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[ I WILL BE IN LOVE FOREVER CAUSE IM GONNA DIE TONIGHT ]

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[sunnyie-eve]

6 | Ritual

Series: Unexpected

Paring: (Matt Sturniolo x OFC Brock!) (Chris Sturniolo x OFC Brock!)

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

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Going back to the boys hotel room they sit to hear about the Elevator Ritual game but the brothers weren't that excited, "It's ritual time." Sam turns to them.

"Love the sound of that." Matt sighs.

"We're gonna do something we've never done before on this channel." Sam starts, "The Elevator Game." The three applaud, "You guys said you love elevators right?"

"I hate elevators." Matt says once again.

"Perfect." Sam tells him, "Which is interesting because for this ritual we need a singular volunteer." He adds and all the guys look at Matt so he agrees to do it.

"Don't forget about our deal Matt." Dani leans forward to look at him from the other side of Colby.

Sam goes on to explain the whole game and how it's supposed to work and what they have to do, "Chris, we'll have to get our licenses immediately." Nick speaks up.

"I know." Chris agrees, "I'm really considering who's going to do the laundry now." He adds.

"They're gonna just be twins after this." Colby jokes.

"I gotta remember free food." Matt tells himself.

"If she didn't would you still do it?" Chris asks him so Matt tells him he rather it be him then him or Nick.

"I feel like you'd just do better in the elevator than Chris would." Matt adds telling Nick and Chris agrees with that statement.

"He just knows you're the least fit for it." Nick adds and Chris still agrees to it.

Down in the lobby Matt says this will either make his fear of elevators ten times worse or ten times better to which Nick says it can't actually get better, #Welcometothechannel." Sam tells him.

"Are you going to say goodbye to your siblings? You might never see them again." Colby tells him so he and the others hug each other goodbye talking about things they want of his when he doesn't come back.

"Dude, I'm not dead yet."

As Matt and Sam get into the elevator the other wish them good luck and goodbye, "Oh right, I need photos for your prayer cards." Nick takes pics of Matt in the elevator.

"Best brother award goes to." Dani laughs.

"Alright, one two three. Please take us to another world."

"Bye bye, be safe guys." Dani waves so Matt does a little wave back as the doors close.

As the four wait for them to come back, Nick's EMF finally goes off as they walk around, "This thing is called the onvoy it's basically going to say yes or no." Colby pulls out the device but then another guest in the background startles him, "Gahh, that guy scared the fuck out of me."

"That haircut..." Nick says then covers him mouth as Colby and Chris laugh.

"Nick, it's super quiet in here." Dani's eyes widen.

"Sorry, that was terrible."

"So something has to physically touch it like that." Colby explains how it works.

"Are Sam and Matt going to make it back to us, do you think?" Chris asks the thing and it says yes right before the two come right back.

"You're done already?" Nick says surprised how fat it went.

"We only asked it one question." Colby tells the two.

"The one question I asked is, is Sam and Matt going to come back down." Chris tells them, "And it said yes and then it opened."

"Do you want to do it alone?" Sam asks Matt.

"I would-, I don't-, I'd have to write down the numbers..." Matt pulls out his phone.

"Seriously alone?" Dani asks shocked.

"What if you never come back Matt?" Chris asks him, "And you're fully alone in another world? Nick or Dani go with." He looks at the two.

"No," Nick walks away.

"I'm not." Chris makes clear.

Lady

"Dani, that's you." Sam laughs looking at her stare at the box in Matt's hand before the elevator opens by its self, "Oh my god! I guess that's a yes I'm going with."

"Guys? Is that a sigh we should do it one more time?" Sam asks the group.

"I say go for it." Chris looks at the two.

"That was so fast you have to." Colby tells them, "Plus you two attract ghosts." He adds, "The goal of the game is to get a lady to come right?" Colby asks then hear how that sound as everyone laughs. "Wait, wait, ahh please cut that." He turns the camera towards himself.

"Dude Dani..." Sam laughs.

"As in a ghost lady to step inside the elevator." Colby makes clear, "No funny business with sis." He looks at Matt giving him a certain look.

"Dude, there's a camera." Matt gets embarrassed.

"You guys are killing me. Let's get this over with." She claps her hands to go so they step into the elevator.

"Please take us to another world." They both say together.

"I may regret saying that but hey, see you guys later." Matt says as the doors start to close.

As the doors close Sam starts to crack up, "I can't believe you just let Dani go with him. You never leave her alone with any guys."

"I'm her older brother. I'm protective of her." Colby sighs as Sam keeps laughing.

"Not even me and I'm you're best friend." Sam points out.

"That's not entirely true."

While they make fun of Colby before starting to ask yes or no question, Matt and Dani hope no one will interrupt them because then they fail at the game. On the first floor they go to there was luckily nobody there.

"Next number is two." Matt look at his phone pressing the button while Dani held the box.

"So far off to a good start." Dani nods her head as they move to the next floor and there was nobody again so they go to the next floor.

"The thing that scares me the most about this is that the elevator is squeaking." Matt points out what Dani has been trying to ignore for the past couple of seconds.

"I've been trying not to pay attention to it and you have to point it out. It makes my anxiety want to act up badly." Dani plays with her fingers to calm her down as the doors open to show no one.

"You have bad anxiety too?" Matt asks pressing the next floor, "Mine gets so so bad at times." He tells her about his.

"I take meds for mine so that explains how bad mine is." She giggles.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." He sighs putting his head back.

"I literally said you couldn't pay me to do this yet here I am." They both laugh but suddenly stop.

"Oh my god that one I felt the drop."

They both stay quite for a few seconds till Dani realizes something, "Matt, we're not moving..."

[hwascripts]

What Izuku would be like in a relationship: The positive traits, the toxic traits, his love language, my own personal headcanons and an overall conclusion

WC: unknown

TW// POTENTIAL SPOILERS, No smut but Izuku is aged up, Toxic traits aren’t necessarily toxic...more so just bad traits, Teeny tiny little bit of angst, I think that’s it!

Masterlist

Disclaimer: I am in no way claiming the following headcanons are true. You are 100% free to disagree with me but please DO NOT send me hateful comments or asks. I am simply writing what I think Deku would be like in a relationship

a/n: Just to let you know, your nickname for him is Zuku just so you don’t think I kept spelling his name wrong.

-Deku is literally the kindest soul ever and it makes me want to cry. He’d give you his umbrella if you ever forgot yours, he’d literally carry you to first aid if you ever injure yourself- this man will legitimately do everything for you

-He’s incredibly observant. If he catches you looking at a pretty ring then he’ll literally show up at your door days later with that very same ring in his hands

“I saw you looking at it a few days ago and I wanted to surprise you!”

“Zuku baby oh my god how much did you spend?!”

“You don’t need to worry about it sunshine”

I wholeheartedly believe Izuku would call you his sunshine or something along those lines

-I have this one headcanon of him drawing you all the time as an excuse to “observe you and your quirk” but it’s really just because he wants to admire the way you shine underneath the sun- and that’s how he came up with the name Sunshine for you

-Deku has a heart of gold oh my god, this guy cares so much about you it’s unreal. Imagine trying to hide the fact that you’ve been crying while on a phone call- mission failed because he heard your shaky voice and now he’s on your doorstep with your favourite hoodie of his and your favourite snacks

-His memory is insanely good, like it’s freaky how good it is. Like you mentioned to him ONCE that you liked a certain drink and now he pulls up to your dates with that drink all the time (not like I’d complain if Deku brought me my favourite drink)

-Just like Bakugou, Deku is incredibly smart and he literally always comes up with a solution. You could literally vent to him about a problem you’re having at work and he’s come up with at least 73 solutions within 6 hours

-He’s determined and hardworking. Again, he’s just like Bakugou in the sense that he’ll put his blood, sweat and tears into whatever he’s doing- no matter if it’s a serious high stake mission or something like planning your weekly date. The second he puts his mind to something, he makes sure to give it his all.

-Izuku is your own personal cheerleader, this dude will hype you up no matter what. Training after work? he’s cheering for you. You completed a really difficult task? you better believe he’s gonna pat you on the back for it.

-He’s very protective of you. Remember when the LOV attacked the training camp and he rushed to find Kota? yeah he’s 10x more protective of you.

-And it’s not because he thinks you’re weak and can’t defend yourself, it’s because he genuinely worries about you all the time and just wants to make sure your always safe

-He’s an inspirational person, he makes you hella motivated to do even the most boring chores around the house

-Deku isn’t afraid to show his emotions. Unlike Bakugou, he’s often seen showing his emotions. Deku said “toxic masculinity who?”. He definitely gives 0 fucks if someone sees him crying/upset because I feel like Pro-Hero Deku would stop the stupid mindset of “Hero’s can’t show their genuine emotions”

-Izuku is the type of person to analyze all his losses, figure out what he did wrong and then learn from it to make sure he doesn’t make the same mistake again. He’s the complete opposite of Bakugou who gets bitter over his losses due to his superiority complex.

-He’s so good at comforting you that it’s unbelievable. Deku gives the warmest hugs that make you feel so safe- you literally cannot change my mind about this

-You know those hugs where the other person lightly rubs your back and lightly sways side to side with you? Yeah those are the hugs that Deku gives (he’d definitely give you a sweet little kiss on the forehead/cheek)

“Sunshine come here, let me hold you while you let out all your frustrations. I’ve got you, nothing can hurt you while you’re here with me”

-Can you tell I want some comforting Izuku hugs? He wouldn’t let go of you until he put a smile back on your face and GAHH oh my god I need Izuku hugs

-As much as I hate to do this, it needs to be done 😔✊🏻

-Izuku is such an over thinker, this guy worries about EVERYTHING under the sun. Your eyes didnt crinkle when you smiled? he’ll think you’re upset with him. You gave him a side hug rather than a normal hug? he’ll think he did something wrong.

-He’s self aware that he overthinks things but he just can’t seem to stop his thoughts. No matter how many times you reassure him that you aren’t upset with him, he’s subconsciously thinking about how to make it up to you

-He constantly pushes himself past his limits. You guys saw how many times he’s broken his bones. Deku may be intelligent but when it comes to his own self he can be completely hopeless

-The amount of times you’ve scolded him while you clean up his scrapes and cuts is insane. He just sits on the toilet lid and bites his lip nervously while you wave your finger angrily at him

“Sunshine please, I said I was sorry and that it won’t happen again!”

“Zuku you and I both know that’s a damn lie, I’ve had to patch you up 3 times this week! When are you going to start being more considerate of your limits?”

-I’m sorry but I picture him being so nervous to initiate anything with you. This guy would be so fidgety just by THINKING about holding your hand

-And deep down he knows he’s being ridiculous because come on, you’re his S/O and he’s been dating you for years now- why does he still get shaken up just by holding your hand?

-At first you think it’s cute, he’s just being respectful of your boundaries- but as time goes on you kind of get a little annoyed because he always asks you a bunch of times if you’re okay with him being affectionate.

“Zuku...sweetheart you know you don’t need to ask me a million times if I want to cuddle, right? I love cuddling with you!”

*cue sweating* “I’ll keep that in mind, Sunshine”

-He eventually gets a lot more comfortable with affection...more often than not you wake up with him nuzzled into your side like a cat

(Side note PLEASE wake him up with a bunch of kisses, he’ll literally melt)

-He’s very insecure about his scars because they make him feel like he’s “ugly” and sometimes he doesn’t even want you to look at them

-Do me a favour and please kiss along his scars/ trace them with your fingers while you compliment him- he’ll start crying because the scars he thought made him ugly are now starting to look beautiful to him

-This isn’t necessarily a toxic trait, more like a bad habit. Whenever Izuku gets stressed he’ll train himself to the brink of exhaustion just so he can try to focus on something other than how stressed he is

-Again, not a toxic trait but a bad one...Deku puts everyone else before himself. Which isn’t a bad thing if it’s done in a healthy amount, but Izuku goes to the extreme. I feel like he’d neglect his own needs just to satisfy everyone else and you’d have to intervene before it gets worse

“Sunshine I said I was fine, you don’t need to worry about me! Your Zuku is perfectly energized and ready to go”

“Zuku don’t lie to me, you know I can read you like a book. You’re coming with me and I’m putting you to bed”

-I hate to say it but this guy hates confrontation so much that sometimes he’ll suffer in silence for MONTHS before he even hints at being upset with something

-I honestly think your biggest argument with him would be about his lack of communication in terms of him not being completely honest about how he feels and he just breaks down-

-Like he has a really bad breakdown because he’s been bottling everything up for so long because he hates the idea of fighting with you.

-And now he’s sobbing because he’s so frustrated that he doesn’t know what else to do

-Anyways, the two of you just silently comfort each other until you’ve both calmed down enough to talk properly. This is the night Izuku finally starts opening up to you rather than bottling up every negative emotion he feels

-I honestly think his love language is a mixture of giving you gifts and words of praise

-He’s a little shy when it comes to showing you how he feels through affection, so giving you gifts and his praise get his point across

-He’s totally the type to send you cute messages throughout the day, send cute selfies when he misses you, or he just sends you a random bouquet of flowers because he saw them and thought of you

-Also the type of guy to have photos of the two of you displayed around his office. His most prized one being the photo of your first mission together

-Just warning you now that if you ever mention that your suit ripped or a certain item isn’t functioning properly then he’ll literally buy 10 replacements- each one better than the last

“Zuku I said that the sole of my BOOT ripped off, not my entire suit!”

“Well now you have 10 new upgraded suits to make sure it won’t happen again! Isn’t it great, Sunshine?”

(Someone take his credit card away from him)

I definitely think Izuku would be an amazing S/O! He’s caring, kind and comforting- and he does his very best to try and work on the bad habits he has.

Overall, I would say Izuku definitely would win a “S/O of the year award” (sorry Bakugou)

[youranxiousnerd]

The Field Trip Thoughts

Because there is a lot of them

Spoilers for HSMTMS Below

First off, Gina and Ej are adorable. I don’t ship Portwell romantically but I adore their friendship

I’m sorry Ej is the president of the AV club?!?!?! He’s been a part of the club for, what, like two weeks? Go big or go home I guess

I love Nini’s outfit

RICKY USE YOUR EYES!!!

i see that a common theme this season is Ricky not being able to see what is right in front of him. 

I know Ricky is going through stuff. I’m a firm supporter of the Ricky needs therapy campaign. 

Gp better be Ej’s contact name for Gina or I will riot

“Are you announcing the fall musical, I vote Dear Evan Hansen.” 

two evans and possibly a third #joeserafiniforevan

YA KOURT IS STILL ON COSTUME CREW WE STAN AN ACTOR/TECHIE

“SPEECH SPEECH”

i love dara’s laugh

“Can you not keep your phone on silent in rehearsal like everyone else?” “’Sorry, everyone’, is what Carlos would say if he were more like me.”

I smell tension. They seem kind of tense this episode. I don’t know where it came from, there wasn’t really any build up bc thats how seblos rolls. Like they were completely fine last episode. Maybe Seb is just fed up or something happened off screen?

im just happy we’re getting seblos content lmao

“Terrible line” 

“Oh my god is your phone hungry i don’t understand.”

In the “previously on HSMTMTS” segment in episode 5, Carlos mentioned he was slightly scared to be on stage. he seems so effing stressed and irritated this episode more than usual. Carlos for the love of god talk to your boyfriend and eat a snickers.

I think the North High stuff has gone to his head. 

GAHH SEB’S COSTUME

okay carlos honey i love you but how can do you know north high stole your beast mask because a bit of fur is sticking out of a trunk. they have fur too. 

guys look around the room first it could have fallen but nOoOo you assume they committed a felony right off the back.

“Let it go” the kids of east high did not in fact let it go.

I AM DIANE AND I LOVE NORTH HIGH

yes, bring the loudest kids in the school to go steal something, thats an excellent idea.

and bring the kid who cant lie for sh!t im talking about you seb

RICHARD BOWEN YOU DO NOT SCREAM YOUR SCHOOL NAME IN THE ENEMY SCHOOL WTF

Carlos looks so done with everyone I feel you man, i feel you

north high looks more like pottery barn than an actual high school. Seriously, who or what is funding this place?

Miss Jenn: tells the kids to let it go and not go steal the mask. 

Also Miss Jenn: goes to north high

GET AWAY FROM GINA YOU MFER

ej is wearing the gayest shirt in history how does that north high boy believe they’re dating

nice save, ej. 

the faking dating was one of the best scenes of the episode. 

AWWW EJ 

im so happy gina is finally getting the attention she deserves. like i said earlier, i dont ship portwell but gina needs friends and ashlyn and ej are some pretty good friends. they have her back and that’s what i think gina needs.

LILY IS EVIL BUT SHE LOOKS GOOD DOING IT

kourtney darling lower your voice youre on a heist not shopping for shoes

nini you have done nothing for this heist why are you here? 

for the record, i don’t hate nini, but shes probably one of my least favorite characters. i liked her in episode 6 and season 1 tho.

the main kids all share one braincell they didn’t check the box where they originally thought the mask was.

“I want one”

Wow, you guys got caught. Between the Wildcats, loud voices, and large crew I would have never guessed.

SEB’S FACE WHEN NORTH FINDS THEM IM DYING.

The aggressiveness of Antoine’s french is killing me. 

zacky roy what are you doing?

LILY AND THE FLASHLIGHT

carlos getting fired up

“fugly” dramatic gasp

“Oh yeah, what if we bop to the top” I HAVE WAITED 17 EPISODES FOR MEAN/AGGRESSIVE/ANGRY SEB IT WAS WORTH IT

GO OFFF SEBBY

carlos’ “honey calm tf down” face

“honey no” “honey yes”

East High is confused by a dance off (so am i) but then preform a musical number to save their teacher from getting fired complete with original a original song and dance 

“That’s weird even for me”

LILY DONT YOU EFFING DARE INSULT ASHLYN I WILL KILL YOU MYSELF

“She’s better than this” Next scene is Miss. Jenn dancing with the enemy

Around you is my least favorite song of the season. That being said, the singing is good

RICKY LOOK THE OTHER WAY

“Tom Holland on stilts” 

“That man is ridiculous and you should dump him and date me” ANTOINE THAT IS A HORRIBLE THING TO SAY BUT ITS SO FUNNY

i love antoine

dj antoine in the house!

“I knew you all didn’t like the Mob Song”

“What kind of budget” THANK YOU KOURTNEY

nini straight up said “see ya”

how is no one questioning why someone is in costume? didn’t lily say no costumes?

also how is howie beast playing guitar with those gloves?

YAY KOURTNEY

ANDREW BARTH FELDMAN EVERYONE

seb really said “go get em babe”

CARLOS POP OFF

i love how frankie was singing in his lower range or it was just autotune

ASHLYN I LOVE YOU YASSSSS

nice save, antoine. do i ship? idk, but it was cute.

mob song was good. the solos were pretty good as well as the dancing but the background track...not my style. it was enjoyable tho.

SALTY BIG RED

“No, Nini’s Rose Song.”

im so glad they addressed why the rose song cant be used. its a really good song and olivia sings it perfectly but it doesn’t make sense for the plot and you cant alter text.

