measure.

“Well… Okay…” You started, you could feel that the words had to come out anyway, and with your tongue loose from the alcohol you had been drinking, you figured it was easier to just let it happen than try to stop it. “After Yoonji pulled me away from you at lunch yesterday, she ended up. I mean, it’s. I’m embarrassed to say it, gosh.” Your cheeks started to heat up. “She! She just kissed me, okay? And it was amazing and wonderful and all sorts of good! But… right after that, she ran away like I was some sort of monster. I can’t help thinking that I did something wrong. Am I that horrendous?” You put your head in your hands. All the feelings that you had been able to set aside with the help of the soju slamming back into you tenfold.

“Ahh, I see.” Jimin leans back on his arms. “Well, I can tell you one thing, it’s not because of the way you kiss.” His face flushes slightly as you raise your eyebrows. “Sorry. Locker room talk. Jihoon isn’t really a private person.”

Your mouth turns downwards at that, and Jimin immediately moves on, trying to avoid upsetting you.

“Well, maybe it’s the fact that you’re both girls?” He questions. “God that’s hot. I mean-- I’m sorry, I’m a little drunk.” His cheeks color slightly, the blush pouring over his nose. You can’t help but smile. It was cute to see him like this.

“It’s fine.” You laugh. “But Yoonji had already told me that she was bisexual by that point. It didn’t seem like it was something she was upset about?”

“Oh. I’m not sure why she’d run then, to be honest. But I don’t think it would be anything bad. Who would be upset after kissing you?” You don’t notice Jimin’s flirting, you never do. Jimin smiles to himself at the fact. You were way too nice.

“I don’t know. I’ve been feeling upset about it though. I didn’t even know I was into girls like that. I… I still think it might just be Yoonji or something? She’s just different you know?” Jimin nods in understanding and mutual pining. “All I know is that I want to kiss her again. More than anything.” You cover your face with your hands upon admitting it.

“Is that all you want to do with her?” Jimin questions.

“No of course not.”

“Why don’t you give her a call?” He suggests. “Ask her for what you want. To be honest if you called me and begged for me to kiss you I’d be there in five minutes flat.”

“I don’t know…” You blush at the boy’s suggestion. “It’s not… usually my style.”

Jimin smirks.

“That’s what the alcohol was for. Listen,” he leans forward to take your shoulders into his hands. “You’re hot as fuck. Yoonji clearly has a thing for you! You should see the way she stares at you when you’re around. She’s probably freaked out because she doesn’t want to hurt you or something. I mean, really, you have that effect on people. Too fucking cute, I say.” You blanch at Jimin’s swearing and he smiles widely at your expression.

“See?” He continues, booping you on your nose quickly. “Too cute. My vote is that you go home, call up Yoonji, and get her to give you everything you want. I bet you sound adorable all worked up. She won’t be able to say no.”

“Are you sure?” You ask.

“More than sure.” He responds. You nod resolutely and stand from the bed, shaking slightly from the alcohol in your system.

“Are you good to get home?” Jimin asks. “I might be a little too drunk to drive. You can always stay here and put it on speaker phone?”

You slap at his shoulder playfully. “Gross, Jimin. No I can get home. It’s only like a five minute walk.”

“Still it’s dark out. Let me at least walk you home?” You nod in agreement and the two of you start off towards your house.

The trip goes by much quicker than you anticipated, Jimin as usual proving to be the best kind of company.

You’re at your doorway when he looks you in the eye and takes a step in your direction.

“Here, take this.” Jimin laughs at your slight alarm, handing the small bottle of soju your way. “For liquid courage!”

You blush profusely, but take the bottle from Jimin regardless.

“And hey, babe,” He says, leaning far too close than was necessary to speak directly into your ear. “Go get that pussy.” Then he’s gone.

You manage to make it through your room, despite your heavy limbs. Dialing, first, the one person who deserved to know everything that was going on. She answers on the third ring.

“Hey! Where were you in last period?”

“Soonmi” You slur, opening the soju that Jimin had gifted you and taking another swig. “I wanna fuck Yoonji so bad.”

“H-Holy shit, bitch.” Is her immediate reply. “Have you been drinking? How much have you had?”

“Just a little,” you lie. “Jus’ like two shots.” Such a lie. You can’t remember if you’ve had two or three bottles of soju at this point. And that wasn’t including the fact that you were chasing with beer on top of it.

“Babe, oh my god. You need to go to sleep.” Soonmi says. “I can’t come to get you. I’m like an hour away…”

“Yoonji is so fucking hot. I never thought I’d eat pussy before but like I would, I so would.”

“Jesus Christ… Okay, I can’t help you right now… Are your parents home? Is someone there for you?” You understand why she can’t drop everything and run to you. She had no way to get to you, since she was staying at her dad’s house this weekend and couldn’t drive.

“Yeah, they’re home if I need them.” You say. “But I don’t need them. I need Yoonji. I need to call Yoonji.”

“No bitch, you do not--” but you’ve already hung up. Mind set on calling the only person you know you shouldn’t, bolstered by Jimin’s support. You can’t help it. You need to hear her voice. It’s late, and you only think that there’s a possibility of her being asleep on the third ring. But your worries are pushed to the side when she answers, her low voice gravely as she picks up.

It was go time.

***

Of course he’d picked up when he saw it was you. What else could he do? He was putty in your hands no matter which way he looked at it.

“Is everything okay?” He asks immediately. You aren’t the type of girl to call this late. He hopes nothing is wrong.

“Yoonji.” You breathe out, and the way your voice sounds makes Yoongi pause.

“A-Are you alright?” He asks again, not missing the irony of his stutter. It seems that you were also capable of turning him into a nervous mess.  

“I miss you, Yoonji.” You tell him, and his heart stops. “I’ve been thinking about you all night…” Your voice dips a bit and Yoongi can’t help but take the bait.

“What? What have you been thinking about?”

You make a little whimpering noise on the other end of the line, and Yoongi can’t help but bite his lip at that. It spurs him to think about all of the noises you would make if you just let him have his way with you. The small coos and cries in his imagination had kept him awake all night for during the past few weeks was nothing in comparison to the real thing.

“Your mouth and hands and everything. Yooooonji~” You say. Your words slur just a bit and Yoongi sighs.

“You’ve been drinking, huh?” He says.

“Yeah, but I’m a big girl, I can handle it.” Is your retort.

“You should sleep.” He says, but he doesn’t hang up like he should. Why wasn’t he hanging up? He chalked it up to not wanting to hurt your feelings but even he rolled his eyes at himself as he thought so. He was such a liar.

“I can’t sleep, Yoonji, I want you.” He chokes a bit at that. He can’t help it. It sounds so sexy spilling from your lips. You’re going to fucking kill him with this.

“You’re going to regret this in the morning.” He grits out. He’s already in trouble, he can’t dig himself into a deeper hole.

“How can I regret it when it’s all I can think about?” You sigh dreamily, as if the thought of the two of you together had resurfaced again.

Yoongi was in some deep shit as he considered the prospect too.

“Please princess, don’t say things you can’t mean.” Yoongi mumbles through clenched teeth. He was teetering on the precipice of something horrible and gratifying. He had to get the situation under control before it was too late.

“Don’t tell me what I feel, Yoonji.” Your tone is harsher than he’s ever heard it before. As if you had finally had enough of his shit. Yoongi smiles, his heart aching at how cute you sound when you’re mad at him. Geez, he was such a fucking creep.

“I’m not going to take advantage of you while you’re drunk.” He finally states, blessing whatever God might be out there for allowing him the strength.

“Can’t you just do it a little bit?” You pout over the line, making Yoongi let out a sharp breath. “Please Yoonji, I feel like I’m going crazy! I can’t stand this anymore. How am I supposed to just roll over and go to sleep when I know you’re somewhere looking hot as hell and-- ahh!” You sound as if you’re in physical pain, and Yoongi is familiar with the feeling. Your soft voice echoes throughout his mind at the most inopportune times of the day. He had hoped that if he had just pushed through it might pass, but in all actuality it had simply gotten worse.

“Please…” He begs, “I’m not necessarily saying no for forever. Just until you’re a little more level headed. Until I’m a little more level headed.”

He hears your resigned sigh resonate through the speaker.

“Alright, but please don’t hang up yet. I want to hear your voice. To talk to you.” Fuck. So damn cute. Unreasonably cute.

“Of course, princess. Anything you want.”

“Well apparently not anything.” You huff, more to yourself than to him and he bites his lip at the image of you he’s conjured up. All hot and ready on your pink bedspread, pouting up a storm because he wont fuck you. Fuck. Focus.

“What do you want to talk about?” He changes the subject.

You consider his question for a moment. As if debating whether or not you should say what you had in mind.

“Yoonji, I did something bad today. I’m sorry!” You lament and Yoongi can’t help the smile that graces his lips at the abrupt shift in conversation. It was almost as if you’d lost your nerve, all prior sexual tension leaving immediately in the wake of your sudden confession. He can’t help but feel a bit relieved.

“What happened, darling?” He asks softly.

“I drank.” You state.

“We’ve already established that.” He coos, picturing the flush in your cheeks as you tell him again.”

“Oh right. But… Yoonji. I drank with Jimin.” Yoongi can hear the shame in your voice, and he briefly wonders whether he had been too harsh with you about the younger man. Yoongi knows that the two of you would make a perfect couple, and he doesn’t know why he keeps standing in your way. Why it fills him with jealousy whenever he sees the two of you together. Well, maybe he does know, but it would be better for everyone if he denied it.

You must have noticed his silence on the other end of the line, because you start explaining yourself profusely. You tell him that you were feeling hurt that he hadn’t shown up to school to talk. That you were worried that he hated you now and that you wouldn’t want to be friends with him anymore. But it was one specific question which had Yoongi breaking apart under its weight, reeling at the shift in conversation and almost wishing he had just done what you had asked originally.

“Was I not good enough?” You had asked, in relation to the kiss that the two of you had shared.

“No, oh my god no.” Yoongi interrupts before you can say anything else as equally ridiculous and heartbreaking. “The kiss was wonderful. More than anything else, I want to do it again.”

“Then why don’t you Yoonji?” You ask. “Why did you run away?”

“I told you, there’s something I’ve been keeping from you. I could never forgive myself if I took advantage of you without you knowing all the facts.” “But you didn’t come into school today! Why are you avoiding me?” Yoongi can hear the way your voice tightens, holding back tears.

“I wasn’t avoiding you, I swear.” Yoongi responds. “Or… maybe I was but it’s out of my own cowardice. This has nothing to do with your actions. You mean a lot to me.”

“Yoonji, you know that I won’t care what you have to tell me, right? You know that the only thing I want is to kiss you again? Nothing you can say will change my mind.” Your voice sounds earnest now, and Yoongi feels his heartbeat quicken. Why are you so cute?

“Is that the truth?” He asks.

“Absolutely.”

“I’m sorry that I drank with Jimin. You ought to know that he means nothing in comparison to you. I even told him so.” You sigh.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me, babe. I shouldn’t be so jealous anyway. You and Jimin might even make a good couple.”

“Don’t say that to me!” You cry, and Yoongi is taken aback. “The only person I want to be with is you, Yoonji. I don’t know how you’ve done this to me, but I’m so wrapped up in you. I can’t think of anyone else.”

“I don’t want you to think of anyone else.” Yoongi confesses. The answer is dangerously honest. “But please don’t make any decisions before you know the truth about me, okay? Can you promise me that you won’t?”

“I can’t promise you that… but I will promise to listen to you.”

“Then. Let’s meet tomorrow morning? Before school… I’ll tell you what you need to know.” His heart falls into the pit of his stomach.

You agree before hanging up the phone, leaving you both feeling tense, nervous, and eager for the following day to arrive.

________

A/N: Look at all that plot development. It’s almost like it’s a real story. 

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[angelkurenai]

Imagine Steve wanting to introduce you, his fiance, to his friends for a long time  but hesitating because he hasn’t told them something about your past and how you met. You were once his student.

“And then I tell him that if he wants 'em, he can come and have 'em since he knows my place. Simple as that. In what way, shape or form is that considered insulting? Pepper didn't let me hear the end of it!” Tony was sitting in the white couch, as expected, waved his hands animatedly; effectively earning everyone's attention in the room. More than one carefully eyeing the cup of coffee in his one hand, one of whom being the owner of the office and therefore said white couch.

“Tony” was however the only warning he got this time because, luckily for him, said owner was busy between his files and a chaos going on through his mind and heart. Mind due to work, mostly, and heart due to more personal issues both for good and less good reasons.

“And you think she's without reason?” Natasha raised an eyebrow at her friend.

“I think she's without reason to be so overdramatic. She's fussing over everything these days and I don't even want to think about the way she'll react when I tell her about the party. With all the guests and the preparations, and f course drinks I'll be the one to choose because Stark Industries owes this much to friends and colleagues, but I'm-” he paused, as if being striked by an idea – how not surprising – in the middle of his rambling. This time it was to look, or more specifically, glare at his friend wo didn't notice something was up until silence had set into the room.

“Rogers!” he nearly exclaimed, not a second after they'd made eye-contact, not tat it lasted long because Steve couldn't help but glance at his phone – you hadn't texted him all day and he wasn't clingy but that wasn't how it was between you two – much as he wanted to not look away from Tony because who knows what would be said his way or thrown.

“You're Rogers? Why, Tony, you are the fiance after all?” Clint joked, toying with a pencil as if it were a drumstick “And you got married without telling us too? Oh wow.”

“Oh I'd be a handful for him, trust me. We already argue too much for that but-” he jumped up from his seat as he stalked his friend's desk, eyes narrowed at him “That was exactly what I had in mind: Steve's wonderful fiance who has oh-so-accidentally missed every single party I've housed for the past year and a half. Now, I don't know how suspicious that makes you, because it certainly makes me very suspicious for good-boy Rogers here and I think that before any explanations, which you'll definitely have to give, is an answer to this-” he drew in a long breath “Will we be meeting future Mrs Rogers this time, Captain, or have you come up with another excuse to avoid this?”

“Alright-” Steve cleared his throat, subtly but certainly very uncomfortably shifting in his place “First of all, I haven't been coming up with any excuses. Those were real reasons and I have by no means been trying to avoid it. Timing wasn't right and it's not like you always warn me in advance for me to plan ahead of time, as if anyone could keep up with you. Not that he is anywhere near less busy herself, Tony.” he shrugged, not making eye-contact, as he placed back all of the folders in their respective drawers “Maybe next time you should plan ahead of time, maybe next time you should just make a phone call since you know I'm not that good with messages or emails or anything else. Maybe, just maybe, you should even reconsider altogether, this and every other time, since we've all got work to do and it would be better if we didn't have that too. I'm just-”

“Incredible.” Tony breathed out, loud enough to cut his friend off “Simply incredible. Does-” he turned to Natasha, pointing at Steve “Does Fury do that? Do new teachers, like, train on how to be spies? History teacher by morning, secret Agent by night. And hey, Captain America can be far from just your nickname now, Steve!” Tony exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air “No, I mean it-” tony continued when he noticed the look he got from his friend “That was simply so masterful, so skillful. Changing the subject so easily and not giving an answer to mine either, yet again, is incredible on a whole new level.”

“I didn't- I'm-” Steve blinked, losing any and every ability to form a proper sentence because truth be told he had expected to get away with that much once more and it seemed like every worry he'd had for the ast couple days – ever since Tony casually brought up that he needed to do another gathering after all this time – seemed to resurface and slowly make his worst nightmares seem all the more likely to happen in real life.

“There are no excuses, guys, I'm being honest. It simply has not come up yet, that's all. I assure you, she'd very much love to meet you too.” he said but for one reason or another he still couldn't meet anyone's eyes. Those weren't lies, he knew, but hiding the truth – the entire truth that he couldn't bear to be out with yet – wasn't by any means easier in any way.

“And that's why we're not blaming you for anything, nobody is. Right Tony? Right?” Bruce asked with a pointed look at the man who rolled his eyes and dramatically flopped back in his previous seat “We'd just like to, to put it in simple words, meet the newest member of the family. Or the member-to-be. You clearly love that woman and, based on what you say, she does too. We'd just... like to know her, welcome her properly no matter what.”

Steve couldn't say it out loud, not yet, but he would admit it to himself that those last three words gave him more hope than anything else. No matter what. He wished so bad they'd think the same, all of them, both now and especially after meeting you. It wasn't that he wasn't proud of you. He was the happiest man on Earth to be by your side, to have you say yes to a marriage with him was something out of his wildest dreams and yet it was happening, and he was certainly the most proud fiance already for everything you'd achieved. And nobody could even dare to question if he was in love with you because it was written all over his face, in the way he smiled and he brightened up when he spoke about you, that showed how much in love with you he was.

But none of it was enough to shake his worries away. Not the support he already had from is family, not the acceptance he always found in them and not even, sadly, how much of a catch you already were. All that paled in comparison to-

“Ah speak for yourself, Bruce. I'm gonna be showing up at your doorstep to drag the both of you out if I have to. So you-” Tony spoke up, and breaking Steve's trail of thoughts he pointed a finger at him “Prepare for everything. I'm going to find out more about her soon and yes, that means I expect to see you both at the party although you gave me no answer yet. You tell her or I'll send a personal invitation.”

“Well-” he cleared his throat, turning to face his friends “To be quiet honest, I have more pressing matters in my mind right now than your party Tony, I'm sorry for that.” only half a lie, because all of his problems lately had to do with said parties and meetings – which in reality stemmed from one issue: the way he'd introduce you to his friends and only family “And- Weren't we talking about a different topic here? I liked that one better than what my day and night activities are.”

“Oh I certainly am not interested to know about the nightly ones. Keeping your fiance satisfied is your business alone, Steve.” Natasha chuckled, speaking up at last “The beard speaks enough for itself.” that earned more than a few chuckles and a look from Steve “But even I have to side with Tony here on the fact that it's been really too long. When are we going to meet her at last?”

“I'm sorry, did you just agree with me? I'm having a hard time wrapping my mind around that. What is the date? Barton, not that down, quick!”

“Tony” Bruce chastised his friend who raised his hands in surrender once more.

“I never said that I didn't want you to meet her.” Steve said with a sigh “Nor that you are not going to meet her. You will, at some point, and no Tony I don't mean the wedding. You'll meet her sooner.”

“I bet you could avoid that too by not inviting me to it.” Tony snorted and despite everything, it earned a chuckle from everyone.

“Don't give me any ideas. Well-” he sighed again softly, relaxing more “It's only... it's more complicated than it and though I wish I could explain it all, I feel like I don't even know where to start sometimes. It's hard. It's not bad or sad or anything like that, I'm just-” he paused, eyebrows furrowed deeply “It's a mess, in my head. All of it. Then again, I think it has always been, I won't lie. But I will sort it out, sooner than later, I promise that. And you'll get to meet her. Right now is just- it's not the time.”

His words earned him warm smiles and nods, just like a soft hum. A moment of silence, content and understanding amongst longtime friends, even though he had mostly avoided giving a direct answer or dealing with the issue at hand, followed until-

“But what if... she's in prison?” Tony's eyes were trained on the floor but his words effectively earned a few groans and ended the peace that had settled “Was in prison? No, no, think about it. Maybe she's a serial killer and Steve here doesn't want us to know? Maybe, he helped her escape? Maybe he helped in the crime too!”

“Oh gosh, Tony.” Steve rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but laugh.

“Hey, you're not directly denying it. And you're avoiding eye-contact. Did I hit a nerve? I hit a nerve!” Tony pointed at him but Steve only shook his head “Now I really wanna meet her.”

“Says the man who called the actual president of the United States “sweetheart” because that's why Pepper didn't let you hear the end of it. You said “If you want 'em, you can come and have 'em since you know my place, sweetheart.” loud and clear.” Steve pointed out.

“Hey, they're my inventions, ok, I'm not about to hand them over. So you know what? I had every right to! What would you do capsicle?”

“Don't know what Steve would do, but I know what I will do now. And that's stop waiting.” Clint got up from his own seat, stretching “I have three kids and little time as you all know. When will Sam be done?”

