#i dont like how i drew cherrys smile :-/ but oh we

[angelfoodscake]

what if we were both outcasts and despite being complete opposites, we were drawn to eachother and bonded and eventually found true happiness and love

bonus . what will you do with them

[tiens-letters]

upon autumns day, where you and I met. upon autumns day where I remember all of what we were before youve passed. and upon autumns day would I have ever so slowly let go of that pain of the past

zhongli (angst)

@albeidoof its somewhere here hehehe

Time was a luxury. A treasure each and everything holds.

Yet time is a curse as well. It covets, devours and leaves. which humanity neglects to cherish until the heart ceases its steady rythmn, only then do they regret of the wasted minutes, hours and seconds.

Beneath the flow of the rushing waves of things that have come and gone. Only on this particular day would he sit beneath a certain tree. The rough bark brushing up against his back as leaves fell effortlessly to the ground, as if it were ready to let go of from the branches that gave birth to it, only to return once again to the waiting soil.

It was a sunny afternoon, clear of any clouds and only clear unblemished blue, a good time to enjoy a warm cup of tea yet there was no energy in his bones to even move from where he was.

He felt exhausted. Desultory even.

Gone were the halcyon days of the past, and now the present time of the vivid reality he had to face.

Morax, rex lapis, the geo archon. Names that weighted more than one could carry, memories that shackled his soul that lived for a thousand years on end, all but a stain that could never be washed away.

The breeze slowly danced in, playing with his hair softly, kissing his skin and welcoming him. It carried a hint of aromatic essence only he would know belongs to.

You.

He tried to desperately recount the days after youve left the face of the earth and yet he could not remember or did his mind not allow him to as if he did, it would bring him terrible and heavy consequences for an answer, one sane mind would never want to know.

Sighing, he sat back and recalled back the memories of you instead. When you were alive, warm and breathing in his arms. He remembers the way your eyes would shine brightly whenever he would be around, or the small sound of delight you would make when you have finished another one of the many interesting blends of tea youve done over the course of a week of mixing different flowers and tea leaves. Youve made up quite the fortune with this as your little hobby bloomed into a fully run business known across teyvat.

"Zhongli." he froze, youve never called him by his name ever since youve started getting close, it made him feal uneasy as he turned to look at you who stood by the doorway, a neutral look on your face.

"y-yes?" nervousness clawed at him as he racked his brain to what he couldve done for you to call his name like that, he couldnt think of any.

"I came back from the market and I heard youve made quite the generous payment. Why is that, I wonder?" he's done it again, that spending habit of his

"The price was reasonable for such a fine ceramic tea set, I dont seem to find why it shouldnt reflect its quality?" you sighed as you pointed towards the glass cupboard behind him

"You bought the same exact set a week ago, Zhongli. Thats why." having to realize his mistake after looking over the two identical set that on the shelf, he turned to apologize but only to see you missing from the doorway. Footsteps can be heard from the floorboards above him. You were upset.

After minutes of pacing in the living room, he finally mustered the courage to climb the stairs and enter your shared bedroom. A figure already under the sheets as the warm glow of the lamp illuminated your delicate features. The mattress sunk as he sat beside you, fingers brushing away the stray hair that fell on your face.

"Im still mad at you Zhongli." his hand flinched slightly at the way you called him

"I apologize. I seem to not have learned my lesson again. I would gladly return the set tomorrow."

"Its no use, they dont accept refunds." you replied without sparing a glance at him

"What can I do for you to forgive me then?"

"Just go to sleep, Zhongli." groaning you reached for the switch to shut the lamp off but a gentle grip stopped you, forcing you to look at his gloomy expression. Perhaps you went too far this time.

"Please stop calling me in that way. I dont like it." he whispers, drawing your palm to his lips, leaving small kisses upon it. He sure does know his way around your heart, no wonder why you could not stay mad at him.

"Just be mindful next time." you cursed yourself for being weak to his charms.

"I will." yet something was missing "Then can you call me as you did before?"

"Zhongli?" you could see the slight grimace in his face as you teased him

"Stop it." he kissed you without warning "Call me as you did before."

However, his lips didnt stop as they began to travel. From your cheeks to you forehead and then to your neck. Oh dear, he wasnt having any of your teasing.

"A-li." you giggled beneath him as he finally stopped and met your gaze

"Thats better."

He still remembers the faint smile that graced your lips whenever he would wake up next to you tangled in the same sheets. The softness of your skin on his calloused touch. Your lips melting his and your voice lulling his raging mind to peace.

Then everything changed when you drew blood that spilled from those lips he's kissed for a thousand times, painting a morbid image on the sheets. Anger and despair boiled inside of him once he learned of the secret youve kept. Zhongli was a calm and collected man all of the time except when he was with you.

Having to witness him at such a point felt as if his own spear was being driven right through his very chest. He held you in an arms width away, the panic and pain in his eyes increasing over the minute as he begged for you to explain why youve decided to lie about the flowers that bloomed in your lungs, the sickness youve inherited from your deceased mother, whose fate you soon would follow. You didnt want him to find out, not in this way.

He couldve done anything if he knew from the start but alas, you wanted to be cruel, thinking it was for the best. Until your symptoms persisted, a heavy reminder of the remaining distance of the string you have to walk on to reach the end. The heavy feeling in your chest started to worsen as cherry sweet liquid poured from your mouth.

Soon the once pristine sheets were stained in haunting crimson shades as you heaved and he watched in agony. If only he had the ability of what he once had back then, if only he could plant the seeds of the flowers from yours to his then he would, if only he hadnt met you one autumn evening

" please dont look at me like that. " you told him, cold hands caressing his cheeks, catching the streams of salty warm beads that fell freely from your darling's amber eyes.

"Im sorry. Im so sorry..." the last thing you wanted to see was this man to cry. The last thing you wanted to see was to see him relive the past tragic memories you promised to bring him out of

" my disease has nothing to do with you. In the end it was mine alone to handle. oh, you are far from that so please dont you ever blame yourself."

"How can I not? If I havent fallen so deep then you would experienced so much more in life, you couldve been happier if you met someone else. Yet you chose me and I couldnt give you anything, I--. " the words knotted up as he began to shake, hands holding yours as knuckles turned to white

You slapped him.

With all the strength youve gathered in that fading body of yours. The sound cutting the grieving sounds that spilled from him, soul and flesh alike.

"A-li, look at me. Do I look like someone whose unsatisfied with what youve given me? Did my smile ever fade when Im with you? Did your affections ever lack? Answer me." his watery gaze met yours, a torrent of emotions swimming in them

"No. Never." a soft smile was carved unto your lips

"My dear, youve given me all Ive ever wanted in this life and I regret nothing of it."

To him, you were the flower that bloomed at the highest peak of the mountain he's never reached and yet its petals voluntarily detached and fell down, making him the happiest as one thing he's admired was untouchable and now, lay softly in the palm of his hands. To cherish and to protect.

But of course, all things are evanescent.

The familiar feeling of soreness that wasnt supposed to be there rose, ebbed and flowed through his throat. He knew it all too well, it was after he woke from his week long slumber did he feel it along with what his ancient beating heart felt.

"You collapsed." the worried words of the qixing echoed in his head. He frantically got up but as soon as his feet touched the floor did his legs give out underneath him, what use was he in this sorry state. He was helped up and sat back on the edge of the bed.

He wanted to ask many things yet was unable to.

Ningguang spoke as if you were still breathing and was visiting her minutes ago with another one of your tea blends. "Dont worry and rest first, go to jueyun karst after. They will be waiting."

To where the adepti resides, who as well, favored you, that one soul among thousands of others. One to which they shared a few good memories with was allowed to slumber there in peace.

Zhongli found himself waking up to the sun setting in the horizon. Just like how youve gone and resurfaced back into his memories. It was time.

He stood up from where he sat, gloved hands brushing any dirt that clung to him as he made his way to where you slept.

The red bean that was planted by himself still remained, a token of his love for you. Picking one bead and placing it inside the hollow dice he brought along, completing another one of the similar handicraft he's made every visit.

The sun finally died and the moon began its reign. The small wisps of light gathered around before him, forming a blurry image.

It was then he felt at ease, he saw you smiling at him with all there is in the world. Your light seemed to dim a little, hinting the blessing the adepti gave was slowly diminishing. Soon your visits would cease and you were sure that by the end of the power spent, he wouldve let go of the torment that plagued him.

"A-li. Have you been well?" he knew what you meant

"Im letting go slowly my dear. Perhaps in time, I would learn breathe easily once again."