“Ej you had one job”

nini really likes leaving

Zack you are an adult it is high school theater not the World Series

“it’s just a song, ricky” I think you kinda, ya know wasn’t “just a song”. Out of the Old wasn’t “just a song”. All I want wasn’t “just a song”. How is Rose Song any different?

gina and ej goofing off is awesome

seb and carlos being the theater dads watching over their children

ope- howie turn your phone off

carlos and seb really said “bye, have fun” THEY BOLTED

ummm...yeah

you can see how much howie regretted in that moment

“I’m Nina” ooo interesting is she going to go by Nina now?

Overall, I really enjoyed the episode. The stakes are high and I’m glad the other relationships are getting screen time. The balance was good this week, I wish it was like this every week. My only issue is how underdeveloped the plot was this episode, but beside that it was pretty good.

[ontowanderlust]

Erase., v.

[You have 1 message.]

Beeeeeeeep.

Heeeeey Miss Chips, guess who???? Okay so I probably gave myself away since I greeted you Miss Chips- I mean, I’m the only one who calls you that, right right?? You can not let anyone call you that but me!

Anyway, you’re probably wondering why I’m calling your house phone instead of your cell and you might be wondering why I’m calling you now when I know Savin must’ve told you about my disappearing act and knowing you, you’re probably-no- you’re definitely scouring the city trying to guess where I am. I know you’re worried and at the same time I think you’re cursing me in your head- gahh, I think my back hurts- ease up with the curses will ya?

I’m fine, not harmed nor kidnapped for a ransom and I- I’m actually waiting for you at the TV tower. Don’t worry, I’m still here so take your time. I’ll wait for you however long it takes.

*sighs shakily* I- you know, Miss Chips, sometimes I wonder if the flowers and applause I receive from my fans are really for me and not just made up thing brought by my evol. Sometimes I wonder...would they still like me even if I don’t possess my charm? Would you still like me even if I’m not Kiro the superstar?

Yeah you would, you told me that over and over that I lost count. And haaaah. You have no idea how much your words made my heart at ease. Because you know, the only person that matters to me is Miss Chips and only you, Miss Chips.

And so I made up my mind. When you get here, I’ll let you know about my retirement and I’ll promise that I’ll be fine- I need you to wait for me and I’ll tell you everything that’s happening.

Miss Chips, you won’t hate me right? Even- even if I- wait, I see you. Isn’t that great? I can see you all the way up here! Miss Chips look up! Ah wait, you won’t see me. You’re probably wondering how I can see you. Well, in the sea of thousands, I will always- always be able to find you, Miss Chips. And ooooh you’re that worried, huh. Don’t frown or else you’ll get frown lines in an early age! Okay okay- I’m sorry, you’re not old, and yes ma’am I’ll remember that.

I only have a few minutes before you reach the top so I better hurry up! I still need to figure out my pose when you get here! Uh... *heaves out a sigh*

Miss Chips, will you wait? Ahh, wrong wrong Kiro wrong thing to say!

Miss Chips, I think I’m gonna break one of my promises to you and I hope you find it in your heart to forgive your not so super- superhero Kiro.

*furiously typing in the background*

Miss Chips...

[Deleting message.]

...Goodbye.

[Message deleted.]

[You have 0 message.]

Beeeeeeeeep.

Okay so as you all can see from the photo, this was done in my phone so please forgive the rushed words and if the format is a bit messy, you know why! Lol. The reason I rushed this is because I had thought of an angst piece and I need to share my sufferings with you guys. I even had to stop typing in between cause the feels are just too much.  Oh! And I’ve hidden an easter egg somewhere in there. I borrowed a line from an anniversary PV soooo ^^

Right-o. I’m in the mood for some angst tonight and I picked Kiro because I was reading this analysis and it hurt me in the heart okay? Also, I really need to see more Kiro stans in my inbox or even Gavin and Lucien stans. Wherefore art thou, people??? 

Aight so update! I've linked all linking linkiness in the links. The analysis is there, the prompts link is there, and the masterlist link is there so yay for that. 

Send in some prompts! 

MLQC DICTIONARY; Masterlist

[melodiesofblueroses]

can u do Yuu and Ryo hc's (fluff) with a s/o who shows her love with drawings?? tysm and i tope you hace a nice day!

aww this was such a cute request! Thanks for requesting anon, and I hope you enjoy it! 

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♡ Yuu Mizuno

just how like Yuu loves to cook for you and prepare handmade lunches for the two of you, you like to show your affection through drawings

sometimes it could be a bit embarrassing to show affection out in public such as kisses on the cheek or hugs from behind, unlike Yuu who didn’t mind at all and initiated such acts of pda

drawings also worked well because to anyone else they may seem like nothing more than a bunch of scribbles, but they were more than that to the receiver

he could always tell that you poured your heart into each one, even if it was doodles such as hearts and whatnot

just the thought that you were thinking of him made them a symbol of your love

and he cherishes each and every one of your drawings

he’s got a whole box underneath a bed filled with your artwork, whether it be tiny doodles on a napkin from the cafeteria or a painted portrait from art class

Yuu also carries around one of your pieces with him everywhere, neatly folded in either his phone case or wallet

it was just a little something that reminded him of you, and every time he looked at it, Yuu never failed to smile

on days when he’s feeling down, he loves to go through your art and just admire them for some time, especially the details such as the brushstrokes, composition, or the little easter eggs you may have hidden throughout

he could feel your love for him radiate from the drawings, and sometimes all he needed was a reminder of that

one of his absolute favorite pieces was a doodle you passed to him one time in the middle of math class

the teacher was droning on about something the day before winter break, Yuu couldn’t really remember what, and he was playing with his my melody keychain that was attached to his house keys

no one was really paying any attention as everyone was waiting for the final bell to ring in order for break to start

someone had tapped him on the shoulder and slid him a flashcard with the words “from y/n” messily scrawled on top

when he turned it over, he swore he felt his heart jump

it was a small portrait of him dozing off in class, with sparkles and hearts and cute characters all around like a frame

it was a bit messy and nothing more than the outline of a finished piece, but nonetheless, Yuu loved it so much that he still carries it on him to this day

honestly considers it a bit of a good luck charm

“gahh! that biology test was so hard,” you sighed. “how’d you think you did Yuu?”

“hm? well~, I think that I aced it”

“really?! geez, I thought you didn’t like stuyding that much”

“I don’t, but it’s all thanks to my good luck charm~”

“oo, let me see it,” you said with awestruck eyes, completely oblivious to the fact that it was your drawing all along

“nope, it’s only for my viewing eyes”

“mean”

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✿ Ryo Nishimiya

he always knew that you liked art since he first met you in art class, which he was pushed into by the school counselor

you two sat next to each other, and you quickly took a liking to him, always trying to strike up a conversation which did annoy him at first (not that he would tell you that now)

however, you two chatted regularly throughout the semester, and before long, the two of you became friends which soon evolved into something more

during his time in art class, you always gave him some sort of drawing or doodle at the end of the week, which did confuse him, but Ryo also kept all of them stashed away in his room (he didn’t want to admit his crush on you)

when you two begin dating, the drawings become more frequent, almost a daily thing

more often than not, they were either portraits of him or involved little twin stars in some way, which always made him go bright red, especially if he was in school where someone might catch sight of it

one time when it was his birthday, you gifted him a large portrait of him that you had made during art club

it was an acrylic painting of him reading a book, and honestly, Ryo almost cried right then and there when he first saw it

he didn’t really know why, but every time he looked at one of your drawings, Ryo always felt himself go red and become more nervous and a bit of a stuttering mess

it was almost as if you created them specifically for him only with no one else in mind

as much as he hated to admit it, Ryo loved the feeling

it was like a reminder that you were his. you were actually his s/o, and no one else could have your love except him

Ryo was a bit curious as to why you always gave him drawings though, so he decides to ask you one day while you’re over his house

“oh...” the usual smile you had whenever you were around him fell and turned into a frown, and Ryo panicked a bit, wondering if he had said anything wrong. “if you don’t like them I can always stop-”

“no!” Ryo unconsciously shouted, immediately turning a bright red once he realized the outburst he had caused. “i-i mean, if you like doing them, then you don’t have to stop. I love them after all.” although the last sentence was muttered under his breath, you still heard it

grinning from ear-to-ear with a dust of pink on your cheeks, you responded “well, I just wanted to show you how much I adore you”

critical hit, instant k.o

Ryo was sure that he died in that moment

“h-how can you say that with such a straight face ?!!”

you made these to show your love? did he have to do something to show his affection too? but he was too embarrassed to do such a thing. gahh!! this was all so confusing,,but also he felt so warm on the inside?

from then on, Ryo made sure to appreciate all your drawings even more than before and to show his own form of affection more frequently

"oh-ho, what’s this?” one of his older sisters exclaimed, holding up a drawing of Ryo she had found underneath his bed

“h-hey, give that back!”

[yourfavmagicpiano]

Chapter Three: “Shock and Drop” part 5

(No POV

Arcee changes back into her bipedal form, gripping the railway lever and pulling as hard as she could. The tracks fidgeted with each pull, but wouldn’t change. She grit her teeth and gave another hard pull.

S N A P!

The lever broke off.

“SCRAP!” She yelled, throwing the lever aside. She would have to change the tracks manually.

She places herself down on the railway, attempting to push the track in place with her legs. The blue femme grunted, giving it everything she had while keeping an eye on the quickly approaching train. She growled, giving a hard kick.

CLICK!

The track FINALLY snapped into place. Arcee jumped off the tracks just in time for the train to pass her by. She sighed in relief, propping herself up with arm.

The scream of the insecticon immediately sent her back on the alert. She barely jumped out of the way in time, narrowly avoiding the beast crashing into her.

The tracks below her sparked with electricity. She looked down and smiled, forming a plan. She jumped to the opposite side of the platform as the injured insecticon. With its wing broken, it wouldn’t be able to fly to her.

“Come to mama...” She muttered as the beast stood back up. It slowly approached her before transforming to its bipedal mode and charging at her.

The blue femme leaked out of the way with a frown. Guess these things aren’t as dumb as they look. She shot at the beast, trying to lead it over the tracks.

She put some distance between her and the bug, standing over the electrical track. She continued to fire at it, silently praying it would take the bait.

The grotesque creature screamed, leaping forward towards her. Arcee leaped our of the way, letting it crash face first into the track.

The insecticon screamed, this time in agony, from the shock going through its body.

“Shock and Drop.” Arcee smirked as the beast went silent. “Thank Primus Knockout didn’t hear that. He’d never let me hear the end of it.” She sighed.

Speaking of Knockout, he had FINALLY gained up on Nightshade. The former Decepticon grabbed her ankles, tripping her. She hit the tracks with a thud, dropping the relic.

“HIJO DE PUTA!” She screamed, kicking him in the face.

“OW! WATCH THE FINISH!” He yelled back.

The two cybertronians stood up, rushing towards the relic and trying to shove eachother away. Knockout jumped forward and snatched the relic, gripping it tightly in his claws.

“Aww, trying to get a present for your girlfriend?” The seeker taunted, tackling Knockout.

“Jealous much?” He retorted, punching her in the face.

“GAHH! Is that anyway to treat a lady?!” She snarled.

“Since when were you a lady?”

Nightshade shrieked, grabbing his legs and pulling him towards her. “I’ll show YOU how much of a lady I can be!”

The red mech grunted, his grip on the relic loosening. In a ln act of desperation, he tossed it behind him. With his hands now free, he switched to his saw blade and slashed at her visor.

The femme gasped, letting go and stumbling back. “FOLLANDO CULO! Do you have ANY IDEA how hard it is to replace that?!” She three the shattered pieces of her visor aside, her red optics burning with hate.

“You scratch my paint, I scratch yours.” He chuckled. Knockout went to grab the relic, but it instead latched onto his arm. “What in the world?”

“WATCH OUT!”

“KNOCKOUT!”

The medic turned around at hearing the human children’s voices, only to watch their train pass right threw him.

“I...I think I just leaked a little transmission fluid...” He mumbled, standing in shock.

His thoughts were interrupted by Nightshade’s screams of agony as the train ran her over. Her armor was so horribly scratched that Knockout almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

The seeker desperately grabbed onto the rails, bringing the train to halt as she passed out.

“Knockout!” Miko jumped out of the train, turning to the red mech.

“Are you alright?” He leaned down to her.

“DUDE!” She excitedly exclaimed. “That was AWESOME!”

“Oh...well, that doesn’t answer my question, but thank you.” He chuckled.

Arcee rolled up behind him, transforming and standing by his side. “Looks like I missed all the action.”

“Considering there isn’t an overgrown insect at your heels, I’m sure you experienced plenty of action of your own.” Knockout teased, smiling at his team mate.

“How did you not get mashed?!” Jack exclaimed, gesturing to the unconscious Decepticon on the tracks.

“An excellent question, Jack. I’m not so sure myself.” Knockout looked over the relic on his arm.

“Phase shifter.” Arcee spoke up, phasinimg her arm through Knockout’s shoulder. “Handy when you need to pass through solid objects. Or vice versa.”

Knockout passes his hand through his own arm, completely amazed. “Trippy.” He remarked, stomping his foot on the ground. “AND intuitive! Proper grounding ensures it’s user won’t phase through the ground.” He smiled. “I’m keeping this, this is mine now.”

“Knockout, you can’t keep it.” Arcee put her hands on her hips, trying to hide her smile.

“Yes I can. I’m calling dibs on it.” He smiled back at her. “Dibs. Now it’s mine.” He said proudly, taking off the Pase Shifter to poke her forehead.

“NO ITS MINE!” The Decepticon femme screeched, wearily standing back up and pushing the train towards them. “HAND IT OVER NOW!”

“Sorry, I already called dibs.” Knockout calmly placed a hand on the train to bring it to a soft stop.

Arcee brought her guns up at the exhausted seeker, who grunted in response.

“Fine! You win this round! But you haven’t seen the last of me!” Nightshade shrieked, turning and running away from the group.

They watched her run away, only for Jack to break the silence with a sigh.

“He knows.” He told his Autobot partner. “Do we have to take him with us?”

“To the mothership?!” Vogel said nervously.

“I think I have a work around...” Miko said with a smile, pulling out her phone and dialing Agent Fowler.

“Clever girl.” Knockout hummed.

Miko explained the situation to Fowler before handing the phone to Vogel.

“Mr. Vogel,” Fowler sighed. “This is special Agent William Fowler of the United States Government. You are hereby deputized as an honorary agent of the Department of...um...Interstellar relations!”

A look of pride came over the construction worker’s face.

“Thank you, sir.” He spoke in a formal manner, handing the phone back to Miko. “So...you folks will be in touch?”

“Absa-freakin-lutley!” Miko smiled.

“Ah ah!” Arcee interjected. “But until then, we need to maintain complete radio silence.”

“It’s been an honor.” Vogel saluted her.

Arcee looked to Knockout. He gave a shrug and the pair saluted back before walking away with the kids.

“Good call, “Face”.” Jack teased.

“I understand big city people!” Miko said proudly. “...that spend WAAAY too much time below ground.” She added.

“One relic down, three to go.” Arcee turned to Knockout. “Let’s hope the others are having similar results.”

The two Autobots transformed, allowing their human companions a ride as they sped off.

((And that’s the end of Chapter 3! Thanks for reading. ❤️

[desteez]

Rollercoaster ~ ATEEZ Yunho

summary: it’s yunho’s birthday and to celebrate, he brings everyone to the amusement park. little do you know that he’s got a plan of his own.

words: 1.8k

note: hiii!! this is the first fic i’ve written like ever. if you read it, i’d really appreciate any feedback or criticism or even a “it was good/bad” cause i have no idea what my writing is like. if this flops…i’ll just assume it was bad 🙈 enjoy!!

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With one eye on your phone, and another on any flies that wandered too close, you sighed as you sat in the shade under the big blue umbrella. You hated amusement parks; the little kids running everywhere, the noisy yelling and screaming of teenagers, the hordes of people swarming here and there — and if that wasn’t enough to make you hate it here, the hair-raising thought of roller coasters and stomach dropping heights sure did. The last time you’d been to an amusement park was years ago. In fact, the only reason you were here today was because it was Yunho’s birthday and he’d wanted to celebrate it here with everyone and knowing how much you hated amusement parks, had practically begged you on his knees in front of everyone until you told him that you’d go. Which was why, you now sat alone at a bench with enough fries, pizzas, hot dogs, fried chicken, chips, lava cakes, and colas to feed a football team in front of you.

As you stuck another ketchup slathered fry in your mouth, you heard Wooyoung’s high piercing voice cut through the crowds of people before you saw him emerge with your other friends.

“Oh My God San, I can’t believe you actually did that??!?”

“Oh come on, I was just thirsty!” San exclaims as you see him flash his signature wink and dimpled smile at Wooyoung before coming to join you at the bench.

Wooyoung takes the seat next to you as he tells you with wide eyes, “Y/N! You won’t believe what San did when we were on the MX! He— “

“He pulled out his water bottle and was drinking water on a rollercoaster,” Yeosang cut in as he pushed Wooyoung over on the bench to sit in the seat in-between the two of you, aka the closest spot on the bench to the fried chicken.

“Ughh you make it sound as if it’s nothing.” Wooyoung rolls his eyes as he deftly snags the chicken leg Yeosang was reaching out for.

“Compared to other things he’s done. I’m surprised that you still get surprised every time he does something out of the ordinary!” Yunho playfully claps Wooyoung on the shoulder, laughing, before sitting down with Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Mingi, and Jongho.

“YesYes, our Sanie is a special one isn’t he,” you coo in San’s direction and get a smile and a vigorous nod back.

You sip on your cola and smile around your straw as you watch your friends laugh and tease each other. You’d known them for less than a year yet it seemed like forever ago when you first met them and they welcomed you into their large group. Your eyes wander across each of their faces feeling a warm smile spreading across your own until your eyes come to rest on Yunho. Yunho was staring off blankly into the distance and hadn’t eaten a bite of the food laid before him.

“Aren’t you hungry birthday boy?” You get no response and the others slowly quiet down to look over at Yunho.

“Yunho?” Hongjoong nudges Yunho’s shoulder with his own breaking the spell.

“Hu— Huh?” Yunho’s eyes flash back to the group and looks around. “Ah sorry, my mind was wandering.” He flashes a sheepish smile and meets your eyes. “Hey Y/N, don’t you want to at least try going on a roller coaster today?”

The onion ring that you were about to eat stopped an inch away as your mouth hung open, “I— I, not really?”

“Oh come on Y/N, it’s really fun and thrilling and not scary at all!” San says.

Yeosang laughs in the midst of eating his fifth chicken. “I don’t think you even know what _scary _means San.”

Yunho gets up and walks around the bench to stand behind you and grasps your arm. “Think of it as your birthday present to me! Let’s try the MX, even Mingi doesn’t think that one’s that bad.”

You look over at Mingi who chokes on his hot dog but gives you a weak smile and a thumbs up.