“I think he only had five minutes left. I still don't know why they keep gym for the last class of the day.” Steve admitted with a sigh “But I do think that if he started heading for the door now, we'd find him there. Save him the trip to my office and then call Rhodey to tell the guys to get ready.”

“Sounds like a plan to me! Let's get started, this place is huge as it is, we'll probably meet him halfway.” Tony was the first one to copy his movement before they were all soon out of the office, no less in silence though at least for long “Speaking of which, you thought about that offer yet? It's no small thing being wanted by such a big university, can't compare to a high school. No matter how big or state-of-the-art it may be. Besides, hey, you could finally feel at home with all those 90-year-olds there.”

“While that would sound lovely, seeing as none of them would tease me about my lack of knowledge on technology like someone I know-” he gave his friend a side look, despite the smile on his lips “But still, no, I think there is something about SHIELD that I won't be able to find there. I have the Phds, I should be fine, but this school was helped build by your father, by my aunt for something great and that means a lot more. So for now, I think I'll stay.”

“Your choice. Can't say I blame you either.” Tony shrugged, hands in his pockets “I know we'd all miss you if you had to move to somewhere else, me included. Oh just thinking about it- Lots of manful tears.”

Steve's lips parted, ready to reply, only for his words to get caught in his lips. And it wasn't just the big lump in his throat that prevented him from breathing, it wasn't just his lungs burning with lack of oxygen or his dry mouth that made him feel sick. Sick with worry, he had gotten used over time. Sick with realization that this was it, having been caught unprepared at that, he didn't know if he could accept. If his body could ever comprehend it to begin with, because right now all it felt like was as if every organ was failing one by one and every cell in his body had frozen up; as he took the image of you at the other end of the hallway.

“(Y/n)?” he breathed out in horror, like he never had done before in his life. Possibly in his dreams, worst nightmares actually – hard as it would be to believe it when it came to you being in them. It wasn't you, nor because of you, but the rest of the situation. It was those exact gasps he heard that were responsible.

“That's (Y/n)?” it sounded as shocked as he had expected.

“You gotta be kidding me. Rogers' got that? I need to know what his secret is now!” another whisper.

“Ah, there he is!” Sam, who only now Steve realized you had been talking to, exclaimed.

For the second time in only a matter of second, Steve felt his body freeze in its place only for this time, only half a second later, to spring into action. When you turned to fully face him and he spotted the bandaged hand, the scratches on your forehead and the small drops of blood on your shirt, all of his worries turned into actual fear but for entirely different reasons. He actually exclaimed this time, eyes wide “(Y/n)!”

“I know, I know.” you sighed, approaching him with an apologetic smile “I didn't call and didn't give you a single warning about this. I'm really so sorry about this. If it was up to me I- I wouldn't be here but-”

“Wha- No, honey, no!” he breathed out hastily cupping your face in both his hands, trying to take in every little detail that was there and that was not ever since he last saw you in the morning “I'm not- I would never- This is blood, (Y/n), what happened?!”

“Oh oh! No, don't worry.” you placed your hands on his “It's- it's nothing major, just a scratch here and there, probably because I wasn't driving. Paul is fine too, though they took him to a hospital just to be sure. Honestly, the car's in a far worse condition than any of us, the accident wasn't that bad in itself but-”

“Accident?” he gasped “You were in a car crash? Sweetheart-” he paused for a moment, doing another check over with his eyes, lips parted as if he was ready to bombard you with questions about your state, advice on your well-being and so many things that he should do but you knew he was holding himself back only because you weren't alone. He could be as over protective as he wanted but truth was there didn't seem to be a real reason the more he looked at you. He took in a shaky breath and nodded his head slowly Are you sure? Maybe you should have gone with him too, get a couple of check ups just in case-”

“Steve, no, I swear I'm fine, darling. Believe me please.” you whispered, emphasizing on the words, as you fixed your fiance with a look that made him let out a small sigh before he nodded his head and kissed your forehead, moving to your cheek and then briefly your lips.

“Are you sure there is not something I can do though?” he dared whisper “Maybe you should have-”

“No. Steve, no.” you shook your head, giving him one final look as if to warn him that you weren't going to take any of it now “Now-” you let a soft breath, smiling up at him “I hope we established that I don't need any pampering, not at the moment at least. See, I wouldn't have come here if I hadn't forgotten my keys, though. My phone is definitely in pieces so I couldn't really let you know and I thought I'd stop by to get your keys before, well-” you stopped, looking over his shoulder before giving him a tight-lipped and certainly very apologetic smile “You know. But- yeah. Seems like my timing's just too shitty today.”

Your words did earn a laugh from your fiance, and he could see it in your eyes just how much you appreciated the sight of him relaxing, not that he had the chance to tell you so before Tony spoke up.

“Uh pretty sure doesn't like that kinda language!” he came closer, nowhere nearly subtly pushing his friend away to extend his hand towards you “I mean, he's all but an old man so it shouldn't be surprising. One would beg to wonder: Is dirty talking involved in it, or not? Tony Stark, by the way, and since you're here I think we'd finally get the question answered after all! So you are the fiance wow! (Y/n) (Y/l/n), what a pleasure to finally meet you! I've been coming up with all sorts of pictures of you in my head but let me tell you reality far exceeds every expectations! No wonder Rogers has been hiding you all along.”

“I-” you couldn't help but laugh a bit out of breath at his words, blinking in surprise at his rambling all in one breath “Well, let me tell you, you certainly live up to the image I had of you in my head, Mr Stark, and definitely all of Steve's descriptions.” you laughed, taking his hand “It's such a pleasure to finally meet you!”

“Please, Tony. Weird-” he glanced at Steve “I don't think I shared my performance in bed with Rogers.”

“Tony” Steve warned although you couldn't hold back your own laughter once more.

“What?” he asked in return “I'm just letting the woman know what's out there on the market in case she decides she needs to dump the capsicle and be a little more adventurous in life.” he added winking at you.

“Thank you, Tony, but-” you chuckled, noticed the way your fiance rolled his eyes, though there was too much playfulness in both of their demeanor to make it real or serious “I think after all these years, despite his quirks and habits that can drive me crazy, there's something called love. So I'll stick with him.”

“Oh he sure is a handful. But who am I to judge, some like them old.” he shrugged casually.

“But you're older than me!” Steve couldn't help but protest, almost sounding like a little child about to throw a tantrum. While it would have sounded funny, you couldn't help but notice the small crease in his brows that was always there when the topic came up. He was uncomfortable and even more self-consious about it, despite how much you'd always tried to reassure him that the age gap was never an issue for you.

“Alright, are you two quiet done or are we gonna have to witness you get at measuring it too?” Natasha spoke up there was a hint of exasperation in her voice that you couldn't help but understand if not completely relate to “Hi, name's Natasha and it's good to finally meet the woman that's got this guy with all those pounds of muscle wrapped around her little finger. It's quiet a show to watch, let me tell you. One way or another.” she grinned and you chuckled “Oh and here we have Bruce and Clint. Sam you've met.”

“Kind of a tough feat but I'm confident I'm doing well.” you smiled, nodding your head “It's great to meet you too Natasha, Bruce and Clint. You guys- I've heard so many stories with you, you have no idea how happy I am to finally be able to talk to you in person and get to know you. Though I hoped it was under different circumstances, I apologize for this.”

“Oh no, you don't have to apologize in the least bit. So long as you are alright, well, we're just glad to finally meet you too.” Bruce said with a gentle smile “We've been looking forward to knowing the woman that makes Steve so happy, even if it took some time. Which we can't understand because you're lovely.”

“Yeah, I uh- I know and I feel bad about that because-” you glanced at Steve who had put an arm around your waist, his breathing labor if not somewhat withheld, and you almost noticed his body had stiffened up as if he prepared himself for the worst “Well, I'm partially responsible. Work is taking up so much of my time and the few free hours I have, I try to spend with Steve and plan ahead of time. I've been told you've wanted us to both come to your parties-” you looked at Tony “And while the thought of beating Steve's ass at pool and sharing every detail, pardon, embarrassing detail of our first dates with you guys had been very tempting, I sadly had not been able to make it yet. Much as I'd love to get to know... the family.”

“Trust me, once you really get to know this family, you wish you hadn't. But you're just too sweet and innocent yet, so I won't ruin it for you.” Natasha chuckled “For now Steve's lucky. On every aspect.”

“I mean, hey, at least it is a better explanation than ex-serial-killer on the loose that Tony suggested. Not busy with prison either, I assume?” Clint shrugged as Tony exclaimed “Hey, it was a solid explanation.”

All you did was laugh “I'm not a serial killer, Tony, unless we consider my attempt at lasagna a murder. Come to think of it, the kitchen always ends up looking like a crime scene so who knows? But I haven't been in prison, either, not that I remember of at least. Right now being head of the museum is enough.”

“Smart, funny, sweet and incredibly beautiful- Rogers what is she even doing with you?” Tony teased.

His words earned a laugh from you and everyone else, managing to ease the tension. Or at least the tension that had set on Steve, because everybody else had been incredibly relaxed from the beginning including you, as much as it surprised him. Just some. He was not all that surprised to realize that they already adored you from the first five minutes of knowing you. He had had no doubt about it from the beginning. He was sure that charming them with a smile andmesmerizing them with your sweetness would be a piece of cake for you like everybody else you met, they loved you. Besides, he couldn't lie, that whatever the situation (car crash or not – even though he hated to think like that) were always radiant and as beautiful as ever and he'd always thank his luck for gracing him with a woman as stunning as you inside and outside. But taking pride in your wits and beauty that easily made his family adore you he couldn't really allow himself to fully accept it and relax. The small voice in the back of his head, even now as it saw that things were going so well – only one joke about the age difference, if any at all so far – he felt worry and fear. For what?

“And here I thought that the real kids would have left by now. Am I going to have to ask you all to enroll at some point or what? I can't seem to shake you guys off no matter wha-”

The voice was familiar somehow but your brain was slow at processing it, given everything that had and was happening, but the second your eyes fell on the man, well, there was no mistaking the face or the memories the came with it. Realization dawned on the man as well, obvious on his face as he trailed off.

“Mr Fury!” you breathed out with a smile and a laugh of disbelief at how little he had changed.

That.

“Well, I will be damned.” he grinned, as much as he ever would at least “Miss (Y/l/n), if this isn't a surprise!” you happily reached for his hand and shook it with a firm grip, a trait which he always appreciated in you “Came back to see if the building's still standing? As you can tell, much as our students have tried and would wish, both the walls and I are well standing. Again much to everyone's dismay. The arts class is right where you left it if you want to go check it, by the way.”

“Oh Mr Fury don't be like that. You're the best headmaster this place could get and, let's be honest, the only one who could handle the kind of kids in here without going insane.” you shrugged and he hummed in agreement nodding his head “Besides, you always had faith in everyone, whether you admitted it or not.”

He scoffed a laugh “Glad that at least in some cases I wasn't proven wrong.”

“Wait- you-” Tony blinked, raising a hand as to stop the conversation “I'm getting it all mixed up here. Fury, you know (Y/n)?”

You wouldn't even have realised if the sharp intake was real or not, much less coming from your fiance, if you weren't standing so close to him. You had naturally found your way back to his side and his hand had fallen on your waist, and when you felt a squeeze so fast and quiet intense, you understood that it was all him. And more than that, you saw the way he had stiffened up next to you, how he was holding his breath and his chest was puffed out. His eyes weren't nearly as wide but you could see an unspoken kind of fear in them that made your heart ache. This wasn't how you wanted it to go by any means, not on your first meeting of his family. Everything was going so well, you had gotten so exited and carried away that you had almost not realized it what it could mean to have Fury in front of you. Not until now. You didn't want it to be ruined for Steve but what could you do anymore? Stand and watch just like him, feeling more helpless was the only possible thing aside from hoping.

“Do I know her? I don't know Stark, there are some people I'd rather see once a month or even year because one can only take so much and forgetting them wouldn't sound so bad- If you know what I mean.” he gave him a look and for a moment you held your own breath. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, maybe- “But, forgetting the brightest student to walk these halls ain't possible. And speaking of that, what brings you back after all this time (Y/n)?”

“Student?” it sounded like Natasha but you couldn't be sure over the sound of your own heart drumming.

“I uhm-” you cleared your throat, deciding to look as confident as possible for the sake of your fiance who as standing frozen in his place if not terrified “Yes, yes I was-” a soft laugh which you could proudly say sounded genuine “I was a student here almost six or seven years ago. Small world.” the came out as a whisper “And uh I was here because I had to see Mr Rog- Steve. I needed an uhm favor, of sorts. I'm sorry to disappoint but I won't be staying long, it's already been a long day for me and I need to head home.”

“Of coure.” he said but sadly for you that wasn't that, and feeling the tension in the room not only from Fury who studied the way you were so close but from the rest of Steve's friends who stood frozen in their place, faces blank but tha probably the worst kind of expression they could have on “But uh I didn't know you two kept in touch. What- what is Mr Rogers exactly to you?”

There is no mistaking the look the headmaster is giving you, the way his eyes narrow a bit, just like there is no mistaking the bit of knowing look in his eyes. Steve however, still very tense, chokes out in a lightly small and hoarse voice “Fiance.” he cleared his throat “(Y/n)'s my fiance.”

Fury's eyebrows rose but not with as much surprise as you'd have expected, not even that of having his current thought being verified. Maybe they weren't any current thought at all? Maybe the suspicion had not sparked this very moment to begin with.

“Well, then, what else can I say but congratulations!” he gave you a smile which you tried to return. Key word: tried. Steve was even more stiff next to you, unable to even try himself.

Before you get the chance to speak, it's another female voice this time that you also recognise “Fury, I have some stats I need you to see now befo- Oh, (Y/n)!” Maria smiled at you and you couldn't help but return it, until it almost froze in your lips because of her next words “What a pleasant surprise to see you here, you haven't changed at all! Not were it counts at least. Look at you, from high school girl to badass business woman. That's a glow up.”

She had always been friendly with you, the playfulness was to be expected, and her words were always what could make your day but at this very moment it felt like the exact opposite. You forced a smile nonetheless “Thank you Maria, it's great to see you too!”

“Right.” Fury cleared his throat, smirk evident on his lips “Well, as you can tell, work never ends for this old man. It's great to see you again (Y/n) and of course, congratulations once more.”

You were sure you murmured a soft “Thank you” but maybe it was only your lips moving as a reflex. You saw Maria give him a questioning look but what caught even more the attention was the grin he could barely hide as he turned to her and started speaking in a hushed tone.

Not that much registered anyway. The silence that followed, even for a couple seconds, felt deafening. Your heart seemed to be stuck in your throat as you simply waiting for something, anything.

“Honey.” it was Steve that spoke up, drawing your attention as he placed the keys in your palm “You're tired and you've been through enough for today. Go home and I promise I'll be there shortly afterwards. I'll say a quick hello and then I'll be with you, no more than an hour.”

“Steve” you protested in a low voice, looking up to meet his eyes. You weren't protesting at him cutting his day out with his friends short, although you definitely wanted to fight him about that because you were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. You were protesting at him taking it all upon himself, doing the explanation and what not. You felt like you had to be there to, that you needed to stand by his side and defend your relationship, even in front of his friends.

“No” he shook his head, clearly reading the meaning behind your words “Go. I'll be fine.” he whispered in your ear before kissing your temple “Go”

You tried to fight him a bit longer, silently at least, but his pursed lips and firm eyes told you that he's not having it. With a heavy sigh you nodded your head and he let go of your face. You put on a smile and turned to his friends “It was... great meeting you guys. I hope I'll see you again soon in... better circumstances. That we could get to talk more.”

“Anytime.” Natasha says with a warm smile that's almost friendly and accepting and you wish to believe it.

Sharing goodbyes with the rest of the group, you reluctantly walk away despite the urge to linger close if only to at least hear what they're going to say. Not... that you'd have to.

“Steve, you absolute little sneaky shit!” Tony exclaims, not even trying to keep quiet as he laughs “Alright, alright, now you seriously have to teach me how you do that! Your secret- Tell us your secret, there has to be one! My, I never thought I'd say this to freaking Cap of all people but I need your tips now!”

His words were followed by more laughter, easy and calm as Natasha spoke up again “Really, Steve, that's the reason whyyou didn't want us to meet her?” she raised an eyebrow and Steve tried to stutter out words but nothing coherent was said, not as he stared dumbfounded at his friends “You realize that there is nothing you should feel ashamed about, right? She was your student, alright, but as long as you both leg- Wait, you both were, right?”

Steve's eyes widened “No, Nat- It's not-” he blinked before shaking his head “When any of it happened she was very much legally an adult. Nothing could have ever happened if she was not. I would never-”

“Lies!” Tony gave him a look “That's absolute bullshit, Rogers. Nobody believes it. Come on, teacher- student relationship is already out there, start admitting the rest of it!”

“That's the truth, Tony.”Steve rolled his eyes “I'm not hiding anything else besides-”

“Not the one I chose to believe, no. Doesn't have as much spice as I'd like and we've already established that you have dirty secrets, I'm set on discovering it all if I have to. In fact-” he got his phone out “How much do you think a lie detector takes to build up from scratch? I could always order but-”

“Maybe... you were right to want to hide it after all.”

“Not all of us could have a mature reaction when some of us are not even close to... mental adolescence.”

[aj-draws]

The Entrance Exam - Ch. 3 of the Wandering Knight

[ Original Ideas || Chapter One | Chapter Two ]

Summary: A Tower of God Fantasy AU with characteristics from the medieval time period.

Ships: Khunbam (with Bam as an aspiring knight and Khun as a witch)

Word Count: 2,723

Warnings: None

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“Um, Bam..?”

He turned his head towards Khun, who called his name while tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. The man’s arms were folded against his broad chest, a hand reaching out to fiddle with his necklace. He found himself getting lost in the witch’s eyes, taking interest in his pensive gaze and long, fluttering lashes.

Bam continued walking alongside Khun, slowing his pace down to allow the man to gather his thoughts. His breath hitched with anticipation as Khun’s restless fingers came to a stop, hovering over the emerald stone around his neck.

“I’ve actually only been in town for a few days. I was…” Khun’s voice faltered, his bottom lip trembling. He had never seen the man fumble so desperately for a word. “I left my family. I apologize in advance if my house is...disorderly.”

“Oh, I see...Thank you for telling me that.” Bam told him sincerely. He put his hand on his chest as if making a promise. “It must have been difficult. If it helps in any way, I swear that you won’t be getting any judgment from me.”

“Ah.” The sigh Khun let out was one of relief. “That is very kind of you, Bam.”

“No, no, you’re the kindhearted one.” He insisted, nodding eagerly. “It’s rude of me to be invading your home, especially when you’ve been nothing but welcoming. I’m sorry for the trouble.”

Blue eyes caught his. Khun’s soft voice was like a whisper in the wind when he spoke, “Don’t be. I appreciate the company.” 

Seconds passed by, stretching into centuries of silence until he broke out into a smile. “We’re almost there.”

“G...Great.” Bam finally said, breaking away from Khun’s intense stare. He rubbed the back of his neck and quickly changed the topic, “So where do you live?”

Khun searched the rows of buildings, recognition settling in when he pointed to a sign in the distance. Bam had to squint to see the outline of what looked like a book.

Khun moved towards the door, swinging it open and motioning for him to enter. He obliged and walked inside. Bam’s jaw dropped, a bewildered look plastered on his face.

The familiar scent of old books made Bam’s chest tremble. He looked past the unpacked boxes scattered about and the cobwebs gathering in the corners, choosing to focus on the library’s beauty instead. The first level had bookcases surrounding all three walls. In the middle of the room, there was a large, fluffy white rug spread out across the dark wooden floors. Six desks with benches converged in the center, lined up for the library’s readers. On the right side, a staircase led to the second floor.