Longest yet lol. Hope yall liked it ehehe

[roseamongroses]

Antithesis (6): “...”

Summary: For their Junior project, Roman is unceremoniously paired with Dmitri.

He’s hardly interacted with the guy, a strange occurrence since Virgil has had a weird/unexplained hate-hate relationship with him since middle-school. But it isn’t like he’s complaining. Dmitri’s cute, he compliments Roman, and damn can he paint.So Roman may or may not catch feelings, and he may not be wiling to uncatch them anytime soon.–Dmitri returns the sentiment.

[General Warnings:] Misgendering, Past Misgendering, Past Bullying, Mild Sexual Content,  implied emotional abuse, Cursing [Tags/mood:] highschool au, project troupe, fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men [Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters] Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana)

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WhyHaventIFuckinBlockedYou: Dm you up for this weekend

WhyHaventIFuckinBlockedYou: Bro diane’s gunna be mad if you don’t

WhyHaventIFuckinBlockedYou: wow you really playing with fire

WhyHaventIFuckinBlockedYou: You still mad about that?

WhyHaventIFuckinBlockedYou:Fuck dude it's literally not that big of a deal??cmon it's not fun unless youre there to piss off

WhyHaventIFuckinBlockedYou: and dont just say it's cause youre stufying/ doing work cause thats bs, your just fcking around with that dude

WhyHaventIFuckinBlockedYou: it's been a straight up semester cmon

WhyHaventIFuckinBlockedYou: dmitri?

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Dmitri scanned the bustle of the afterschool crowd, the dismissal bell still ringing in his ears. With the grace one would expect from a gangly teen, he caught up to the flash of red as easy as one with expect. Only a couple people scowled.

“Roman,” He said breathless, slowing to match their pace, “You free for valentines?”

Roman shifted the bag on his shoulder, “It’s still January, Dee,” He said, bemused, but eyes tired.

“Uh, well,” He glanced away, “Are you free though?”

“Well perhaps if I ask my secretary to reschedule th-” He blinked hard, nearly stumbling into a kid lugging a trombone case, “Fuck, I forgot,”

Dmitri’s eyebrow’s drew together with a frown, “Forgot what?”

“I,” He winched, “I fuckin forgot, every year we take my Mom out to dinner for valentine’s day, “ he said, voice adopting a somber tone, “It’s her wedding anniversary and god-- I’m a dumbass how did I forget-- sorry.”

“Roman, you’re not a dumbass,” Dmitri said, “A dumbass sure, but not a dumbass,”

“That actually makes no sense, I applaud you,” Roman rolled his eyes, mouth still pinched. They stopped to sit on the short brick wall lining the sidewalks to the parking lot, so Roman can wait for his ride.

Roman took the chance to groan into his hands.

Glancing around to see no administrators around that would care about a little PDA, Dmitri draped his around around Roman’s shoulders, pulling him into his chest with little protest.

“Hey are you…?”

Roman voice was muffled, him refusing to look up.

“Roman you aren’t stupid,” Dmitri said, softer, “Roman,” he pushed back Roman’s hair, searching their face. Roman blinked fast, eyebags blending effortlessly into his makeup.

“I fuckin forgot Dee, how is that not stupid.” Roman said, sour, “First I mixed up the deadlines, and just had to slack off, and now I’m behind. To top it all off, I’m a shit son. ”

“You’re doing your best and your grades can afford a hit, ”

“I could do better though,” Roman stressed, looking increasingly desperate, “And I shouldn’t deal with hits, I never see Logan deal with-” He shut his mouth, eyes bright and wide, “Forget that, It’s nothing.”

Dmitri studied him, “You don’t think it's fair.”

“That’s, that’s--” Roman sputtered, “That’s not what I said Dee, it's fair, he’s earned it.”

“He has earned it,” Dmitri agreed, “That doesn’t mean you don’t want it too.”

Roman squinted at that, “Y’know, maybe you getting into philosophy wasn’t such a good idea,” He mumbled, “I expect kisses, not accurate call out posts.”

“So, I’m right?” Dmitri laughed, pinching Roman’s cheek, much to their distress, “You know, you both are in mostly the same classes, it wouldn’t be strange to ask him to help you out and vice versa?” he idly suggested, “Y’all both are ride and die, so it’d be mutually beneficial.”

Roman patted his face with a pout, “No,” he sniffed.

“Why not, you’re friends, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but he’s closer with Virgil then he is with me, “ Roman shrugged, “Otherwise I think we’d eat each other alive before sophomore year,” he then added, a bit quieter, “So I doubt he’d want to put up with me anymore then he has to.”

“I don’t think that’d be the case,” Dmitri said, “Teaching’s a form of studying, so It’s not like he’d be wasting time.” Someone shouted Roman’s name, and he looked up, finding Remy gesturing to the car that he assumed Virgil was already in. Roman shouldered his bag, “Maybe...I’ll talk to him,” He said, kissing Dmitri’s cheek and hopping to his feet.

“Oh and try to get some fucking rest,” Dmitri called out, grabbing his own keys.

“Sure, sure, sure, ” Roman called back with a wave.

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Theactualdragonthatistillhaventblocked: bitchhhhhhhh

Theactualdragonthatistillhaventblocked: wtf dmitri? Can you take that stick up your ass out for one second??it wasnt even about you??

Theactualdragonthatistillhaventblocked: everybody's so sensitive nowadays fuckin hell??dude you missed my birthday. It shouldn't be that deep we've been friends for years??

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Dmitri carefully gathered his freshly snipped roses into the vase, a small smile on his face. Roman had painted the vase earlier that week, the swirling blues and yellows of A Starry Night effortlessly covering up the vase’s cracked and abused exterior. All that was needed was the flowers, which Dmitri graciously volunteered.

He stood, tucking a smaller flower in his front pocket before brushing the dirt from his jeans As soon as he opened the screen door, he froze.

“Dmitri, get in here, we have company!” His aunt called from the other room. Sighing he readjusted the vase in his arms, thoughtlessly following her voice to the living room with a tight lipped smile.

His smile became painted as he realized who the company was, “Diana,” he greeted, her blue eyes narrowing on him pleasantly from behind her tea-cup.

“You didn’t tell me that red-head was Diana?” His aunt faux whispered, her hair piled limply on top of her head, lips a cherry red, and nails done, and she looked genuinely pleased to see him despite being covered in dirt and probably making tracks on her carpet. She must’ve made up with her boyfriend.

Diana batted her eyes pleasantly, “Oh he didn’t tell you?” She said, and his blood ran cold, “ We have a date today, but I guess he was embarrassed,” she leaned in close to hisaunt, “Afterall I had to make the plans, he is rather shy.” His aunt frowned at that, “Poor boy doesn’t have a proper father -figure,” she shook her head, “He was a… crier… when he was younger.” she finished, distaste clear.

It took more effort then he should’ve have to not retort with ‘he doesn’t have a proper mother figure,’ either, but he likes his evenings scream free.

Diana took that time to finish her tea cup, “But don’t worry ma’am, we’ll have a good time,” She stood, slinking to his side, too close for comfort, her arms linking with his.

“Hopefully not too good of a time,” His aunt winked, as Diana none too gently dragged him out the door. As soon as the door slammed behind him, Dmitri yanked his arm from her hold, readjusting his grip on the vase.

“What the fuck, Dmitri?” She spat, face inches from his, “You missed, my birthday, my birthday.”

“What do you want?” he said.

“I want a fuckin’ explaination,” She scowled, looking him up and down, “We want our friend back, not acting pissy and giving us the silent treatment of all things.”

“We?” Dmitri raised his eyebrow, “Nate isn’t even here.”

“Don’t be a smartass, he’s at work, I think. It's Nate, so who knows,” She flipped her hair, “Plus his heart’s too weak for direct action.”

“You mean invading my house?” Dmitri said, irritation rising, “Or perhaps your direct action was quite literally bullying Emile out of our school? You know, Emile who gave you his shoes because you stepped in dog shit, the Emile who baked us cookies for our birthdays? Ring a bell?”

“Your little girlfriend could never take a joke,” She scowled, before insisting, “It was just a joke!”

“It was not a joke,” Dmitri hissed, “You guys tried to fuck over him over for whatever god-awful reason and just laughed at the results.”

“Sure, fine, we’re bullies,” She shrugged, face pinched, “But you were there too, so pull that stick out your ass. You laughed when we laughed, hell, you don’t even defend yourself.”