Looking at Yunho’s wide and inviting eyes, you just couldn’t say no. Sighing you get up from your seat and say, “Let’s get this over with”. The boys all cheer and shout drawing the eyes of passerby’s as you follow Yunho to the MX.

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“Is it really necessary that I try a roller coaster ride today?” You question as you and Yunho stand in line.

“Hmmm… Yes!” Yunho answers and you groan and crouch down. “Y/N, look we’re almost at the front and leaving now would be a pity since we’ve waited for so long.”

Truthfully, you did kind of want to try the rollercoaster and Yunho was right. Looking at how long the line was behind you, you didn’t bake in the sun standing in line for the last 7 minutes for nothing. And looking at the actual rollercoaster, it wasn’t that bad — it really didn’t look that high and you’d only counted 5 steep hills. Yunho helpfully hauls you up by the arm as the line starts moving again.

The two of you finally get to the front of the line and Yunho drags you to the very first cart.

“Ladies first,” he says and you enter first with a roll of your eyes as he takes the seat next to you.

As the voice over the speakers recites it’s safety guidelines Yunho reaches forward and pulls the bar towards the two of you, trapping you to your seat.

“Wa-wAiT,” you stutter, “tHAT’s aLL ThEre iS?” “Isn’t there supposed to be like something that goes over your head like a life vest so you don’t like…FLY OFF?”

Yunho laughs at the worried look on your face. “That’s all there is for this one! It’s part of the thrill of the MX, that there’s really almost nothing keeping you to your seat. Mingi had the exact same reaction you did!”

“Holy there’s no way this is safe! I can’t believe Ming-AHGHH,” you scream as the cart suddenly springs forward. You bring a hand to your mouth in embarrassment when the people behind you snicker. Yunho giggles too and takes your hand away from your mouth and places it on the bar as the cart begins it’s long upward climb.

“It’s really not that bad Y/N! I promise!” Yunho shoots you a smile and you don’t know if it’s the butterflies fluttering in your stomach or the adrenaline coursing through your veins or the fact that Yunho’s hand still warmly grasped yours where it was gripping the safety bar but the sound of your heart beating was too evident in your ears as you stared at Yunho’s smiling side profile.

When you thought about it now, the way you felt about Yunho was different then how you felt about the others. Sometimes you’d catch yourself following his every move with your eyes and he was the only one that could truly make your cheeks turn pink when he teased you. There’d always been … something more. Something that you never dared to think about cause the possibility of the unsaid “if” was dangerous.

Sighing you drag your eyes away from his face to look around only to do a double take at how high you guys were climbing. Your leg starts to bounce up and down in anxiousness as you spot the tiny little dot of the blue umbrella that you were sitting at only 10 minutes ago. Beside you, you hear Yunho take in a shaky and deep breath. “Ah, who’s the scaredy cat now?” You joke in an attempt to shake off the apprehension you were feeling as the cart was almost to the top. Yunho squirms in his seat but flashes you a quick smile. You smile a little to yourself thinking that even goofballs and thrill seekers like Yunho could get butterflies on roller coasters.

The cart stopped as the top was reached and because you were in the first cart, you hung a bit on the other side of the slope, giving you a perfect view of the almost 90 degrees drop to the ground.

Oh my god oh my god you start muttering to yourself as your hands clench around the safety bars. Yunho had moved his hand away and it now sat a few inches away. Would it be okay to grab his hand? you wondered. Why did the roller coaster feel so much higher up than it looked? It’d be over in no time wouldn’t it? The actual possibility of flying off the roller coaster had to be near impossible right? They wouldn’t have designed it this way if it weren’t safe …right?

Over the speakers the countdown to the drop begins and you start chanting oh my god oh my god louder.

5!…You were in no way physically or mentally prepared for the drop that was too come

4!…When you got off, you’d give Yunho his birthday punches right then and there

3!…He deserved that much and more for dragging you here

2!…Holy was there no way to stop this thing??

1!… You couldn’t believe you’d let someone like Yunho persuade you with his puppy-like ey—

“I LOVE YOU Y/N! WILL YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND”

“WHAIT WHAA-ASFAFNAGFAISUFHAFHO”

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As the cart returned back to its starting point you stare straight ahead till it comes to a stop. When the safety bar lifted, you immediately get out on shaky legs and start walking without waiting for Yunho. You couldn’t even remember what it felt like when the roller coaster finally sped down the incline and if you screamed or not. There was only one thing on your mind yet that too seemed a bit fuzzy.

There was no way you heard what you heard. You knew for sure he yelled something at the top before the drop. Gahh knowing him he’d probably proclaimed his love for all golden retrievers around the world. There was no way and no reason for him to have said what you thought he’d said, your ears were playing tricks on you and making you hear what you wanted to hear and you hated yourself for hoping that it wasn’t just your imagination.

You walk back to the blue umbrella with Yunho following closely behind. The others, oblivious to the war you were fighting in your head, were still loudly laughing and teasing each other but became quiet as the two of you approach. You sit down in your seat and casually reach for a fry as everyone looks back and forth between the two of you. Yunho slowly takes his seat too and you can feel his eyes burning into you, questioning why you walked off without him, but you can’t look at his face, you just can’t meet his gaze. Seonghwa lightly clears his throat and you can hear the gears in his mind overworking, trying to find something to say.

It’s Wooyoung who finally breaks the silence and pipes up looking straight at you.

“So, did you say yes??”

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… and then they lived happily ever after …

// by @esdblu | @desteez

{Masterlist All}

[wishingupontheskyandstars]

New little reylo modern au fanfic I posted last night... 😌

Title: Why Did We Break Up?

Side Note - There’s a happy ending, of course!

Rated M (Language and additional tags to be added later...)

Summary: Rey and Ben recently broke up but living in the same apartment building does not help them to move on...It helps them to find out why they decided to break up in the first place and realize how good things actually were between them.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22251973/chapters/53135227

A little note: This first chapter was inspired by a fanfic prompt via tumblr:

'we bumped into each other in the street and you were grinning like a cocky asshole the whole time so i stalked off only to realise i’m wearing your shirt'

I've wanted to write a reylo fic based on this prompt for the longest time. I might add other prompts to this story, so stay tuned. Post Tros, writing more reylo fic has definitely helped to cope. Also, it's helping to get me out of this bad case of writer's block I've been having for months. So, in advance, please excuse any typos because I really just want to write, and post as much as I can. So, anyway hope you like this and continue to read what comes next! And, thank you so much for just taking the time to read; it’s seriously always so appreciated :)

Chapter 1: Asshole

Rey's hand automatically went to her right side, to feel for...him. She opened her eyes to see the empty side of the bed. She sighed in frustration and laid on her back, looking at the tan-colored ceiling. The sun still had not peeked through her curtains so Rey knew she was up too early.

She rolled on her left side and reached for her cell phone on the nightstand. She squinted her eyes, rubbing at them, trying to wake up. After a few seconds, she finally saw the time was 5:25. She groaned with displeasure knowing she woke up much earlier than anticipated. She also didn't want to go back to sleep, just in case she slept through her alarm.

Rey covered her eyes with her arm and released a deep sigh. She knew she was going to get up in a few minutes but her mind went to Ben Solo, her ex-boyfriend of three days. They had been dating just a little over two years, about the same amount of time she and Rose had been living in this apartment. Rey put her arm over his pillow as if she could run her fingers through his dark silky hair.  

A few minutes later, the sun was rising, hitting Rey's curtains, making her open her eyes. "Okay, I can do this!" Rey pulled the covers off of her and started to get up. She sat at the edge of the bed, her feet touching the hardwood floor. She let out a yawn, stretching her arms over her head, back arched. She looked back at her phone which was next to her pillow. She leaned over to reach for it, her hand slightly touching the phone, but her head touched the pillow first and she laid on her stomach, closing her eyes, "Five more minutes..." she whispered.  

More than five minutes later, Rey's roommate, Rose Tico yelled, "Rey!" from outside her door. She knocked and knocked until the door finally opened and revealed a panicked Rey looking right at Rose, eyes enlarged.

“Shit!" Rey shouted as she ran toward their bathroom.

"Well, good morning to you too!" Rose said quickly as she followed Rey.

Rey opened the bathroom door and said over her shoulder, "Sorry, Rose! I can't believe I overslept ahh!"

Rose approached the bathroom, the door slightly ajar, and could hear the water turning on. She could hear the shower curtain moving to one side, then back. Rose crossed her arms, "I knew something was wrong when the smell of coffee didn't wake me up. I've gotten used to that alarm clock."

Rey laughed, "What a way to start the week huh?"

"Yeah, Mondays are the worst!" Rose said in agreement. "Did you want me to make coffee? I have the afternoon shift this week so I—"

"It's okay Rose! I'm just going to grab something at the corner café, thanks though!"

"Okay..." Rose checked her watch and said, "It's ten after 7, Rey..."

"Oh my God! Why is the time going by so fucking fast?!"

Rose laughed, "I'd like to know that too! See you later then, Rey."

In the shower, Rey was rinsing her hair when she barely could hear Rose and said, "Okay!" Rey closed her eyes, making sure she didn't get any shampoo in her eyes; that's something else she didn't need this morning.

Minutes later, Rey walked outside her apartment building, the sun shining brightly in her direction. She breathed the air in, taking the warm sun hitting her face. She turned briefly, feeling the sun touch her wet messy bun then started to walk. Rey could feel it was going to be another crisp autumn day in New Republic City. It was a huge metropolis filled with different boroughs and neighborhoods. Rey first came to the city when she started University. That was seven years ago and she still had not been to all the neighborhoods.

Rey was half a block away from the corner café to get a quick coffee before the ten-minute drive to Takodana when she saw Ben walk outside of the corner café, walking her way. She gasped without meaning to. She had been thinking of him but seeing him made her heart beat a little faster.

Ben Solo took a sip of his coffee then instantly found Rey's intense stare. He swallowed, thankful his coffee didn't go another way due to being taken back at seeing his ex-girlfriend so soon. He was going to say something but his eyes looked quickly at her shirt, then back into her eyes. He immediately grinned, satisfied at what he saw.

Rey was surprised that Ben had a fucking grin. She narrowed her eyes, "Ben," she simply said as they were passing each other.

Ben nodded and said in return, "Rey." His voice sounded so familiar, gentle, and deep. Rey would not admit it but she missed his damn voice. She shook her head and was about to say something else when she noticed his grin was not going away.

Rey scoffed, walked away, and abruptly stopped as she swore she heard him chuckle. She would not look back, nope she told herself. She looked down and instantly found why he grinned, "Fuck!" She said a little too loudly. A mother with her young daughter was walking by her just then and she received a dark glare from the mother. Rey shrugged and mouthed sorry to her, not receiving a second glance. Rey shrugged and looked back at her shirt, underneath her black blazer. She was wearing his shirt! His fucking shirt. In the rush to get ready, instead of putting on a solid gray shirt she accidentally put on his gray shirt with the name of his favorite band: The Knights of Ren. Rey shook her head and looked back toward the apartment, Ben nowhere in sight. She looked away and sighed, hating that he grinned like the cocky asshole he is! "Gahh!" Rey shook her head in frustration. It was too late to change now. Rey looked at her phone, cursed again, and walked the last couple of steps toward the café.

[mx-ishikawa]

F/O February Day 1: Reverse Self Ship

welcome to F/O February y’all!! :D for this prompt, I decided to do a little drabble! because I felt it would be easier to explain that way XD” honestly the reverse selfship AU is so good??? so here’s my contribution for today! XD (warning for brief mentions of self-harm and other injuries, other than that this should be a perfectly safe read!)

           “Rex Rex Rex! It’s on!! Quick, we gotta catch it!!!”

           “Okay Emmet, I’m coming, jeez!”

           Rex hoisted himself off his bed with a low grunt as Emmet scurried to the living room couch. He knew how excited his brother got over his favorite show. Four years ago, popular sitcom Where Are My Pants? had been his all-time favorite television series, but then his heart was stolen by a quirky cartoon called Light in the Darkness that he stumbled upon by chance. The show followed an adventurous, tomboyish young woman dubbed Light and her interactions in the secret world of monsters of all kinds, fighting the evil ones and befriending the good ones. There was quite an uproar within the fandom when the titular lead came out as agender a year before, and quite a bit of discourse since she still considered herself female in a vaguer sense. But none of that mattered to Emmet. He loved the character for her personality, and couldn’t care less about her gender or lack thereof.

           Oh, he loved her alright… his Tumblr was filled with screenshots and fanart of Light, he had all the merch of her he could afford, he even had a plush of her, which he was currently holding in his arms. He was immediately attached to her as soon as he got into the series; at first he thought she was just a comfort character, but before long, he realized he was actually flat-out in love with her. He had always gushed about her, and occasionally other characters, to Rex, and constantly pushed him to watch it. Rex always listened to Emmet’s gushing and supported his love for the character, but for the longest time, he didn’t get around to watching it. He was in a terrible mental place at the time; he engaged in risky and destructive habits, he drank, he smoked, he self-harmed, he got in trouble with the law, and developed other unhealthy coping mechanisms for his insecurities and mental issues. He was a troubled soul who was paranoid that their mutual circle of friends hated him and that he’d never be good enough for anyone. He distanced himself from everyone he loved—even his dear brother Emmet, with whom he had always been joined at the hip before. It was only when he got involved in a reckless motorcycle accident after an argument with Emmet that Rex realized just how much danger he was putting himself in, and how much he was worrying his brother. After that, he vowed to better himself and get some help. He also moved in with Emmet as his insistence, saying he wouldn’t worry as much and that he could help Rex get on track. That turned out to work like a charm, and he was happier than he’d been in a long time ever since.

           It was only then that he was finally able to watch an episode of his brother’s favorite show with him. He didn’t know exactly what he was expecting from the cartoon, but it certainly surpassed whatever those expectations were. Rex was surprised that Light in the Darkness contained more adult-oriented humor, as Emmet typically didn’t watch those kinds of shows. And he also understood why Emmet loved Light so much—she was a goofy, funny, charming, kind, and humble hero who knew what it was like to feel like a nobody or that you’d never be good enough. It also happened to be an episode in which Light tried to talk to and reform one of the main villains, and she gave a clumsy but convincing speech about how she could relate to the villains struggles, but wished he would handle them in a way that benefited both parties. Rex didn’t want to admit it, but that damn speech pulled at his heartstrings. And by the end of the episode, Rex found himself smitten with Light as well. At first he tried to hide his feelings from Emmet, thinking he would be angry with him for encroaching on his selfship. But Emmet did find out eventually—and he was ecstatic. He was beyond happy to share her with his brother, as that meant they could gush about her to each other more often, and soon the brothers agreed that Light had enough room in her heart for the both of them. After coming to that conclusion, they created their own self-shipping sideblog that they co-modded together.

           Now Emmet wasn’t exactly the creative type, and sometimes he was jealous of all the great artists and writers within the community, but he did enjoy remaking the three of them in Picrews and other character customization games. He also gushed about Light a lot, using lots of capitals, exclamation points, and heart emojis in said gushes. Rex, on the other hand, was beginning to dabble in photo editing, so he took a screenshot of Light and Photoshopped her into a picture of him and Emmet, among other such edits. He gushed about her too, of course, but his were more straightforward and consistent to whatever specific quality of hers he was talking about, with less weird emojis.

           Neither of them told anybody in their respective workplaces about their love. Emmet tried way too hard to fit in and was already seen as weird despite that; he didn’t want to add onto that as a grown man who was hopelessly in love with a cartoon character. Meanwhile Rex didn’t give a damn about fitting in or what his coworkers thought of him, he just wasn’t the type to open up to people he didn’t know well enough. However, their mutual circle of friends knew very well about their selfships with Light, and they all shipped them. Their best friend Lucy had even created a few artworks of the three of them, which they both proudly displayed on their blog (with proper credit, of course). They had been doing this for almost a year, and at this point they were perfectly content opting out dating real people in favor of shipping themselves with a fictional character.

           “It’s a new episode!!” Emmet squealed, plopping onto the couch and kicking his feet excitedly. “I can’t wait to see what she does today!”

           “You think she’s finally gonna give Lord Beelzebub what’s coming to him?” Rex asked.

           “I hope so! Now that guy is a real jerk.” Emmet puffed his cheeks out. This particular villain was beyond hope of reformation—Light tried, multiple times, but it was clear that he wouldn’t be happy until his evil deeds were done. Emmet pouted very briefly over this fact before perking up to sing and shimmy in his seat to the theme song. Rex chuckled at how excitable his brother could be. He kept his mouth shut after that, as Emmet hated when people tried to talk over his show.

           The episode started out with Light hanging out with some of her monster friends and being her usual dorky self, but that only lasted a couple minutes before she was alerted of some other villain’s plan. The scene then transitioned to a dramatic montage of Light putting on cool-looking armor, then panning from her toes to her head as she heroically posed in the armor.

           “Wow…” Emmet swooned. Rex gave a low whistle.

           She only stood like that for a few brief seconds before random pieces of the armor suddenly fell off and clattered to the ground, much to Light’s dismay. “Aw damnit, no! Get back here!” Light complained as she crouched to pick up the fallen pieces. This elicited a giggle from Emmet and a chuckle from Rex. “Dork…” Rex lovingly muttered.

           By the next scene, she has duct tape all over her armor, making the brothers laugh again. She and her monster friends were devising a plan of attack when Emmet’s phone buzzed. “Shush,” he said, keeping his eyes glued to the screen. He was mesmerized as Light led her friends into battle, but before they could see just who they were up against…

           “Gahh, commercials,” Rex groaned, muting the TV. “This is why watching things online is so much better.”

           “Yeah, but this is a new episode, we gotta catch it as it airs and support the creators!” Emmet argued.

           “Yeah okay. Aren’t you gonna answer that text message?”

           “I suppose I could since it’s a commercial break.” Emmet reached into his jeans pocket. “But whoever it was should no better than to bother me during my show!” He pouted as he checked his phone. “Oh, it’s Lucy…” He opened the message, and a mere second went by before Emmet cracked up laughing.

           “Must’ve been a good one,” Rex chuckled.

           “Oh my gosh, Rex, look at this!” Emmet laughed, shoving the phone in Rex’s face. It turned out Lucy sent a meme that read “when you storm a dragon’s cave and discover it’s hoarding mac and cheese” with a redraw of Light in the “it’s free real estate” meme. People who weren’t fans of the show wouldn’t understand the meme, but it made Rex burst into raucous laughter.

           “Oh my god!” he roared. “She would totally say that!”

           “She would!” Emmet giggled. “That’s amazing.”

           “Our datefriend is high-key a dork,” Rex laughed. That statement sent Emmet into another fit of giggles.

           “She’s our dork though.”

           “Hell yeah.”

           “I just wish I knew her real name in full.”

           Rex sat up, surprised. “What do you mean, ‘in full’?”

           “Well, remember in Clash of the Chimeras when she was signing the form thing for that order? She could only write the letter K before she got interrupted by the gremlin breaking things in the other room. So that means her real name must start with a K, and we don’t know anything else about it.”

           Rex nodded. “And you would rather call her that because…?”