Bam followed behind Khun as he climbed the stairs, showing him the next floor. He walked past the boxes full of extra blankets, going over to the desk standing in front of a window. Stacks of papers covered the surface of the desk along with an inkpot and several quills. Bam eyed the bed next to the wall curiously, lifting his hand to place it over the pillow. Its softness was foreign to his fingers-they had grown quite rough from sleeping on the dirt all the time.

Khun passed by the room’s furnace and set it aflame. He slid his cloak off his shoulders, placing it on a hook. Bam admired the way the man’s movements came as second nature, from the way he nimbly unbuttoned his topmost button to expose his bare collarbone, to how he tugged off his boots and sat down on his bed in one quick motion. The simplicity of a routine was something that Bam missed.

Khun raised his hands to touch the brim of his hat and Bam had the sudden realization that he had never seen him without it. He stared as the hat dropped onto his lap, revealing the crown on the top of his head that spiraled into the depths of his blue locks. Khun’s long fingers combed through his hair, straightening the curls that were out of place. Now that it was more visible, Bam noticed the bangs that swept across his forehead, hanging over his thick eyebrows.

The witch’s touch was light and airy when his fingertip grazed the ribbon tied around the band of his hat. Its fabric was the same color as his cobalt eyes, which glowed brilliantly beneath the light shining down from the window. Although it was filled with a quiet, imminent rage, Khun’s expression grew sorrowful the longer he gazed at the ribbon.

Feeling like he needed some privacy, Bam turned around, the floorboards betraying him by creaking loudly. The noise caught Khun’s attention, who tossed his hat on the desk and looked up at him.

“...Oh, sorry,” he spoke, giving a bashful smile. “You’re so quiet, I forgot you were here for a moment.”

“It’s okay, I was just...you know, I thought…” Bam frantically stumbled over his words, heat climbing up his neck. He stopped talking and decided to bite his bottom lip instead.

Khun stood up and fixed his bed. Glancing over his shoulder to offer it to Bam, he chuckled when he found the man sprawled out on the floor under a blanket that he took from one of the boxes. He questioned whether or not that would be comfortable, only for Bam to reassure him that he’d be fine.

A little too tired to argue, Khun bobbed his head and fished out another blanket from the bottom of a box. When he heard him get up, Bam lifted the sheet over his head and froze. Every exhale came out shaky and he quivered. 

There was something that overwhelmed Bam just by being with Khun. He felt incredibly out of place in the world, but he was put at ease by Khun’s presence. Perhaps it was his kindness or soothing personality; whatever it was made his cheeks burn and his heart pound erratically. Although he had little to offer, he told himself that he needed to make it up to Khun somehow.

“Are you alright in there?”

He poked his head out from under the blanket and sat upright, noticing much too late that Khun was down on one knee. When Bam came to a stop inches away from Khun’s face, he recoiled, blinking rapidly.

“Take off your coat, you must be hot.”

Bam gave a slow nod, shrugging off the extra layer. He passed it off to Khun, who laid it beside him. Leaning forward, he lifted his arms over Bam’s head and draped another blanket over his shoulders. His breath stilled at the sight of Khun’s lustrous, teardrop-shaped earrings swaying in front of him. Bam was enchanted by the glittering turquoise jewels, the burst of color standing out against his silvery strands of hair.

He pulled back all too soon and retreated to his side of the room. After hanging Bam’s coat next to his cloak, he collapsed in his bed.

“Khun,” He breathed out his name, the sleepiness making his words come out in a hushed tone. “Thank you for everything. It must have been hard, but I’m glad that you left.”

The man lying down a few feet away swallowed hard and studied the ceiling. It had been lonely, for sure. Khun tilted his head to catch a glimpse of Bam’s shining eyes, which were staring right back at him.

“I don’t know what I would have done without you,” Bam admitted.

“You would have fallen and broken a bone or two. Or...all of them, honestly.”

“Yeah, I suppose I would have.”  He replied with a giggle. ”Goodnight, Khun”

“Rest well, Bam.”

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Khun awoke to the scent of freshly baked bread. As he rubbed his eyes and sat up, he briefly wondered if Shibisu somehow kidnapped him and left him in his bakery. 

Shaking away the ridiculous thought away along with his fatigue, he rose and begrudgingly got out of bed. He stumbled to the staircase and almost missed a step when he noticed the changes in the room. 

The bookshelves were dusted and the floors swept clean. The boxes were nowhere to be seen and stacks of books were now piled on the desks, ready to be organized. Khun finally reached the bottom of the steps when the door swung open.

Bam entered the room, bringing the morning sun itself with him. “Good morning, Khun! I hope you don’t mind that I tidied up while you were sleeping.” He announced cheerfully. “And look! I got some apples and bread for us to eat.”

Khun was dumbfounded.

Bam interpreted his surprise as dismay. He started to ramble, saying, “Are you upset? I’m sorry that I moved your belongings. I thought you wouldn’t mind. Gosh, I should’ve asked before-”

“Why?”

Bam clutched the paper bag in his arms tighter. “I’m very grateful that you let me stay and I wanted to do something for you.”

“I see.”  Khun stared at his pout and added, “I’m not upset at all, by the way.”

He was just...puzzled. Khun recalled the honesty in Bam’s words last night and it confused him as to why he didn’t feel like that was enough. Whenever he did something to please his mother, Khun was honored to be rewarded with praise, or even better, a pat on his head. Other than to satiate his curiosity, Bam had nothing to give him. He had no money or extraordinary talents, but he still found a way to help him. The concept of showing gratitude with actions instead of words astounded him. He couldn’t understand it.

But Khun suddenly felt like he didn’t want to lose to Bam. He doesn’t know what he’s fighting him for either, but all he knows is that he can’t lose.

After going upstairs to put on his cloak and hat, Khun stepped outside. He glanced over his shoulder to say, “Follow me.”

The two went past the town’s quaint cottages to a more open area with fields of golden wheat swaying in the wind. As they walked along cobble paths lined with red roses and yellow tulips, Bam munched on a ripe apple. His gaze roaming the entirety of his surroundings while Khun stared straight ahead, eating his bread quietly.

“I passed by the bakery and Shibisu gave me the bread, by the way.”

“How were you able to get those apples?” Khun inquired tentatively. He was aware that Bam was broke, but as he looked over his soft, non-threatening features, he knew he wouldn’t have the heart to steal.

Bam’s reply was loud and proud, “I helped an old woman carry her bags and she gave me these apples! She was so kind.”

Ah. Now that was something Bam would do.

Khun lectured him about being wary of strangers, but Bam’s bright smile made his threat fall flat. He sighed and left him to keep that unique childlike innocence of his.

When Bam spotted a certain building in the distance, his unbridled excitement was a sight to behold. A gasp slipped from his lips and he resisted the urge to start running.

“Evankhell’s palace. She’s out of town at the moment, so her Royal Advisor took over.” Khun smirked deviously. “We’re going to have a little chat with him.”

“Okay! Well...wait…” Bam trailed off when he remembered what Hatz told him. “But I’m too...normal. I’m not part of a wealthy family and where I came from wasn’t the most...distinguished place.”

Khun gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Don’t worry. Trust me.”

“I do,” said Bam. He placed his hand on Khun’s and patted it gently. “I just don’t want to get my hopes up.”

He flinched at Bam’s sudden, casual touch. The roughness of his fingers was something unexpected, but the warmth in his palm didn’t surprise him at all.

“You won’t,” he promised. “I’ll make it happen.”

His hand slipped away and Khun was quick to pick up his pace. He approached the guards at the entrance, his strides long and bold. Stopping right in front of the two armored men, he cleared his throat.

“My name is Khun Aguero Agnis and, under my family’s name, I hereby request an audience with Lord Hansung Yu.”

“Y-Yes, sir! Right away, sir!” One of them squeaked out, elbowing the other to help him open the doors.

Curious, Bam turned to Khun, who simply pressed a finger to his lips and winked. The guards led them into the bustling palace, weaving through crowds of men with long robes and women carrying piles of clothes or broomsticks.. The kitchen they passed by was overwhelmed with the sounds of clinking plates and scratching silverware.

The palace was busy in a completely different way from the rest of the town. Everyone seemed to be in their own little world, occupied with their respective duties.

Bam reached out to grab a fistful of Khun’s cloak. The man gave him an understanding nod, silently offering his arm. Khun watched as Bam timidly looped his arm around his, inching nearer to him while he walked. 

Bam was too nervous to notice, but Khun could hear the gossiping whispers from a mile away. He pretended not to care about their piercing stares pinned on his hat’s blue ribbon or how they did a double-take when they recognized his family’s crest embroidered on it. Khun edged closer to Bam, regaining his regal posture when comforted by his companion’s warmth.

“What brings you to the palace?”

“That is none of your business,” was his snappish remark. Khun shot the two guards an icy glare for good measure, shutting them up.

He rolled his eyes as they stammered out apologies. They shouldn’t have asked the question if they wouldn’t like the response, he thought to himself.

Bam’s grip on his arm tightened, getting his attention.

“You should be nice to them,” he said softly.

The sharp retort on Khun’s tongue died when he got scolded by Bam. He felt an unfamiliar pang in his stomach that he recognized as guilt. It was...strange.

Thankfully, the feeling vanished when they arrived at their destination. The guards grabbed the handles, pushing open the hefty doors to the throne room.

The marble flooring was polished to perfection, the grey tiles glistening under the light of the candelabras. Stained glass windows lined the walls on both sides and tall, thick columns towered above the room. A velvety rug led up to the empty throne, its stone material blackened with something that looked vaguely like ashes.

A smaller seat was positioned to the left of the throne where a person sat, yellow eyes gleaming. The bright red hand fan he carried matched the hairpin stuck in his hair, which was wound up into a high bun. Perched on his armrest was a wine glass filled with a brown liquid. The man wore a wizard’s long dark blue robes with orange sleeves and a golden ribbon tied around his collar.

There were two other chairs on the right. The blonde man was another magic user-Khun could tell from the white cloak and black clothes, as well as the inquisitive aura he gave off. Judging from the glowing staff next to him, Khun knew he was powerful. His calm and collected expression differed greatly from the red-haired man sitting beside him, who leaped to his feet when he noticed his family’s crest.

“A Khun!” The short man shouted. “What is he doing here?”

“I want my friend Bam to be enrolled as a knight here.” Khun went straight to point, eyebrows narrowing. “Actually, I demand it.”

“Of course.”

The sound of a fan snapping shut gathered the attention of everyone in the room. The Royal Advisor of Duchess Evankhell, known as Hansung Yu, stood upright and smiled cheerfully.

“I would never think of refusing a request from someone belonging to one of the Ten Families. Why, look at his hair, he’s the spitting image of his father.” He purred, his smooth voice counteracting the bitterness in his words.

Khun winced at his comment but refused to back down. Before he could answer, Hansung cut him off by stating, “I will allow it.”

“Really?” Bam whispered in disbelief.

“Indeed.” Hansung gave a firm nod, eyes sparkling with mischief. "But first, you’ll have to pass a test.”

[ukulelecal]

Cleared Sky

@hoodhoran​ : hi!! i love your christmas prompt idea! if you could do 15 and 11 with calum that would amazing! absolutely love your writing 🥺💕💕 (hoodhoran)

11. “i know the wrapping sucks, but i hope you like it.” 15. “are you sure you can’t be home for christmas?”

a/n: here’s the first of the christmas blurbs yay!! hope you like! btw  i’m tagging these “christmas 2020″ if you don't want to see them haha

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“There’s nothing you can do?”

“Nothing.” He paused and sighed, heart aching even more at how sad you sounded. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

“It’s not your fault,” you mumbled. “Just gonna miss you.”

“I’m going to miss you too. Won’t be the same without you.”

Calum had gone off to Australia for a quick trip just before Christmas to see his family. You couldn’t get the time off work to go with him, so he worked it out that he would have an early Christmas with his family before heading back home to spend the actual day with you.

Of course, this one time, everything had to go downhill.

Weather forecasts showed bad storms rolling through Sydney the day Calum was supposed to fly home, and airlines canceled tons of flights in advance. He was stuck there.

He wasn’t upset about spending Christmas with his family, but it broke his heart that you would be by yourself. Even though he was sure one of your friends or one of the guys would love to have you spend the day with them, he knew how excited you were to have him home with you. He wanted to spend the day with you too; Christmas morning with you was one of his favorite times. You took your time making breakfast and coffee together, slowly making your way to the couch to open gifts. The day was always spent cuddled up in your cozy pajamas, and you both loved it.

Your Christmas would just have to wait a little longer.

Christmas Eve rolled around, and you found yourself on the phone with Calum. The usual time you always called him.

The conversation was normal. You talked about your days, Calum asked about Duke, you put the phone on speaker so Calum could tell the dog he loves him. Then it fell quiet. You both knew what was coming and neither of you really wanted to think about it.

“Are you sure you can’t be home for Christmas?” You whispered, voice wavering the slightest bit. You already knew the answer to that question, but a part of you hoped it would somehow change if you asked.

“I’m sure. I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

You sighed, rubbing your hand over Duke’s head, soothing both yourself and him.

“It’s okay,” you murmured. “Have fun with your family, okay?”

“Okay,” he chuckled. “I’ll call you later, alright? I love you.”

“I love you too. Bye, bubs.”

Christmas day came around, and you couldn’t help but feel disappointed when you woke up in bed alone. All you wanted for Christmas was for Calum to magically appear, even though you knew that wouldn’t happen.

You wished Duke a merry Christmas as you crawled out of bed, making your way downstairs to treat yourself to some cinnamon rolls. Coffee brewed as you prepped them and stuck them in the oven, and you sat at the kitchen island with your mug to wait.

From beside you, your phone rang. Calum’s smiling face appeared on your screen, and you grinned as you picked it up.

“Hey, Cal,” you sighed. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he cheered. “How’s your morning going?”

“Pretty good,” you responded, although a part of you wanted to say lonely. “I’ve got cinnamon rolls in the oven.”

“Well, I hope you made enough for two.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at his answer. Who was the second person? Did he invite someone over so you wouldn’t be alone?

“Huh?” You squeaked out.

“I’ve got a gift for you outside.”

Still confused, you slid off the stool and made your way to the front door, mostly expecting to see Ashton, Luke or Michael, but much to your surprise, it was none of them.

Calum was home.

“Holy shit!” You cheered, throwing your arms around him. He laughed as he pulled you closer, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. “What about the storms? I thought your flight was canceled.”

“The storms cleared up, so I booked another flight. I got in last night, actually, and I stayed at Michael’s so I could surprise you this morning.”

You could have cried, but you held the tears back, too happy to have him home.

“I love you so much, Calum,” you mumbled, the only words you could think of.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

After many shared kisses, you headed inside to check on breakfast.

“I got something for you,” he announced, pulling a haphazardly wrapped box out of his backpack. “I know the wrapping sucks, but I hope you like it.”

You took the box from him and tore off the wrapping paper. Inside was a small snow globe of the Sydney Opera House with hearts printed on the bottom. More specifically, the same snow globe that you had bought when you visited Australia with him the year before, but it broke in your suitcase on the flight home.

“Oh my gosh, I remember this!” You cheered, shaking it to see the snow. “How did you find another one?”

“I saw it at the airport, actually,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I made sure to not let it break this time, and then I wrapped it at Mike’s house.”

You set the trinket on the counter and threw your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. It was a cheap souvenir, sure, but the fact that Calum remembered how much you liked it and thought to buy you another one made your heart flutter.

“Thank you so much, bubs,” you whispered, a content smile on your face. “For the snow globe and for coming here. Best Christmas I could ask for.”

[i-dream-of-twilight-sparkle]

Chapter 26 - Starlight’s Mother, Part 2 - Why Did Firelight Keep Her A Secret?

*THUNDER BOOM*

The storm rages on, and may be even picking up further intensity. But the group outside is absolutely affixed on the sight of Starlight’s Mother. Many with their mouth agape and concerned faces, especially after she had just mentioned that she had been murdered. Talking with her is going to be perhaps one of the darkest, and most serious conversations they’ve ever been in or listened to.

Firelight’s loud scream has attracted the attention of Sunburst and his Mom, they run up while both are holding umbrellas with their magic to see what’s going on and are immediately affixed on the sight of the glowing spirit. Stellar Flare actually somewhat recognizes her, though she didn’t know that she was Starlight’s Mother.

Sunburst: Just what is going on here?!

Stellar Flare: (I… feel like I’ve seen her before… do I know her?)

*THUNDER BOOM*

Twilight: I… think it’s about time we head into Firelight’s house for shelter against the storm… then we can start talking to Sunset about… well… a lot of stuff, to be frank…

The group now joined by Sunburst and Stellar Flare head into Firelight’s house, the only one not coming in quite yet… is Firelight himself… who is still too upset about learning that his wife has been dead. He eventually does just manage to slowly pick himself up and walk into his house along with the rest.

Starlight lights the fireplace to heat up the room and help dry everypony who got soaked in the storm, as everypony shakes off the water in their manes and tails. Sunset sits in the center of the room, naturally as she’s going to be answering a lot of questions. Everypony starts to settles down, except for Firelight who still can’t help himself from being upset about the fate of his beloved wife he weeps in the corner of the room constantly as the rest of the group prepares to speak with Sunset. Starlight then gets to asking Twilight what she knows.

Starlight: Twilight, you somehow knew my mother’s name as soon as you saw her… mind telling me how?

Twilight: Of course, your mother is none other then Sunset Shimmer… Celestia’s protege before me. Celestia told me all about her for the first time after a private talk with her and Luna when I was gathering invitees to the ball.

Starlight: WHAT?! Celestia had a protege before you… and she was my mother?!

Starlight turns to the spirit of Sunset

Starlight: Is… is this true… mother?

Sunset simply nods, and Starlight finally has the epiphany she’s been waiting for her whole life.

Starlight: Oh my gosh… that’s why… that’s why I’ve had so much raw magical power! My mother happens to be the only other pony’s whom’s magic power has captured Celestia’s attention! But wait… if you’re dead... were you killed in a battle with a foe while on the job... and thus Celestia had to unfortunately find a new student?

Sunset: You’re half right… I was killed in a battle… though if it were while I was still her student, there certainly would of been a very publicized funeral... But I had actually stepped down a decent while before then… so I could eventually live with your father and raise you… When I went up to the soul shield… I was so upset that I was never going to get that chance…

Sunset starts tearing up, looks like spirits can cry too. Though a spirit’s tears is more like little sparkles that simply fade once they hit the ground.

Starlight: Mother… you stepped down from a pretty secure role… where you could of possibly became a Princess of Equestria… just so you could raise a family…? Just so you could raise… me…?

Sunset nods once again

Sunset: Most of my life, I relished my role as Celestia’s protege. I felt like I was the coolest pony around in my teenage years… taking down the bad guys… being sent on missions on behalf of the Princess… the kind of spells I was able to perform… and even the possibility of eventually reaching a major position of power one day. I loved being Equestria’s premier hero so much, I started collecting a sort of information database on all the most wanted villains to get an edge on all of them. Reading up about past ones that had a danger of coming back, ones that were on the loose at the time, and any potential new threats in the future.

But… as I got older… keeping an eye on so many criminals and evildoers also put a target on my back… it was hard to make many meaningful friends when getting too close to me would only put them in danger. And as I reached adulthood, I felt a want to escape from it all, relax, and raise a family. I met your father sometime late in my teenage years, it was generally alright to go see him because Sire’s Hollow… at least at the time… was a pretty obscure place.

We got married not too long after I became 21 years old, and… when I was pregnant with you a few years later, Starlight… it finally came time to inform Celestia I wanted to step down. Continuing to be Celestia’s protege would of just simply endangered you and your father’s life.

But… once I had given birth to you… I know there was still one more danger I had to deal with before I could retire once and for all.. a family of 3 anarchists… who were threatening to steal the magic from Equestria for themselves or even get rid of all magic if the former wasn’t possible… so once my body mostly recovered from giving live birth in the very house we’re in right now… I set out within 2 weeks… and I’m not even sure I lived to see a 3rd week…

Starlight: So… you’ve really been dead for just about the whole time you were missing…

Firelight just breaks down

Firelight: Why… why did this have to happen…?! We were so close… to just having time for ourselves! *sniff*

Sunset: I’m so sorry, Fi-Fi! I didn’t think I was going to die! I got too overconfident that this last job wasn’t going to be that dangerous… the three anarchists I fought weren’t like a particularly strong entity… they were just a family of ponies…

Starlight: Can you recall their names?