“I-”

“‘I’ what? Sure you came out , introduced your little ‘boyfriend,” she bared her teeth, “But you still let that woman walk all over you, still smiled to our faces, then went to bitch about it elsewhere like we didn’t exist. You always fuckin cared more about little Emile, right? Right?” Diana’s voice was strangled, blinking rapidly, “Don't even bother to tell me to fuck off, just don’t. I get the message,”

She turned around, stiff, “You’re a two-faced bitch, Dmitri. ”

Dmitri didn’t say anything to that.

He never does.

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@ace-anx

[baekibi]

Jaehyun | Cherry Tree

Words: 2138

Written: a while ago lol

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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It was another of those boring days;

- you know those days where the only source of entertainment is drawing on your hand in black ink and conversing in sign language to your pals over at the other end of the classroom,, one of those days.

This day like any other was not passing very quickly, the heavy atmosphere of stressed and angsty teenagers was unpleasant and the temperature was above boiling, my head felt as if it was melting under the pressure of math.

I prayed the lesson would tick by swiftly, my pencil gripped tightly in my fist, my eyes swaying from the teacher to the clock, teacher to the clock, teacher to the- *brrr, brrr*

crap.

The familiar ring escaped my backpack, the sound whirring around the class making a public humiliation of myself. Eyes grasped shut, i gritted my teeth and bit my lip as silence struck through the whole room, even catching the teacher off guard completely.

I could feel the hundred eyes focused on me at this moment, including those of the piercing glare my teacher produced. "Kim Kyungha". The echo of his voice harpooned in my direction. The fear of opening my eyes now was a level I'd never felt, however I knew it was the only option I could take.

"I-I apologise, s-sir" I stuttered, trembling in my seat, my feet making rhythms as they tapped nervously on the ground below.

"Detention tonight, 5000 sentences." His sharp spoken words cut straight through me.

ugh. Second detention this week because I forgot to turn my phone off.

The first was for being two minutes late; but that was only a short 30 minutes detention now adding another... however long it will take to write that much.

I was used to detentions but never because I was particularly disruptive or a bad student~ usually just due to coincidences like my phone ringing during class or something as small as forgetting that one piece of homework. I usually used the time to continue some extra work which was handy but knowing it was detention seemed to make it more tense.

I reached inside my bag and almost crushed my phone with the rage that slowly brewed in my body, I took a peak at who had called to see it was my best friend Jaehyun.

One thing, he's in the same. Class.

And you know what's coincidental? He. Also. Has. A. Detention. Tonight.

I wanted to scream. I could see his plan from this moment, but the one question in my mind of wether or not I should snitch on him was the only thing that stopped me from letting go of my voice.

Instead I turned my back, where Jaehyun was sitting and sent him a glare of defeat and hurt to which he just giggled.

-

It was finally the end of the day, I walked over to my locker with Jaehyun who's was right next to my own. His arm was now bruised to a purple colour from my fist meeting his flesh at least ten times in the past thirty minutes for what he did during math.

He leant onto his locker next to mine, and faced me with a smirk. I carefully opened my locker, still eyeing on him. Once the door fully opened a few papers which I'd never saw before fell onto the floor below.

"You still haven't found out who's sending you those letters, have you?" He sighed, watching me gather them.

"What they said this time, eh?"

I mumbled to myself, flicking through the scattered sheets in my hand.

"Oh this is a new one" I hold it up to Jaehyun, displaying a really badly drawn kitten holding a piece of paper which read,

"You're perfect n cute n adorable n you mean so much to me. Don't ever let anyone tell you any different bc you're cute and deserve the world. I know you may be sick of these letters but think of it as a spark of confidence and support for your day and the challenges you decide to take. I hope you'll find out who sent you these letters one day and accept me, as I accept you. But for now I'll remain your secret admirer and as long as it doesn't scare you I'm happy to hide behind my messages to you. Have a nice day. Hope we can talk soon. xx"

I read it out clearly, Jaehyun following my finger along the paper as I drew strokes guiding me along each line.

I have to admit, the letters were cute and the badly drawn cat was even cuter. I wouldn't say they creep me out because it has never been anything scary or remarkably insane written on the papers like it's a stalker graphically describing how he or she is going to climb into my window and watch me as they order me to suck to their toes.

...like that would ever happen anyway...

"Well, does it ever weird you out?" He asked, sounding muffled in his tone.

I shook my head quickly, a smile even crossing my face as I recited the words on the note. It was quite encouraging actually.

"Well we got detention now, so hurry idiot" he straight up said beginning to walk, sliding his palms into his tailored trousers. His head turned to me as he walked, gently resting on his shoulder as he hurried me with his glances.

I ran after him willingly.

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I turned my phone on silent, but not don't disturb so I would still receive calls but instead they'd be a small buzz which the teacher wouldn't be able to hear.

It was just me and Jaehyun in the After school detention which I assumed is why he got me in trouble, so I could join him.

Just after spending approximately ten minutes in the detention classroom, I could feel a vibration at my feet which were leaning against my bag. Whilst the teacher wasn't looking I faked dropping my pen so I had the perfect excuse to bend down to look at my phone.

"Sir, can I please go to the restroom?" I heard the familiar voice of Jaehyuns speak abruptly, raising his hand.

"Sure. But be quick. You have five minutes."

Jaehyun stood and walked passed me, nudging my shoulder as he walked signalling me that he was obviously up to something.

I continued for my phone, noticing a message left by him. He must have did the same thing as me, to get to his phone.

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Jaebunny

I'll get us out of here ;)

Kyungha

Jae I stg DONT you dare-

Seen ✔

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I sighed at this moment, whatever Jaehyun was up to, I wasn't looking forward to it.

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Jaebunny

I'll be back in a minute, sir will be leaving the classroom in a second too, once he leaves I want you to run over to his desk and grab the keys.

Kyungha

Excuse me?

Jaebunny

Sweetie cakes just do as you're told

Seen ✔

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It had been about a minute since I'd left the chat, just as Jaehyun told me sir took a call and was immediately needed at the heads office.

"Kyungha, I'll have to leave you here alone for five minutes. Don't dare move and wait till I come back." He said as he stood nearing the door.

As he left the door slammed, I sensed whatever Jaehyun did was not good.

I could hear his screams in the hall as I assumed he ran into Jaehyun.

The muffled conversation was only just loud enough for me to make out, it's either this school has incredibly thin walls or Jaehyun is really being screamed at.

However I did what Jaehyun said to do, although my mind was hesitant my body seemed to take control.

I searched his desk and picked up the keys, as if perfect Jaehyun walked in at this exact moment.

"What the heck are you doing?" I shouted at him, to which he quickly shushed me, placing his hand on my lips.

He swiped the keys from my hand and locked the classroom door. Continuing over to the window, as he passed, grabbing my hand to take me with him.

"Come on." He guided me over, opened the window wide enough and edged me to jump out. Throwing the keys at the floor, he insisted I got out first. Luckily the classroom was on the first floor so it wasn't a long drop. For some reason I seemed to obey him. My hands moved on their own, gripping the sides of the window frame and launching myself over quickly followed by Jaehyun who shut the window on his way back.

"Why are we doing this? Can't we just ride out the detention? What did you do? Why has-" the questions flew out of me, making Jaehyun get slightly aggressive. He pushed me to the wall and clasped my mouth completely shut as he pressed his lips onto mine. A moment of silence fell upon us.

He was quick to move after he disconnected his plump flesh from mine. He looked straight into my eyes, I was now heavily breathing, my mouth dropping.

He reconnected his hand to mine and ran quickly in a direction I'd never gone before.

-

"What was that about?" I question out of the blue as we finally stop under a row of cherry blossom trees.

He didn't say a word but rather pinned me gently against the tree and repeated the kiss again, this time going deeper and lasting longer. I was shocked but I didn't want it to stop, something inside me clicked, I wanted this to happen and felt it had to. I began to participate in giving, making the kiss more heated and passionate. I could feel it making him happy as he smiled in between exchanges of tongue. His hands made their way from the tree to my waist, he held me tightly as I began to play with his hair.

But my questions hadn't changed. I was still curious and confused. So I stopped.

His face was now full of shock and disappointment that I had pulled back so soon.

"I still have my questions." I smirked.

"L-look I- I'm sorry something just came over me-" Jaehyun attempted to apologise. As much as I wanted to shut him up and kiss him again I had questions to ask.

"Why?"

"I- I don't know."

"You were the one sending me those letters weren't you?" I smiled, my hands still resting on his shoulders.

He slowly shook his head, now looking embarrassed at the grass beneath us.