           “Because it would help me feel closer to her.” Emmet held his plush a little tighter.

           “Well, you could always give her a headcanon name. or just call her K until her real name is fully revealed, if that ever happens.”

           Emmet pondered this for a moment. “I suppose that could work.” Suddenly, he perked up. “Oh! It’s back on!” He hurriedly un-muted the TV and his eyes were glued to the screen once more.

           Soon enough, Light and her friends were battling the villain, and at some point, her left gauntlet fell off. Emmet gasped as the villain used this opportunity to slash his claw across her arm.

           “Oh no…” Emmet whimpered. Rex lightly traced his own scar on his shoulder from his motorcycle accident. The two were at the edge of their seats until the end of the fight scene—the villain was defeated, but Light was still bleeding. Her worried friends crowded around her, but she still seemed in high spirits.

           “Guys, I’m fine!” she insisted.

           “You’re bleeding,” a friend argued.

“Just out of my arm. I’ve bled from far worse places.”

Emmet made a choked-out noise in surprise.

“Oh my god,” Rex laughed.

Still, Light let her monster friends bandage her up. Luckily, there were plenty more laughs to be had by the end of the episode. As the credits rolled, Emmet kicked his feet excitedly again.

“Ahh, that was so awesome!”

“As it always is.”

“Poor Light though. She doesn’t deserve any nasty scars.”

“No, she doesn’t,” Rex agreed. “But it won’t get her down. Knowing her, she’ll probably be proudly toting it and bragging about her battle by the next episode.”

“Yeah, probably,” Emmet chuckled. “But if she was real, or if I lived in her world, I’d take care of every single injury she got and kiss it better!” His loving smile gradually morphed into a longing frown. “I’d give anything for that.”

Rex patted Emmet’s back. “Me too, kid. Me too.”

[olaf-likeswarmhugs]

Olaf’s Frozen Adventure Part 1 || Chapter Two: October 3rd

A/N: So…how did Olaf end up in Swynlake?! The journey began months ago! Things sure are changing in the Icelandic Hollow, and the more they do, the more Olaf has to question. 

In this Chapter: After Sindri jokes about Olaf having a cuddle talent, Olaf begins to investigate

Chapter One 

@huldufolk-hjarn

Sindri: i need help

Olaf: call 999! Olaf: (I looked that up just for you <3)

Sindri: not that kind Sindri: i'm feeling very inadequate and i sort of hate myself a little bit right now

Olaf: what? Olaf: sindri you should never hate yourself :/ what's going on?

Sindri: you remember how i told you about my friend nam-min? Sindri: i'm pretty sure i'm supposed to be like someone to look up to for him like i told you about how he calls me hyung i think and it's kind of like older brother and anyway i think he thinks i'm a lot more put together than i really am and i know his dad thinks so and if his dad knew how big of a mess i was he probably wouldn't want me to talk to his son anymore and i know that and i'm doing it anyway

Olaf: aw Olaf: I just pressed my phone to chest and hugged it i hope you felt it across the universe!! Olaf: But Sindri, you don't have to have all the answers to be a good role model! I know that you're a big mess but you're a role model to me in many other areas, you know Olaf: What do you think makes a good role model anyway, eh?

Sindri: not being a huge mess of a person basically which i fail at Sindri: i wish you were here

Olaf: you're not a big mess Olaf: you should make a list of all the things you're doing well! Olaf: here i'll do it and i'll put it to a song later and send it to you Olaf: you havent DIED YET AHHHHHhh Olaf: you have a mundus apartment! and you make yourself meals ?! Olaf: you went to the grocery store three and a half days ago SUCCESSFULLLYYY Olaf: you haven't failed any of your classes Olaf: see? look at all the good things you are doing

Sindri: you're dumb

Olaf: no i am a genius

Sindri: how do you do that

Olaf: because im a genius

Sindri: you're the best friend ever Sindri: thank you Sindri: how are YOU

Olaf: oh im good! Olaf: hey did you know i might have a talent after all? haha

Sindri: really?!

Olaf: yeah! Olaf: Maybe! I dunno@ Olaf: whoopsies wrong button Olaf: It's not official yet! I think I might have to do my ceremony all over to see. Isn't that so funny???? It's going to be me and a bunch of fledglings all lined up hehehhehehe

Sindri: I'M SO EXCITED FOR YOU WOW you have to keep me informed olaf you HAVE TO

Olaf: aw yeah i wasnt gonna tell you until after Olaf: cuz maybe its just helper talent after all Olaf: im kinda nervous? haha Olaf: dont tell Olaf: i mean i love being a helper talent! Olaf: its not a bad thing to be a helper talent Olaf: its the best! Its really the best. Maybe its better not to even go through with it you know?

Sindri: no you should! Sindri: even if it turns out you are a helper talent you should still do it!

Olaf: I just think Mums will be disappointed again Olaf: It won't be anything super duper exciting

Sindri: olaf Sindri: do you want to do it Sindri: you Sindri: not your mums not the hollow

Olaf: i dunno really sindri Olaf: Sometimes i get really excited about it, like a tingling feeling in my stomach and i think oh gosh, thats what i was missing the whole time, this feeling! Olaf: But I really do like being a helper-talent and thats what I thought I was and ahh its scary

Sindri: well i'm not as good as you at making people feel less scared but i know you'll do great and everything will work out and what if this is it? you can't miss it because you're scared. you're never scared! or if you are you're strong and you never let it stop you! not once in all the time i've known you

Olaf: you are good at making people feel less scared Olaf: that made ME feel less scared. cuz you're right Olaf: gahh i just wish you were here so you could be in the audience and cheer for me ahah

Sindri: if i had the money i would go i really would Sindri: see lol money is stupid

Olaf: if i had the money id pay for you! Olaf: gosh its probably like 50 whole pound thingys or something so expensive

Sindri: hahahaha it's more than that i'm pretty sure Sinri: but you'll do great! we can talk on the phone before and after if you want!

Olaf: okay yes Olaf: see, sindri? you made me feel better Olaf: i bet thats how your friend feels too Olaf: i 100% recommend the Sindri Experience!

Sindri: yeah well the olaf experience is great too Sindri: i hope i get to see you soon

Olaf: you too best friend! i love you snowballs and snowballs!

Sindri: and an icicle more from me!

[catch22inareddress]

Bodyguard  Chapter 3 Putting Your Guard Down

Word count 6035..damn

Previously:

"Touch me." His eyes snapped towards yours, and you kissed him deeply. Letting his tongue invade your mouth, devouring you and you moaned wantonly. You took his hand and led it to your clothed heat, and he growled into your neck as he dove in sucking and nipping. "Feel how wet I am, David?" He nodded into your neck, and you moaned as his fingers went past the fabric, in between your delicate folds. "Fuck. That's all for you. You are so fucking sexy." He pulled away and took in your flustered state and bit his lip. He took the hand away from you and brought it to his lips and sucked it clean. You whimpered and then crashed your lips into his and invaded his mouth passionately. You could slightly taste your arousal on him, but as he pulled your body as close to him as possible and gripped his hair, you were lost in him. At the moment. Heavy breathing, lost thoughts.

"Look at me, love." His eyes searched yours for answers to questions that he hadn't asked. " I want nothing more than to make love to you or to fuck you against this wall right now. I would love to be whatever you need of me. But tonight...can I please just hold you. I-we need to talk about a few things." He was so torn, and you knew that he needed this for whatever reason and you would give him whatever he demanded.

"Anything you need of me, David. I'm here, baby." He put his forehead to yours and then gently kissed you. He took your hand and led you to the bed, and he laid on his back. You curled into his side and hooked your leg over his, and his calloused hand gripped your thighs.

The last thing you remember before dozing off his him kissing your forehead and saying that you were safe.

As you woke in the early hours around 2 am you heard talking coming from the bathroom and climbed out of bed.

"I know. I know fuck. You're right. I told her I would talk to her tomorrow."

You could hear yelling on the phone, and you became concerned and were about to open the door to make sure David was alright.

"Tom, just look. I don't want to hurt her. I already gave Vicky the papers to sign."

" I care for Y/N, but I'm not right for her, you know that. She will only see a married man." You were gutted as you stood there outside of the bathroom. He was married and hadn't told you, was this just a game for him. Did he do this with all of his employers?

You were consumed with all of the thoughts screaming in your head as the bathroom door opened and David stood before you.

"Fuck, Y/N I can explain."

After you ran into your bedroom and locked it, David knocked repeatedly trying to get you to talk to him. You just asked him to leave you be, that you needed to be alone. He finally left you by yourself and you lay in your bed. You messaged Charlotte around 7 am asking her how long he was married to which she replied. "Talk to him, its complicated and you deserve to hear it from him. I know he cares about you if that helps." It did but it didn't, you knew that you didn't hold anything to his wife. You were just the other person and you refused to be that other person.

You took a shower and got dressed and when you emerged from your room you found David asleep outside your door. He looked so at peace but completely disheveled from sleeping on the floor and you felt bad for a moment at his state. You knelt down and pushed the curls from his face and he stirred. "David." You whispered. "David, get up. I'll make some coffee." His eyes opened and they were bloodshot from sleeping a bare minimum and you rose from his side and stepped over him to go to the kitchen. You heard him get up and follow you.

"Can we talk about last night, what you heard?" His voice was deep and gravelly with the morning and he sounded so sensuous that you had to focus on the task at hand and the fact that he was a taken man. A very taken man. "Already with this, David? It's too early." He came up beside you and took your arm gently. You stopped but refused to look at him knowing that him in only his tight black shirt and boxers and unkempt hair was too much for you to take in.

"Please, love." You shook your head. "You don't get to call me that, David. You're married." He sighed and pushed off the counter, running his hands through his mane. "That's why I didn't say anything. That would be all that you would see. A married man and not me." Your brows came together and you threw the coffee tin down on the marble counter tops with a bang. "That's absurd. You are married, how else am I suppose to see you. You are taken and you presented yourself as a free man. I-fuck I fell for you." You went to walk past him and he grabbed your hand, you whipped around and slapped him hard across his perfect face and he was stunned. Silent.

"You don't get to play with peoples feelings, David. Pick and choose what information you tell them so they fall for you only to find out that they can't have you. I suppose this is just a game? You fuck all of the women you work for, yea? Give them some sob story then go back to your wife? Do you have kids too?" You choked back a sob as his face had fallen and he looked towards the ground and shook his head. "Right then? Well, I'm the asshole."

"You can hit me all you want but I'm still not giving up on you until you hear me out, love." Your body went rigid at the pet name and the tears started flowing. Living in the close quarters with this man, especially under such intense circumstances had left you assuredly in love with him. Charlotte told you to hear him out so that you would do.

"Fine. I'll listen." He let out a sigh of relief and led you to the couch and sat on the coffee table directly in front of you as close as he could get, as you would allow him to be. Your legs were wedged between his bare thighs and he was holding your hands between his larger ones and he was looking at them as he began.

"I met her just before I was sent out on active duty and we were in love. It was a whirlwind romance by the book. If I were to die in Afganistan I didn't want her to be left without the benefits so we married, it was small and at the courthouse. We wrote, skyped, saw each other on my leave. Everything was seemingly perfect. When I was injured she helped nurse me back to health and the scars....well. They were a bit much for her. I um..I also had/have PTSD. I'm a lot better, but sometimes I still have nightmares. I immediately sought help but she just kept pushing me away. She hated the scars and said my trauma made me ...less of a man."

He was speaking slowly and you knew that the vulnerability was hard for him to lay at your feet. He was your protector and he was putting it on all the line to be truthful to you, risking everything for you to see all that he was. His voice was breaking your heart and he refused to look you in the eyes. You were afraid that if you moved him he wouldn't be able to continue.

"I tried to make it work but when I came home I found her with someone else. To be honest. I wasn't sad or mad, I was ... relieved. It was over between her and I. Or so I thought. That was over a year ago and she still hasn't signed the papers to give me a divorce. I didn't tell you because on paper I'm married but not in action or in my heart. I- I." His voice broke as he held your hands in his.

"Look at me." Your voice was soft as he shook his head no. "Please, David. Look at me, love." He raised his face and the blue orbs found your eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you and shut you out. I thought the worst of you when you are the only good thing that has happened to me lately." His eyes crinkled at your words as if a weight had been lifted.

"So what do we do now?" He looked at you unsure of what to do. "Do you want me to find you a replacement? Until I can sort this mess out?"

You shook your head not and pulled him across to the love seat and ran your hands in his curly locks. "Don't be silly. We will figure this out together. I don't want anyone else here protecting me, and I can't imagine being here with another person so please don't dare ask that of me." He let out a relieved laugh and put his forehead to yours. "Thank God. I may be ok with seeing Vicky with another man but seeing someone else in here would do me in, love."

You leaned in and kissed his chapped yet warm lips, and he gave into your needs. He pulled you into his lap with the ease and finesse of a powerful man, and you felt secure. He pulled away and had his hands firmly on your waist, and you looked into his blue eyes, searching curiously at what he was trying to say.

"I-don't really know how to do this, dating bit. It's been so long, and I've been out of the running and your fucking lovely. I don't want to screw it up." You smiled a whole earth shattering grin as he complimented you. "Hey, it's just me, and we can take it as slow as you like, David. You set the pace, and I will follow. Plus I like it when the man takes the lead." You winked at him, and you saw him shift underneath you, and you giggled at his discomfort. Cute bastard. Charlotte was right you only needed to talk to him, and the weight had been lifted so quickly.

Now you only needed to get you two off Vicky and the stalkers radar and it would be perfect.

The next few days everything was the norm, unfortunately. However, by the end of the week, the phone calls had gotten more frequent, and the tracers were getting nowhere. Tom had suggested going out public with David perhaps and not hiding your budding romance. It may get the creeper to make a mistake. David was of course on board, anything to catch the maniac but you didn't want him to get hurt, he, of course, scoffed at your concern. "Ex-soldier and protection service, love. I'll be fine and more importantly, so will you. So let me take you on a proper date." You smirked at his giddiness and conceded to his request under one condition. "I want a simple date at a local pub that's lowkey. Somewhere you would take me if I wasn't well...high profile." You arched your brows as he glared at you, but his resolve broke as you batted your lashes at him. "Fine, but I can lay a kiss on you anytime during the evening and not just a goodnight kiss, yea?"

You slapped his perky ass. "Of course, why would I deny my favorite Scotsman a kiss?"

"I've seen your movie collection. How do I know your favorite is me and not Outlander?" You laughed at his sassiness and stalked towards him as he leaned against the dinner table. You moved between his legs which he adjusted freely to accommodate you.

"Because." You ran your hands underneath his t-shirt and up his rippled abs and further up his chest and he fought to keep his eyes open.

"That man." You kissed his neck, and he let out a soft moan.

"Doesn't do the things." You nibbled on his jawline as he gripped your hips and pulled you closer to him.

"That you do to me." He looked at your face and then your lips with a smirk and then kissed you. His tongue invaded your mouth, and you let him explore. He spun you around and sat you on the table and rested his body between your legs. His hands gripped your bare thighs, allowing your skirt to bunch up towards your panties. Your calves wrapped around his legs pulling him closer as he continued to kiss you intensely. You pulled him back as you laid down on the table hoping he wouldn't stop and you were so pleased when he thrust his hardened member into your clothed wetness, eliciting a moan from your lips. His open mouth and breath on your face were pleasing as he nearly whined as the welcomed friction between the both of you was felt. Your hands were under his shirt, and you ran them over his skin, and he looked at your lips and kissed them again, biting the bottom lip. You thrust your hips into his solid cock, and he dropped his head into the nook of your neck and sucked hard, undoubtedly leaving a love bite. You were close to coming from his unyielding strokes, and the sounds coming from him were signaling an impending release. You hand searched lower until you found his hard cock and you began you stroke it, and his breathing intensified. "You don't have---gahh" You stifled you snicker at his response.

"What was that, baby?" He glared at you before his finger found your panties and ripped them off within a quick second and you let out an audible gasp. "Did you say something, love?" You bit your lip, and he grinned. His fingers found your folds and slipped between them. "Look at me, Y/N" You were so wet that he shifted them in with ease and began pumping in and out and you arched you back. "That's it, love. Give yourself to me." You hand still stroked him, but it felt like it wasn't enough you wanted everything, but you knew that this was all that he was ready to give and you wouldn't ask for more.

His breathing was heavy, and his skin was sweaty. "I'm almost there, please cum for me, love. Can you do that?" You looked up at him and kissed his plump, delicious lips, and he moaned into yours, and you could feel the vibrations from that, and it pushed you over the edge. Every sensation that he was giving you launched you into rapture. He collapsed on top of you with his damp shirt and wet pants, and you smiled with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

He laughed into your neck. "Well, that escalated quickly." You shrugged. "I told you that you were my favorite Scotsman. Don't question my loyalties." He pulled back and admired your glowing skin. "I'll question your allegiance to my country every day if that's the response I get, darling." You grinned at his cheekiness and loved how he could turn to stone cold protector to giddy boyfriend the next.

Boyfriend? Was that was this was?

You quickly changed your thoughts and plucked the wet shirt from his skin. "Next time I say we remove the shirt. I want to feel your skin against me." His face betrayed him momentarily before he recovered, it was too late, and you caught it. "Yea, sure." He went to pull away. "Hey, you know I love your body." He paused and then gave you a quick peck he got off of you, taking your hand and helping you up. You stood and went to your room to get ready. Before you went behind the door, you stopped and leaned against the frame.

"David, just a thought. If we just did because you questioned me over my favorite Scotsman. Imagine if I were to prove to you in truth how sexy I thought you were to me." You winked at him as he stood slack-jawed blushing before you stepping into your room to take a shower and get changed.

When you stepped out for your date night, David was by the door holding a package with an odd look on his face. You didn't have time to take his handsome appearance before dread took you over. "What did he leave?" He shook his head. "Don't worry about it. I already called the office. They are sending someone over to pick it up."

"What is it? I should see it; I need to know." You walked over, and he slowly took off the box while only looking at your face. Your hands were shaking as they went to your mouth. He had cut up clothes, your clothes. Nightgowns and underwear and had put blood all over them? There was a knife in the center that he had used on the clothes and was dripping with blood, and there was a note opened and said: "The next one is for you, love."

David quickly closed it and put in on the table and pulled you into his arms. "It's ok, I've got you. No harm will come to you as long as I'm alive." You nodded into his chest.

"We can stay here if you like, darling?" You stood back and grabbed your phone and purse. "Absolutely, not! I want to pretend that everything is fine and that it's just a normal night with my boyfr--." You paused a moment but refused to look at him and instead just looked to the ground and walked out the door.

How the fuck did that work? He was married, and you two were dating, you were falling in love with him. Damnit, everything was a mess. He pulled you out of your thoughts with his hand, and you fell back into his chest. "Hey, where are you going?" He had a smirk on his face. "I -I was going to my car?"

He shook his head and just smiled. "Nope, love. You said you wanted a real date with me. I have my motorcycle, and we're going to my favorite pub and have some dinner and drinks, dance. I want to have a nice night with my girl." When the words fell from his lips, you couldn't contain the smile that graced yours, and his heart soared knowing that he was the cause of it.