Sunset: …I’ve been trying… but… for some reason I’m drawing a blank… to be frank, I can’t even recall how I died at the moment…

The entire group inside gasps

Starlight: What?! I would think the moment of death, and especially the names of murderers would be like… the one thing every spirit remembers most vividly!

Sunset: I don’t quite get it either… but I think at the very least it’s possible for something to jog my memory… all I can remember right now is that while I died myself… I believe 2 of the 3 anarchists I was chasing went down with me. I’m also drawing a blank on what happened to the 3rd, but if nothing else it looks like despite dying in the process. I was generally successful in my mission of making sure they weren’t able to do anything. Otherwise Equestria would be a magicless hellscape right now… that at least gives me some relief…

Starlight: How come no bodies were ever recovered? Of either you or the anarchists you were fighting that died too?

Sunset: I think where I confronted them, it was a pretty abandoned or at least a very low populated area… and if there’s one thing I feel like I can just vaguely recall about my death… I have this sense that I was falling at one point… off a cliff near an ocean… it’s possible that our bodies just ended up in the ocean… and hungry water predators like sharks picked off any remaining trace of me and the anarchists that died…

Starlight: Well… I guess if that’s all we’re going to get about your death until something jogs your memory… perhaps we should continue talking about back when you were alive. I’ll repeat that you were Celestia’s student… and you gave that away to raise me… that’s… a lot to take in…

Firelight looks at Starlight, and finally starts confessing why he’s kept quiet for so long about her mother.

Firelight: *sniff* The fact she was Celestia’s student… was why I was so adamant about not telling you who was your mother… *sniff* *sob* Do you remember that spell book of advanced magic that was the catalyst for your magic freakout that got you your cutie mark?

Starlight: Yes?

Firelight: That was your mother’s spell book…

Starlight gasps

Firelight: Because my wife led such a dangerous life… I thought you gaining your cutie mark through her spellbook meant you were destined to follow in your mother’s footsteps to become Celestia’s student… but I didn’t want you to go down that path… if you had known who your mother was, and especially after getting your cutie mark… you might of went straight to Canterlot to claim yourself as Celestia’s Student through a sense of birthright…

I had dealt with enough drama from this while I was with your mother… I pleaded several times during our relationship that she step down… and when she finally did… I felt like we were going to be free at last… *sniff* but then she went missing, and as we know now… she died… *sob* but I held onto vain hope for years that she was still alive and would some day come back… *sniff*

But the longer she never came back… the more it convinced me that I shouldn’t tell you. For fear… that… you’d disappear too… *sniff*

More tears stream down from Firelight’s eyes

Starlight: Father… So… you never told me who she was… to protect me?

Firelight nods while still tearing up. Starlight lowers her head, regretting at least some of the treatment she’s given him for never telling her about her mother.

Starlight: Oh gosh… I take back everything I ever said to you when I yelled at you about her… you probably would of been right that I’d go down that path because I would of immediately wanted to go to Celestia’s school for Gifted Unicorns back then... Sunburst did, I would of certainly made it too… and if I had known Sunset was my mother… I might of also been compelled to take her place… and might of even challenged Twilight to a duel for the position at some point…

I suppose you still made some mistakes by this resulting in my deep hatred for Cutie Marks being driven deeper… because if I had gone to the school I would of been able to reunite with Sunburst… perhaps I could of come around on Cutie Marks…

But… ultimately, you were just being a protective father... You didn’t want to see me get hurt, or go missing like Mom did… I wish at the very least you could of hired maybe a babysitter to keep me company rather then making me spend my entire childhood stewing about cutie marks, never having a mother figure, and more… but I now understand your motivation for hiding her name from me at last… cause there would of bound to have been records somewhere of who she was that I would of found, and how instantly compelled I might of been to go down a path you were afraid of…

Starlight tears up

Starlight: I’m so sorry… I understand now… you’re not such a bad father after all…

Starlight walks up to her father to hug him. After being so upset since finding out of his wife’s fate, he finally gets a little bit of happiness in at least somewhat reconciling with his daughter. The rest of the group giving d’awwws and/or crying joyous tears.

After letting go, Starlight decides to ask a question that’s now very possible to get an answer from both her parents.

Starlight: Is it alright… if I may ask what the day of my birth was like?

Sunset smiles

Sunset: One of the greatest days of my life… it was quite painful at first, of course… Sire’s Hollow unfortunately didn’t have a true hospital, at least at the time, and my water had broke far too early for me to get to a hospital without you likely being born while on the way there. Luckily, your father had some medical knowledge and was able to get me through. 

I eventually saw you as an adorable pinkish purple foal with a darker purple mane and tail with light blue highlights... couldn’t help but notice just how much of your father’s genes got passed down to you appearance-wise... and at the same moment I got to see you with my own eyes for the first time... I briefly looked out the window and noticed how pretty the stars outside at night were, I couldn’t help but have been inspired by the sky to give you your first name...

Firelight: And I had talked with your mother beforehand about how fun it’d be for our foal to have a last name to rhyme with hers, if we had a daughter

Sunset: And thus, you… Starlight Glimmer… was born.

Fluttershy: That’s so cute…

The group takes a moment to smile about the nice story about the day Starlight was born as a brief breather from the rather serious subjects that have come out from meeting Sunset. Though Twilight asks a rather important question.

Twilight: I don’t mean to bring seriousness back just as we talked about Starlight’s birth. But Firelight, when it seemed like Sunset was missing for a while… did you even try to spread the word for a search?

Firelight raises a hoof about to speak, but then Sunset answers for him

Sunset: I told him not to before I left, Princess Celestia must of told you I wanted out of the spotlight as much as possible once I had stepped down, right? A national search for me would of made that harder, plus Fi-Fi didn’t know I had died not even more than an hour ago. 

Firelight: Yes... right to the end, even if at some point it become more so about preferring to be blissfully unaware what had happened to her… I wanted to respect what she told me to do before she disappeared...

Twilight: Ah, alright… speaking of Princess Celestia though. I actually wonder if I should bring her real quick... I bet she’d love to see you again, Sunset. Would you be alright with that?

Sunset nods

Sunset: Go on ahead, Twilight. I’d absolutely love to see her again as well. It’s probably important she finds out what happened to me, anyway.

Twilight: Alright… I’ll be back with the Princess. Hang tight while I get her...

((Story continues after the break))

Twilight pulls out another piece of portal gum back to the Saddle Arabia palace. And eventually finds Celestia in the halls, and immediately gallops up close

Twilight: Princess Celestia! I have something urgent to tell you...

Celestia: *gasp* Twilight... What is it? Are any ponies in danger?

Twilight: No, nothing like that… but rather a mixture of good news and bad news…

Celestia: What’s the good news?

Twilight: We found Sunset Shimmer...

Celestia goes wide-eyed and smiles

Celestia: That’s fantastic news! So she is still ali…

Twilight: I’m afraid I’m going to have cut you off there, because unfortunately… we found her via spirit summoning… Sunset Shimmer… happened to also be Starlight’s missing mother... And she died shortly after she disappeared...

Celestia’s heart sinks, her hopes dashed of her previous protege being ok almost immediately. Celestia’s cranes her neck lower, her eyes immediately welling up in tears.

Celestia: No… I should of known… I feared this was the case a while ago…even if she wanted to get out of the spotlight… I know it’d be hard for her to avoid everypony that might recognize her… For somepony to be missing for that long without being noticed… it was never a good sign…

And… Starlight Glimmer… was her daughter the whole time…?

Twilight nods

Celestia: It’s… no wonder then she had such raw power, when I had never even heard of her before you met her… Twilight, please let me have a moment of silence and grief for my departed former protege…

Twilight nods to let Celestia have a brief moment to her own thoughts, knowing now how special Sunset was to her. Celestia just sits down for a moment to grieve, even with Spirit summoning possible. It’s nonetheless upsetting to hear somepony died, especially somepony who was only about in her mid-20’s and also somepony Celestia was quite proud of. But soon she stands back up, flares her majestic wings, and she gives Twilight a determined face.

Celestia: I must go see Sunset again... Please, take me wherever her spirit was summoned…

Twilight nods, walking back to the portal she left back into Firelight’s house. Soon Twilight has returned with Princess Celestia. Celestia looks around the room seeing the other Elements of Harmony, the Cutie Mark Crusaders, Starlight Glimmer and her father, as well as Sunburst and Stellar Flare. Until she finally sees Sunset’s spirit. She approaches Sunset with a solemn look on her face.

Celestia: Sunset… I am… deeply saddened to learn you died a long time ago… were… you killed amidst a battle with the anarchists you were chasing after…?

Sunset: Yes, Princess… I was killed while fighting them most likely. I’m still trying to jog my memory on the exact circumstances of my death. I’m even having a hard time recalling the names of them. But I should also say, that one of the vague details I can share is 2 out of the 3 also died, though who or what happened to the 3rd is still something I need to recall. So my death wasn’t entirely in vain, I imagine I did just enough to stop them from whatever they planned to do. Since it seems like Equestria was fine in between my death and Twilight became your new student.

Celestia: It’s still so awful to see it came at a terrible price… I hoped you had simply succeeded and you were living the peaceful family life you wanted… it’s a shame you may have never gotten it...

Sunset: I wouldn’t say I didn’t get it at all… while I was pregnant with Starlight I kinda had to sideline myself once it kind of became risky to move too far. So at least for a short while, I got to experience a more normal life… even if of course that was cut short not long after Starlight is born… I guess from the perspective of that I really wanted to be a mother… then yes, I never really got to have all I wanted to do…

Sunset turns to Starlight

Sunset: I really wish I had gotten to be there for you during your childhood. If I had survived my battle with the anarchists, I fully planned on being there for you everyday for when Fi-Fi was at work.

Starlight slightly tears up and smiles

Starlight: I’m happy to hear that, mother… that would of made such a difference on my life...

Firelight: A little late I know, Starlight… but I thought I may as well also give the reason I never hired a babysitter... I had of course been still holding onto hope that your mother was still alive the whole time… I also feared that if she was still around like I optimistically thought… especially when it became years that she was missing… that your mother would of been heartbroken after she might of thought I moved on and married somepony else if she were indeed still alive and came back to the house only to find another mare taking care of you...

Starlight: I guess that’s an understandable reason, there are such thing as babysitters who are stallions that might of been able to avert that, but just not nearly as common as mares. Though if I may slightly change the subject to a more lighthearted note, I notice my mother keep calling you Fi-Fi. Is that just a cute nickname she came up with?

Sunset tilts her head and smiles

Sunset: Pretty much. Your father liked to call me Shimmy, and I wanted to have my own nickname for him. And we settled on Fi-Fi.

Starlight: *giggles* I guess my father has always liked nicknames. He’s called me Pumky-wumpkins or Sugarplum for as about as long as I can remember. Though they don’t seem to be quite as name related as your nicknames for each other

Sunset laughs, and looks at Starlight with a smug face.

Sunset: Hahahaha! Was it really? I’m pretty sure both of those were in potential REAL names he proposed before you were born. You were lucky I vetoed both of them, ehehehehe!

Firelight sheepishly smiles, Starlight just cringes.

Starlight: ….Yeeeeeeah I can’t imagine what it’d be like if Pumky-Wumpkins was actually my name… Sugarplum may have it at least made some sense given my mane is mostly purple. But I still like what actually became my name so much more.

Celestia smiles at the lighthearted conversation

Celestia: That makes me a little happier that you indeed got to have such cherished family moments like picking a name for your foal. I can’t help but feel regretful however... in order to honor your years of service and to make sure you last mission went smoothly, I should have accompanied you... There’s no way those three would of stood a chance against us both.

Sunset: Perhaps, but… these 3 weren’t some superpowered villains. For the most part I’m pretty sure they were average ponies, maybe I can vaguely recall one of them being a decent unicorn but otherwise in a 1-on-1 duel, I would of wiped the floor with them. I faced tougher odds plenty of times. I didn’t think I would of needed the help, guess a little overconfidence was my downfall.

Celestia: I guess so, sadly… at least I got to meet your lovely daughter that was within you as you stepped down…

Sunset goes wide-eyed surprised Celestia knew she was pregnant then

Sunset: You knew I was pregnant then?! That was still pretty early in my pregnancy…

Celestia: I noticed you were nervously rubbing your belly during our last conversation. Maybe at first I thought you just had a full meal. But given you talked to me so much about wanting to raise a family, I sort of put the pieces together.

And I felt it probably would be a better life for your foal for you to take care of it, you took care of Equestria for most of your life. I knew you’d likely raise a good child, and before I found Twilight first... I was thinking of maybe waiting for your child to be old enough to go to my school...

Starlight gasps

Starlight: Wait, you considered to have me as your next student?!

Celestia: That was my plan at first during the period between Sunset stepping down when I met Twilight. This was before I had that dream after bringing Spike’s egg to Equestria, Twilight became Plan A after she hatched Spike. But if that had fallen through in any number of ways, or if I couldn’t quite find a student to hatch the egg quick enough if Twilight failed to hatch it too. I would of gone out to search for you myself, and hope to convince Sunset to let you try to hatch the egg instead. There’s no guarantee that you would of been able to hatch it, but it’s very possible had Sunset lived and Twilight hadn’t become my student. Starlight would be in Twilight’s position right now.

Starlight: Dang… So I could of been the ruler of Equestria in a year right now if the right chips fell…

Starlight sits down while lowering her head thinking of what could have been. Twilight notices Starlight’s reaction to hearing this, ponders for a moment, and then give her a gracious offer.

Twilight: You know Starlight… I could always make you my student again… if… if… you kind of want to give ruling Equestria a shot. I’d still have a lot to teach you about doing so. But I wouldn’t mind having a co-ruler at some point. As I have thought about the strain of moving both the sun and the moon every day.

Starlight perks up at Twilight’s offer. She feels like she may have some slight interest after learning she’s the daughter of somepony else who could have very well succeeded to the throne, but with mysteries still surrounding yet to be answered about her mother. She decides not to make a complete decision just yet.

Starlight: I’ll… have to think about that. It’s already a huge enough honor that I’ll be succeeding you as Principal of the School of Friendship. I’d… be kind of scared a precedent would be set that every Principal of that School becomes a ruler of Equestria if I ended up co-ruling with you *giggles* But… if I have an answer… I’ll go and see you…

Meanwhile, Sunset is surprised but also kind of proud hearing that her daughter had been a student of a Princess too.

Sunset: You were Twilight’s student at one point? I see that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. We were both students of Princesses! How did it end for you?

Starlight: I just had a graduation ceremony after Twilight had decided I had learned enough about friendship, and I was left to do what I wanted for a little while. I don’t think Twilight putting me under her wing originally was intent on making me Princess one day. More so that I learn the values of Friendship personally from her.

Though after I sort of graduated, I would later get employed again under Twilight when she started the School of Friendship, when I decided to become the school’s counselor. Kinda funny… at some point I became so dedicated to counseling I would have an alert for whenever a student knocked at my door. To the annoyance of my friend, Trixie. Mom, when you said that you were dedicated to keeping track of criminals even at the expense of having anything resemble a normal life. I realized that may have been another trait I inherited from you…

Sunset: Certainly sounds like it, doesn’t it? Hope you didn’t get all of my rather flawed traits, I… did kind of have a temper back in the day.

Starlight sheepishly smiles remembering all the time she’s expressed rage whether it was before she was reformed, when she had to bottle up anger at Trixie, when she most recently yelled at her father, etc.

Starlight: Er… I kinda have that too…

Starlight sheepishly smiles

Sunset: Oh well… at least that means we can sympathize with each other!

Celestia smiles hearing the conversation and decides to ask Sunset for a favor.

Celestia: This has been a nice conversation with you and your daughter. But may I ask you for something?

Sunset: What is it, Princess?

Celestia: I’d like... to give you a hug real quick, or at least… I hope the cosmos counted us as close enough to do so.

Sunset smiles

Sunset: Of course, Princess. I’d love that. And we better count, or else some how some way... I’m gonna get somepony to file a lawsuit against the Grim Reaper!

The whole room giggles thinking about a lawsuit against death itself. But Celestia and Sunset approach eachother close, Celestia puts a hoof around the back of Sunset’s neck, lowers her head and smiles.

The hug is successful. Sunset hugs back a little by wrapping a hoof behind one of Celestia’s tall, slim front hooves.

Pinkie: *giggles* The Reaper doesn’t have to worry about a lawsuit now!

Starlight: Hey! How about a hug for me too, Mom!

Firelight: Me three, Shimmy!

Sunset: Of course, Starlight and Fi-Fi!

Sunset and Celestia let go of each other so Sunset can proceed to have a small group hug with her family that lasts a good while. When they break off the hug, Sunset goes a little extra and surprises Firelight with a kiss.

Firelight: Even as a spirit, your kisses are the best, Shimmy…

The rest of the group just has been d’awwing all over the place for the heartwarming moment. Though as much as the ponies were enjoying these happy moments, there were still mysteries about Sunset left to uncover.

Twilight: I don’t wish to ruin the moment, but I feel like we should soon get some sort of lead so we can help Sunset uncover more of what happened. I don’t want to leave without uncovering who was responsible for Sunset’s death or at least get to finding some clues.

Sunset and Starlight nod, and Stellar Flare suddenly walks up to the front.

Stellar Flare: I… might have something… because… I think somehow I know you, Sunset… but I can’t place my hoof on why…

Sunset takes a look at Stellar and gives a surprised look. She’s been focused too much on talking with her family for the first time ever since she died, talking with her daughter for the first time in particular, and then also reuniting with Celestia to notice any others in the room she recognized

Sunset: I think I know you too! Weren’t you… my older brother’s wife?

Stellar Flare goes wide-eyed

Stellar Flare: YOU’RE Sunspot’s younger sister?!

Starlight, Trixie, and Sunburst give heavy gasps. Being Starlight’s mother wasn’t the only mystery found out about Sunset today. And it looks like there is still plenty more to go.

UP NEXT: Chapter 27: Starlight’s Mother, Part 3 - Where Did She Die?

[lokislytherin]

euphoria // vampire!jungkook

pairing: vampire!jeon jeongguk x human!reader

summary: you’re scared of vampires - until one saves your life one night.

word count: 1988 + 1808 + 2373 + 1798 + 1046 + 2113 + 1646

chapters: prologue / chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 5 / chapter 6 / chapter 7 / epilogue

When you regain consciousness, you’re lying on a soft surface.

"Y/N," a male voice murmurs, tinged with desperation, "Y/N, come on, please, you have to wake up." Your head is propped up, probably on someone's lap, and shaking fingers comb through your messy hair.  "Jin, she's not going to die, right? Please tell me she's going to make it.  She has to." Die? You realize that you have no idea where you are, and you have no recollection of what happened and how you got there.  For some reason, your eyes won’t open, but you’re secretly grateful – a part of your hazy mind has managed to figure out that it’s Jeongguk’s lap you’re lying on.  He has nice thighs, you think distantly. "I don’t know, Jeongguk.  I’m sorry." Seokjin’s voice is strained.  "It’s been  long time since I’ve used so much magic in one go.  This is precisely why I’m a vet, not a surgeon.  Healing spells on humans take up a lot of energy, and I've never had to heal injuries so serious before." "She almost died, Jin! I don’t know how I’d live with myself if she died because I was too late." The young vampire sounds like he’s close to tears.  "I should’ve started following her after we tracked down that damned leech. I put her in so much danger, I-"

"It’s not your fault, Jeongguk." The witch’s words are quiet and reassuring.  "It could’ve happened to anyone, not just Y/N."

"Yeah, but it happened to Y/N!"Jeongguk protests.