I felt something crawl up my back, assuming it was Jaehyuns hand to which I soon found was a spider which had made its way from the tree, to me.

I jumped in shock, almost screaming as it stood on my shoulder. I dead ass karate chop the little shit off my shoulder, and continue by flailing my arms all over to assure it was off of me now.

"You okay?"

I was suddenly snapped back into reality. Remembering what the heck I was doing here and why.

"No. Don't ask me questions."

My statement didn't make any sense, making Jaehyun raise a brow.

"What exactly did you tell the principal?”

I asked, puzzled.

"Remember when He lashed out on our class mate yesterday during our exam?"

I nod. "Yeah and almost broke the poor kids phone?"

"I videoed it and showed it to the principal"

He confessed, now having the biggest grin on his face.

"He deserves it, people like him shouldn't be teaching."

-

We spoke a little more about what was going to happen when they go to school the next week, most likely they'd get even more detentions but at this point they didn't care.

-

"So how was it?" Jaehyun asked as he was about to let me go to my bus stop.

I glance quizzically. "How was what?"

He answered my question by kissing me on the cheek. To which I answered with a shrug.

"I-it wasn't good?" He said, stuttering as if he'd just been heart broken completely.

"I didn't say it was bad. Just next time don't do it after we've just escaped a building and possibly ruined someone's career." I say to which he nods agreeing,

"So... next time? Jaehyun inched.

"Next time. We'll go on a date and you'll kiss me in a proper place and ask me things properly."

"So its a date? Tomorrow. 12am. Be ready. Sweetie cakes." Jaehyun declared, passing me a grin flirtatiously.

I gently slapped his shoulder and continued to my bus stop as he watched. Giggling on the way home, I couldn't stop thinking about what just happened and I assumed neither could he.

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oof

Master list

[hyunnbinniee]

@outofexits hope you like it ❣

3:05 am

You sighed loudly as you threw yourself into the chair behind you earning some giggles and some eye rolls. You and your friend sat around Byounggon's living room, everyone on their phone. "Guuuyyysssssss. I'm bored." You groan, letting your head fall over the arm rest.

"Mee toooo." Jihoon chimed in, mimicking your movements. Junkyu sighed dramatically, throwing a hand over his head with a flourish.

"What do you guys want to do? Its literally 3 in the morning." Seunghun asked, not even bothering to look up from his phone.

"Something! This is one of the only times were all together! We gotta do something fun!" Jihoon exclaimed, before throwing himself back onto the couch.

"Well if you guys can find something, we will do it." Hun said, trying to avoid you all from whining your protests. Quickly you all grabbed your phones, trying to find something still open.

"The arcade? Like 2 minutes away?" "Closed at midnight."

"The karaoke bar?" "Closed at 3."

Hyunsuk watched as the three of you desperately tried to find something to do. He smiled fondly as you concentrated on your phone. Your eyebrow softly drew together, your tongue caught between your teeth. "I have an idea." He spoke up. Everyone's eyes turned to him. "It just opened up, like 2 days ago. But it's a 24 hour laser tag place. It's like a 15 minute walk, but its something." He says shrugging.

"HYUNSUK YOU'RE AMAZING!!!" Junkyu hollered. Hyunsuk shrugged once again. Jihoon jumped up from his seat, quickly searching for his shoes. He smiled widely, excited to get out of the house.

"Well Sukkie, you made someone happy." You commented, motioning towards Jihoon who was now bothering the older boys to get up. Hyunsuk felt his cheeks become warmer at the sound of his nickname falling from your lips. Oh how wished he could replace those words with his lips instead.

"HUN!! GON COME ON YOU GUYS SAID IF WE FIND A PLACE W-"

"Yes yes we're getting up Kyu." Gon simply commented, before standing from his chair. He stretched upwards before patting Kyu on the head. "Grab a jacket. It's cold." Everyone listened, and grabbed their jackets knowing Gon was probably right. You watched from across the room as Hyunsuk and Byounggon chatted about where the place was. You sighed. Why can't I just tell him I like him?

"Yeah why don't you tell him? It's hard to watch you look like a lost puppy." You turned to the voice, slapping a hand over your mouth. Doyoung and Yedam laughed at your expression. "Didnt mean to say that out loud?" Doyoung asked smugly. You shook your head, still not letting your hands fall from your mouth, afraid of what might pass them. "Just tell him. I promise you won't regret it." Doyoung winked at you, before dragging Yedam with him to the door. Your eyes darted over to where Hyunsuk stood, eyes already on you. He smiled, before walking over to you, eyes never leaving yours.

"Ready?"

~~~~~~

3:38 am

Arriving at the Laser Tag place, the boys began to immediately decide teams.

Team Gon: Jihoon, Yedam, Hyunsuk

Team Hun: Doyoung, Junkyu, You

You were soon fitted with your vest. You weren't sure how exactly it was supposed to work. Where does this strap go? Do these cross? You thought to yourself, your hands fumbling with the vest. Suddenly slender fingers gently pulled the straps from you. "Dont worry. I got it for you."

"Sukkie. You're always here to save the day. A true prince charming." You sigh, as he looks up at you through his eyelashes. You notice the way his lips form a lopsided grin, one side slightly higher than the other.

"As long as you're the princess, I'll be there." He states smugly. You felt the heat rush to your ears, and you knew your cheeks were probably being painted in different shades of pink. He chuckled before dropping his hands from your vest. It took everything in you not to kiss that stupid look off his face.

"PLAYERS GATHER AROUND!"

Hyunsuk took one step before looking at you once more. "See you out there Princess."

~~~~~~

The arena was pitch black and cold. That was the only thing you could think of. You wondered around alone, your teammates having left you as soon as the game started. You heard a few people giggling and quickly took off in the other direction. You definitely did not want to lose so soon in the game. You darted in a room when you heard a voice still behind you. You hid behind a pillar in the middle of the room and waited. You had your finger on the trigger, ready to fire if needed.

The door quietly swung open and closed again, a telltale sign someone was in there with you. The soft tap of shoes began to fill the quiet room. You felt your body stiffen, afraid of which boy was there with you.

You peered around the right of the pillar, and saw nothing. No one was there. You scratched your head, before going back to your original position.

Now you were fully aware there was someone next to you. You raised your gun, ready to shoot. "No no no!!!! Don't shoot!" Hyunsuk whispered, bringing both his arms up. You let out a breath you weren't sure when you started holding and placed a hand on your chest.

"God Suk you scared me." He smiled at how cute you looked when you were scared.

"What are you so scared of? It's just me." He whispered. His eyes watched your lips, as you licked them, about to reply.

"You could've been anyone else! I didnt want to lose so soon!" You whisper back. You leaned against the pillar, trying not to notice the way Suk was watching you. You could still feel his gaze, watching your every move.

"Are you happy it was me?" He asked, taking a step closer to you. You looked back at him, aware of the close proximity. You nodded, unable to speak of how shy you were becoming. "I'm glad I found you. Because I've been meaning to give you something." He says. A devious look dances in his eye, and you can't say you weren't intrigued.

He steps forward again, this time you take a step back pressing yourself against the wall. He placed a hand on the wall behind you, another hand landing on your waist.

You felt your breath hitch as he leaned forward. His lips ghosted over yours, not quiet touching them yet, just letting you feel the warmth radiating off of them. You moved forward slightly, trying to close the space, wanting to kiss him. He pulled away faintly and smirked. He still didnt try to close the space between the two of you. What a tease.

You didnt want to play this game. Instead you grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled him in for a kiss. The moment your lips touched, his hand on your waist tightened. You sighed into the kiss. His lips tasted like the cherry chapstick he used, the same one of he stole from you.

Your lips moved slowly, but intensely. Both of you dragging out the kiss, never wanting to lose the warmth of the other. He nipped at your bottom lip, wanting more of you. You parted your mouth from his, but not before he could capture your bottom lip between his teeth, releasing it with a soft pop. You breathlessly stared at him, your mind filled with nothing but thoughts of him. The way his lips moved expertly against yours. How plush they were. You had never felt something so soft.

DOO DOO DOOOO. A sad tune rung out.

Confused you looked around, not quiet grasping what just happened. Suk smiled deviously at you, before releasing you, and stepping away, his hand still grasping his gun. You looked down and noticed your vest unlit, meaning you were out.

He shot you.

You looked back up at Hyunsuk who had walked away. He opened the door and shot you one more glance.

"I'll see you later Princess."

[runephoenix6769]

Winter Schnee Head canon part 2 , younger years.