He climbed atop it and held out his arm for you to use to brace yourself. You tucked your skirt underneath your legs, and he bit his lip. "You gonna be ok wearing that? Although, I'm sure to get in a fight with some guy tonight for sure." He laughed as he ran his large hands down your bare legs before gripping the handles and knocking out the kickstand. "No, you won't. I only have eyes for you, David." He turned his head to see you and his profile was pure perfection. "Love, it's their eyes I'm going to be pissed about."

He turned the engine on and revved it before taking off, you weren't going far, and while you both knew it was reckless, neither of you had a helmet. The wind in your hair and the sunglass on your face was delightful. He could easily be a model for aviators as you stopped at a red light and you chuckled to yourself at his current profession. Model vs. Protection Service. How different his life would've been.

A convertible pulled up with some girls ready to go out on the town, and they were ogling David in his snug fit leather jacket, and it got under your skin. Your fingers gripped his waist tighter, and he put his free hand over yours. He glanced over at the giggling girls by reaction and then realized your advances on him.

He took a moment with his hand and ran it up your thigh as high as his gentleman nature would allow and pressed a loving kiss to your lips. He smiled and turned, taking off at the green light. This man was a regular fucking Casanova, and you were in trouble.

As you pulled up to the local pub, he helped you climb off and he quickly followed. He took you by the hand and led you into the pub, and you sat down at the bar and ordered a burger and chips and some beer. The conversation flowed easily as you asked about Vicky, and while he was apprehensive at first he told you how they met and while he wanted kids, she didn't, at least not with him. Not when he came back, even after he went through treatment for PTSD. There was a sense of sadness in his eyes that he tried to cover up with a smile and you took a drink of your beer and turned your chair to face him. "So how about you, love. Kids?"

"Of course. I would love to. I have a crazy life, and not a lot of men find this life for them." He nodded and took your hand in his. "Can I ask you an earnest question. Don't sugar coat it." You were a little worried, but you wouldn't lie to him. "Anything."

"Why me? You could have any man. I've seen Scott. He could protect you just as well as me, he's a big guy. I saw the way that he looked at you; if you honestly gave him a go of it, I think he would move here for you. So...why me?" You stood and rested yourself between his thighs as the noisy Saturday crowd buzzed around you, and he just took in your proximity. His hands wrapped around your body and it took everything in him to not kiss your lips and instead await the answer he had been asking himself for days.

"No man has ever actually made me sincerely feel safe. Can Scott fight, sure I don't doubt he can? Would be move here for me? Maybe. Do I want him to? No." You put your hand up his shoulder and into the hair at the nape of his neck, and he chewed his lip. "I may be too forward, and at the risk of scaring you off I'll put it all on the table and do with it what you want."

You took a steadying breath and focused on the blue eyes as he concentrated solely on you. "The thought of accepting a role away from London scares the shit out of me. Not because of who may be out there, but rather the fact that you won't be with me. You can blame it on the circumstances right now, but that's... not it. When I wake up in the middle of the night its, not of fear, it's of a desire to have your body next to me. I know its wrong, but I don't care. You excite me, and I find you intriguing, and I crave to know everything I can about you." He was silent at your confession, and you looked to his chest where he had hair on display, and you fought not to kiss his collarbone.

"So to answer your question I 'chose' you because I want you. I have never felt that way about anyone, and I don't know if you feel the same way but if there is any chance, even a small one. I'll take it because I'm falling for you."

"Look at me." His face was firm but quiet, and you rose your eyes to meet his clouded ones, full of emotion and anxiety. "There are so many things out of my control. I'm not an easy person to be with, love. If you can work with me and not give up on me, I will follow you anywhere, be anything that I can be for you."

Before you could say anything, he just kissed you showing you the intensity of the words he just spoke. Claiming you. A few people around you whistled, and you hid your face in his shoulder, and he laughed. "Another drink, mate."

"I've got to go to the bathroom. Stay here, love." He was stern in his request knowing the severity and that even though you two were having a fun night, he wasn't entirely off duty.

When he left, you saw his phone on the bar and picked it up and went through the contacts quickly. You had formed a plan but needed Vicky's number, and this was the perfect time to get it. You sent it to your phone just before he returned and sat it back down. He gave you a quick kiss.

"I could get used to this, darling. I'm not going to lie." He laughed and the PDA you were allowing him to get from you. "Please, do. I like how affectionate you are. Tell me, are you always like this? Or are you just doing it to woo me?" He shrugged. "If I said that I would kiss you every moment that you let me, would it scare you off?" You shook your head. "Absolutely not! I would just request you kiss every inch of my body; you must be thorough after all." He leaned in close to your ear and nibbled on the lobe.

"I am nothing if not thorough." He looked back at you with dark eyes, and you wanted him to take you and throw you up against the wall and had to shake the dirty thoughts from your head.

"Dance with me, sweets." Great, just another thing to torture you already lust filled body with. You could do this, perhaps even torture him the way he was torturing you. After all, you were Y/F/N Y/L/N, get it together.

You both went out on the tiny little dance floor littered with bodies, and he pulled you closed, and you could feel him scanning his surroundings. "You with me?" He let out a chuckle and looked down at you, "Of course, you're all I see." You wrapped your arms around his neck and ran your fingers through his hair, and he hummed. "Why is it I think your fibbing? I think you see everything and everyone." His brows furrowed and he took you in, every feature and memorized you. "The only reason I see it all is being I intend on keeping the most important one in the room safe."

"Can I kiss you? Would that be..." You didn't finish the sentence before he interrupted. "You don't have to ask, love. I know this is...unconventional. Probably not what you were wanting but I'm all in." You pulled him down, and as soon as your lips met his, the hands around your waist pulled you're tighter to him. The kiss was shortlived though as he didn't want to be exposed for long. "We'll have to continue this later, darling. Is that ok?" He looked around to gain his upper hand again and saw a few people staring at you two; you could tell it was giving him unrest. You pushed your breasts up against him and ran your leg against his dick and he groaned, giving you a stern look, causing you to snicker. He looked around, trying to get his mind off of you and your hands in his hair and your wandering thigh.

"Would you like to take me home, David." His eyes returned to you when you said his name and home. "I would love nothing more than to do that, darling." He walked back to the bar and threw a few notes down and walked to the door with you in hand. A man grabbed you from behind. "Hey, love!"

David spun around and gripped his arm, and he yelped in pain. "HEY! Hey! I just wanted her autograph. What's the deal!" You put your hand on David's shoulder. "It's alright. I can do an autograph." He was breathing steady, but his body was tense, and you knew he was in defense mode for you.

He backed up, and you walked over to the fan, and he was smiling even though his hand was no doubt throbbing from the pain. You leaned down and wrote your name and said Best Wishes. Then turned to David before the guy had the audacity to ask for a picture. "C'mon handsome, take me home." You winked at him, and he smirked before putting his hand on the small of your back walking you to his bike.

"I'm sorry back there. I let my guard down and ...when he grabbed you I was. Angry. Fuck. I'm sorry." He stood there and didn't mount the bike but looked around refusing to stop inspecting his surroundings, even for a moment. You stepped forward and took his hands in yours but didn't make him look at you so he could still have the control that he was craving.

"It's alright, David. I understand. You don't have to apologize. This was new for the both of us, and it was hard for you because what I asked wasn't fair. I asked for you to do your job and be off duty. Thank you for trying and guarding me. Tonight has been lovely but can you take me home so you can relax and we can have the rest of the night to...ourselves?" He nodded but still didn't look at you.

He climbed the bike and then you did the same. When you were on the bike he started down the street, you allowed your hands to travel around his body under his shirt slightly, and he relaxed under your touch. To that you were grateful. You laid your head on his shoulder, and at the stop light he took a moment to run his hands on your thighs, and you tightened them around his legs, loving his touch.

Your place couldn't come fast enough in the darkness and the loud nightlife of London. Partygoers and drunkards were going from bar to bar, entertaining you on your ride home, but you knew that all the hustle and bustle would strain David. You wanted for him to have the comfort of silence.

However, when you got home, there was wording on your door and you cursed under your breath as David told you to stay there. He called the local police to come and access. "You're Mine" was what was written on it.

David made sure the immediate perimeter was cleared and then came to collect you, but you were staring at a car in the distance with a man in it, smoking a cigarette. "Come, love." You didn't answer, and he touched your arm, making you jumped. "Hey, love." He looked concerned as he looked at you.

"There's a man, there. In that car." His eyes darted to the vehicle, and he immediately pulled his Glock. He held it close to his side and walked out towards the car and when he heard the ignition start he went into a full run, and you stood, nearly stumbling.

"Oh god. David." You started off towards him but couldn't run you were shaking so hard, and he was sprinting after the car and starting yelling for it to halt. It went around the corner and sped off, and David went after it and they were gone.

You stood there alone on the street and gasping for air, terrified. You walked back to the house, unsure of what to do and where to go, so you sat on your doorstep. He hadn't cleared the house, and you weren't going to go in. You started softly crying, waiting.

It was about ten minutes before he stood before you, panting and sweat slicked. You jumped up and wrapped your armed around him, and he stood there a moment with his arms at his side. "Please, David." You buried your face in his chest, and his breath faltered before his arms gripped onto you tightly. "I need to get you inside. Let me make sure its safe, okay?" You just nodded as he let you go and secured the premises. He waved you past the entrance, and you slowly walked up to him as he looked conflicted on whether to touch you or not.

You knew him well enough to know what was going on. He failed tonight in his mind, and that was what he was struggling with. He convinced you to go out tonight and it wasn't a success. At least that was what he was thinking.

Your hands traveled up his arms that hung loosely at his side, and he closed his eyes. "Thank you for keeping me safe tonight." You assured him and he only shook his head. "I fucked up and left you alone. I didn't catch him. Fu-fuck." He threw his head back and pushed your hands away from his body.

"Hey. Hey. Please. David. Please." You pleaded an he turned to walk away from you and towards the living area. "Look, I know you're upset. Just talk to me." You caught up and grabbed his shirt, and he turned around and pointed outside. "That! Tonight! I fucked it up! I let my guard down because of you! I shouldn't have done that. How can I protect you if I'm in- in love with you!" He was nearly yelling, and his voice broke at the end.

Your hands grabbed his face at his confession and your heart nearly stopped altogether. "You did keep me safe. Plus the asshole made a mistake, right? That's a good sign. He's getting sloppy. Maybe the cams get a visual and a picture of his face tomorrow?" He shook his head as but said nothing.

You kissed his the corner of his mouth. "I love you too. We will figure this out, but I need you. Please, don't push me away." He stood there, but his breathing was labored signaling his internal struggle. You laid another kiss and then another, this time on his lips. Allowing it to linger until he opened his mouth, kissing back. He moved his hands to your waist and sighed into his mouth. "Please." You whispered and begged.

"What, love. What do you need of me?" You tilted your head back to give him access, and he moved to lay open mouth kisses as you moaned. "I need you and your hands on me...anywhere. Everywhere." He growled into your neck as you undid the buttons on his shirt and opened it. You quickly pulled his undershirt over his head, needing to see his chest and have his naked body for you to see it all its glory.

He grinned at your eagerness and you bit your lip. "Don't look so arrogant, Sergeant." You laughed and he nipped and bit at your shoulder, and you tugged on his curly hair. "I just haven't had a woman look at me like that in so long. I need you, love." You beamed. "I'm all yours."

Your hands ran down his chest and back, and he sighed, and then went to his belt buckle but you were careful to not fumble, but make quick work. He went to walk you to the bedroom. "I need you here, now." His eyes found yours and a flicker of nervousness as he looked around figuring where he could lay you down. You tskd. "Wall, now."

"Fuck, me." He said with a deep and husky voice causing you to giggle. "That's the point." He grinned and grabbed your lace panties and pulled them down. "I want your eyes on me the whole time. Can you do that?" You nodded at him, and he gave you that smile. THAT smile. If you weren't that wet before you sure as hell were now. He stood up and ran his fingers up your legs and into your slick.

"Ahhh.D-David." He kissed your lips and swallowed the moan. "You're dripping. Tell that I made you this wet."

"It's all for you. You're the sexiest man I've ever seen." He gasped at those words and a part of it pained you, thinking that he hadn't heard that in so long.

You grabbed his cock and ran your hands up the length a few times. His kisses were rough and needed, invading and consuming your senses as he pushed you harshly against the wall. His hands gripped the globes of your ass and kneaded it, he tapped you to signal for you to jump. Naturally, you did, and he slid into you with ease, your arousal from the evening aiding him.

He moaned in delight as he thrust into you in one swift movement. "Fuck, love. You're so sweet. You're perfection." His eyes stayed trained on you, the lustful blue of them pushing you closer to the precipice of bliss. With each thrust, he drove you further up the wall, and your nails dug into whatever claim you could take. His hair, his scalp, his shoulder and he would relish in it with a growl.

"You feel so good inside of me, David. Wreck me." He put his forehead to yours and pounded into you even harder than you thought was possible. "I'm gonna cum, please cum inside me."

"Ah. Fuck yes." He yelled out as he kissed your lips and sweat dripped down his brow as he fucked you into the wall. All of the emotions of the night came down the only one that mattered. This beloved man. This moment of him with you. The vulnerability of giving each other over to one another.

Without a word he carried you to your room and cleaned both of you up before laying down beside you. "I could lay here forever with you, and I don't think it would be enough." He smiled at your words. "And I could never tire of hearing you say words like that to a simple man like me." You rolled over to lay on him, your hands running up his scarred side.

 "Simple?" He nodded. "You're an actress, and I'm just a man, a police officer." You leaned in and kissed him. "Not just, your job is far more important than mine." He tucked your hair behind your ears before you laid your head on his chest. Finding the beat of his heart lulling you to sleep.

Before you drifted to rest you could've sworn he said. "And yet, I would quit to follow you anywhere my love."

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Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.10

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Word count: 11k

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (oral, penetration, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use… This is a mature read! You have been warned!

T/W: This chapter does contain brief mentions of violence/gore, rape (not graphically, just references it), and death. You have been warned. 

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 (final chapter)

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“Mommy?” the 10-year old you called, while innocently looking up to her from your spot on the sofa. You had an unsure expression written on your small face, as she stopped chopping up the vegetables on the cutting board from the kitchen. She sniffled slightly, before she finally looked up to you.

“Yes?” she said with red and watery eyes, whilst waiting for your reply.

“Are you sad?” you hesitantly questioned, since it looked like she was crying.

Your mother’s brows furrowed, as she confusedly looked at you. “No, why would you think that?”

Now your brows narrowed, not believing her. You quickly sat up and shuffled your way to your mother’s confused form.

“But you’re crying!” you exclaimed loudly, while gently poking at her face with your chubby finger.

There was a silent pause as it took her a couple of seconds to register what you were talking about, before the look of realization crossed her features.

“Oh Y/n, I was just cutting some onions to cook for dinner,” she giggled slightly, finding your concern adorable.

You narrowed your eyes, as you were still confused to why she was tearing up. “Do onions make you sad?”

Your mother smiled brightly, as she was trying to hold in her laughter. “No sweetheart, they don’t. They just make my eyes hurt.”

She still saw the troubling look on your chubby face, so she picked up some on the diced onions, and held it in front of you.

You instantly started to blink rapidly, as your eyes started to burn. You were sniffling, and you could feel the water form in your eyes.

“Gahh! Now I’m sad!” you pouted while you heard your mother chuckling.

She removed the onions from your face, and set them back on the cutting board, still laughing at you. “Just because someone cries, it doesn’t mean that they must be sad Y/n,” your mother said softly.

“What do you mean?” you asked, while rubbing your itching eyes.

“Well, people can cry because the are happy too,” she replied, as she continued to cut the onion.

“Happy?!” you shouted in bewilderment. How could someone cry because they are happy? Shouldn’t they be smiling and laughing? “That doesn’t make any sense!”

“It does make sense, you just haven’t experienced it yet.”

“Name one time that’s happened then,” you retorted in disbelief.

She stopped her actions, as she took a couple moments to think of a time that it had occurred before.

You’re just about to tell her ‘I told you so’ before she suddenly smiles at you, remembering one of the happiest days of her entire life.

“I cried when you were born,” she said softly.

Your eyes widened in alarm, as you took her confession the wrong way. “What?! Why? You were sad when I was born?!”

“Oh Y/n, no!” she exclaimed, quick to comfort you. “I was crying because I was so happy to have you. It was tears of happiness!”

“Tears of happiness? That’s a thing?” you said unsurely, feeling better knowing that she was glad to have you.

“Yes dear, it is. People can cry because of many reasons,” she paused, before she continued, “They can cry because they are sad, happy, scared, lonely-”

“And because of onions!” you interrupted, feeling as if you were the smartest person ever.

Your mother shook her head while grinning at your silliness. “Yes, and because of onions.”

She was expecting you to go back to your spot on the couch, since you already figured out that she was not sad, but you just silently stood there watching her cut the vegetables. You twiddled your small fingers together, looking as if you still wanted to ask something.

“Y/n?” your mother called tenderly, acknowledging your nervousness.

“Yea…?”

“Is there something wrong?”

You stayed silent, trying to figure out if you should ask her about your father or not. Would she be upset if you brought him up?

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” your mother’s soft voice interrupted your conflicted thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, you suddenly blurted “Did you cry when daddy had to leave us?”

Your mother’s form froze instantly at the mention of your father. She knew you were always so eager to learn more about him, hoping he would return someday, which made her heart ache in grief.

“Of course I did…” she said with a sad smile. “He cried so much too…”

“He did?”

“Yes dear… he didn’t want to leave us, but he needed to keep his job,” your mother said in a convincing tone.

“D-Do you know when he’ll come home?” you asked quietly. You already knew her answer. You knew that she would tell you soon, but when was soon? How much longer? You just wished this once that she had a definite answer for you.

“Hopefully soon…” she said with gloomy eyes. She noticed the frown upon your face and was quick to say something to brighten you up. “I talked to him on the phone a couple of months ago.”

Your eyes widened in shock, while your mouth formed a small ‘o’ at what your mother told you. “Really?! He did?”

Your mother scratched the back of her neck awkwardly as the excitement in your voice made her feel so very remorseful. She didn’t like lying to you, but she didn’t want to tell you the truth about him. It was the only way she knew how to keep you safe.

“Yea, he did. It was sometime in the morning though, so you were already at school.”

“What did he say?” you asked eagerly.

“He…” she trailed off, trying to come up with a convincing lie to make you happy. “…he said that he misses us, you especially.”

She saw you smile instantly, and she almost felt like she was about to start crying on the spot from the happy look on your face. She felt as if she was a horrible person. She was giving you false hope. But what else was she supposed to do? Saying the truth would never be an option.

“Did he say when he can come back?” you asked with a bright grin.

Your mother bit her lip, as she put on a fake smile to come up with an answer. “No. He said he doesn’t know yet, but he’ll call back when he finds out.”