You finally muster the energy to open your eyes. "What happened?" Your voice is disgustingly raspy, but your throat hurts, and you don’t know why. Seokjin smiles, relief clear in his eyes.  "Oh good, you’re awake!" His eyes promptly roll into the back of his eyes and he collapses neatly onto the couch behind him. "Oh gosh,” you say, eyebrows furrowing in alarm, “is he okay?" Jeongguk looks down at you.  "Y/N, you almost died, and you’re asking him if he’s alright?" He shakes his head with a smile that is both fond and awed.  "You really are one of a kind, Y/N." You frown up at him.  "But I can't remember what happened..." "You were attacked, Y/N." You think long and hard, and everything seems to fall into place, pieces in a jigsaw puzzle made of memories finally clicking together.  You were going home from work when you felt like you were being followed.  With your luck, you were – by a vampire, by the haunted look on Jeongguk’s face.

That's as far as your faulty memory goes.

"After you fell asleep yesterday morning, Jin and I spent the day trying to track down whoever turned me.  He’s surprisingly good with advanced tracking spells.  I found out I wasn’t the only person they turned – apparently, they have a fetish for young adults walking alone at night." It does make a little sense, but you don’t tell him out loud. "I had to get justice. Not just for myself, but for everyone who was forcefully drained and turned because of that guy." Jeongguk sighs in frustration, raking a hand through his hair.  "We never could've guessed he'd go after you next."

"But I'm alive." you point out.  "If that vampire is as dangerous as you said, how am I still around?" Granted, you don't remember enough to tell the tale, but you know for sure that your heart is still beating in your chest.  "I'm still human."

"That's because Jin and I intervened.  I fought the vampire while Jin got you back here to heal you.  I have to admit, that's the most I've ever been injured in a fight." He smiles shyly.  "The sound of your heart beating made it all worth it, though." He puffs out his chest.  "I never lose."

You pat his cheek affectionately.  "My hero.  You saved my life again." It still hurts to talk, and you still feel a little woozy.

Jeongguk melts into a bumbling and stammering mess in front of you eyes.  It's cute, how flustered he is.  "I just did what I thought was right.  But honestly, I'm not too sure." A haunted look seeps into his blue eyes.  "I killed someone, Y/N.  Granted, he was already dead, but I've never been conscious and angry enough to kill.  You were unconscious for three days because I found you too late."

You try to sit up, but your weakened body betrays you and you find yourself falling back onto him.  "Gukkie, there's no need to beat yourself up about this.  You did the right thing.  Killing a killer doesn't change the number of killers in the world, but it weren't for you, I wouldn't be alive right now.  If it weren't for you, so many more kids would've missed out on the chance to live their lives."

Jeongguk sniffles, and you can feel the guilt rolling off him in waves.  "I don't deserve to be called your hero, because I'm not a hero.  I killed someone, Y/N! Even when I'm on the verge of dying of thirst and I'm desperate for blood, I try not to kill.  But I just killed someone with my bare hands because I wanted to." He looks at you with an expression akin to wonder.  "How can you still stand to be around me? I'm a monster.  It's in my nature."

He angrily wipes away a tear.  "I killed someone the first time we met, and that was because he was a pervert and a creep and he deserved it.  But when I came to you to apologize, I scared you! But you forgave me, and you wanted to be my friend, and nobody's ever wanted that from me for a long time, and-"

His voice breaks.  "I don't deserve you, but I think I'm in love with you, and I don't know what to do."

Your world screeches to a halt.  Jeongguk is in love with you?

You need some time to think.

"I need a shower," you say instead, stumbling off the bed.  You grab a clean pair of shorts and a shirt out of your drawer.

Jeongguk nods, looking a little dejected.  "Okay." His voice is small and sad, and it breaks your heart to hear it.

However, in the shower, you do take the time to think - about everything that just happened, really.  There are two dots on your neck with a line running across it, a pale welt rising above your skin.  Even though Seokjin healed you enough for you to recover and you can cover it up with makeup, the scar can never fade: a mark on your skin, a gap in your memory.

It doesn't hurt, not even when you step into the warm water.  It just feels... numb.

But a part of you heats up at the thought of Jeongguk - he's in love with you, but do you love him the same way? You know you like him for his physical aspects (you'd let him choke you with his thick thighs without hesitation), but being in love with him is a whole different thing.

You think about the list of qualities you want in your dream man: physically, he has to be strong, fit, taller than you, preferably a cute smile (and dimples!) matched with a deep voice; mentally either smart, artsy or both, passionate about his work and his hobbies.

You think about Jeongguk, and all the times he's spent with you.  He's strong - strong enough to pull a perfectly-fine door right off it's hinges by accident (it happened to the fridge door, when Jin started asking you questions you pulled a Jeongguk and turned evasive).  He's fit, too.  Thighs! Your mind squeaks.  He's taller than you, but not by too much.  He's tall enough for you to tilt your head up to talk to him, but you'd be taller than him if you wore heels.  He's hot, but also cute - when he grins, his bunny teeth poke out of his mouth, a little dot of a dimple carved in a cheek.  His voice isn't low, like Taehyung's, but it's low enough for a pleasant shiver to race down your spine, like when he bit you.

He's smart and artsy - when he saw you working on a composition project for your music class, you'd happily taught him how to work the digital instruments.  By the end of the night, he'd already mastered it, much to your amazement.  He was passionate, too, about everything he did.  I'm not gonna lose, you remember him saying while both of you were playing Mario Kart.  He'd beat Jin's high score, and next time Jin played, he'd been confused, wondering when he'd beat his own high score.

You think about what makes you happy, and when you do, your mind creates an image of Jeongguk grinning at you.

You hear your heart go ba-DUMP in your chest.

Oh, you realize, maybe I am in love with him too.

The realization is shocking enough for you to drop your soap on your foot.

"I'm in love with Jeongguk," you say quietly to yourself, hoping the sound of water droplets hitting the floor covers the sound of your voice.  Acknowledging the fact that you're in love with the vampire doesn't actually sound so bad.

Your foot, on the other hand...

[ninliane]

then say my name | osamu miya x reader

huhu i know i still have requests to do but i was working on this for a week in class and wanted to share it with you guys :>>

anyway i know i said i was falling for atsumu, but osamu attracted me more haha, he seems a bit ooc here but i’ll try to fix it in the future. for now my priority in writing will be requests!

this story has now been given artwork by vn_vannies on twitter! it’s after the story down below i commissioned her to draw one scene from this story :)) 

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“What must we do to get you to play a match with us?” the captain of Inarizaki asked. 

“Sorry, we’re just too busy with other practice matches,” Kuroo responded. Taketora went up to Kuroo and whispered, “Hey Kuroo, aren’t they the powerhouse school of the Hyogo prefecture? We saw them at Nationals.” Kuroo sighed and faced him. “I really wish we could but after Nationals, a bunch of other powerhouse schools wanted matches.” 

The captain gave in. “Alright, it was worth a try,” he looked up to Kuroo. “It’s been a pleasure seeing you play, we hope to play against you someda-” 

“Hold on,” a certain blond holds up his hand. “Now now Kita-san, don’t say such things! I’m sure there are other ways on convincing the-aCHJ” 

“Don’t do anything stupid you dumbass.” a silver-haired male said as he wacked his brother's head. 

“I’m gonna kill yo-” 

“Our bus is here,” Kita coughed. “Goodbye to you, and best of luck.” Aran bowed as did the opposing team

All of them were boarding the bus and putting their stuff in until Atsumu was the last one outside. He stood up and looked back. “Get yer ass up here, Sumu” his brother called out from the window. 

“Oh, but I forgot something,” that only gained an irritated look from his twin. Thinking he was going back in the building the team moved aside. Smiling as he was walking he made eye contact with a certain manager, swiftly grabbed both of her arms, dipped her, and pressed his lips onto hers.

“?!”

The kiss lasted for quite a while, but everyone was too astonished to move. He swiftly pulled back, smiled, and winked at her. Kuroo’s face scrunched and by the time he yelled in surprise, Atsumu was back in the bus already waving at them. “See you on the court!”

The entire team screamed in shock. “WHATTT?!?!” Taketora screamed, “HOW DARE THEY ADVANCE ON OUR MANAGER!!” “(Y/N)-chan! (Y/N)-chwauwnnnn!!!” Lev ran up to her holding her should and having tears on his eyes, “are-are you okay?” “Oi! Kuroo-san and Yaku-san are going somewhere!” Shibayama yelled. “Someone stop them!” 

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“Well, you’re welcome!” Atsumu said as he stood up in the bus, his hands up and eyes closed, “looks like we’re getting a practice ma-gehck!” 

“You actual stupid dumbass,” Osamu said after hitting him on the head. But oh he was not done as he kicked his stomach. “You didn’t have to do that to her.”

 Meanwhile, the team wasn’t doing anything about it because they did indeed think that Atsumu has gone too far. They felt lucky to have Osamu reprimand him for his actions.

 Coughing as he got up and weakly smiled and chuckled, “W-what’s it to you ‘Samu?..ya like her or someth-geCK” and the grey-haired spiker finished him off by kicking his face. 

“I’ll carry him home don’t worry about him,” Osamu said picking up the unconscious setter and placing him on his seat next to his. “Not like we were in the first place..” one of them spoke.

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“Samuu…” the blond groaned. “Gimme the ice,”

 “You can get the ice yourself.” 

Osamu thought about what his twin had said though. Did he like Nekoma’s manager? Well yes, you could say that she was charming in her own way. So that’s why during the practice match between Nekoma and Inarizaki, he approached her with a calm and demure smile.

 “Oh, Miya-san,” their manager turned around. The spiker shook his head, “Please, call me Osamu, my idiot brother might get confused again.” he gestured to the setter. (Y/N) giggled, “Sure,” she flipped back the pages of her clipboard and tucked it under her arm. “So how long are you here in Tokyo?” 

“Around one more week, since we lost to Karasuno we’re here for a few more days,” “You gonna play at that time?” Osamu shrugged, “I dunno, maybe just a bit.” (Y/N)’s smile grew, “They why don’t I show you around!” Osamu looked taken aback, “Really?” She furiously nodded her head and grinned. ‘Cute..’ he thought. 

Returning with a soft smile he responded, “Yeah sure, that would be great.”

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“Hahh, we’re finally done.” Taketora said stretching and turning around, “It’s only 1:30, you guys wanna go out?” “Sure!” Inoka said, “Yeah, why not, it would be a nice bonding activity.” Kai smiled. 

“Kenma, you’re coming,” Kuroo said looking at the setter who was trying to escape, looking defeated and all. Kuroo turned to their manager “(Y/N)-chan, you in?”. She showed a remorseful smile, “Awe, sorry guys I really wish I could but I made plans after practice.” “Oh? Going shopping?” Yaku asked. “Mm yes and no.” she shrugged. 

“Oh~? Is a date?” Kuroo teasingly asked. (Y/N) paused for a while as if in thought, giving a small smile as she spoke, “Yeah, if you think about it, kinda.”

 “Wait what.” Kuroo immediately went pale as did the rest of the team.

“EH?! (Y/N)-chan you’re going on a date?!” Lev asked, “With who??” Yaku followed up. (Y/N) frowned and reluctantly faced the door. “Mm, no! You guys are gonna get all weird if I tell you who the guy is. Besides it’s not like it’s a romantic date, I’m just showing him around..” Kuroo stumbled forward and grabbed (Y/N)’s shoulders. “Do we know him?!”

(Y/N) shook her head. “Ah, I mean yeah I guess you do but..” (Y/N) shook him off and opened the door, “If you guys are that worried we’re just gonna be in the plaza near the market. See you tomorrow.” the door closed.

Immediately after that action was done Kuroo turned around, “We’re going after her.” “Eh, why?” Kenma asked, “It’s her date we shouldn’t get involved.” “But what if something bad happens to her?” Kuroo shot back.

 “I think she’s smart enough to know when to flee a scene.” “I don’t like this either” Yaku frowned. “Me too!” Lev added in. “Argh, my sister just texted she needs help in doing the chores.” Taketora looked at his phone. “Okay! Lev, Yaku, Kenma and I will go!” Kuroo said standing up while grabbing Kenma’s hoodie. “What? But I said-” “Send in reports Kuroo-san!” Yamamoto yelled

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“Oi, Samu, where are ya going?”

The silver-haired twin shrugged his brother off, “None of your business.” Kita walked into the living room and asked, “Osamu-kun, where are you going?” “Just out to the nearby plaza.” 

“Oh, so you respond to him you jerk.” Atsumu thought out loud. “Plaza? Why?” “Just meetin’ someone there, I won’t have dinner here, I’ll be back before 10:30.” and he left before the two could ask any more questions. 

“Going to meet someone? Who do you think it is?” Kita asked Atsumu, “Dunno, can’t be any relatives, we don’t have any here in Tok..oh my gosh.” Atsumu sat up in sudden realization and faced Kita and Aran who just walked in.

 “He’s going to meet the girl from Nekoma.” “The girl?” Aran asked. “Oh, you mean their manager, the one that you kissed and didn’t even apologize for which got us an earful from coach,” Kita spoke glaring at him. 

“Ya, ya , her.” Atsumu spoke unfazed. “I saw them talkin’ together a whole lot yesterday..she’s probably the one he’s meeting.” Aran smiled, “And why are you so worked up about it, Atsumu-kun?” Atsumu pouted, frowned and walked away to the shared room of the team, “I’m going out too.” “Don’t get caught,” Kita told him, not tearing his eyes away from the newspaper.

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“I hope I’m not here too early..” he thought. He got off the train and made his way up the stairs that were outside the station. As he walked up the stairs he remembered, “Ah..I don’t think I got her number...what if I don’t find he-” 

“Osamu-kun!” a sweet voice interrupted his thoughts and he looked up to a girl smiling and waving at him. She was wearing a green beret on her head and her hair was parted to her left; a blue and white striped T-shirt that was covered by an unzipped white jacket, she wore a checkered skirt with brown shoes and white socks. 

It stunned Osamu for a brief moment. “Hey,” she said catching her breath, “Sorry, I’m really early to these things haha.” Osamu smiled and shook his head. “No worries, you look pretty.” 

‘What the hell did you just say,’

“Oh! Awe, really? Thanks! I just got this two days ago haha” she said smiling

‘Oh, she liked it’

“Well,” he started, trying his words, “where are we going, Ms. Tokyo?” (Y/N) giggled at the nickname, “Let’s go to the food stalls first! There’s this karaage chicken vendor that’s so so good!” The spiker nodded and followed her. While walking the two engaged in conversation, unaware that five other volleyball players were following them. 

“So, you don’t seem Japanese yet so speak it well, where are you from?” he asked. “Oh you noticed. I’m from  (country), I’m (nationality).” After they had gotten their food, (Y/N) hummed and took a small bite, and blew on it. “Cat’s tongue?” he observed while smirking.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes with her and jokingly elbowed him, only to earn laughter from the spiker. While munching on her chicken, (Y/N) asked. “Hey! There’s an amusement park here! You wanna go?” “Yeah sure, why not.” The pair threw their cups in a nearby trash bin, still unaware that they were being followed...well, the spiker had a hunch. 

This irked his mind and looked around, only to be pulled back to reality by (Y/N)’s voice. “We’re here,” (Y/N) spoke. Like a gentleman, Osamu paid for the tickets, even though the girl insisted. Once they were inside he turned to her. “So which one do you want to go to fir-” “Manager-chan!” 

‘I’m going to murder him.’ 

“Oh, M-miya-san!” (Y/N) said surprised, “What are you doing here?” “Yeah, what are you doing here, Sumu?” the younger twin emphasized. Not wanting to lose his cool in front of (Y/N), it took him every last nerve in his body to restrain him from beating the crap out of Atsumu. “Oh, I was just in the area and heard a pretty voice and decided to follow it.” winking at her. 

‘Don’t, Don’t, Don’t, Don’t, Don’t, Don’t-’

“Ah! (Y/N) you were meeting with them?!” 

‘You have literally got to be kidding me.’

“Kuroo?!” (Y/N) said now frowning, “What are you-” “(Y/N)-chan you’re okay!” “Lev?!” (Y/N) shook her head, “Okay is anyone else within the vicinity a volleyball player?!” Yaku and Kenma stepped out. (Y/N) put her hands on her cheeks, “You’ve gotta be kidding.” 

“Hmm, Nekoma’s captain..I thought you guys had a practice match.” Atsumu said, “And I thought you guys were too busy losing to still be here?” Kuroo challenged. The latter was engaged and the other three Nekoma boys had gotten distracted by a ride.

 Without saying a word, Osamu grabbed (Y/N) and swiftly pulled her through the crowd behind an empty booth. “Wha- Osamu-mmf” 

“Shh..” he whispered, covering her mouth with his hands.

 It was a very thin gap so the pair were much too close for “friends”. (Y/N) blushed in the process as he slowly removed his hand from her mouth. As if suddenly realizing what he’s done, he widened his eyes and stuttered. “O-oh my gosh, (Y-” he held back from saying her name, “I’m so so sorry.” 

(Y/N) laughed a bit and caught one of his wrists. Confused he just stared at her, an unkown certain heat slowly rising to his face. She didn’t say anything and only smiled and she ran out of the gap. 

They made their way through the crowds. Luckily the Ferris Wheel where she was headed to had a short line and she managed to get in a capsule as the door closed.

Once the two were in the capsule, they rested on opposite sides of the seat. “S-sorry, I saw them looking for us and this was the only solution,” she said laughing a bit. Osamu looked at her and kept silent; he rested his elbows on his thighs and bent his head down. 

“Osamu-kun?” When she had said that he brought a finger to her lips. “Osamu..just Osamu..” he breathed out. (Y/N) paused for a bit before returning the action of her finger on his lips. Taken aback the spiker looked and her as she smiled. 

“Then say my name.” 

“..what?” not moving from her original position she stated, “You haven’t said my name at all during this date.” The grey-haired teenager felt his heart race. 

‘She considered this a date?’

“Go on,” she encouraged. Unknowest to the both of them a string of sparks flew upwards and exploded right outside their capsule. Fireworks. 

This took (Y/N) by surprised as she yelped and instinctively threw herself and the nearest object to hold on to...which at that moment happened to be the spiker. She held herself to his chest, her eyes shut and Osamu leaned against the wall of the capsule in surprise, it took him a few second to figure out where to put his hands and after enough quick deliberation, decided on wrapping his arms around the girl who was sitting on his lap.

They were in that position for a good forty second before (Y/N) realized what position she was and pushed herself away but putting her hand on his chest, though still on his lap. “O-oh gosh, Osamu I’m so sorr-” 

He pulled her back to his chest, this time hugging her even tighter.

 He didn’t know how this would affect him after but right now he didn’t care, he was happy with this. “I like it..when you say my name..” his mouth that was now close to her ears muttered. She shuddered from the hot breath but relaxed soon after. “...(Y/N).” His doubts were eliminated as soon as he said that, as she hugged him even tighter and smiled to herself. 

They stayed like that in complete silence but both were happy. When the capsule finally arrived towards the lower levels, (Y/N) shifted herself away from the spiker and moved to sit beside him. “(Y/N)..” Osamu spoke. 

The manager would still get shudders every time he spoke her name. “I’m really glad I came to Tokyo, not just this but also for Nationals. I got to play so many more teams and it was honestly a once in a lifetime thing.” (Y/N) nodded, “Then I better see you next year as well,” Osamu gave a small smile and nodded back.

The pair had stepped out of the capsule only to find Atsumu waiting outside for them. “What the hell samu?! Why did you just leave-” “

That’s none of your concern, Tsum-Tsum.” he said putting a hand on his twins’ shoulder. He then looked behind and flashed a small smile at the girl, “Let’s go, (Y/N).”