Winter Solstice. drabble, 

 Berdea Cid, (intro)

Fresh from being crowned the Atlesian fencing champion in 15 year and under category, with sash across her shoulder and trophy in hand, Winter Schnee had watched in slight confusion as her Father had berated her instructor of years, Violet.

He claimed her form had been sloppy, that she had taken too long vanquishing her opponents, what had he been paying for?

“But Father, I won!”  She had admonished, immediately regretting her momentary relapse in propriety as his eyes tightened and his mouth set into a grim line.

“That is neither here nor there. You missed opportunities and failed to take advantage of your opponent’s flaws!”

“But!” She began to protest.

“Enough!” He hissed, “Do I need to remind you that you are a representative of the Schnee Family name and shall behave as such! Now stand up straight!”

The hard edge to his voice had, like molten dust poured down her spine, made her instinctively correct her stance.

“Yes, Father.”

“You are a champion now! This is good for us.”

He had laid a firm hand on her shoulder and he had guided her towards the door and the waiting press, ever the proud parent, as the cameras had flashed and questions asked. The crowd had been far too big for a simple fencing tourney,

“What is next for you Miss Schnee?”

She hadn’t known what to say.

Her Father, ever used to the PR machine that surrounded the Family name, answered smoothly.

“Today, the eldest of my children,” He had pulled her to him, in an uncharacteristic one armed Fatherly hug, “Has done me proud. Never for a second did my faith in her winning today waver.”

The admission of approval had sparked something in her, if only she could savour this moment, somehow replicate it.

A journalist had pushed to the fore front,

“What do you say to those who stand opposed to your treatment of Faunus workers?”

Her Father had brushed off the comment with a chuckle,

“This is a sporting event, hardly a political rally. Now if you please, I would like to take my daughter home and celebrate our victory with the rest of the family!”

A shout came from the crowd,

“Murderer!”

He had remained composed as the crowd had jostled, the Schnee family security becoming tense,

“Now, now, I assure you, we at the Schnee Dust Company are doing all we can to save the lives of the trapped workers..”

The crowd had erupted, throwing projectiles and screaming obscenities. Winter and her Father had been ushered by their security into a nearby town car.

Once inside the car, his mood had soured. Pouring  a drink he had turned on the scroll, muttering about filthy animals as Lisa Lavender commented on the ruckus.

And just like that, Winter and her victory was forgotten.

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The family gathered round the long table in the cavernous dining hall. A rare occurrence but the occasion called for it as her younger sister with barely concealed excitement, waited as patiently as a 10 year old could on their birthday. 

Weiss’ and Whitleys eyes sparkled as the huge ornament cake, topped with an ballerina made of fondant on top, was wheeled into the room. The servants moved silently and Winter shivered, the fire in the monstrous hearth unable to heat the icy distance between her parents.

The candles on the cake lit, Weiss shifted excitedly in her seat, as Winter remained erect but eyes fixated on spot particular whorl in the cherry wood table. 

“Another glass of wine, Ma’am” 

Willow nodded, 

“Thankyou Klein.”

Jacques let out a scoff as the man servant began to decanter the Mistrali wine. 

Looking up at her sister, Winter offered a warm smile as the young girls eyes reflected the candle light a top the cake. If only she could keep her innocence a little longer. 

Her eyes darted to the side as she felt her mother,

“Jacques, I went to the office today.”

Winter held her breath, her heart thumping. As of late she had heard them arguing and the escalation to all out screaming matches, often resulting in her mother sobbing behind the doors of the conservatory had become more frequent. 

To her left, she felt her Father’s anger rolling off him like aura. 

“Oh really? Is that where you went?” He flippantly replied, “I assumed you had gone to meet the other useless socialite housewives.”

She felt her mother bristle. 

“I want you to reverse the new policies.”

Jacques let out a barking laugh. 

“Im serious Jacques. If my father was alive he would be appalled.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Winter witnessed as her fathers mustasch twitched at the corner in an evil smirk. 

Please, she thought, not today. Not on Weiss’ birthday. 

“Well, my dear, your father isnt here, is he! And I am the one out there making the decisions the company needs to in order to survive.”

“In the blood of those less fortunate?” Her mother spat. 

Weiss’ bottom lip began to tremble  and under the table Winter balled her fists. 

Her father preened, 

“It is how capitalism works my dear.��� 

Willow took a languied sip of her wine and Winter could feel the brewing storm. Whitley kicked his little legs against the chair. She watched as her mothers features drew up and down, her eyes becoming sorrowful. 

Please dont do it, Winter once again internally begged. 

Fingering the stem of her glass, Willow fixed Jacques with an almost mournful look. 

“Did you ever love me?”

Winter’s heart clinched as she watched her Father, his stare as cold as the Atleasian tundra, as he steepled his hands, leaning forward on his elbows as he replied, with callous indifference, 

“I only married you for the company and the name.”

Winter let out the shaky breath she was holding, watching as her mother’s face crumpled. the servants remained in the shadows. The silence broken by the crackling of the fire, as Willows quaking fingers rose to her lips. Her Father gave a wicked smirk. Willow let out a racking sob as she in one movement got up, fleeing the room. 

The candles on the cake, flickered and died

Whitley let out a howling bellow, Weiss eyes brimming with unshed tears. 

“Oh for gods sake, will someone see to that.” Jacques roared. 

A servant stepped forward, Winter moved, brushing off the offered help. 

“It’s ok.” She scooped Whitley up on her arms, “I shall see to him.” Offering out her other hand, she encouraged. “Come Weiss.”

The little girl scooted off her chair as quickly as she could, clutching her sisters hand like a lifeline. 

Clasping it, She led her siblings out the room, noticing just how tiny and frail her younger sister’s hand felt in her own. God, had she ever been that tiny. 

Quickly, she carried her younger brother and sister to her own room, attempting to sooth them as they fretted. Klein appeared, offering his help which she gladly accepted. 

“They can sleep in here tonight, stay with them until they are settled, I shall be back shortly.”

Swiftly she made her way through the hallways to the east wing, approaching her mothers door with trepidation, the sobs reaching her ears from beyond. 

Steeling herself, she knocked before silently entering, only to be met with the room in disarry. Her mother’s usually neat bun coming undone, her pretty features bloated and ruddy. 

“Mama,” Winter began.

Her Mother drew her into a hug. The mixture of perfume and alcohol burnt the teenagers nose, and she squeezed her eyes together so as not to cry. 

“Promise me dear sweet Winter, you must get away. “ Her mother tenderly stroked her face, “Promise me, you shall find a way to leave.”

Winter sniffled 

“Yes Mama”

“He wont let you go so easily.”

“I know Mama.” 

She helped her already unsteady Mother into her bed. Tucking the sheets around her. Leaving a kiss on her forehead. 

She heard her Mother mumble drunkenly as she dimmed the lights. 

“I am sorry.”

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CONVO BETWEEN WINTER AND HER NEW SWORDS MASTER, BERDIA CID.  ROUGH WORK

“I want to learn how to fight!”

“And why do you want to learn?”

“I want to leave!”

“And where would you go pampered little Schnee?”

“Atlas! I want to go to Atlas academy!”

“They will not accept you on fencing tourneys alone!”

“Well, how do I get there?”

“You must show that can defeat the most terrifying creatures,”

“What?Grimm?”

“No, your name! It will be your greatest weapon and your greatest weakness.”

“Once you leave these walls , no one will stand for you.  No one shall protect you against those that mean you harm. You are hated. They will say.. ‘Look at her with her money and her name, that is the only reason why she is here’. You must prove that you are the best and nothing but the best, with or without your heritage.”

“Stay here, where you are safe,”

“No!!!”

“what would you do!”

“I am more than a name!”

“Show me!”

  Berdea tells her that the only way to get noticed and to be considered for entry into any academy is by competing at a tourney against other kids from signal and other junior academies..  Kids who had trained with aura, some unlocked semblances. Kids with other styles and weapons, on different terrain and environments.. 

All which Winter lacks.. But she is determined to tread this path. If not for own sake, then for that of her siblings. 

She begins to practise summoning..

If you would like Willows pov , feel free check out Willow Schnee Theory in the tags. 

[all-the-k-pop]

Finding Myself - Min Yoongi

*series request*

Prologue  Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four [END]

Word Count: 1,834

Warnings: fluff (i dont really think thats a warning but oh well)

On the taxi ride back to the dorms, it was silent. Not a bad silence, more like a fulfilling silence. One of pleasure and warmth. You finally had each other and sometime within the silence, Yoongi had entangled your smaller hands into his larger ones. 