“Ohh, okay…” you mumbled, a little disappointed that you couldn’t see him. “I wish I didn’t have to go to school, then I could’ve been home and talked to him!”

“Y/n you have to go to school, education is important,” your mother huffed.

“But I hate school!” you yelled, startling her from your outburst.

She was about to scold you for raising your voice, but then she saw how your smile had suddenly turned into a frown as your bottom lip quivered, trying to withhold your tears. She stayed silent for a minute, just watching your shaking form, before she decided to speak.

“Y/n…” she spoke in a concerned tone.

“I d-don’t like it there,” you sniffled quietly. “It makes me sad.”

She didn’t even need to ask why it made you sad, since she already knew. She knew that the kids picked on you, just because of the silly rumours spread among those children’s parents about her. Unfortunately, everyone thought of her as the town ‘whore’ just because she had no husband by her side. She couldn’t even prove them wrong, since she literally had no photos of her wedding with your father, or even a picture of him in general. They had gotten married in private, so nobody could know about it. She didn’t even have a wedding ring, not because your father didn’t give her one, but it was because it was for the sake of your safety. If your father had gotten something expensive as a ring, they’d know. There’d be no way of hiding that much of a transaction from them. Then they would find out about him having a wife, which he couldn’t have.

Your mother doesn’t say anything, as she walks forward and kneels to your height, hugging you. You wrap your arms around her as you sobbed in her embrace.

“I know you don’t like it sweetie, I’m so sorry…” your mother teared up, feeling saddened that you were treated so horribly at school.

“It makes me sad when those kids call you names,” you cried onto her shoulder. “It makes me sad when they hit me.”

“I’m sorry…” was all your mother said, as she hugged you even tighter. She’s talked to the school’s principal many times, but he never gave those children harsh punishment for their actions. She’s even went far enough to complain about it to the school board, to which her complains would just get pushed aside and forgotten.

“It makes me sad when you cut my hair…” you mumbled sadly.

She lifts her head up from the tight hug, to gently pet your short hair empathetically. “I’m sorry Y/n, but I had too.”

Your hair was practically cut right to your chin, even a centimeter above it, giving you an extremely short bob hairstyle. You didn’t absolutely hate it, but you were upset that you always had to cut it this short and could never let it grow. The reason was because the children at school would always grab at your hair to pull you back into fights when you tried to run away. No one would be there to help defend you. You were always alone. So that’s why your mother always cut your hair this length, making it harder for those brats to grab at you.

With a small pout, you grasp a short strand of your hair as you spoke, “It’s okay…”

“Is there anything else that makes you sad?” your mother asked softly, looking into your red eyes.

You bit your lip nervously, as you looked away from your mother’s tender gaze. “It makes me sad that I can’t see dad…”

At that, you felt her stiffen, but then you continued shyly, “But…”

“But what?”

You took a deep breath then smiled, “But even though I can’t see daddy, I’m happy you’re here with me.”

“Oh Y/n…” your mother hugged you, never wanting to let you go. Before she could say anything else, she heard you whisper.

“You’ll always be with me, right?”

Your mother shut her eyes tightly at your question. It almost sounded as if you were saying that to yourself, not intending for her to hear. But for some reason, she struggled with answering your question. Why? Because even though your father had given up his life to protect you and her, there was still a chance that they would find both of you. There would be no way to stop them, and that terrified her.

Just the mere thought of losing you was eating at her mind, breaking her heart. There were tears streaming down her face, to which you gently rubbed away with your small hands.

“Why are you crying?” you spoke in concern, and slight fear as she hadn’t answered your question.

“I’m j-just… so happy that I had you Y/n. You’re the most precious thing to me in the entire universe,” she smiled as she cried. She then continued, “And I’ll always be with you sweetheart, no matter what.”

You smiled happily and continued to lovely embrace her, as she held you close in her arms.

And as you could feel your mother’s tears soak onto you, you finally thought you understood what she meant by ‘tears of happiness’ thinking that she was crying because she was happy.

But how very foolish you were, for believing that.

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“Ohh, look at you trying to be all tough and shit,” you heard, as you were suddenly woken up by a nasally sounding man’s voice.

You felt heavy… since your muscles ached all over for some odd reason. Your eyes were still closed, but as soon as you tried to open them, you still couldn’t see anything.

Am I blind folded? you confusedly thought to yourself.

You tried to figure out what was covering your eyes, but you couldn’t move your arms. You tried to jiggle them but could feel something bounding you to the hard chair you were seated in. And the fact that your arms were tied behind the chair’s backrest, was making your limbs feel numb from the lack of circulation.

Where the hell am I? What even happened? Where’s Jungkook?

You slowly started to feel yourself panic, as you had no idea what was happening and felt all alone without Jungkook with you.

Unknown to you, your struggles with the chair finally caught the nasally sounding man’s attention, making him turn his head to you.

“Aww looks like the little kitten has finally woken up,” he said with a creepy tone.

His voice alone caused goosebumps to form on your skin, as you didn’t like the sound of his voice at all. It was so unsettling, and you just had a gut feeling that something bad was going to happen.

Sucking up your nerves, you hesitantly spoke to at least find out what was going on. “H-Hello?”

Your scared voice caused the man who was also bound in a chair a meter away from you, to whip his head in your direction.

“Y/n!”

Jungkook?!

You felt your heart beat quicken at the sound of his velvety voice. You remember him telling you that it was his father that wanted you two dead, before random men came in and shot at you. You were still so confused. You had so many questions to ask. But hearing Jungkook’s voice, somehow calmed you down a bit.

You were just about to call out to him, before you heard the other man’s voice shout. “Did I say you could fucking speak!?”

From the direction his voice was coming from, you assumed that he wasn’t talking to you, but to Jungkook.

Jungkook felt his temper rise at the man who was ‘supposedly’ keeping guard of you two. Who the fuck was he? He didn’t recognize him at all, so he knew that this big nosed man must have joined his father’s gang not too long ago. Or at least in the past five years.

“Shit, I’m sorry Pinocchio. I didn’t know I needed your permission to speak,” you heard Jungkook say sarcastically.

The man’s eyes widened in offensive, as he held a hand up to touch his nose. He then took a threatening step towards him, trying to be intimidating.

“You think your funny, huh pretty boy?” he spoke with venom.

“Ohh, you think I’m pretty eh?” Jungkook mocked. “Sorry Rudolph, but you’re not really my type.”

If this were any other situation, you might have even found Jungkook’s insults slightly funny, but you were scared the man might hurt Jungkook if he continued mocking him. And oddly enough, Jungkook sounded calm as ever, which confused you greatly.

The man was red in the face now, extremely irritated by Jungkook. He took another step closer to him, with his hands forming into fists.

“S-Shut the fuck up!” he hollered, then rammed his fist into Jungkook’s right cheek.

You gasped as you couldn’t see what was happening, but you could at least hear what sounded like Jungkook getting punched. You wanted to say something, so he wouldn’t hit him again, but before you could speak you heard Jungkook chuckle in ridicule.

“Shit…” he snickered, causing the red-faced man to smirk in triumph because he thought he hurt him. That is, before Jungkook continued, “…you punch like a little girl.”

At that comment, the man growls in complete rage, then grabs at Jungkook’s hair, pulling it back harshly.

“You think you’re so fucking funny, huh? I could fuck you up so badly!”

“I already told you I’m not interested.”

“W-What? I didn’t mean it like that you dumb fuck!” the man yelled in his ear, completely flustered.

It was then that you realized what Jungkook was trying to do. He was playing mind games with him. That’s why he’s acting so calm, right? He must not see him as a huge threat. But what if the man pulls out a weapon? He would get hurt! And the more you heard Jungkook manipulate the man in mockery, the more worried you got about his safety.

“Ahh fuck,” Jungkook groaned in annoyance. “You sound like a fucking banshee with all your screaming.”

“Shut the fuck up!” the pig nosed man angrily screeched, then punched Jungkook in the stomach.

Your breath hitched as you heard Jungkook grunt in pain, even though he was trying to cover it up.

Why does he have to act like this? He’s getting hurt…

“Ooo did that one hurt?” the man smiled in satisfactory.

Please don’t say anything else that will make him angry…

“Shit man…” he coughed. “How the fuck did you even get recruited? This empire is really going downhill if all the new members punch like a bunch of pansies.”

Oh no…

“You fucker!” the man hollered, completely humiliated by Jungkook’s insults. He reached into his back pocket and pulls out a gun, pointing it directly at Jungkook’s skull. “Why don’t I just stick this bullet through your thick skull? Maybe then you’ll finally shut up!”

You heard the small click to the gun, indicating that it was loaded. Without thinking you blurted “No don’t!” automatically, fearing that he would shoot him.

Jungkook side glanced to your restrained form on the chair, feeling his heartbeat quicken when the man looked back and forth between you and Jungkook.

“Oh…” was all the man said with an evil smirk crawling on his dried lips. He looked into Jungkook’s eyes, and briefly saw the look of fear on his face, before he played it off quickly. “I see…”

He stepped back from Jungkook, putting his gun back in his pocket. “What was that, darling?” he purred eerily.

As soon as the man took one step into your direction, Jungkook spoke in a low voice, “Don’t.”

“I’m sorry,” he smiled maliciously towards Jungkook, as he continued to make his way to you. “But I believe this kitten was talking to me, so shut the fuck up.”

You then felt a presence in front of you, as you heard Jungkook struggling against his chair.

“Get the fuck away from her. Right. Now.”

“Or what?” the man scoffed, then you felt his hand touch your face, leading to trace over your lips in a slow manner.

Disgusted, you quickly snapped your head to the side, to avoid his grimy hands. But to your dismay, he gripped your jaw painfully, to keep your head still.

“Let g-go,” you stuttered, mostly because the way he held your face was making it difficult to speak.

“I said get the fuck away from her!” Jungkook yelled angrily, as he watched the ‘guard’ harshly grab hold of you.

“What a nice-looking slut you have…” the man said in pleasure, before he continued, “Her voice sounds like an angel.”

You were glaring daggers at him as he continued to rub his index finger over your lips. Not that he could tell though, since your eyes were still hidden by the blindfold.

“This is the last time I’m warning you,” you heard a dark voice in the corner, sending chills down your spine.

The man ignored Jungkook’s threat, enjoying the reactions he was getting from toying with you. “So sweet, I think I should have a taste.”

You squirmed underneath the restraints, since you just wanted to get as far away from this creep as possible. But it was completely useless. The ropes were tied too tight against you that you couldn’t move at all. You started to breathe heavily as you panicked.

If calling you a ‘slut’ already pissed Jungkook off beyond measures, seeing that fat nosed pig lowering his face to kiss you, made him go insane.

“I warned you.”

All it took was for Jungkook to suddenly jerk harshly back on his chair, and the furniture tipped over. Granted, he did fall on his own arms since they were tied behind the chair, but with the position he was on with the floor, he did a quick backwards somersault, causing the chair to crush against the concrete wall.

The loud ruckus caused the guard to stop just before he could reach your lips with his own, and he stared at the scene before him in complete bewilderment. He saw Jungkook cleverly, and swiftly break the chair against the wall. He saw how since the chair broke into pieces, the rope loosened around him, till it fell to his ankles. He saw the darkened look upon his face, making his whole body shake with fear. At that moment, he wished he had listened to his warning.

Before he could even reach behind and pull out his gun, Jungkook charged towards him insanely fast, with the leg of the chair in his right hand. He easily tackled the guard to the ground, putting all his weight upon him so he couldn’t move.

“You know… I don’t think you even know who I am.” Jungkook seethed as he straddled the man, to prevent a possibility of him breaking free.

He was right, he didn’t know him. All he was told was to keep guard of you two till the ‘boss’ comes. But as Jungkook continued to stare him down, he felt as if he should’ve asked who you two were.

Jungkook could see that the man was completely shocked at the situation he was in. He couldn’t even answer the question.

Tch, what a rookie…

“Seeing as how it looks like you shat your pants, I’ll tell you a secret.” There was then a malicious grin playing onto Jungkook’s lips as he said his next words.

“I’m Jeon Jungkook, the youngest of Kim Agma’s seven sons.”

And that’s when the big nosed man felt it; complete and utter horror. He should’ve known that there was something off about him, just the aura around him was intimidating. He should’ve realised what he was as soon as he saw how impossibly swift he broke free from his chair.

He was the boss’s son. But he wasn’t just any of them, he was the youngest one. He had heard so many stories about Agma’s seven deadly sons and how they all came to be, but one fact every gang member knew was that the youngest of the seven, was the brightest. He learned faster, grew stronger, and became so very skilled at such a young age. He was truly terrifying. And after he ran away, Agma wanted to hunt him down immediately. He said it was because he betrayed their gang, thus he must be killed for his actions. And that’s what all the gangmates believed, but he now knew the truth. He now knew why Agma wanted him eliminated. It wasn’t because Jungkook had ‘betrayed’ them, no… far from it. It was because he feared what the gifted teenage boy would become. He knew he would grow up to be a much stronger, smarter, and manipulative man. Agma was afraid that when his youngest son grew up, he would come and take revenge.

He was absolutely right.

Jungkook’s grin grew even wider, as he saw the man cower in fear beneath him. He raised the peg of the chair in his hand high above the man’s chest, getting ready to pierce it through him.

“N-No! Please don’t! Have mercy!” the man squawked underneath him.

“Mercy? But I did show mercy. I warned you, didn’t I?” Jungkook voiced in complete mockery, causing the man’s eyes to widen in mortification before he plunged the peg into his chest.

You froze entirely, as you heard the man suffocating on his own blood that was gushing out from his chest. And to make matters even worse, that was the only thing you could hear for the next couple of seconds, before you heard complete silence.

“Y/n?”

You jumped at the sound of Jungkook’s soft voice.

“Y-yea?” you said nervously, even though you tried to sound unbothered.

“I-I’m sorry…”

You didn’t say anything as you heard him get up, and walk behind you. You felt him softly tug at the ropes that were restraining you, until they loosened enough to let your limbs be free. Even though your arms were now unbound, Jungkook still came in front of you and gently cupped your face to remove your blindfold.

As soon as you opened your eyes, you rapidly started to blink from the slight blur of darkness to brightness. When your vision was clearing up, you could clearly see the concerned face of Jungkook.

“You’re hurt…” you said in worry, as you hesitantly reached out to lightly touch over his bruised cheek.

Jungkook closed his eyes at your gentle touch, feeling as if everything was going to be okay. But it wasn’t. He needed to get both of you out of here as soon as possible. “It’s okay, I just bruise easily. It’s not painful.”

He extends his hand for you, indicating for you to get up. You take grasp of it, but then notice the dead body of the man who was alive just seconds ago.

Jungkook was quick to notice your troubled gaze on the lifeless body on the ground, then instantly stood to your side, blocking your vison from it.

You were trying your best to remain calm, but you could already start to smell the metallic stench of the man’s blood, as it was pooled everywhere. And the fact that Jungkook was the one to kill him, with no trace of remorse. But then you recalled what Jungkook had said so coldly minutes ago;

“I’m Jeon Jungkook, the youngest of Kim Agma’s seven sons.”

Oh god…

Everyone… knew that there was always some sort of a black market, that involved drugs, crime, and gang violence. No one could ever deny that, but no one would like to talk about it either. But there was always a certain ‘rumour’ that one of the gangs had built a powerful empire, making them almost untouchable. No one knew much about them, but people always said that most of the reports of people missing or murder cases, were most likely due to someone crossing paths with this ‘gang’. You still remembered the kids at your old elementary, middle, and even high school gossip about this ‘gang’. No one knew if this powerful gang was real, because there would never be any proof of them. But the one thing that stuck with you whenever you heard about this ‘mafia’ was that, the one who started this gang – had seven sons.

And as soon as you came to the realization of who Jungkook truly was, a sudden memory resurfaced from long ago…

~~~~~

“Mom, have you ever heard the rumours about this ultra powerful gang, that’s like practically untouchable?” the 13-year-old you asked, in half amusement and half curiosity. You always heard your classmates gossip about them, and sometimes you would secretly listen into their conversations. Granted, you didn’t have any friends, so you couldn’t really ask anyone who this ‘gang’ was.

Your mother suddenly dropped the glass of water she was drinking, having it shatter to pieces everywhere. She found that it was starting to get difficult to breathe, as she tried to calm her nerves.

Shocked by her odd reaction, you carefully called out, “Mom? Are you okay?”

“Why are you asking about them?” your mother said in a flat tone.

“Ohh, well it’s just because I always hear rumours about them.”

“What did they say?” she asked with desperation in her voice.

You raised your brows at your mother, as her reaction was very strange to you. It almost looked as if she was… worried?

“Uhh, well nothing much, since people say it’s hard to know about them. But I always heard that the one who started the gang, the leader, had seven sons. And because of how big, powerful, and untouchable his gang was, he nicknamed his sons Bangtan…”

“That’s all made up.”

“W-what?”

“That’s all just foolishness a bunch of children made up for amusement,” your mother voiced firmly.

“Well, how would you know that?” you retorted, suspicious of why she was acting so hostile all of a sudden.

“Y/n, I don’t want you to talk about this type of silliness ever again. Understood?”

“Silliness? I was just asking if you knew about them. I don’t know why you’re acting as if I insulted you or something.”

“Because I don’t want my daughter to listen to that nonsense!” your mother huffed in frustration, getting irritated.

“If it was truly nonsense, then why are you getting so upset over it? I think that maybe this is real-”

“If they’re so damn real, then tell me why no one could ever prove it?!” your mother screeched. “Tell me why no one has ever been arrested under the name of this ‘untouchable gang’? Tell me why there is no goddamn proof of their existence?!”

You stood still, baffled by your mother’s outburst. You didn’t even know what to say to her, as you were just so shocked at how aggressive she was to make you not talk about it.

“Y/n… they’re aren’t real, and I never want to hear you mention, or try to learn more about them. Understood?” your mother said tiredly, as she regretted yelling at you.

“U-understood…” you replied meekly.

“Alright, go clean your room. When your done, we can have dinner,” she spoke, trying not to look at you.

“Okay…” you said quietly, then headed towards your bedroom. You were so confused as to why she acted like that. The only thing you could think of when you entered your room was;

Is she not telling me something?

 ~~~~~

The memory suddenly ends, causing you to come out of your trance-like state. Jungkook was… he was… they were real! Why had your mother tried to convince you otherwise? As you were having conflicting thoughts in your head, you heard Jungkook speak up.

“Y/n? Are you okay?”

You couldn’t even look into his eyes. You couldn’t even describe how you felt. You were… scared.

“J-Jungkook…” you whimpered, not being able to control the nervous lump forming in your throat. “Y-you’re…”

Concerned with how shaken up you were, he gently grasped your shoulders, trying to get you to look at him.

Shit, I shouldn’t have killed him with her around…

“Jungkook y-you’re…”

“I-I’m what?”

“You’re one of the seven sons of the untouchable gang… you’re Bangtan!”

Jungkook’s hands on your shoulders stiffened at the terrified sound your voice had. This is what he feared the most. He never wanted you to find out who he was, because he was fearful you’d react this way. It really broke him. With your widened eyes, and how you were shying away from his hold, was literally shattering his heart.