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heads up, every osamu story i write is in the same universe, they’re kinda like continuations of each other hehe. its not necessary to read the others and these can be read individually, but i promise you its worth it at the end :D

this is story 1

story 2

story 3

story 4

story 5

[crystalwillow]

Exiled Problems - Chapter Three

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Casey Valentine

Features: Bryce Lahela (introduced in Ch.5)

Word Count: 2.1K

Warning: This AU features themes of; Angst, Swearing, Alcohol Use, Violence, NSFW Material (Mature Themes, 18+)

Tagging: @sophxwithers @otakudreamer @an-jell-o @curiousconch @mm2305

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About a half a month later the day of Casey and Ethan’s next date had arrived. Thanks to Naveen’s observational skills, he was able to shuffle Ethan’s work schedule so they didn’t have to wait as long. As he sat in his office on his break, Ethan’s phone screen lit up with a text notification. A smile broke out on his face when he saw it was Casey.

As soon as Ethan put his phone down, he clipped the lid back on his lunchbox and discarded it to the side, along with his paperwork. He then set about disconnecting his computer and setting it aside, the only thing left on his desk was his phone. The few minutes that passed felt like agonising hours before his phone pinged again.

A short while later a knock sounded at Ethan’s office door, opening it to find Casey he stuck his head out scanning the hallway before pulling her inside and closing the door behind her, blindly locking it as he pressed her against it, his lips hungrily meeting hers.

“Oh!” she yelped with surprise as she loosened his tie whilst he shrugged off his white coat.

“You have no idea what you’ve done to me, Miss Valentine.” he growls in her ear lowly, pressing his hips to her leg as he unbuttons his shirt.

Casey gasps before smirking, hands cupping the back of his neck. “I think you just gave me an idea.” She whispers.

“Mmmm.” he groans, undoing his belt and throwing his pants to the pile of clothes on the floor. His hungry eyes looking for the zip of Casey’s skirt. Mischief glowly in her eyes, she places his hand on the zip at the back and he smirks as he unfastens it. Their lips meeting hungrily once more.

Soon their clothes, save for their underwear, were strewn across the room and Ethan lay back flat on his desk as Casey sucks at his chest, grinding against his enlarged bulge. Grunting pleasurably Ethan planted firm hands on Casey’s hips, stopping her action. Casey looked up to him with question eyes.

“I want to finish inside you.” He whispers into her ear, his heated breath tickling the shell as he unclasped her bra, flinging it to the opposite side of the room. A surprised gasp followed by a giggle elicits from Casey’s mouth as her sensitive buds harden in the cooled air of Ethan’s office.

“Sorry. Thought we may need the AC on… full blast.” he says with chagrin as he switches their positions.

“Is that so.”

“Mmh.” he hums lowly in response as he kisses across the valley of her breasts, slowly and painfully making his way to her buds that are crackling with electricity. Begging to be touched.

“Fuck, Ethan.”

“Casey.” he pants between kisses.

“I can’t wait anymore. I… I need your tou- ohhh!” she gasps, a smile spreading on her face as his fingers push the fabric of her panties aside and start gently rubbing at the ache between her thighs as his tongue simultaneously flicks over one of her buds. “mmmm.” She hums as she bites her lip, fingers tangling into Ethan’s auburn locks.

It isn’t too long before Ethan’s standing upright, back against the door as small moans leave his lips, head lulled back as ecstasy takes over from Casey’s tongue swirling around his tip. “Ohhhh fuuuuck.” He gasps with a slight chuckle as Casey deepthroats him suddenly. As she pulls away she gasps for air, giggling as Ethan pulls her to her feet.

“Are you ready?” He asks

“Yeah.” She replies with a lustful smile.

“Are you sure?” He asks again, kissing under her earlobe

“Mhm.” She hums.

He spanks her ass with a hungry growl, and she yelps as he lifts her and gently lays her down on the desk, opening his top drawer and taking out a condom. He rips it open, slipping it on in no time then positions himself at Casey’s entrance.

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

She nods eagerly, gasping as he pushes in. “Oh!” she looks at him biting her lip.

“Is that okay?”

She nods again, gripping the sides of the desk as he starts to move. “Oh fuck.” she says with a choked moan as Ethan pulls her closer.

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“Oh, Ethaaaaaaannnnn.” Casey moans as he picks up his speed, grunting in her ear as she leans forward, kissing his neck.

“Yes! Right there.. o-ohhhhhh. Yeessss.” She moans with a throaty chuckle as she reaches her climax

“Casey! Yes!” He moans, throwing his head back as he releases into the condom inside her, riding out their highs before stopping as they look into each other's eyes, giggling and sharing kisses. Their bodies sticky and slick with sweat.

They stay still for a few minutes, basking in their afterglow. Muttering sweet nothings to each other as if they’ve been together for years. Soon the silence is broken by the sound of Casey’s ringtone and she sighs climbing off Ethan to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Is this Miss Valentine?”

“Speaking.”

“Hi, this is Elle at the dry cleaners. I would just like to inform you that your dress is ready for collection.”

“Perfect. Thank you. See you soon.”

“No problem. See you soon.”

“Bye!”

“Goodbye.”

Casey hangs up just as Ethan comes over and kisses under her earlobe. “Who was that?” he whispers, gently biting her earlobe.

“The dry cleaners. My dress I’m wearing tonight is ready for collecting.”

“Does that mean you have to leave?” he asks, the undertone of his voice sounding disappointed.

“I’m afraid so.” She replies, turning to face him. Their lips meeting in a sweeter kiss.

“Shame.”

“What is?”

“I wanted round two.”

Casey throws her head back laughing richly, “we have tonight, do we not?”

A smirk grows on Ethan’s lips. “Told you so.”

“What?” She asks in sheer confusion.

“That I’d leave you wanting more.”

Casey bites her lip as she trails a hand down his bare chest. “Are you implying that I haven’t left you wanting more? Dr Ramsey?”

“You’ve left me wanting plenty more. Miss Valentine.”

“Then I should head off and get ready for tonight.”

“And I should get back to work.” He looks at the clock, “I’ve slacked off and had my fun for now. Longer than usual, may I add.” He smirks as he buckles his belt and pulls on his shirt.

“How much longer?” Casey asks

“An hour.”

“How long do you usually allow yourself?”

“An hour.”

Casey’s eyes widen. “Were we?!”

“For two hours? Yeah.” He grins as he grabs his tie. “Pretty amazing right?”

“Amazing is an understatement.”

“Huh.” He smiles, turning to the mirror and sorting his tie, then ruffling his hair.

“Here.” Casey smiles, offering her hairbrush.

“Oh. Thank you.” He says accepting it before brushing his hair back into place as Casey tries to fasten her skirt zipper.

Seeing her struggle, Ethan reaches out and fastens it for her with a smile. “Thanks.” She smiles back, accepting her hairbrush back and pointing to the mirror. “Do you mind if I…”

“No! Not at all. Go ahead.”

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Later as Ethan leaves his office, he catches sight of Naveen approaching and sighs.

“My Gosh, dear boy. It appears the rumours are true. You do have a glow about you.”

“A glow?” Ethan asks, heading towards the elevator.

“Yes. A glow.” Naveen replies, wiggling his eyebrows.

Ethan sighs as they step into the elevator when Naveen whirls on him.

“So it’s true. You called her into work today and were indisposed for roughly two hours?”

“Does it matter? I’ve completed all I needed to today.”

“No. It doesn’t matter at all. I’m just simply curious.”

“Yes. It’s true, okay.”

Naveen chuckled as they stepped out the elevator parting ways, leaving Ethan to shake his head and roll his eyes as he headed out to get ready for his date.

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As Ethan put the finishing touches to his look for the evening his phone pings on the nightstand.

An hour later, Casey is waiting out the front of her house as Ethan pulls up, jumping out and walking round and gently pecking her cheek under the scrutinised eye of her parents.

“Good Evening, Casey.” He greets with a smile.

She nods in response, “Ethan.”

He looks at her sith confusion but it’s gone as quick as it came as he turns to her parents. “Good Evening. Mr and Mrs Valentine.”

“Dr Ramsey.” Casey’s father says sternly. “You make one advancement on my daughter tonight and I’ll have your job.”

“Dad!” Casey exclaimed, blushing furiously. “Ethan, I am so-”

She stops mid apology as Ethan holds up a hand. “It’s okay. You needn’t apologise for another's words or actions.”

“But he has no right to speak to you that way.”

“He knows.” Ethan nods, his intense glare never leaving Casey’s father’s. The air crackling with hostility. “Believe me, he knows.”

Ethan turns to Mrs Valentine in hopes of a warmer reception but it’s just as cold.

“Well. I see.” Ethan says, turning to Casey. “We should be on our way. The reservation is for 9pm, the restaurant hates when people are late.” He smiles at her, holding open the passenger side door.

“Thank you.” Casey smiles and slips inside, fastening her seatbelt. Ethan walks around to the driver’s door ignoring the daggers that are being glared at his back.

As they drive away from Casey’s house and towards the restaurant, Ethan turns to her as they sit at a stop light. “You look beautiful tonight.” He smiles.

She smiles back, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Thanks.” she sighs, fiddling with the hem of her dress.

“Are you alright?” He asks, taking her hand in his as they pull away from the stop light.

“I’m fine. Or… at least I will be.” she says reassuringly.

Ethan sighs as he carries on driving, seeing a part of how broken she must be under her calm and confident exterior.

As they pulled up to the restaurant, Ethan gave his keys to the valet as he took Casey’s hand in his own, walking her inside.

“Are you okay?” Ethan murmured under his breath in Casey’s ear. She gave a subtle nod in reply.

“I- I’ll be fine.” She whispers, as they briskly approach the doors, a few cameras flashing at them.

Inside it takes Casey a while to relax, a pensive look on face throughout the whole starter. Concerned, Ethan takes Casey’s hand over the table, rubbing soothing circles around her knuckles and shooting her an even more soothing smile.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks, tilting his head inquisitively.

“Hmm?” she hummed, shaking her head as she came back from daydreaming.

“What’s in your mind?” Ethan repeats, kind smile still on his face as he continues to rub circles round her knuckles.

“It’s…” she sighs, “it’s nothing.”

A silence hangs between them before Casey let’s out another sigh. “It’s my parents.”

“What have they done?”

“Banned me from seeing you after tonight.”

“What? But you’re an adult. We both are.”

Casey shakes her head with a sad smile. “That doesn’t matter.” she tells him, shaking her head. “I’m destined to be married to someone else. I can’t be seen…”

“With me.” Ethan nods, dropping her hand.

“No, I didn’t mean-”

“I know.” Ethan says, cutting her off. “Just. Let’s finish tonight yeah?”

“I… okay.” She nods, voices breaking.

After dinner was over Ethan and Casey split the check, Ethan drove her home and they parted with a simple “Goodnight.” as Casey walked inside and Ethan drove himself home. Heart aching from the sudden turn of events the night took.

Upon entering his penthouse apartment, Ethan tugged at his tie, throwing it to the floor as he made his way to the kitchen, pouring himself a large glass of scotch. After a couple of glasses he stumbled to bed, messily getting out of his clothes, collapsing on his bed backwards with a sigh.

“This is why you don’t date, Ethan.” he mutters to himself. “Because it sucks to get your heart broken.”

The next afternoon as he awoke to his phone pinging, he picked it up, a news article notification glaring at him from his screen and truly crushing his heart.

“Engagement Of The Century: Casey Valentine and Bryce Lahela, Where Will The Celebrations Be Held?”

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[bleedingthirium]

Connor x Reader (Tickle Fights)

Author Note: Thank you for being my first request! I hope this is okay? And I also hope you don’t mind that I kept it gender-neutral? And please don’t be shy – oh my gosh, I just adore talking and gushing over ideas! You made my day when I saw you pop into my lonely inbox!

Being with Connor wasn’t exactly easy but you accepted that when your relationship with him progressed further than the norms of friendship. A romantic relationship between humans and androids were still quite fuzzy. Some accepted this reality, others did not take kindly to it. However, you took the optimist viewpoint and saw the glass half-full. Nothing mattered, you had Connor and he made you feel alive; just like you made him feel alive.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon during the ‘no technology’ restriction period you placed on yourselves; mostly you. Connor made the argument that he is technically considered ‘part technology’ so in order to fulfil your wish, he’d have to leave the room, or place himself on lower power mode. A wave of your hand and a feigned exasperated sigh left your lips as you explained how you meant it as entertainment devices such as ipads, iphones, the television… After a few moments of explaining this and patiently waiting for him to grasp the concept of your idea, he agreed to it – even placing his own limitations on himself (such as not downloading data etc. to help in social situations with you). Which lead to a slightly awkward moment during one of your ‘no technology’ afternoons. You had been curled up on the couch, reading a book when your eyes skimmed the words of a particular scene and suddenly an idea formed from it. Connor was sitting at the opposite end of the couch, absentmindedly massaging your feet when your sudden request pulled him out of his thoughts. “Tickle me.” The ministrations to your feet stopped and a slightly quizzical expression turned to face you. “I beg your pardon?” “Tickle me.” You repeated, placing your book down on the coffee table (spine up so you don’t lose your page, and to also avoid dog-earing the page. A pet peeve you had). “Tickle you?” “Yeah. You know? Like…” sitting up, you leaned over and made quick dancing fingers over at him in a mock demonstration. “I’m afraid I don’t understand the concept. What would it achieve? Does it please humans?” A gentle sigh escaped your lips as you realised you had to explain it to Connor; bless him for keeping to the goal of limiting himself from ‘technology usage’. Otherwise he would have quickly downloaded the information and they wouldn’t be in this awkward situation. “It doesn’t ‘achieve’ anything important except, well, fun. It’s just a fun, silly thing to do. A memory of having a good time to look back on. You know?” No, Connor didn’t really know… but the blue flickering of his LED light was proof enough that he was trying to understand. Nevertheless, like the dutiful boyfriend he was, he obliged your request. “Alright…like this?” He questioned as he reached over and lightly mimicked your actions. Grin forming on your face, you immediately began to squirm and a small yelp slipped out. Taking it as though he hurt you, he immediately pulled his hands away and the calm blue of his LED flickered to Yellow, hints of red flickering every so often. Trouble washed over those beautiful curious but kind brown eyes of his. “I’m sorry Y/N. Did I hurt you?” “No, no! It tickled! This is what tickling is, Connor. I’m very ticklish… Try again?” He looked hesitant for a moment but when brown eyes took in your features, he could see you weren’t hurt in the slightest. A slight nod to confirm, he advanced towards you and experimental hands immediately found your most ticklish spot. Your head tilted back and the most genuine sound of laughter filtered through the air. Again, Connor’s hands yanked back and his LED spun to yellow, this time he moved away from you, placing a small distance between you. Something unfamiliar washed over him and he wasn’t quite sure how to process it properly without breaking the rule you had set out for the Sunday afternoons. You immediately sat up, features falling from the carefree laughter you had embraced only moments ago. “Connor? What is it?” The violently whirring yellow of his LED didn’t go unnoticed, and you placed a hand on his arm in an attempt to try to calm and ground him. “Con? Hey. Talk to me. You look… I don’t know…you look sick?” No, wait, android’s don’t get sick… “Flustered.” You quickly correct yourself. “I…Does tickling always cause you to make that sound?” Your brows creased even further because not only was Connor looking utterly confused, he also wasn’t making much sense with the question. “Uh, yeah? Why?” “I…I like it. The sound of your laughter, I mean. It’s…It’s nice.” You finally realised the blue tinge to his cheeks wasn’t flushed from being ‘sick’, he was blushing! “Um…thank you, I guess?” your voice hitched a note higher than usual. The compliment was sweet, of course. But no one’s ever complimented you on your laughter before. It felt odd… but seeing Connor being so openly vulnerable with his sensitivity (or would it be referred to as deviancy? Who knows), you found it rather endearing. Well, this afternoon certainly wasn’t going the way you expected it to. “Y/N?” “Yeah?” “Do you remember when you asked me what happiness meant to me?” “Mm?” “I think I can finally answer it. Happiness is … you. Your smile. Your laughter. I feel elated… my levels increase, not dangerously, but they decrease any negative feelings I may harbour at that point. Does that make sense?” Your hand never left his arm, your E/C orbs taking in his flushed features, deciding that he looked beautiful like this despite how much trouble he has processing certain emotions he didn’t quite understand.  

but the other hand came up and gripped the collar of the shirt he was wearing, pulling him slightly down to you. Tilting your face up slightly, your lips brushed against his, “Makes perfect sense babe.” You murmured before pressing your lips firmly against his. You swore you felt the breath escape his own lips before he responded to the kiss. His own lips matching the dancing rhythm of your own. You felt his arm move and your hand instinctively came up to rest on his shoulder while he looped his arm behind you, lowering you back down onto the couch. You hummed in response, your own eyes fluttering closed, but not before spying his LED light now spinning back to the calm blue. Settled against the back of the couch, your arms snaked around Connor’s neck, delighting yourself in feeling his solid build leaning slightly against you (enough to relish in his weight, but not enough to crush you). You were about to deepen the kiss when Connor’s hands ghosted their way over your frame before resting on their final spot; your tickle spot! Lips tore from his and you shrieked out his name! He had clearly calculated this! Using your weakness (his kisses) to his advantage before trapping you beneath him and voila! The stealthy detective makes his move.

Between your fits of giggles (which was absolute music to his ears), you managed to capture glimpses of his own smile, which reached his twinkling eyes. Was that a hint of mischievousness you caught shimmering in those brown orbs of his? Oh no. You released a monster. A tickle monster!

[nanakibh]

Final Fantasy Agito: Second Cycle, Chapter 4, Act 3 Characters: Player, Miyu, King, Deuce, King of Concordia, Celestia, Izana, Machina Summary: The King of Concordia’s hubris leads him to foolishly take matters into his own hands. An unprecedented chance for reprisal presents itself to Rubrum.

Thank you to @reverse-vampire​ for the screenshots which made this translation possible!

"While there’s life, there’s hope."

Chapter 4, Act 3 The Battle of Judecca

[Setting: Central Command]

Miyu: Player, King, Deuce. Today's the day of the decisive battle. Miyu: This largescale counterattack against Concordia has been under revision since the other day. Preparations are finally complete. Miyu: All troops who can move will march toward Concordia. That includes you cadets, the legion, and Lord Zhuyu. Miyu: It's all to destroy the Azure Dragon Crystal - to open a path to where the Crystal is located in the heart of Concordia. King: This certainly sounds like it'll be a large battle. Player, are you prepared?

Player choice: >I've been ready. >I'm worried about everyone else.

King: Heh. You're always reliable. But you can rely on us, too. Deuce: That's right. Let's make sure no more blood is needlessly spilled.

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(Alternate Player Choice)

King: This certainly sounds like it'll be a large battle. Player, are you prepared?

Player choice: >I've been ready. >I'm worried about everyone else.

King: Heh. So at a time like this, you're worried more about others. You're a real kindhearted person, you know that? Deuce: ...But please don't worry too much, Player. Deuce: I'm also prepared. Let's make sure no more blood is needlessly spilled.

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Deuce, determined: This isn't just for Rubrum. We have to destroy the Crystal to save the lives of the people of Concordia, too. Miyu: I like how that sounds. You've all truly surpassed me. Miyu: Well then, men, let's depart! To the Rubrum-Concordian border! To the Strait of Judecca!

Thus, Rubrum launched their counterattack against Concordia.

Concordia intercepted it with all their strength, and both armies clashed at the Strait of Judecca.

(Cutscene with the following narration)

The battle began with a breath attack from the Azure Dragon l'Cie, Soryu. Having taken advantage of the chaos in the Rubrum army, Concordia at first thought they had seized control of the situation. That was when the Vermilion Bird l'Cie, Zhuyu, made his appearance and suppressed Soryu.

(Cutscene ends)

Due to the collision between the two l'Cie, The battle which began to look like a free-for-all became a war of attrition between the conventional strength of each side...

Once in a Lifetime Opportunity

The fierce battle at Judecca in which the cadets were also participating began to lean slightly in Rubrum's favor.

Having received word of this, Celestia hurriedly returned to the capital.