The taxi pulled up to the curb, and you opened the door to let Yoongi out, holding your hand out for him; skinny fingers on display waiting to be held.  

“나는 옷의 대부분을 포장. 어머니 야 수 배송 다른 모든 것 들 여기 곧,” Yoongi said sweetly from your mouth, as you pulled out the suitcase, immediately gravity pulled it down, and you let out a huff as Yoongi released girly, high pitched giggles. 

Namjoon grabbed another case, translating, “I packed most of your clothes. Your mother should be shipping everything else here soon.”

You laughed under your breath. ‘At least he knew that I need all my clothes,‘ you shook your head and lifted up the heavy case, since it had no wheels, you and Namjoon had to carry the two bags that felt like thousands of pounds.

Upon opening the dorm door, you and Namjoon fell inside the place that the seven boys called home. Hearing the crash from the bodies on the floor, the other five children ran to the opening of the entrance. 

There was shouts of rejoicing and words exchanged to Yoongi, and responses from your body. 

“Let’s get this switch back started, yeah?” Namjoon said in English, not bothering to translate to Korean, clearly tired from doing it non-stop.

“Yes, thank you,” you said in that deep and raspy voice, you couldn't wait to hear not coming from you. 

You and Yoongi sat on his bed, legs crossed and hands holding each other, laid on top of your knees. It was time to start the recited ritual, that was said in english, and had been memorized since childhood. Closing your eyes, you began to recite the words known in your heart: 

“Gods and Goddesses,” you and Yoongi started in unison, “please help me, we'd like to swap our bodies. Not just any person though, So please don't make the transition slow.”  You said each others names, “Yoongi/ (y/n) is the body I want to swap. When we switch, it might sound like a little pop. Make sure that it's done right, And try not to cause some fright, By swapping when we expect it. This might hurt a little bit. But I don't care, I just want to switch, Even though, I know it also may itch. So please help me swap my body, Your permission is the key. Please grant my wish, so mote it be.”

You both finished and sat in silence for a couple minutes. A couple minutes soon turned into half an hour. That soon turned into two hours.

In that time, you and him had both fallen asleep, like horses: sitting up. This brought you back to that dream, like the first time you had switched. 

You picked your head up. You were lying on the ground, like you had tripped, mud in your hair and on your right cheek. You pushed your upper body up ad dragged your knees to tuck them under your body. You rested your hands on your knees as you leaned back on the heels of your feet. The rain splashed onto your face, as you slowly raised your head to look at the darkening sky. You harshly rubbed the palms of your hands up and down your thighs, hoping you could get some warmth through your body. Slowly, the rain started coming to a stop, but it was still trickling. You reached up, and slicked your sopping, wet hair back, leaning your head back to do so. As you flicked away some of the water, you rolled your head back up to look at the tree. The beautiful, now drooping cherry blossom tree. Squinting your eyes, you noticed something under the tree; it looked to be a figure of some sort. You pushed on your knees to get the momentum you needed to stand up. Wobbily regaining your balance, you shielded your eyes from the still oncoming rain. You picked your left foot up and dragged your right foot following the left. Picking up the pace, you found yourself getting close and closer to the towering tree and the figure underneath it. You tell to your knees, your ankle twisting underneath the pressure mixing with the slippery mud. You were starting to give up hope on finally getting under the beautiful shelter of the blossom tree. Suddenly, you felt arms hook under the pits of your knees and an arm drape around your backside, causing your left arm to sling around the back of a neck. You reached your right arm to connect to your left, basically clinging to the figure for dear life. They carried you under the tree and set you down on the soft, dry ground. You left your arms around the neck, as their head drooped low. You scrunched your brows, looking at them. They let out a long, breath, sounding like a sigh of content. 

“Y/n,” they said as they reached the end of their sigh. You knew that voice. It sounded so familiar, but you couldn’t pinpoint it. 

“Yes?” you moved your left hand to caress their right cheek. They leaned their towards your hand, nuzzling into your palm. Lifting their head up, all you could see was beautiful dark orbs staring into your eyes, and you couldn’t see anything else before you were jolting awake with a pain in your right hip. 

You let go of Yoongi’s hands, as yours went straight to your hip. You grasped at the thin material of your blouse covering your right side. You looked up and saw Yoongi also grabbing his lower torso, but it was on his left side; almost like he was mirroring you. He looked up from his hands to meet your eyes; those eyes. They looked just like the ones in your dream. You both massaged your lower torsos, not breaking eye contact. 

As the pain soothed to a small tingle, Yoongi reached his left hand to touch your right cheek. You pushed your cheek into his palm just like the person in your dream did to you. 

“This seems familiar, no?” You smiled at him, laughing. He flashed his teeth at you for a split second before looking down. He somewhat understood what you had said, being surrounded by english speakers for a small time. 

“Yes, y/n,” he slowly replied, raising his head slowly to make eye contact with you again. “Can I - can I kiss you?” he drew out his words making sure he was saying the right things in english. 

You nodded your head at him as he pulled you in, with his hand on your cheek. He stopped when your faces were an inch apart. You glanced to his lips to his eyes. He did the same. Instantaneously, he snaked his left hand around your waist to your back, pulling you onto his lap. You were straddling him now, legs on each side of his, almost like you were sitting on your knees. He moved his left hand from your cheek to push back a strand of your hair, faces still an inch apart. 

Once he seemed satisfied with your hair out of the way, he put his hand back where it was and promptly brought your lips to his. The kiss was sudden and rushed at first, but it soon turned soft and smooth. His lips fit perfectly against yours, and you found your hands to rest on his shoulders, one wrapping around the back of his neck, playing with his hair. His hands tightened against your waist and face, feeling like a pinch. You flinched from him squeezing on your sensitive skin. He rapidly pulled away from your lips and gently let go of your face and waist. 

His head was hanging low, you remarked that there was something wetting your legs. You gazed at your thigh, as more little droplets appeared. He was silently crying. You lifted his head up by his chin, pinching it between your pointer finger and thumb, careful not to hurt him. You wiped his tears, but his eyes still hung low. You swooped down to meet his lips, and you pecked them. He looked up at you and pulled your head into the crook of his neck. You stayed there, cuddling, silence surrounding you. 

“I could not be happier meeting you,” you whispered to his back. He removed your head from his shoulder, looking at your face. 

“Copy...me.” Yoongi pointed to himself, “당신을 사랑해요.”

“당신을 사랑해요,” you were the one slowly imitating him. He picked up your left hand and kissed your ring finger, admiring you from your hand. Your cheeks flushed a light pink, and his lips curved into a small smile of admiration. 

In the end, you quickly became fluent in korean, being able to talk with all seven of the boys in their native language. Yoongi took a bit longer in learning english, but he did it; with help from you and Namjoon. Eventually, your mom had sent all of the stuff you needed to South Korea, and you called her at least once a week and skyped her at least once a month. 

“How is he?” she asked through the screen of your laptop.

“He’s fine mom. I seem to be helping him with a lot of stress relieving,” you explained to her. The boys were right; Yoongi was always stressed from work, but you seemed to relieve his stress at the end of the day.

She chuckled, “he sounds just like your father.” 

“I know mom,” you rubbed your belly, out of sight from the camera. She didn’t know just yet, considering you were only two months along, only Yoongi knew. You both planned on telling the boys soon, together on a special occasion. “Speak of the devil,” you looked off camera as Yoongi came into the room you shared. “Hey Yoongi,” he gave you a quick peck and turned his attention to your computer screen.

“Hello Ms. l/n,” he said in english to your mother. “Honey, we have to go to dinner with the boys,” he whispered in your ear.

“Okay,” you whispered back and patted his cheek, giving him a warming smile. “I’ll be down in a second,” you turned to your mom as Yoongi walked out the door, shooting you a wink. You laughed under your breath.

You and your mother exchanged goodbyes, and you got ready to go to dinner. 

You and Yoongi laughed with the boys throughout the dinner. Sharing memories and jokes. It was you and Yoongi’s two year anniversary of meeting and the other six people sitting at the table had no warning of what was about to come out of your mouth.

“Guys,” you held the conversation. “I’m pregnant.”

And that was it! Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did and stick around for some other series I write! Thank you for the support and you can send me asks or requests anytime! Much love <3 

~Moonlight

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The Inquisitive Snake - Jughead x Reader - Part 4

Anonymous said: hi i love the inquisitive snake please write more ps: i'm demi so thx for wrting somthing i dont have to transform while reading.