Why?

Because he loved you. And he didn’t want to let you go. Was it so foolish for him to believe that you’d accept him for who he was? Probably. He felt that he’d just be a burden to you.

But, he couldn’t help but feel a small sense of hope… that you’d love him no matter what. But who was he kidding. He was a monster. A monster destined for hell. Even after knowing this, he still wanted to try though. He still wanted to at least make you understand his story. No matter how horrid it was.

Grasping desperately onto your shoulders, Jungkook shakily spoke, “This is why I said we couldn’t be together…”

You looked up into his eyes, and saw the pained expression on his handsome face. Just seeing him sad was already starting to make you feel upset.

I don’t like seeing him like this…

“I said that, not because I didn’t want to be with you, but because I love too much,” he said softly, looking directly into your eyes. “And I don’t want anything bad to happen to you… because of who I am.”

He loves me… your heart fluttered, so happy to hear those words. Before you could say anything, he continued to softly speak.

“I was so afraid of you finding out who I was, because I didn’t want you to hate me. I didn’t want you to fear me. I just… I j-just wanted you to know that I never wanted the life that was forced upon me.”

What does he mean?

“I never wanted to be apart of this gang, I’ve always hated it. But I had no choice.” He said bitterly. “Do you know why I was born? It was because my mother was innocently walking to the grocery store late at night by herself one time, and got kidnapped by my father, as he thought she was pretty. He abused her, made her his slave, raped her… and then she got pregnant with me.”

Oh my god…

“That’s how all seven of us were born. How his ‘Bangtan Boys’ were born. He abducted four innocent women and had his way with them, until they reproduced a son for him.”

Four? Does that mean some of them are full blooded brothers? Where are all of them now? But wait… didn’t Jungkook say he killed his own mother though? What is going on?!

“They raised us to become assassins. Taking care of anyone who crossed paths with our empire,” he spoke in a remorseful tone. “That night when I first met you and fainted… it was because you said something that reminded me of my first time ending someone’s life. I was with my father, Agma, and I refused to kill the man who kneeled defensively in front of me. I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to do it. But he got mad with me, held me against my will, and forced me to hold the gun in my hand as he pulled the trigger. I didn’t even know the man I had just killed, but I still screamed and cried in guilt. My father was pissed that I disobeyed him, so he threw me to the ground and beat me till my eyes were swollen shut and had four fractured ribs. I was only 12 at the time.”

Your heart ached for him. He was so young, and had such a troubling life. And you thought you had to go through hard times, but yours was nothing compared to his. Jungkook…

“When I turned 16, I had finally had enough. I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t want to continue living as the monster I was forced to be. So I ran. I ran away as far as I could. I had nothing though, no money, no food, no shelter… I had nobody. I spent three days sleeping in dark alleyways on the streets. I couldn’t even try to steal food or anything, because I was scared my father would find me. I thought I was going to die. But then one man had approached me randomly. He saw the state I was in, and offered me food and shelter if I could do a favour for him. I remember he kept looking at my face and body… and wasn’t too difficult to figure out what he wanted from me. I said no though, but then he offered me money. And it was a lot of money which I really needed. So I accepted, and he took me to his penthouse and…”

You saw his eyes water, as he tried to blink away the tears that were threating to fall. You instinctively reached out to gently wipe away a single tear that rolled down his bruising face.

“That was my first time, and I remember I went to the washroom afterwards and just sat in there to cry for half an hour,” he chuckled slightly. “But he liked me, and said that he knew that many people would be willing to pay plenty of money to have sex with me. I should’ve said no, but I didn’t.”

Why…?

“I just… liked it. Not only for the pleasure aspect but, it helped me forget. It helped me take my mind off all the horrible things I had done. It helped me forget the monster I was,” he said with a gloomy expression. “And that’s how I was introduced to that very brothel you met me at. They didn’t even care that I was only fucking 16 at the time,” he laughed bitterly.

That’s why he became a prostitute, to help him forget and deal with everything that’s happened to him…

“And when I met you… everything just felt right. You made me feel happy. You made feel that no matter how bad of a fuck up I was, that if I was with you, everything would be alright,” he said with a small smile. “So if you never want to see me again… I understand. Just know that you are the most special thing that’s ever happened to me, and I’d like to thank you for that.”

You couldn’t hold it anymore, you felt your tears slip as your heart felt like it was going to burst from your chest. He didn’t deserve any of the unfortunate events that’s happened to him. He deserved to be happy.

You smiled brightly as you cupped his face with both hands and kissed him softly on his plush lips. His eyes widen but he eagerly kisses you back, and you both could feel the emotional love you had for one another.

You broke the kiss just to glance directly into his warm eyes, “I could never hate you Jungkook. You already know how much I love you, and I don’t think I could stay away from you, even if you wanted me to.”

Jungkook smiled ethereally at you, then wrapped his arms around your waist to bring your body closely towards him to hug you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulder, and hug him back, as he digs his head into the crook of your neck.

“We have to get out of here,” he whispered, and you could identify the uneasiness to his voice.

“How? B-but wait, I still don’t know what happened to Jin,” you sputtered since you had no idea where he was. Besides that, even though there was no doubt you were completely in love with him, there were still so many questions that were bugging you. Like why would he kill his own mother? What had happened?

Before any of you could say anything further, the large metal door ‘clicked’ then was pushed open. Three men in black suits walked in, each holding large iron… baseball bats?

What do they even need those for!?!

“Get them!” one of them yelled, then instantly the other two charged towards you both.

Jungkook didn’t say anything as he let you go, and pushed you behind him protectively.

What is he doing? He can’t seriously try to fight them! He’s out numbered and they both have weapons!

You were scared, you didn’t know what you could do to help. Yes, you did know how to defend yourself from when you’d get into fights when you were younger – but this was different. These men all new how to fight, and were carrying weapons. You couldn’t win against them.

But all your doubts and worries were halted, as you watched the first man try to swing at Jungkook.

No!

As soon as the man raised his arm to swing the bat, Jungkook dashed forward and grabbed the arm that was about to hit him. He then pulled on the man’s extended arm towards him, and quickly pushed up against the mans elbow, till it snapped.

Your breath was caught in your throat as you watched the guard scream in agony and drop his bat on the ground, while the bone from his arm popped up through his skin.

Jungkook picked up the bat from the ground and smirked at the other two men, who were absolutely puzzled at how quickly Jungkook disarmed him.

“That was too easy,” Jungkook mocked, which caused the others to grit their teeth, and bolt towards him same time.

Jungkook put one foot behind another and raised his bat, getting ready for them to try and hit him. He dodged the first swing with ease, then kicked him hard in the stomach. The other man tried to hit Jungkook when his attention was on the other, but you grabbed one of the broken chair pegs, and threw it at the man’s back, causing him to turn around and face you.

“You shouldn’t have done that sweetheart,” he said with a snarl.

But before he could even take a step in your direction, Jungkook came behind him and used the bat to push against his neck, choking him. The man dropped his bat in panic, trying to free himself from choking to death. The other guard saw this and took this as an opportunity to swing at Jungkook, but Jungkook turned around instantly, making the guard hit the other guard instead, which knocked him out.

You stood in awe as the guard he was choking previously, dropped to the floor with the other guard who had passed out due to the pain of his broken arm. Jungkook’s skills were incomparable to these men – he was just way too advanced. He knew every move and action to make, regardless if he was outnumbered. Even when he was restrained he knew exactly how to get out, like it was some simple game. He was just… on another level.

The last remaining guard’s face had fear written all over it. He was already nervous going against the Jeon Jungkook, but seeing him fight in real life – terrified him. He felt as if the bat was completely useless at this point. Why couldn’t he have a gun instead?

“C’mon now,” Jungkook said intimidatingly. “You didn’t really think you could actually win in a fight against me, did you?”

The guards bottom lip quivered as he held up the bat with tight fists, trying to put on a brave act. He honestly just felt like running at this point, not listening to the boss’s orders.

Jungkook had enough of these men, and started to sprint towards the last standing man – until two gunshots were heard.

Your eyes widened in horror as you watched one bullet pierce through Jungkook’s right shoulder, and another penetrate his left thigh.

“Jungkook!” you screamed in terror, rushing towards him as he collapsed onto the ground in pain.

“Ughh, a pity really…” said a new voice from the doorway, as he slowly walked in to analyze the situation of the room.

He looked as if he was in his mid fifties, but still had a well built tall frame. You saw that he had a pistol in his hand, and he looked at the men on the floor in disgust.

“B-Boss!” the last standing guard stuttered, both relieved and nervous.

“Shut up Baro!” the middle-aged man snapped, angrily glaring at his men on the floor. “You couldn’t even land one hit on him for god’s sake.”

“I-I’m sorry… I ju-”

“Oh save it. Jaebum!” he yelled.

Another man with black hair entered, with a cold look on his face.

“You and Baro both make them kneel.”

You were already crouching down by Jungkook’s side as he was still laying in so much pain. He was already losing so much blood, and you were trying to stop the blood flow to his wound, before you felt a pair of arms force you away from him.

“No!” you yelled, as you saw the man named Jaebum pick up Jungkook into a kneeling position, like Baro had done to you.

The both of them gripped harshly at your and Jungkook’s shoulders to prevent movement. You heard Jungkook groan as Jaebum purposely pressed down onto his bullet wound.

Before you could yell at him to stop, you heard the ‘boss’ speak up as he sat down on the chair you had been tied to previously.

“Honestly, seeing at the mess you made Jungkook, I’m glad I didn’t give any of you shits a real gun,” he said in disappoint, as he gestured to the guards on the ground. “If I gave them a gun, I’m positive they would’ve shot and killed you in fear. That would be a pity, because I specifically ordered them not to kill you.”

“Fuck you,” Jungkook spat with venom, as he angrily glared at his father sitting calmly in the chair in front of you both.

“Now Jungkook, is that any way to speak to your daddy,” he said mockingly.

He’s Agma? Jungkook’s father…?

“I’ll never consider you as my father.”

“But why? You’re my dearest youngest son-”

“Shut up.”

“But it’s the truth! I would always fuck your mother-”

“SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” Jungkook screamed in pure rage, interrupting him.

His father just sat there with an amused evil smirk, enjoying Jungkook’s reaction. His smirk widened sadistically, as he spoke his next words. “Oh Jungkook, why are you so upset? I’m not the one who killed her.”

“You fucking… AGHH!” Jungkook yelped in pain, as Jaebum interrupted him by pushing extremely hard on his bullet wound.

“Stop! You’re hurting him!” you shouted, as you watched Jaebum cruelly smile at Jungkook’s cries.

“You’re making it seem like I’m the bad guy here, Jungkook.” He then turned his head towards you with a smile that gave you goosebumps. “Y/n dear…”

H-How does he know my name? How does he know me?

“Don’t you know the truth about Jungkook? He blames me for his mother’s death, but in reality, he’s the one who murdered her.”

“NO! It was because of you!” Jungkook screamed hysterically. “It’s all your fault she’s gone! You tricked me!”

Tricked him? What does he mean?

“When s-she got sick, you gave me those fucking pills, saying that they were medication to help her get better.” Jungkook said remorsefully. “But you lied to me! Those pills made her into an insane monster! She couldn’t even speak, eat, or recognize anything after I gave it to her.” He closed his eyes, as tears started to fall down his handsome face, remembering as he watched his mother become a ‘zombie’ like being. Those pills were meant to eat away at her brain, and make her go crazy. But Jungkook didn’t know that, since his father lied about the purpose of the pills.

“And when one day I brought food for her, she attacked me, trying to choke me to death.” Jungkook cried in pain from the horrid memory. “I tried to push her off, but I wasn’t strong enough… I was so young and weak. So I reached for the broken glass from the shattered plate of food, and stabbed her,” he choked. “But she didn’t stop… she just kept choking me. So I stabbed her again… and again… until she finally stopped – killing her. I was only 10 years old, I was so young and stupid. I actually believed you were helping me…”

Oh my god…

“You see? I told you, I wasn’t the one who ended her life.”

“Y-you’re a… you’re a sick human being,” you said with revolt, laced all over your voice. How could any person be so cruel? How could he? You never believed any person was truly ‘evil’ and deserved to go to hell – but not anymore.

“Tch, you too? You think I’m the bad one? Well I guess it doesn’t matter, since when I’m done killing him,” he pointed towards Jungkook, “I’ll kill you after.”

“Leave her alone. She has nothing to do with this. Set her free,” Jungkook spoke with a low voice.

“Oh Jungkookie, how wrong you are. She is very special; don’t you know that?” he suddenly said with an eerily sweet voice.

W-what…?

“I never knew you would grow up to be such a beautiful girl Y/n, he would have been so proud.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked in utter confusion.

“I see… what a shame. I guess I understand why your mother would not have wanted to tell you,” he said in amusement.

What is he talking about?

“Y/n dear, I’m gonna tell you a little secret…”

Both you and Jungkook stared at him, completely lost at what he was talking about.

“When I first built this empire, I had help. I couldn’t do it by myself. So, my closest friend of many years helped me. He was the only person I trusted. I loved him like he was my own brother. He helped me so much, and he even trained my sons with their fighting skills.”

Trained his sons? Does Jungkook know who he’s talking about?

Jungkook closed his eyes briefly, as he was trying to figure out who his father was referring to. He then remembers the kind face, of the man who had helped him build up his strength, and teach him different techniques to fight. He remembered he was practically the only one who was nice to him, before he died on a mission. But that was so long ago, that he could barely remember him because of how young he was. Regardless, why was he important? Why was his father randomly mentioning him?

“And for many years, we worked perfectly together, that is… until he met her,” Agma said with a dark expression. “He had been injured during a shoot out with another gang, and collapsed on the street. She had found him knocked out cold, loosing too much blood, then instantly brought him home to bandage him. She made him soft, she changed him. He fell in love with her, secretly married and even had a child with her, without telling me,” he scoffed. “Of course, when I found out I felt betrayed. I told him if he wanted to keep her alive, he would have to give her to me, and let me impregnate her to give me another son,” he laughed in bitterness. “He refused, and that’s when I realized that bitch had changed his heart. He didn’t want to be apart of the empire we built anymore. He just wanted to be with her and his child. But I wouldn’t have that. No, he needed to be punished for his betrayal to me… so I killed him.”

Why is he telling me this?

He then had a sadistic grin, awaiting your reaction to his revelation. “Now tell me Y/n, do you know who this man was?”

“No…” you whispered.

“He was your father.”

You found it hard to breathe as you finally learnt the truth about who your father was. Why he never showed up. Why he never came home. Why your mother always lied about him. And why she told you to stop seeking answers about the ‘untouchable gang’. She just wanted to protect you. She didn’t want you to get hurt from the truth.

“Y-you’re his daughter…” Jungkook whispered in astonishment. He never even knew that he had a child or wife. He only knew that he was a kind strong man, who often cared more about him and his brother’s well-being, than his father ever did.

“Oh wait, but that’s not it! I have more to tell you!” Agma shouted hysterically. “But I think I’d rather have someone else do it… Ken! Bring him in!”

There’s more…?

The man named Ken then walks in, shoving a cuffed and beaten Jin to the ground.

“Jin!” you gasped.

He looked horrible – his handsome face was all bruised and swollen up, his lip was busted open, and he had a black eye, and you could see dark purple marks near his collarbones, which indicated that there were probably worse bruises on his chest and abdomen.

“Ah so you already know my eldest son, Seokjin!”

Eldest son? Jungkook and Jin were brothers?!? Jin was also apart of Bangtan?!

“That’s great that you know him! Maybe this will be easier on you then,” the middle-aged man chuckled cruelly. “Did you know that all those years ago, on that night where your mother had died, you were supposed to die to?”

Both you and Jungkook froze, dreading Agma’s mind games. What was he talking about? Your mother had died because of an accident. Right?

“But you didn’t, and that’s what always confused me. I was told that you both died in that car explosion, but I found out not to long ago that I was lied to,” he seethed, glaring at Jin who lay weakly on the ground. “Jin, why don’t you tell her what really happened that night, hmm?”

What the hell was he talking about?

“Y/n…” Jin coughed as he tried to look at you through his swollen eyes. “Your father was a great man.”

My father…

“He loved you and your mother very much and did everything he could to protect you both, even giving up his life. Before he was killed, he told me about you and your mother, and entrusted me that when the moment was needed – I would protect you both.”

He did…?

“I was only 13 when he died, and I remember he gave me the location to your home. Your mother answered, and she already started crying because she knew that I was there to tell her about your father’s death,” he spoke sadly. “I remember that was the first time I ever saw you. You didn’t notice me, but you were playing with a bunch of toys on the floor. You were probably only around 7 or 8 years old at the time, and you had really short hair,” he smiled a little at the memory of first seeing you. “I tried so hard the next couple of years after to always fake your location, so my father would never find you. But eventually he did, and I panicked. I snuck off, and called your mother to warn her about them coming.”

That’s why mom made us pack up and leave so suddenly…

“When he was picking people on the mission to go and kill you both, I convinced him to send me also. I thought I could save you both, but my partners who were with me, made it so difficult,” he closed his eyes hating the memory. “One van was sent to your house, and another was sent on a look out for your car. I was in the van that was at your home, because I was worried you both hadn’t left yet. And when I got the call that the others had spotted your car, I was scared. I couldn’t bare letting your father down. It was his dying wish to protect you both. So I shot the driver in the head, and drove to where the other van was following you. No matter how many red light’s I ran, I couldn’t make it in time. When the other van had crashed into your car, I got out and killed the rest of my partners in the van that crashed into you. Then I ran to get you both-”

“I f-fell out the window,” you stuttered, finding it difficult to take in all this information.

“No Y/n, you didn’t,” Jin spoke weakly. “You were still in the car when it flipped over, you never fell out.”

How is that possible? I would have died then, if I was still in the car.

“Do you remember when I told you I got the burn on my arm from spilling boiling water?”

You nodded your head in acknowledgement.

Jin took a deep breath as he continued, “I actually got it from pulling you out of the flipped car.”

“W-what? That can’t be true, the doctors told me-”

“I payed them to tell you that.”

“But my mom…”

“I-I’m sorry…” Jin choked, feeling tears threating to fall. “After I pulled you out of the car, I tried to pull your mother out too, but her legs were crushed from the impact of the crash. She was stuck in there, and no matter how hard I tried to drag her out, it was useless. She knew I couldn’t get her out in time, and told me to just go and take you, and make sure to keep you safe. Even when the fire was forming I still tried to get her out till the last second, but then the car exploded, burning my arm.”

Even till she died, all she ever worried about was keeping me safe…

“I carried your conscious form safely away from the explosion and called the ambulance to take you to the hospital… I’m so sorry Y/n. I’m sorry I couldn’t save your father or your mother. I-I’m just… please forgive me,” Jin mumbled in grief.

My parents both died, to protect me…

You were speechless. You had tears streaming down your face as you couldn’t believe all the secrets that had been revealed. They… were horrible. HE was horrible. He was terrible, such a horrid man that deserved to go to hell. HE caused all of this. He caused everyone pain.