[Setting: Mahamayuri, Concordia]

King of Concordia: You were defeated in the battle at Judecca?! Just how useless can you all be?! Celestia: Please stay calm, Your Lordship. Only the Yoiyami guard squad has been defeated. Celestia: In terms of our total forces, we still have my portion. In due time, we will surely make Rubrum fall. King of Concordia: And when will that be?! I cannot trust you with this any longer! King of Concordia: Since it's come to this, I will assume direct command! Leave the command of the whole army to me! Celestia: Wha...?! Your Lordship? Commanding the army?! Celestia: Please wait, Your Lordship! Pardon my saying, but you lack the necessary experience! Celestia: Rubrum cannot be defeated at your level! King of Concordia: How dare you call my experience into question! I'm certainly more capable than you worthless lot! King of Concordia: Akatoki Warden Celestia, I release you of your command! Stand down! Celestia: Absurd...! Celestia: At such a crucial time, after I even returned here to inform you... Without seeking to understand the situation, just impatiently rushing to win... Celestia: Do you seriously think you're capable of guiding Concordia to victory that way?! King of Concordia: You insolent whelp. You don't know when to shut your mouth, do you? War has always been the job of the King. King of Concordia: Warriors obediently follow their Masters. If you disagree, do you intend to kill me as well? Celestia: Ngh...! King of Concordia: Get out of my sight, Celestia. I will lead the army now. King of Concordia: I will bring Rubrum to their knees in short order. Behold your King's battle.

--Several days later, in Rubrum--

[Setting: Central Command]

Miyu: There's something unusual about the way the Concordian army is acting...?! King, are you sure?! King: Yeah. I don't know what's behind it, though. King: The soldiers who were concentrated in Judecca are individually heading toward Akademeia. King: There are a lot of soldiers, but they don't seem to be working together. They're just recklessly advancing and disturbing the battlefield. Deuce: What's more, they don't have many troops guarding their capital. Deuce: By sending troops one after another to the frontlines, it's like they aren't even thinking about their defense... Miyu: Alright! It looks an opportunity we can take advantage of has appeared! Miyu: Inform the military! It's time to devise a plan to assault the Concordian capital!

[Setting: Back Garden]

Deuce: Hey, Player, what do you think happened to make the Concordian army act so strangely? Deuce: Here's what I've been thinking... There could be people on the Concordian side who hate fighting. Deuce: I've heard rumors that the current King wanted power so badly, he assassinated the former Queen... Deuce: If that's what happened, I don't want any more pointless conflicts with people who didn't even want to fight! Deuce: Perhaps, if we told them that we only wanted to destroy their Crystal in order to end the war-- Deuce: And perhaps, if we told them that we had no intention of invading Concordian territory-- Deuce: Then wouldn't they put down their arms and work together with us?! Deuce: ...Uh, sorry. Deuce: I... I know. Something like that is probably impossible... Deuce: After all, we have no choice but to keep fighting if we want to protect the people who are precious to us... Deuce: But, I... I don't want to give up. Deuce: Even if it ends in vain, I want to keep trying to think of a way to avoid fighting with them.

[Setting: Chocobo Ranch]

Izana: Ah, Player! Gosh, it's good to see you again! Izana: To be honest, I didn't think I'd come back from Judecca alive... Machina: Yeah... I couldn't stop thinking about when I might forget you, brother. Machina: So I was really relieved when we were able to reunite at Akademeia. Izana: Oh, you don't say, Machina? I've always been worried about when I might forget you. Izana: So, to even be able to have a casual conversation like this... As they say, "While there’s life, there’s hope." Izana: Well, anyhow. Good work, Player. Let's survive through the next battle, too!

[wwounu]

l.jh | why don’t you tell me why you really came here tonight?

✧˚ * . pairing: jihoon x reader

✧.⊹ * prompt: “why don’t you tell me why you really came here tonight?”

✧· . ˚ word count:

[ from: you make my day | you made my dream m.list ]

“You never told me what brought you here,” Jihoon questions, “other than it being a pretty day, tell me how you ended up lost in this town?”

“This is my friend’s hometown. We planned that we would stay at their parent’s house for the week so that we could catch up, and she was supposed to come today, but unfortunately the train was delayed and now I’ll have to see them tomorrow...” Slowly fading your voice at the end, Jihoon somewhat frowns at your saddened tone.

“Really sucks to hear that. Where does the getting lost bit come in?”

“Gosh, you’re so desperate to know how I got lost,” your quote on quote tour guide smiles, pointing to a view of hills with open green grass, lambs running around, “so I figured that if I was alone today, then I might as well take a walk around the small town by myself.”

“And how did that go?”

“Oh shush, I’m sorry that this is my first time here.” Sarcastically, you comment. “Then one thing or another, you notice that I’ve been walking in circles around town square for ages and finally introduce yourself as Jihoon while I say help, I’m lost! Hence becoming my tour guide for today. Sound right?”

“I think tour guide should be changed to a different term,”

“What, my knight in shining armour?”

“Only if you want it to be.” Jihoon playfully grins and you sigh loudly, head falling into your hands. “I kid, now come with me, there’s a nearby bakery I think you’d like.”

The bakery was full of assortments of breads and desserts, the interior decorated in a cosy sunset yellow, both you and Jihoon careless as to how long you were drooling over the cakes, stealing almost all of the free samples on top on the glass cover.

Hey, they were tasty. And free.

Your next location was a popular tourist site for the town — a long, cream-coloured wall with pastel paintings that fill the space and make it perfect for photos — which Jihoon kindly took for you, leading up to a silly photoshoot where the two of you try to jump on time, all the attempts recorded on the photos.

Jihoon brings you to the marketplace next, strolling though eye-catching items and tempting food, the busy place being an eye-catcher itself, with sky blue and baby pink flags hanging and strings of mint green and lilac.

“Woah, look at this,” you pick up a sun hat, a thick dark ribbon wrapped around the head and tired prettily at the back, “how nice...” You whimper, wanting the item. Alas, you accept the fact you can’t buy it and move along—

“Hi, how much is that?”

You turn back to where you originally went, seeing Jihoon by the stand and talking to the owner. “Jihoon? He didn’t- Jihoon!”

Running to him, you see it’s already late through the exchange of the lovely old lady handing the hat as Jihoon lends the change in both of her hands, thanking her warmly. Once he notices you he presents the woven hat with a smile.

“Listen here young man—“ You abruptly stop as the male adjusts the hat on your head, tilting it up so that you can see each other’s faces.

“Just take the hat,” he beams, “I got a lot more to show you, off to the bridge!”

The bridge was by far the location that made you speechless — the wide river, secret view of the mountains at the right spot, a couple of baby ducks swimming in a v-formation — everything was so spotless. 

Jihoon even taught you how to skip stones. “It’s all in the wrist,” he says, angling his rock and making seven perfect skips, “want me to help?”

“Yes,” you hopelessly say and Jihoon makes his way behind you, holding the rock between your hands and tilting it up and down.

“Throw when I say so.” He brings back your hand, soon moving it forward, giving the signal with, “Throw!” You let go of the stone and manage to successfully get two skips.

With cheers, you and Jihoon hug over the small achievement. “I did it! I really did it!”

“Yeah, yeah you did!” Jihoon replies with the same energy, realising that he’s holding you and moves away quickly, cheeks heated. “Well done,” he finishes with a smile.

Checking the position of the sun, Jihoon gasps and points to a hill.

“I got one more thing to show you, and we’re gonna miss it if we don’t make it up that hill.”

“What are we waiting for? To the hill!”

The sun is at its golden hour when you two arrive, showing the whole town marvellously standing with a faint glow. All the pastel colours have turned warmer — oranges and purples — and you can see the sparkle in the river as it rushes past.

“Wow. This is beautiful.”

“I was hoping you’d say that. It’s the best view of them all,” chuckles Jihoon, picking flowers from the ground, “take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

Without a word, you take out your phone, angling it at the perfect view.

But something felt missing.

“Jihoon,” you pause, a breeze hitting you, “be in my picture.”

“Me? Um... Sure,” Jihoon agrees with ease, his stiff voice melting into honey as he chuckles and stands in front of you, “should I smile?”

“Smiling makes you look pretty, I’d like that.” And with that, Jihoon’s lips and eyes spread into a smile, every shadow, dimple, curve capturing him, the sunlight’s glow making his brown hair strands turn creamy, his lips and cheeks rosy.

You couldn’t just capture one photo.

“Thanks a lot for today Jihoon,” you thank him on the way back, the sky now a washed out pink and blue, “you really made this tour seem worth it.”

“It’s nothing, I had lots of fun with you too, going back to places I haven’t been in a long time...”

Reality hits when you point to your friend’s home, standing in front of the stairs as Jihoon watches you from the bottom of it.

In the end, you two were just strangers with memories.

“Take care, tell your friend how much fun you had today, and apologies in advance if I took you to most places they wanted to go with you.”

“Noted,” you giggle, slightly missing the fact that Jihoon was going to be gone, “I guess... Goodbye, Jihoon.”

“Goodnight, you made my day.” He says with the same heaviness even though the wide smile would tell you other wise. He slowly walks away, back now facing you, and you wait until he’s near the end of the street before it’s time for you to go in.

Entering with the spare keys, you were in the middle of taking off your shoes when the door began to bang loudly. Scared, you turn and swing the door open, revealing a heavily-panting Jihoon with his hands on his knees.

“Jihoon? You ran here? Why?”

“Because,” croaks he, suddenly stiff when he’s eye to eye with your eyes, ears blushing pink, “you forgot your sunhat!”

Staring up, you were pretty sure the accessory was on your head. “It’s right on my head—”

“Did I say hat? I mean jacket, I could’ve sworn you brought one with you...” Jihoon runs over some of his words, his heart feeling like it’ll explode any moment.

“Alright.” You get to the point, grinning. “Why don’t you tell me why you really came here tonight?”

Taking a deep breath, Jihoon still looks as bashful as ever, but with the last burst of confidence, he says, “I’d like you to make my day everyday. I wanna see you everyday,” he shyly confesses, eyes directing to his toes.

With a beat of silence, you get closer and leave a peck on his flushed cheekbone.

“I’ll be your morning, day, and night if you want me to.”

“Be mine, it’s all I ask.”

[uas-fics]

Title: Lego Butterflies

Summary: Tweek is so excited to join a lego house contest with his friends Jimmy and Timmy. Nothing could ruin his day! Except maybe Nathan and his schemes of revenge against Jimmy!

Rating: G

Ships: Mentioned Creek. 

Other: For @tweekweek, day 2 Talent. I have no idea if this Red Cross idea would even work but you know what, it's just a setting and conflict set up sooo..... *shrug* 

Also, disclaimer, I didn't have time to do as much research as ASL as I should have, so the wording of Timmy's dialog isn't perfect, and I apologize. :( 

Read on Ao3

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Tweek bounced in his seat, a goofy smile on his face. The weekend didn’t come fast enough. Since Wednesday, Tweek hopped into bed early in an attempt to force time to move its butt along so Saturday’s event could finally happen. 

Jimmy sat to his left and Timmy to his right. They shared his excitement. 

Jimmy was the one who brought Tweek the flyer, shoving it under his nose during recess. 

"The South Park Red Cross's first annual building contest: An event for children thirteen and under to show off their building skills and have fun!" The flyer proclaimed in Comic Sans font. "Come by and bring your kids for a lego brick contest with plenty of wonderful prizes for the best entries. Lunch and dinner will be provided. starts at 10 am ends at 6 pm. 5 dollar entry fee with be required in advance. For more information call the South Park Red Cross office or email us at SPRedCross@zmail. net." 

Jimmy explained that it was a creative competition where a group of up to three kids are given a lego kit and had the day to make the building, but with their own creative twist on it. The first prize winners received gift cards to the local Dairy Queen. 

Tweek didn't care about the prize. He was just excited to build with his friends and have fun. He didn't even expect to win, but Jimmy proclaimed he knew they would since Tweek was so amazing at building with legos.

"You have one of your builds on display at the library!" Jimmy reminded. "The one that looks like a b-b-bo-boat? You're a natural. We'll win for sure."

His parents donated his boat to the library without his permission last summer. Though Tweek had planned to recycle the bricks into another project, he couldn’t help but feel pride every time he saw his name on that piece of card stock in the shiny display case.

Tweek looked around the Red Cross building at the other tables. He knew some of the other kids here, but most were younger than him and he couldn't put a name to a face. He knew two of the kindergarteners in the corner. Kyle Broflovski's little brother and the youngest member of the goth kids looked less than thrilled to be there as their parents chatted a few feet away. 

Kenny and his little sister and older brother on the other side of the room, Karen speaking animatedly and Kenny nodding along while their brother had a chair pulled to the wall and dozed. 

Some girls from his class chatted near the door. A few kids from the special education class that Tweek didn't know waved to Jimmy as they walked in.

"Oh my Gosh!" Jimmy beamed. "There sure is a really big crowd out tonight, huh?"

"Yeah, this might be a fun competition," Tweek agreed. 

"Of course, it will be." Jimmy leaned over and picked up his bag from beside him. He unzipped it before taking out some peanut butter crackers and juice boxes. "My mom packed me these, but we're being fed lunch, so I thought we could have them as a pre-build s-s-snack."

Timmy nodded, reaching in front of Tweek for a pack of crackers. His fingers wrapped around a juice box, only for his nose to wrinkle up in disgust when he read the flavor. He tossed the juice box back before snatching up a different one.

Jimmy cocked his head to the side to read the flavor. He stuck his tongue out.

"I a-agree with you there, Tim Tim." Jimmy faked a gag. "Kiwi-Orange is the w-worst flavor. I keep asking mom not to buy this kind, but she a-al-always forgets."

Tweek's mom buys the same brand, and he knew its store-brand juice and the cheapest available at the local market, but he didn’t point that out. Instead, he took the Kiwi-Orange for himself, leaving Jimmy with Peach. 

Of the Tropical Explosion flavors, Kiwi-Orange tasted best to him. It was tangy with just the right amount of kiwi. He didn't understand how anyone couldn't love it.

"Well, well, well," A snide voice intoned, "look what the cat dragged in."

Nathan marched up to their table with Mimsy right behind him like a giant shadow. Nathan set his palms on the tabletop and leaned forward a little too far into their space.

"Oh! Hello there, Nathan!" Jimmy chirped, completely unfazed by how close Nathan's tinted aviator glasses were to his face. "You too, M-Mimsy. Good morning!"

"Heya, fellas," Mimsy replied with a wave.

"So, what brings you two here? Jimmy? Timmy? Are you here for the contest?" Nathan nodded to the front of the room where the adults from the Red Cross were pulling out craft supplies from some boxes. 

"We s-s-sure are." Jimmy wrapped his arm around Tweek. "Tim Tim, me, and Tweek here are all one group. Isn't that gr-great? Too bad we can't have a group of five, though. You and Mimsy would make great additions to our t-t-team."

Nathan scrunched up his nose like he just stepped on a wet turd with bare feet.

"Oh," he gave Tweek a hard look over the top of his glasses, "really?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Tweek watched Timmy grip his crackers so hard, they crumbled in the wrapper. He glared at Nathan as if daring him to say something.

If Nathan saw, he didn't respond. Instead, he shrugged and stepped away.

"Good luck, there, Jimmy, Timmy...Tweek."

Tweek shuddered at how Nathan said his name. It reminded him a little too much of a cartoon super-villain with a long mustache about to capture the hero with a complicated contraption.

Timmy must not have like how his name was said either since he flipped Nathan off behind his back. Jimmy, on the other hand, seemed unphased completely.

"Good luck to you, too! I know we'll all do f-f-f-fantastic!" Jimmy encouraged. Nathan scowled as he turned around and went to another table.

Mimsy almost followed him, when he paused, taking a look at the box of juice in Tweek's hand.

"Is that Kiwi-Orange? Oh, boy, it's my favorite flavor. Do they have some here?" Mimsy grinned.

"Really?" Timmy signed, sticking out his tongue.

Tweek smiled back at him. "It's my favorite, too. It's yummy."

Jimmy looked into his bag. "Ah, darn, sorry, Mimsy. Mom only packed enough for my team. Maybe I can bring you some at school on Monday."

Mimsy's face fell. For someone with a large and imposing a frame as Mimsy, when he got disappointed, he looked no more threatening than an upset puppy.

Tweek offered his unopened box. "Here, you can have mine. I brought my own drink." With his free hand, he lifted his ever-present thermos from between his feet, still warm with the mid-morning’s coffee. 

Mimsy's eyes grew wide. His mouth went slack as he took the juice. "Really? You'd give me the best flavor? Just like that? No fight or nothin'?" Mimsy stared down at the juice box as if Tweek just handed him the Hope Diamond to keep.

"Uh-huh. I'm ok with it, if you don't mind, Jimmy." He turned a questioning look to him.

Jimmy shook his head. "No, it's fine. Our teachers always tell us sharing makes for the b-best friendships."

"Good, there you go, Mimsy. Good luck. I hope you have lots of fun today." Tweek smiled again.

 He didn't know Mimsy well, other than he hung around with Nathan all the time, but he didn't have anything against him. Mimsy seemed like a nice kid. He didn’t give bad vibes, unlike Nathan.

Mimsy looked at the box, then at Tweek, and blushed. "Golly, that's swell of you. Thanks a lot, Tweek." He giggled as if Tweek just told him a silly riddle before making a beeline for Nathan.

After the three finished their juice--or coffee in Tweek's case--and crackers, Jimmy gathered up the trash and took it to the trash can before heading to use the restroom.

Once Jimmy was out of earshot, Tweek turned to Timmy with a frown.

"Are you alright? You seem...uh..." he gestured to the crumbs covering Timmy's shirt, "upset? Is this about Nathan?"

Timmy brushed the crumbs off with his face set in a scowl. He looked around before leaning in close. 

"Do not trust Nathan," he whispered, keeping his hand movement small and close to his body.

"Why?" Tweek covered his mouth with the side of his hand. Nathan and Mimsy sat across the room, so they couldn't hear him but better safe than sorry.

"He is a dickhead." Timmy cringed. "Jimmy is too stupid to understand Nathan hates him."

"He hates him? Jimmy sure seems to think they’re friends." Tweek frowned. 

"He is clueless!" Timmy rolled his eyes. "Nathan hates him. He tries to trick him all the time or get him in trouble."

At Tweek's raised eyebrow, Timmy went on to explain some of his experiences with Nathan that ranged from switching out Jimmy's pencils with colored ones for tests and tripping in him in the lunch line to dumping soda in his backpack and spreading rumors.

When Timmy started to explain something that happened during summer camp, he started moving his hands so fast in his anger that Tweek couldn't understand him. 

"Alright, alright, I get it! Nathan is a huge dick." Tweek grabbed Timmy's wrists when he was in the middle of signing what Tweek thought was 'Space-Racist.'

Timmy pulled his hands to his lap. "Be careful today," he warned, leaning over to shoot Nathan a glare. 

Tweek peeked over his shoulder. Nathan had his head turned, so he didn't see Timmy's glower. Instead, his gaze was fixed on Jimmy, who was speaking with some girls at a nearby table. His hands balled into shaking fists.

Tweek snapped his head forward. His stomach twisted into knots. Timmy was right. They had to be super careful today.

---

Jimmy, that asshole, flirting with those girls right in front of him! He was just doing it to rub it in his face that, for some reason completely unknown to Nathan, the girls seemed to like him. 

He didn't understand what anyone saw in Jimmy. Nathan was much more handsome and charismatic than Jimmy could ever be!

But the girls tittered and fawned over him like he was the best thing since sliced bread! 

Nathan gripped his hands into fists. 

"Mimsy, we're going to win those gift cards," He growled. "Even if I have to smash their entry myself."

Mimsy looked up from the empty juice box in his hands. He had been staring at it like a dolt since he finished sucking it dry. What was the big deal? It was just a juice box. It wasn't even a good flavor. Only some weirdo like Mimsy would like Kiwi-Orange.

"Ah, I dunno, Boss," Mimsy fingered the box, "maybe we should just try our best to win on our own. We don't gotta cheat."