Part 1

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Masterlist

@idle-lanes @sgarrett49 @murderyoursoul @moonlight53

Music while writing: Cage the Elephant “Mess Around”,  Bloc Party “Banquet”, The Killers “All These Things That I’ve Done”, Rise Against “Savior”.

Y/N’s POV

I felt a slight tension between Archie and me.

"So what am I ordering?".

"Oh!" - it was as if he forgot that he came to the bar for drinks. "Um - a cosmo, a vodka cranberry, a water, and something that tastes sweet".

I gave a nod. "Is the something sweet for Betty?"

"Yeah. Have you met her?" - his question came out a bit as an interrogation.

I nodded. "Does she like soda?"

He nodded in reply.

I turned back to the bartender who had finally made his way back over from the other side of the bar.

"A cosmo, a vodka cranberry, a water, a cherry martinsen and a mojito". He gave a nod while Archie passed me a rather impressive looking credit card. "I've got my drink covered, thanks".

"It's alright...so how did you meet Jughead?". We were waiting on the drinks now but I could tell he just wanted to ask me more questions about Jughead.

“He comes in and draws sometimes when I’m painting”. My focus was on the bartender making the drinks, not really seeing Archie’s reaction to my words.

“Jughead draws?!?!”

I turned seeing a rather flabbergasted look upon Archie’s face. “I didn’t realize it was something he had hidden. He actually has quite the natural talent”.

The bartender set down the order of drinks down with a water bottle accompanied. I looked over to see Archie trying to grab the first 2 drinks.

“Do you want help?”. I just wanted the conversation to shift. He nodded. I gently put the water bottle in the crook of his elbow and grabbed the remaining glasses from the bar. “Lead the way”.

“Veronica said to look for them at a table”, he somewhat shouted back behind him.

I followed behind him until my eyes found a familiar beanie relaxing next to the beautiful blonde I had once seen before.

Jughead’s POV

I looked up to see my best friend being followed by Y/N - a little bit of a discouraged look on her face.

“Who’s this?”. In the natural tone that laid within Veronica Lodge - she began to make Y/N’s attendance more awkward for me. I forgot to tell them I had invited someone in our venture. I looked to see Y/N’s face drop slightly but she answered nonetheless with a slight wave.

“Y/N. I know Jughead from school”.

“Well come join us then!”, Kevin seemed quite excited to learn more about Southside High.

Archie slid in next to Kevin on one side of the rounded table while Y/N reluctantly sat next to me. She passed Betty a glass who had a questionable look on her face. I should have at least told Betty that Y/N was coming, yet I wanted to keep it to myself.

“It’s cherry brandy and coke. It’s sweet but will sneak up on you if you have a few”. Betty nodded while taking a sip and Y/N focused on the small straw that floated in her drink.

“What’s that?”. I was trying to relieve the tension.

“A mojito - rum, soda water, mint, sugar and lime juice”, she avoided my eyes.

“How do you know so much about drinks?”. Archie wasn’t giving her the stare of confusion anymore and seemed to generally want to know.

She gave a small smile. “My dad was a bartender. We always had cocktail books laying around and such”.

“Well it came in handy. Do you want to join us back out on the dance floor?”. Veronica had already downed about half of her rather pink drink and seemed to want to blow off some steam.

“Dancing really isn’t my th...”

“Nonesense! We got Jones out there earlier, we will force you out there too!”, Veronica was excited and gave Archie a look to get up.

Y/N finally met my eyes with a subtle look of both fear and anger behind them. “I uh...”

Archie, Kevin and Veronica were now hovering over the table - “I’m taking that as a yes! You too lovebirds!”. Veronica grasped Y/N’s hand and tugged her body up from sitting. Y/N turned back giving me a slight glare - I hadn’t seen her mad before.

Veronica swayed her hips against Archie, Kevin reached for Y/N’s hand bringing her out to the dance floor. She seemed uncomfortable - not that I wasn’t either. Betty moved my focus as she made me turn her with her hand. I looked back over and saw Y/N attempting to loosen up and dance to the music. Betty once again drew my attention by moving her hips and hands around me.

A few songs flew past and I looked back over to Y/N. She seemed to be having fun with Kevin - every once in a while they would whisper to each other and laugh a bit.

Then I saw someone’s hands sneak up behind her waist. She quickly turned around and pushed the guy off of her. Yet, the drunken mess came forward touching her hips again. She had an angered look, pushing him once again away and he gave a laugh.

“What’s wrong?”, Betty saw my eyes that drew to Y/N.

“Stay here”. But as the words dripped from my mouth, I saw Y/N reach for the guy’s collar bringing him down to her. She then put force behind the action of her foot that smashed on top of his. Her arm and a fist shifted back and she clocked the guy in the jaw. He fell back quite easily, landing on the floor. Y/N slightly shook her hand.

One of the bouncers that I saw before at the entrance made his way to Y/N before I could.

“That drunk idiot was groping me”, she slightly yelled at the bouncer and he took the guy who was now bleeding off of the floor. Shoving him back towards the club entrance.

Kevin was at Y/N’s side but seemed to have a somewhat shocked look on his face.

Without a thought, I grabbed Y/N’s hand - inspecting it. “Come on, let’s clean this up”. I turned to Kevin, “tell Betty we’re back at the table and not to worry”. Kevin gave a nod and made his way to Betty in the middle of the floor.

Still having her hand in mine, I dragged Y/N behind me. I went up to the bar and asked for a clean rag. I still hadn’t let go of her hand - something about the touch seemed to fit.

I made her sit down at the table we were at before, her eyes not meeting mine. I leaned down, cleaning the blood off of the reddened hand. 

“I can handle it myself”, her words came out with a grunt.

“From what I saw, you can handle yourself just fine”. I gave a smirk.

Her eyes finally lit up for the second time that night. “Yeah well, I do live in Southside. I may not be from there, but I know how to protect myself”. A small silence waved over the two of us as I finished cleaning her hand. She slightly shifted allowing me to sit next to her. Her eyes drew back to the dance floor. “Why didn’t you tell them I was coming?”

I didn’t have an answer that I wanted to say out loud and I wasn’t about to give her a lie either.

“Is it because of what I told you in the diner? Because look...if you don’t think your friends would get it or would just have the reaction that everyon...”

I cut her off, grasping her uninjured hand - “that’s not the reason honest”.

She had a confused look on her face but brought her hand back to her side. “By the way, I accidentally told Archie about you drawing. I didn’t realize it was something you were keeping to yourself”.

I leaned back in the rounded booth, looking up to the ceiling. “It’s fine. I’m just becoming a bit different and they don’t know as much anymore”. I sighed. “I don’t think they like my new life that much. I don’t tell them what they don’t want to know”.

“The Serpents you mean?”

I nodded. Somehow I felt that I could be my new self around her - without worry of any judgement. “I don’t think they would get it. I mean my friends are my family but so are the Serpents”.

She relaxed a bit, putting her feet up on the cushioned seating across from her. “I get that. I don’t tell Russ anything...”

“Russ?”

“My half brother. I live with him. He’d be pissed if he found out I was dealing with you guys...”

“I thought you lived with your dad...”. I asked slightly but liked the feeling of being associated with the Serpents with the term ‘you guys’.

She shook her head. “He died a few years ago. Anyway...shouldn’t you go back out there?”

“Dancing really isn’t my thing, remember?” I gave a slight chuckle.

She smiled in return. “Yeah well, I somehow got forced out there. But uh...Betty...”

“She’ll be fine”, I returned my focus back to the rum and coke that was almost gone - hers went to her drink. “So...Dadaism?”. And from there, our friendship that surrounded around art came back up. Neither of us went back to the dance floor that night.

[tellytantra]

He was restless. He was pacing up and down the room.He wiped of the small sweat beads from his forehead. Nd sat down holding his head. He ran into a flashback that he witnessed some moments before.And the cause for his trouble was...Anika...Nothing much... just that his sleeping hormones were awake. Wildly!......He went as Dadi called him nd the sight made his breath hitch in his throat. Oh! How breathtaking she looked!Ravishing! Her movements were cherry on the cake. How sexy she looked in that attire and her moves were so perfect. Ready to kill any man. And he was just so jealous on his own brother for looking at her. He gulped down the lump in his throat.Then he was taken off guard when she came and danced around him as if seducing him.He was having a tough time. Those few moments were enough to drive him crazy. Her scent still lingered around him. Her touch... gosh!! So heavenly!!He couldn't get out of this crap. Out of what he was feeling. And when he carried her to his room... how he wished he had laid her on the bed instead of throwing her onto the couch. And explored her instead of threatening her with a knife.He was even jealous of that knife. He wished he was in the place of that wretched knife. Her creamy skin tempted Shivaay to run his fingers over them and her red luscious lips invited him for a never ending kiss.'Gawdd!! I just wanted to Make her and Mark her as mine! Only mine!!' Shivaay thought."Anymore stunts like that... and not even i can predict what will happen" Shivaay muttered. As he rose from his bed she entered the room. She was still in those clothes.Shivaay was lost in her. She shut the door behind her."Vo..." she said stepping forward."What?""I want to change my clothes and Dadi said that i will find it in this room.""Yes.. come here." And with so much difficulty he went ahead and opened the closet for her. As he turned he fell on her as she was standing right behind him. Anika supported Shivaay. "Are u alright?!""Ye...yes.. .yes..." he stuttered. Nd he moved away controlling himself. "Dadi said that... we are husband and wife? Is it true?" She asked slowly taking out her clothes. Shivaay stopped and turned only to go crazy. Her curls were put in the front on both shoulders revealing her back clearly. The air tensed as he neared her.He snaked his hand around her waist nd pulled her close until her back pressed his chest. She gasped."Yes we are. And don't u think u r creating a tough time for ur husband?"He whispered in her ears. His lips brushed the sides of her neck and she clutched the dress tightly that she was holding."Wha..what do..u me...mean?!" She stuttered.He started drawing circles on her belly. He nuzzled her neck very slowly.. as if he was torturing her. Anika was out of her mind. She didn't know what to do."Oh common Anika.. stop acting now. I know u r a brilliant actress..but now i am in no mood for all this. U are driving me crazy Anika. Had any plans of killing me today?!""But.. but..but...""Shhh" he said as he turned her around and pressed his index finger on her trembling lips."U have tortured me enough wid this sexy attire u r wearing. Now i will torture u so much that u will really suffer a memory loss... and all u will remember is me and me only... Paanika... so r u ready?!" He smirked. Before she could say anything he crashed his lips on hers. Her orbs dilated and after a few moments she closed her eyes and started responding to his wild needs. He sucked her lower lip and she followed his pace. His need grew more. He bit her lower lip causing her to moan and he seized the opportunity and thrust his tongue deep into her. He explored every nook and corner. Anika didn't know what to do she just stood there and let him do. He bit her tongue so that she responds but all she did was let out a small yelp.He pulled back and both were breathing hard."Why aren't u responding?!" He asked between his gasps."I haven't kissed before.. I dont know what to do while kissing. I...i am not a cheapdi like u." She said it all in one breath. Shivaay's brows drew together and then he smiled at his wife's innocence."Well in that case I too have not kissed anyone with so much fire ever before."His answer shocked her to the core. "Matlab...aapne isse phle kisi aur kiss kiya hai Kya? Kaun? Kaun hai vo cheapdi ladki.. vo Tia thi kya? Usse main nahi chodungi."" arrey nahi baba..  Miss Reiki ko aaj tak maine cheek pe bhi kiss nahi kiya... toh u expect me to lip kiss her.. phir michmichi bajjayegi." Nd Shivaay chuckled, so did Anika."...and yess... i am kissing my wife. Not any random girl..so I am not a cheapde."A smile tugged at Anika's lips. Shivaay smiled wider seeing her blush."Tum phirse blush kar rahi ho." He leaned forward and whispered."Just follow what i am doing." He pulled back and winked. Anika was taken aback at his behaviour. This is not SSO... not one percent SSO. He held her face and the other hand cradled her head and dipped his head down for another passionate kiss.He let his hand roam over her body exploring every inch of her curves. Anika yanked him closer and hid her hands in his hairs. His hair was in a mess.They pulled away for air. He landed his forehead on her's as they panted heavily. Anika looked up at him and smiled and he returned her smile.Suddenly Her face expressions changed. "O bete ki!!" She said. Shivaay was confused."What?!""Aapke Baal... look what a mess i have made!!" She shrieked softly.Shivaay grinned and pulled her close."Aaj koi shikayat nahi... everything is fair in love and war... ye Baal kya cheez hai!"  He said and Anika's mouth hanged open as she received the third biggest shock today. "Anika..." he said softly. That bought her out of her reverie."Hmm..""U are so beautiful. And I want more of you. Wanna see you..explore You." He said as he placed his face at the crook of her neck. She clutched his shirt as he wet kissed her. "...and kiss u senseless." And he started his sweet torture from her jaw line till her upper bust. He swooped her in his arms and carried her to bed as they kissed. He laid her on the bed and got on top of her. "U know what... u were looking so hawtt today.. mujhe nahi pata tha ki u can look so damn hott!" He  whispered huskily and he kissed her cheeks.Anika turned a dark vermilion."So isse pehle u never felt that i am hott?!" She asked as she unbuttoned his vest and threw it off.He looked straight into her eye and smiled mischieviously. "Maybe no... cuz I don't check u out like u do." He said with a smirk.Her eyes grew wide and she frowned."I don't do that... I dont check you out." She defended herself."Oh really?! So what colour looks best on me... I mean in which i look so heroic?!""Ofcourse in jamun. As in wine. Well that colour suits u so much. U look really handsome in it." She said it with so much excitement. And Shivaay watched her amusedly. A curve formed in his lips as she appreciated his looks. He felt out of the world getting complimented by his wife. He leaned forward and her smile faded slowly."So who is actually checking out whom?!" And Anika facepalmed herself mentally. She was red in embarrassment. Shivaay chuckled."The truth is that u always look hot... beautiful... sexy... and gorgeous. Both in and out." She blushed and she smiled shyly. Nd u know what... I check u out more than u do...u can't imagine.. in what all thoughts u have put me in with ur breathtaking looks. U r a temptress and u don't even know that." He said huskily against her lips. Anika's face flushed at the thought of this statement. She looked up at Shivaay who was grinning like an idiot. "Looks like someone got it right. Huh?!" He teased. "Since U have got it right... I would like to demonstrate what u make me feel... and what i go through when i have to control my damn hormones."Before Anika could react he smashed his lips on hers. Anika gave in and kissed him back with equal passion and desire...after all she loved this man with all her heart. He moved to her chin then to her jaw line and to her neck. Placing kisses and sucking her. She pulled him closer and wandered her hands around his back.She leaned back giving him a better access to her neck. He moved his hands at the back of her and unbuttoned her top and stripped it off her. There she laid bare.Shivaay looked at her like she was a priced possession.Anika felt so shy that she tried covering herself but Shivaay held her hands halfway."U r soo damn beautiful." He exclaimed. Anika blushed hardly. Anika withdrawed her hands back and Shivaay just smiled at his beautiful and innocent wife. He leaned down and sovoured her peaks, leaving red marks. Her travelled down to her belly and placed kisses all over her. She moaned his name. He let his lips, tongue and hands roam around her body lazily. He bit her belly button and she screamed softly. Anika pulled him up and kissed him. He traced her lips with his tongue enjoying every bit of her. His body was designed with her nail marks. They took it to the peaks of ecstasy as they became one. They woke up entagled in each other's arms with a wide smile adorning their faces. "Good morning Mrs.SSO" greeted Shivaay with a small peck on her forehead."Good morning." She answered lazily as she nuzzled into his chest. "Looks like someone is still not out of last night." He teased by poking her nose."Shut up Bhagad billa. I am exhausted fulfilling your stupid desires. Now let me sleep." And she hugged him tight and closed her eyes.Shivaay chuckled..."Is it so?? Was it only mine?? But I remember last night...someone saying my name in every breath.. someone who was kissing me like there was no tomorrow..." At this Anika's eyes shot open to meet his. It was filled with embarrassment shy and a bit of anger.Shivaay smirked as he hit it right. Bullseye!"Sshiii...vaaa...yyy" He imitated her. And she goes red in embarrassment. "U r gonna so badly pay for this u 1008 Kanji aankhon wala Tadibaaz Bhagad Billa..." and she pounced on Shivaay hitting him.Shivaay caught her wrists and rolled over that she was below him.They were caught in an intense gaze."Stop teasing me like that and it was all because of u.." She pouted..."Really? How?""U were the one showering kisses on me and..." and she paused as she looked at his mischief filled eyes and a stupid smirk adding to it."I hate u Shivaay.." and she was about to hit him when she stopped midway listening to what he said."I hate u more Anika..."  and he kissed her. Afterall only Anika knew what Shivaay meant... Writer: Lucky Princess

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