"Don't you see, Mimsy? Jimmy is cheating! Us cheating would even the odds." Nathan waved his hand towards them. "He brought that Tweek kid with them to help."

"What's wrong with Tweek?" Mimsy's voice pitched up when he said Tweek's name. A small blush grew across his cheeks, eyes drifting down to the juice box.

Nathan pinched the bridge of his nose. "He's an expert with legos, Mimsy! He has something he made shown off at the library! How is that fair to the rest of us?"

Mimsy craned his head around the room a moment. "Well, why don't we ask Colette." He pointed towards her. "She has a lego project displayed at the library too, and it looks like she's all by herself. We can ask her to join us!"

Nathan winced. "Hell no. She's ugly. I don't want an ugly girl on my team." He was trying to win the gift cards so he could get pretty girls. Girls love free chocolate-dipped cones. He would have a whole bunch of girls clambering for his attention when he won those gift cards. Then Jimmy would cry like a baby now that the girls saw who the real man around was.

Mimsy cocked his head to the side. "Well, Boss, maybe you should put your misogyny and bias against women aside this one time and work towards your goal so we can win honestly and you can take real pride in your win."

Nathan stared dumbfounded at Mimsy. Where did Mimsy get these ideas? Probably some dumb cartoon or something.

"Mimsy, shut up."

Mimsy turned his attention back to his juice box with a shrug. "Ok, boss."

---

The rules for the competition where simple: build the lego house from a kit and decorate it with the supplies from the craft table.

The house kit was a simple model, only twenty bricks high with four window pieces and a door piece and a premade slanted roof.

Even if Tweek hadn’t built it before, it was an easy task. He took up the job of putting it together while Jimmy and Timmy gathered supplies and refined the plan.

They had decided to turn their project into a gingerbread house with lollipop trees and candy stuck to the roof. They would use paint to add icing accents and cotton balls as cotton candy lining the outside like bushes.

As Timmy wrapped cellophane plastic around foam balls to make hard candy and Jimmy used a marker to color the cotton, Tweek stood to stretch.

"I'm going to the restroom. Be right back." 

Timmy grabbed his sleeve, holding up a sheet of cellophane. 

"Get blue," He told him before lowering his head back to his work. 

Once Tweek finished his business, he stood over the craft table shifting through the mess of stickers and papers for a blue sheet of cellophane. Most of the stickers had a faint yellow tinge to them and several of the sets of markers were missing colors. If Tweek had to guess, he would say a lot of the supplies were donated from a granny’s leftover scrapbooking supplies. 

Tweek glanced over his shoulder at a nearby team’s house kit box. Given how yellowed it was, maybe more than just the stickers came from someone’s backroom.

He set some brown felt aside before a flash of shiny, translucent blue caught his eye. 

With a noise of satisfaction, he reached for it, only for another hand to grab it at the same time.

Tweek looked up and met eyes with Nathan himself.

"I saw it first," Nathan snapped, snatching the cellophane.

"We need it for ours," Tweek countered. 

All of Timmy's stories played through his head. He needed to be very careful with what he said. Jimmy might be optimistically oblivious enough to overlook Nathan's malice acts, but Tweek sure as heck wasn't.

Nathan attempted to reply, but Mimsy stepped behind him and cut him off.

"Heya, Tweek!" He swung his hands side to side. "Gosh, isn't this fun? We's nearly finished half our house. It's going to be a summer house with a pool and palm trees and--"

Nathan shoved a sheet of craft felt into his mouth.

"Shut up, Mimsy! Don't tell our enemies the plan." He glared over the top of his glasses at Tweek. "He might steal our ideas."

"We don't need your ideas." Tweek reached across the table for the corner of the felt in Mimsy's mouth. He pulled it out then pushed it into Nathan's hands, making sure that the part covered in spit touched his skin.

Nathan dropped everything in his arms back on the table with a yelp. As he wiped his hand on his pants, Tweek snatched the blue cellophane. Before Nathan could make a bigger scene, Tweek took a pair of craft scissors and made a wavy line down the middle of the sheet.

"Here. Problem solved," Tweek set half on the slobbery felt. 

A snarl ripped from Nathan’s throat as his upper lip rose. Tweek froze like a rabbit staring down a pet dog. 

Oh, shoot! He had let himself get overconfident! Nathan was going to kill him, right there in the Red Cross building, in front of everyone! 

Mimsy put his big hands on Nathan's shoulders and turned him.

"That'll be enough blue, dontcha think, boss? I think so. We just needed a little. Ain't it real diplomatic to share like that?" Mimsy jabbered on as he forced Nathan towards their table.

Tweek's body relaxed. Mimsy glanced over his shoulder at him.

"Thank you," he mouthed at him. Mimsy turned forward instantly, the tips of his ears burning pink.

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Nathan crumbled the blue cellophane and threw it on the table. He was upset, but Mimsy didn't know why. They got more than enough for their pool.

Maybe if his head wasn't so light and spinny, he could figure it out, but right now he felt as though his feet weren't even touching the ground. 

Tweek was so nice. He gave him his juice box. He shared the cellophane. He even said thank you for taking Nathan away to cool off. 

Tweek was wonderful.

"--msy?" 

Mimsy blinked. 

"Huh? Oh, yeah, what were ya sayin', Boss?"

Nathan pinched the bridge of his nose, pushing up his glasses. 

"I said we have to get those punk-ass jerks Jimmy, Timmy, and Tweek. We can't let them win!" Nathan picked up a pair of scissors and cut the crinkled cellophane to shape.

Mimsy twiddled his thumbs, taking a seat. "Do we have to? I don't think Tweek deserves us destroying his hard work."

Nathan paused and looked up. He fixed Mimsy with a look before he scowled.

"Mimsy, what do you care about that blond twitchy kid?" Nathan asked in a slow, careful tone.

Mimsy picked up a button he had painted to look like a life-ring and twisted it between his fingers. "Oh, well, ah...Tweek just..." He felt a silly smile grow on his face and couldn't make himself look up at his best friend as he continued, "He gives me butterflies, ya know, boss? In my tummy, and I just don't wanna cause him no trouble."

He didn't really want to cause Jimmy or Timmy trouble either, but Nathan had his heart set on being better than them, so Mimsy tagged along and helped him out however he could.

"Oh, for the love of..." Nathan dragged his hands down his face. "You know Tweek has a boyfriend, don't you? Shit those butterflies out already. You don't have a chance."

"I don't wanna chance." Mimsy picked up a lego brick and attached it to another brick. "Just knowing Tweek’s happy makes me happy. I wanna be his friend." 

Be his friend, sit together at lunch, even, hold his hand at recess a little, that's all Mimsy wanted. He just really, really wanted that wonderful person to like him and he didn't think ruining his project would make that dream come true.

"Mimsy, you have the brain of a chicken." Nathan shook his head.

"Ah, geez, thanks, boss." Mimsy smiled at him. Chickens are really smart. Their class watched a show on them once. Chickens can count and do basic math! Nathan was such a swell guy for using inside information to compliment him.

Nathan opened his mouth then shut it with a groan. "Just finish building the house and stop pining over Tweek. I'll come up with a plan in the meantime."

Though his stomach twisted with worry, Mimsy nodded. Nathan wouldn't steer him wrong, would he?

---

Lunch was sandwiches, a snack pack of chips, an apple or orange, and a drink. The adults ushered everyone out to another room to eat, so Tweek's group stood with Kenny and his siblings as they ate.

In the ten minutes since Karen started talking to Tweek, he was pretty sure he counted her take a breathless than fifteen times.

"Since it's a kitten's house," Karen explained, "it'll have a pen outside for mice she can eat anytime she wants and--"

"Karen," Kenny cut in, "looks like they're letting people have seconds. Go get some. Get me another too."

Karen looked at her half-eaten sandwich then back up. Kenny shooed her with his fingers and a nod. 

"Mom let us come for the free food, sis," Kenny reminded her, taking a big bite of his sandwich. "We'll put the extras in Kevin's bag."

"But, I was telling Tweek about our project." Karen sighed, but pushed her chair out anyway and headed back towards the serving table.

Jimmy laughed, slapping Tweek's shoulder. "Wow, I thought she would t-talk your ear off."

Tweek blew a breath out. "Thanks, dude.” He told Kenny. “She's really excited, huh?"

He raised a shoulder in a half shrug. "It gets her out of the house to play with glitter glue and stickers. Of course, she's excited. I don't think we'll win, but she's having fun, so it's ok by me if we lose."

From across the table, Kevin snorted. "We'd better win. Girls love being treated to a dipped cone," he muttered, more to himself than the conversation between the fourth graders. 

Kenny rolled his eyes as Karen came trotting back up. Chips and fruit ladened down her arms. Several sets of eyes from the nearby tables turned towards theirs when she dropped everything down with the thump of hard apples and oranges and the crinkles of plastic chip bags.

Karen beamed proudly at her plunder. "That nice old lady gave it to me when I told her my last name." She waved towards an elderly woman sitting behind the table. See Karen acknowledge her, the woman waved back before returning to her conversation.

Kenny's cheeks blushed red. He averted his eyes and pulled his hood strings a little. Even Kevin slumped down a little farther in his chair.

As is his nature, Jimmy quickly changed the subject before the heavy silence grew too awkward. 

"So, w-what else is everyone doing for their e-en-entries? Do you know? Colette is sitting next to us and is making a fairy castle. It's r-r-r-really neat!" Jimmy waved his hands out, drawing the attention to himself and shielding the McCormicks while Kevin unzipped his backpack.

"Yeah, um, oh!" Tweek moved his arms out as well, though not as wide. "Mimsy told me he and Nathan were making a summer house. Isn't that cool? Errr--It has a pool even."

"A pool?!" Karen gasped. She grabbed Kenny's arm and shook him. "Can ours have a pool? I know cats hate water, but I don't think this kitten would. It can be a special cat pool!"

"Huh? Yeah, sure, we can put fish stickers inside," Kenny replied without looking up from his and Kevin's work.

"I want the pool to have pink water," Karen continued, wrapping her arm around his. "It's fancy rose water. We have some extra paper flowers we can put around it, and we can even make an innertube floatie!"

"I bet you can make the best p-pool ever," Jimmy told her, finally lowering his arms to the table. "I think we have some extra pink plastic wrap you can use. If you make a paper c-c-cir-circle you can cover it for your pool."

Karen released Kenny's arm and darted around the table to squeeze in between Tweek and Jimmy, bombarding Jimmy with questions for more ideas. Feeling claustrophobic, Tweek slipped out of his seat. The instant he did, Karen plopped down. 

Kenny set a hand on Tweek's arm. "Thanks. I owe you one,” he whispered, his cheeks still tinged with the red of embarrassment. 

Before Tweek could reply, another hand grabbed his arm and pulled. He spun around to see Timmy staring at him with a determined expression. He tugged Tweek away to talk privately in the corner.

"I saw Nathan and Mimsy." He nodded towards the door to the other room. "They snuck back in."

"What?" Tweek squawked. He craned his head around to make sure no one heard him. "What?" He repeated, much quieter. "When? Should we tell an adult?"

Timmy shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe? Or..." He flashed a wicked smile, "we catch them."

"You want to sneak in there? How? You're not exactly..." He gestured to Timmy's wheelchair. 

Timmy frowned. "I am sneaky." 

"You are, but, eeer," Tweek chewed his lower lip. "There are too many people. We have to open the door completely to get you inside and..."

"You go!" Timmy rolled closer, pointing at Tweek’s chest. "You go in after Nathan."

"Why me? We should tell an adult." Tweek took a step away, but Timmy rolled his chair in front of him, blocking his path. 

"You go. In ten minutes, I will tell someone." He promised, crossing his heart with his finger.

Timmy had that determined look on his face. It was the same face he had when he argued with Cartman about changing his superhero from Iron Maiden to Doctor Timothy. Unless Tweek wanted to make a powerful enemy of Timmy, he had no choice.

"Alright, fine..." Tweek heaved a sigh. "We still need a distraction though."

Timmy smirked, wheeling himself back. "That is my job."

Before Tweek could stop him, he spun his chair around and surged it forward. In the middle of the room, he slammed the brakes to a stop and fell out onto the ground. He threw his arm up dramatically with an anguished cry that reminded Tweek a little too much of a soap opera character.

It took seconds for all the adults to gather upon Timmy.

 Tweek seized his moment and dashed towards the door. He slipped in and turned his eyes to a horrendous scene.

Drops of red, yellow, and blue paint rolled down half-finished walls and stained cuts of cardboard paper. Stickers had been ripped from the lego bricks on some and whole parts of the buildings taken away on others. Swear words were written along roofs in white glue. Glitter covered every surface.

And the end of the line of crafting carnage stood none other than Nathan himself, gluing marker caps to lego bricks with glitter glue.

"Hand me the buttons," Nathan held out his hand behind him without looking up. "We're going to put a big penis on this house. We'll use those stupid colored bushes as hair on the--"

"STOP!" Tweek shouted, rushing forward. He knew it was too late to save his or any of the other projects, but he had to try to save what was left!

With a rush of adrenaline, he dove at Nathan. Marker caps and buttons clattered across laminate as Nathan gasped and struggled under Tweek. 

Nathan smacked Tweek across the face with the back of his hand, but Tweek was able to pin one of Nathan's hands down by the wrist.

With a sneer, Nathan aimed the bottle of glue in his free hand at Tweek's face and squeezed. A line of liquid glue hit him right above the right eye.

Tweek recoiled back, desperately trying to wipe the glue away with his sleeve. Nathan shoved him off. He rolled back, knocking into another table. 

The folding table's leg gave way, dumping all the projects on it. Legos, stickers, paper, paintbrushes and shallow dishes of water all dropped to the floor. One of the houses hit Tweek on the top of the head. Stars swam across his vision.

"NO!" Nathan screamed. "My project!" 

Tweek looked to his side and saw the remains of a lego house with a styrofoam sun glued to the top. The house crushed a paper water bowl with blue cellophane inside and several palm trees made of construction paper.

"Why you!" Nathan snarled. "Mimsy, grab him! I'm going to put a bottle of glitter glue down his throat!"

Tweek tried to scramble to his feet, only to slip on the loose pieces. Mimsy loomed over him.

 There was no way out now. He was blocked by Nathan to his left, the other table to his front, the fallen table to his back and Mimsy to his right.

Tweek didn't think he would die today, but here he was about to meet the reaper.

 All in all, he had a good day up until all this started with Nathan. He and his friends had lots of fun building the lego house and adding the decorations. 

Too bad he couldn't say goodbye to everyone. Where were his parents supposed to find a new busboy on such short notice? Craig would be annoyed, too. They had a date planned for next week. 

Accepting his demise, Tweek clenched his eyes shut and waited...and waited...and waited, but nothing came. 

He opened his eyes to see Mimsy staring at him, face red and conflicted.

"Mimsy! Do as I say!" Nathan ordered.

"But, Boss! The butterflies," He whimpered as he grabbed at his shirt. "Can't we just go? Please?"

Nathan let out a cry of frustration. He set one foot on either side of Tweek before grabbing his chin. He held the glue up threateningly.

"If you're going to be useless, I'll do it myself," Nathan muttered.  

He squeezed Tweek's cheeks into a fish pucker, forcing them apart. Tweek gritted his teeth. 

A pair of hands fell on Nathan's shoulders. He blinked and looked up just in time for him to be thrown back into the opposite table. That one fell backwards with a crash, destroying all the defiled projects atop it.

Mimsy's lip quivered. "I asked ya to stop, Boss. I even said ‘please’..." 

As Mimsy wiped away tears on his arm, the door opened. 

"What is going on in here — Oh my Gosh!" One of the adults gaped at the scene. 

Nathan scrambled to his feet, jabbing a finger at Tweek. 

"He tried to come and break everyone's projects," He accused. "We came here to stop him from ruining everyone's fun. Tweek is a big cheater!"

"That's not--argh! That's not what happened!" Tweek countered though he didn't try to stand. His head hurt too much. Hopefully, his mom remembered to put the ice pack back in the freezer since Tweek smashed his elbow at the shop. Tweek was going to need it for the lump growing on the top of his head.

Slowly, adults and kids trickled in, looking on the destruction. Some of the younger kids started crying. A few of the adults already had phones out, preparing to call parents.

"Yes, it is, ma'am," Nathan said in his most sympathetic voice. "Tweek came in and was doing awfully naughty things to other people's projects. When Mimsy and I came in, he pushed me down.”

"No, he pushed me," Tweek snapped. "Please, Timmy! Timmy saw these two come in here, didn't you? Tell them!"

The adults turned to Timmy, who nodded once, glaring at Nathan. 

"See!" Tweek gestured. 

The adults still didn't look convinced. One walked right past Tweek to Nathan, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you hurt, sweetie?" She asked.

"A little bit, ma'am," he whimpered. “I have a scrape on my elbow. I might need stitches.”

"I'm telling the truth!" Tweek tried to stand, but the world spun too much for him to stay up.

Mimsy chewed his lip. His hands rubbed his stomach before he took a long, slow breath.

"Missum?" Mimsy tugged on the back of her shirt. "Nathan's lying. You see, we was gonna come in and ruin half of everyone's projects, so no one could tell we really were trying to ruin Tweek's teams, but Tweek came in, and Nathan pushed him and tried to put glue in his mouth. I’m the one who pushed Nathan."

Nathan growled. "Mimsy, you fucking traitor," He snapped. "See if I let you sit next to me at lunch now."

"Young man!" the adult gasped. "What did you just say?"

Nathan winced as he realized his mistake. She grabbed his shoulders and marched him towards the door. Mimsy twiddled his thumbs, uncertainly, before the adult yelled at him to follow her as well.

"Mimsy?" Tweek called. "That was really cool and brave of you. Thanks a lot."

Never before had Tweek seen a face light up as fast as Mimsy’s did at that moment. He giggled to himself before following after Nathan, almost skipping the whole way there.

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Tweek slumped down against the table. His head still hurt, but at least the room stayed still when he moved. Timmy patted his shoulder as Jimmy sat down across from them.

"Nathan's parents just came to drove him and M-M-M-Mimsy home. They're in big trouble for this. They have to p-pay for the house kits they broke and aren't allowed at any R-R-Red Cross events for a whole six months." Jimmy cocked his head to the side. "I just don't get it. Why would Nathan do something so mean and nasty?"

Timmy slapped his palm to his forehead and dragged his hand down his face. 

"He is a dick bag," Timmy reminded him. "Remember camp?"

"Those were all just unfortunate accidents," Jimmy countered. Timmy rolled his eyes and let the topic drop. 

"And, anyway, Tweek. How are you f-feeling?"

Tweek shook held his head. "I'll be ok. I'm just glad I'm not in trouble, too. It's too bad we couldn't win the prize, though. Did you hear what happened to the gift cards?"

Jimmy nodded. "Yeah, they decided to judge the ones left standing and pick a winner from those, but open the contest again in a month for everyone else who got their projects wrecked."

"Who won?" Timmy asked.

A smile spread on Jimmy's face. "Kenny and his brother and s-s-sis-sister," he explained. "I saw their finished Kitten Dream House, and it was c-cool and creative! Better than our silly g-g-gingerbread idea by a long shot."

"Will you join us for the next contest?" Timmy wanted to know from Tweek.

Tweek winced. "No, thank you. I'll play by myself at home where no one is going to try to make me eat glue."

"Ah, that's a s-stinky spirit to have," Jimmy chided.

After all that had happened today, Tweek didn't care one bit how his spirit smelled. 

If even a fraction of what Timmy said was true, then he had to be very careful until Nathan's anger cooled--or turned back towards Jimmy. Who knows how long that will take!

But if Nathan was upset with Tweek, he was positively pissed at Mimsy for betraying him. 

Tweek pursed his lips then nodded to himself. 

Monday at school he would ask Mimsy if he wanted to join his table for lunch. It was the least he could do. Besides, as far as Tweek was concerned, Mimsy deserved a much better friend than Nathan, and he was willing to step up and be that friend.

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AN: Shout out to my friend @najti-nightmare for help with the fic and title!