You hated him.

“How can you live with yourself?” you seethed, as you stared directly into the smirking middle-aged man’s eyes.

Surprised at you acknowledging him, he pointed to himself. “Are you talking to me, sweetheart?”

“Yes I’m talking to YOU!”

“Why are you raising your voice at me? Did you not hear his story? I didn’t do any-”

“It’s because of you! Everything bad that’s happened is because of you! All of it is your damn fault!” you screamed in nothing but pure hatred.

He narrowed his eyes at you, “I don’t like the tone to your voice you’re using Y/n.”

“Well I don’t like YOU, and I don’t give a shit about what you think,” you spat.

The man’s nostrils flared, as he glared at you angrily. “Ohh look who’s so tough now?” he then looked towards the three guards who were holding you all down and demanded, “Beat them.”

You froze at his command, being worried mainly for both Jungkook and Jin. Jungkook could barely keep his eyes open because of the amount of blood he was losing, and Jin was restrained and could hardly move because of how badly he was beaten. You had to protect them, but you were outnumbered. But as soon as you heard Jungkook grunt in pain from the first hit Jaebum gave him – you didn’t care. YOU were going to try to protect them, even if you ended up getting hurt severely.

As soon as the one named ‘Baro’ had shoved you roughly to the ground, you caught him off guard by rolling onto your back and kicking him in the stomach. He crouched over in pain, and you used that to your advantage to wrap your left arm around his neck, and punch him directly on the nose with your right fist. You heard and felt a sickening ‘crack’ as Baro stumbled backwards clutching his nose in pain.

“You bitch! You fucking broke my nose!” he hollered as blood was gushing out of his nostrils.

You’re about to charge at him, but your instantly pulled back by Jaebum gripping your hair harshly.

“Aghh!” you groaned, as he tugged roughly, making you fall on your butt.

Even though Jungkook could barely focus, since he was starting to feel dizzy, he still felt his bold boil at the sound of someone hurting you. He quickly got up and tackled Jaebum to the ground, making him let you go. Before Jungkook could land a sold punch on his face, Jaebum quickly dug two fingers into Jungkook’s bullet wound, causing the bullet to deepen.

“AGHH!” Jungkook screamed in agony, rolling off of Jaebum.

“Jungkook!” you exclaimed, as you glanced over to him in concern.

That was a mistake though, since the man who was guarding Jin, took this opportunity to punch you directly in the temple while you were still off guard. As soon as you felt his fist connect to your head, your vision instantly blurred and you fell to the ground.

“Y/n!” both Jungkook and Jin yelled in unison.

“Wow Y/n, I’m shocked! Your father would’ve been so proud to see that you have his strength,” Agma said in amusement.

You could barely hear anything properly, as that blow to your head was slowly making you lose consciousness, but the last thing you clearly remember hearing was the panicked voice of a random man over a walkie talkie, stuttering at how they had been breached.

~~~~~

It was quiet.

It was dark.

Where were you?

Weren’t you just fighting with someone?

What happened?

Your head hurt, that was for sure.

You tried to open your eyes, but couldn’t for some reason. What was going on?

“Y/n.”

A voice. Who’s voice? You’ve heard that voice before, right?

“Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten how I sounded like!”

It was a woman’s voice. A very familiar sounding voice. You knew this voice. Why hadn’t you thought of it sooner? But you were still unsure. It couldn’t be HER voice, right?

“M-mom?” you asked timidly.

“Ohh, so you do remember!” she teased.

“Mom…?!”

The voice chuckled at you. “Who else would it be?”

“Mom?!” you exclaimed again, in confusion.

That was her voice! You knew her voice from anywhere! Especially because you missed it so much.

“Oh great, I think you’ve broken her darling. The only thing she can say is ‘mom’,” spoke another voice, a deeper voice – a man’s voice.

This voice you did not recognize. But even though you didn’t know it, it some how brought a sense of calmness to you.

“I know you don’t remember me Y/n, but I just wanted to let you know I never stopped thinking about you. Not even once. I always wanted to come home and see you and your mother. I’m sorry…” the man’s voice spoke sadly.

Is it him? Can it really be him?

“D-Dad…?” you questioned shyly.

“That’s right,” he smiled.

It was your dad! And it was your mom! It was both of your parents! But how though? Weren’t they dead? This couldn’t be real. What was going on?

“Mom, Dad… am I dreaming?”

“Well, the answer can be yes. It depends on you,” your mother spoke.

“What do you mean?”

“She means that this can be whatever you think of it to be,” said your father.

“Ohh… then I must be dreaming then, right?”

“It’s time for us to go…”

“Go? Go where? No, don’t go!” you said in desperation.

“It’s okay sweetheart, this is only a dream, remember?”

“B-but I still want to talk to you guys…” you said solemnly.

“It’s alright, okay? Just remember that we’ll always love you…”

“No wait! Please don’t go yet!” you shouted.

But there was silence. They were gone. But why hadn’t you wakened up yet?

“Y/n?”

Another voice, a light and soft voice of a woman. Except you didn’t recognize this voice. Who was this woman?

“I just wanted to say thank you.”

For what? What was she talking about.

“Thank you for taking care of him. Thank you for making him happy.”

“Who?” you asked softly.

The voice giggled delicately at you.

“The one you’re in love with, silly.”

~~~~~

You’re instantly woken up by the sounds of gunshots and yelling, that sounded like it was coming out of the room. You look around and gasp in horror to see that Jin and Jungkook were beaten even more badly, from when you were unconscious. The guards that were fighting with you were all talking to Agma, as he screeched at them hysterically.

“How the fuck have we been broken into? Who the fuck is attacking us?! Who was the fucking shithead that was on lookout?!?” Agma screamed at his men.

“B-Boss we don’t know, it was a complete surprise-”

“Ughh just get out of my fucking sight and go deal with it!” he hollered, causing all three of his men to scurry out the door.

You then silently watched as he grabbed at his greying hair and pulled it in frustration.

There are several other shouts heard and loud thuds, till you could hear pairs of footsteps marching towards the room you were all in.

“This must be one of your doings,” he glanced angrily between Jin and Jungkook.

Then the room went silent, as you heard Jungkook snicker. He didn’t stop there though, he soon ended up bursting into laughter, no matter how badly he was injured.

“You’re scared, aren’t you?” Jungkook wheezed.

His father growls in utmost rage and grabs his gun, stomping his way towards Jungkook.

“No matter what happens, I am finally going to kill you Jungkook,” he said sinisterly, as he pointed the gun towards him, with his finger on the trigger ready to shoot.

Your heart froze as you watched Jungkook calmly stare at the gun, almost as if he was accepting his fate. While Agma turned his head back to the distracting yelling, Jungkook quickly glanced at you and mouthed;

“RUN.”

Run?

But, how could you? You couldn’t just let him sacrifice himself to protect you. You had already lost two people because of that. You couldn’t live in a world where you didn’t have Jungkook beside you. You didn’t want to live in a world like that. Your heart couldn’t bare it.

And as you saw Agma turn back in alarm to shoot Jungkook in the heart because he heard the ‘attackers’ footsteps approaching – you then knew what you were going to do.

As soon as you saw the motion he made to pull the trigger, Jungkook closed his eyes in anticipation, knowing his end was about to come.

“No!” you screamed and flung yourself in front of Jungkook, shielding him.

And then the shots were fired.

“Y/N!!!!”

You instantly dropped to the ground at the searing pain your stomach was in. You glanced down as you saw your shirt soaking in your blood at the gaping bullet wound in your stomach. You could barely breathe, as tears were streaming down your face.

You saw Jungkook lean over with his crying, bruising face.

“Oh god, oh god! Y/n… fuck!” he sobbed in agony, barely able to speak properly. “Why’d you do that? Y/n, oh my god.”

You could feel his tears falling onto you and you wanted to desperately wipe them away to comfort him, but you didn’t even have enough strength to lift your arm.

“J-Jungkook,” you managed to choke out.

You felt yourself getting light-headed, as it just felt like you were… falling? Your vision was starting to get blurry, as you literally felt the life draining out of you.

“H-hey! Y/n, stay with me! Don’t close your eyes!” Jungkook hiccupped, lightly tapping on your tear-streaked cheeks. “Y-you can’t leave me! I’m gonna get you fixed up, and you’ll get better!

“J-Jungkook…”

“And when you’re better, I’m going to quit my job, and we can… get married! And w-we’ll have as many kids as we want! And we’ll live in a h-huge house!”

“You want…” you coughed, trying to speak to him. “You want to marry me?”

Jungkook smiled at you through his tears and spoke softly, “Of course I do! You’re the only person I want to be with. But first you gotta hang on for me okay? Don’t close your eyes.”

“I’d love t-to marry you,” you smiled back at him, even though you knew that you were dying in his arms.

You didn’t even notice that there was another ‘thud’ when you fell, but you heard multiple pairs of footsteps enter the room.

I have to at least say it to him one last time…

“Jungkook i…”

“Shh… don’t speak, you’re using up too much energy.”

But your vision was starting to fade too much, and you knew you were running out of time.

“J-Jungkook…”

“Don’t worry Y/n, help is almost here.”

“I’ll a-always love you,” you finally managed to say, as your eyes were starting to feel too heavy to keep open.

“Y/n?” Jungkook called, only to see you struggle to keep your eyes open. “H-Hey no! You have to keep your eyes open for me! Please Y/n! Please don’t leave me!” he whimpered. “Please, I need you in my life… I can’t lose you…”

But his pleas were starting to fall on deaf ears as you were losing your ability to hear. As your vision was slowly fading to complete darkness, you could still see the angelic face of Jungkook before it engulfed you. And even though he was crying with bloodshot red eyes, you still couldn’t help but think that he looked like an angel…

An angel in the darkness…

[youaremynewdream]

See You Later

Final Fantasy XV Noctis/Prompto College AU words: 1750

Prompto finally asked Noct out on a date...

...but now it's 45 minutes past the hour and Noct is pretty sure Prompto has stood him up.

quick light college au first date for my boys. Just a wee bit of angst mixed in for funsies. <3

Read on AO3 here!

He was late.

Again.

Not that this is anything out of the ordinary for Prompto, being late on rainy evenings is almost commonplace at this point. But normally when you make plans with someone, specifically plans that are supposed to be enjoyable, you should at least attempt to arrive on time.

Alas, the clock on the wall of the restaurant ticks on, seeming to mask the quiet banter of the few patrons scattered about the dining room.

Noct's thumb traces circles around the rim of his half empty water glass in place of conversation. The condensation from the melted ice had already made their way to encircle the bottom of the glass, no doubt adding another ring to the faded fake wood of the table.

Noct shifts in the peeling vinyl booth, the uncomfortable sound of sweat on leather making its presence known too loudly in his ears, clashing with the lilting folk song humming on the speakers above him.

He sighs. Where could he be? He had anticipated maybe up to 15 minutes of tardiness, for loose shoelaces or a forgotten wallet were a common occurrence in Prompto's life. However, according to his phone it was now 19:47, much later than some typical clumsiness would cause, at least not without a quick text or phone call.

Without realizing it, Noct begins to furiously tap the table with his free hand, alerting the waitress of his now nearly empty glass.  She quietly makes her way over with the pitcher, a small knowing smile painted on her lips.

"More water?" she asks politely.

Noct nods, not looking up from his phone on the table.  The waitress fills his glass and pauses, asking, "Have you decided to order something? Perhaps an appetizer while you wait?"  She hovers for a moment as Noct clicks off the screen with a sigh and glances at the menu.

"Uh... I guess I'll have an order of white rice... and some chicken skewers for now?"  Noct's fingers curl around the edges of the menu. He's not giving up yet. Releasing his menu would only confirm that he didn't think his date wasn't coming.

Writing his order down on a small pad of paper she smiles, a little relieved. "I'll go let the kitchen know, feel free to call me over if your er... friend shows up, alright?" she says.

Noct only responds by slightly bowing his head, unlocking the screen to open his texts once more, barely noticing her footsteps as she left him alone once more.

The texts remain unchanged.

It says delivered, not read.  His phone calls kept reaching voicemail but that didn't stop him from calling the other boy one more time.

"Hello! You've reached the phone of Prompto Argentum!  I probably didn't hear this call so leave a message or a text and I'll get back to you A S A P!"

The tone beeps and Noct hangs up instantly.  He's already left at least 4 messages, what good would another one do?

20:15

The burnt orange tiled walls reflect the streetlights that seem to burn brighter every moment outside. His appetizers arrive without a word, and he nibbles on them while he keeps swiping through the different apps on his phone, desperately trying to pass the time.

20:52

His spoon scrapes the bottom of the plate, finally resigning to eat the last grain of rice.  As the waitress comes to take his plates away, he hastily asks for more rice and a cup of coffee before she can ask him if he wants his check.

The texts still only say delivered.

Outside the light rain from earlier seems to get heavier, each drop of water pounding into the window beside him demanding its presence known.

Staring past his reflection in the window he desperately tries to find Prompto's face in the strangers that pass by, but none of them fit. Too tall, too short, a sea of black and brown hair without the golden hue his heart aches for.

They had been friends for a while now, since freshman year of college, and they were currently juniors. Noct had never been one to act on his feelings, even friendships were hard to come by for him.

But Prompto had been the one to come up to him, to introduce himself, to ask to hang out, and now, ask him out on a date. He was always warm, always welcoming, declaring his opinions to the world as soon as the right words came to mind.

He was everything Noct wasn't.

It isn't until the 3rd sip of his coffee that Noct remembers that he hates the stuff.

21:37

The waitress declares that it's last call for food from the kitchen before they close.  He orders 2 green curries to go and a refill on his coffee.

Prompto knew Noct liked him before he knew it himself. Small confessions and laughter on friendly road trips had set this path in stone.  Noct had never dated anyone, never really wanted to. But when Prompto asked, how could he say no?

Before he knew it he realized his heart flutters every time they touch, and there wasn't anyone he'd rather fall for.

But here he is, alone in a strange restaurant with coffee that tastes like crushed beetles, a singular fly that keeps returning to his plate no matter how much you wave it away, and whispering waiters who must be pitying him by now. What is happening here? Is this all a prank? Is someone going to pop out and laugh at him for even thinking he could date such a beautiful, bright person?

No, Prompto would never.  He said he would be here. He promised.

Prompto never breaks a promise.

21:58

Noct leaves two twenties on the table and walks out with a bag full of hot curry and a empty feeling in the pit in his stomach.

Outside the rain is still coming down in sheets.  Taking one last look at the street around him, Noct searches for any shimmer of gold in the darkness.  Finding nothing but grey, he puts up his umbrella and slowly makes his way towards his home.

22:31

Noct reaches his apartment relatively dry.  Under the awning he sets down the curry, shakes the water off of his umbrella, and begins to fiddle with his keys when he hears him.

"NOOOOCCCTTT!"

The familiar voice makes him turn around instantly.

Blue eyes match his and Noct doesn't pause in running out in the rain to meet him.

Without hesitation they embrace, their warmth piercing through the sharp cold. Prompto's tears mix with the raindrops as he cries out a string of apologies.  Noct hushes him.

"Prom, you're soaking wet let's get you inside okay?"  Prompto nods and they head inside.

"Noct... I'm so sorry I can explain I... I... oh Six you must hate me you must think I just ignored you gahh I'm so sorry I--"

"Prompto.  Calm down, okay." Noct tosses a towel at him and Prompto catches it midair.  Noct sighs, "Now why don't you dry off, you must be freezing." Prompto pouts, but buries his face in the towel anyway.

"Hey Prom, did you eat anything"

Still encased in the towel Prompto manages to muffle out a version of "no."  Noct blasts the curry in the microwave for a minute then plops it in front of Prompto with a fork.

"Eat."

Prompto emerges from his towel cage and his jaw drops at the sight of the food.  "Noct... you didn't have to get me anything! I was supposed to pay I was-

Noct pushes the food closer to him. "Eat. Then talk."  Prompto reluctantly takes a bite, then moans at the taste and begins to shovel it in.

Noct chuckles, "That good, huh?"

Prompto nods, " 's tha best!" He eats a few more bites then slows, the frown returning to his face.  "Noct... I really am sorry, I tried to be there on time, early even! But... well you know me... if one thing goes wrong everything else has to follow..."

Noct remains silent, waiting for the blond to continue. Prompto takes a deep breath, "I was heading out on my bike. I finally got one used, you know I've been saving up for it. I had left early to pick it up from this guy's house, I wanted to show it to you tonight!  But... I might have not thought to look at the forecast? So the rain caught me by surprise and... I don't even know how I crashed but suddenly I was spinning and then I was on the ground and it was a mess dude."

Noct stops him there, "Wait, are you okay? are you hurt??"

Holding up his arms Prompto weakly smiles, "Just scrapes and bruises, thankfully.  My phone and bike on the other hand weren't so lucky. First the police showed up, then they made me go to the hospital, and I couldn't remember your number and I had to run my way here and... Ugh. Noct..."

Prompto looks down at the ground, hiding the prickling tears tempting to spill over.  "And the entire time all I could think about was how you must have been feeling... I'd been waiting so long for this... I care about you so much and... and I've wanted to be with you and... here I am already ruining our first date.  You must think I'm awfully stupid-"

Without thinking Noct gently pulls Prompto's face to his and kisses him softly, then pulls away as quick as he leaned in.  "I... I’m sorry I just-"

Prompto cuts him off with his lips, answering the unasked question as they deepen the kiss until they finally break away with Prompto chuckling.

Noct tenses, "What... was that bad? I... I haven't really..."

Shaking his head, Prompto clarifies, "No no, it's not that, I just... ha, I can't believe that I basically stood you up on a date, and now I get free food and a kiss? I should screw up more often."

Noct smiles and joins him in laughing, "Please don't, you're going to make me age thirty years with worry for your safety."  Softening, he reaches for Prompto's hand, "I'm just glad you're alright... when you didn't respond... I didn’t know what to think but… are you sure you really are okay?"

Squeezing his hand in return Prompto smiles wider.  "Honestly Noct? I've never been better."

Noct couldn't agree more.

[feelsgood-anon]

Eros - Bar AU [Season 2] Chapter 5, Part 1

DISCLAIMER: THIS PIECE IS A MYSTIC MESSENGER AU.  IT IS HEAVILY INSPIRED BY THE AMERICAN SITCOM CHEERS, A SHOW CENTERED AROUND A BOSTON BAR CALLED CHEERS AND IT’S REGULARS.  EVEN THOUGH I HAVE TRIED TO KEEP AS MUCH OF CANON PERSONALITIES WITH ALL THE MYSTIC MESSENGER CHARACTERS JUST REMEMBER THAT IT IS AN AU AND A FEW THINGS MAY BE DIFFERENT THAN IN GAME OR YOUR HEADCANONS. THIS HAS BEEN FUN TO PLAN AND I HOPE YOU FIND A BIT OF JOY READING IT!  

PG13+ FOR SWEARIN’ AND BOOZIN’.

[Season 1]

[Season 2] | Prologue | Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5p1 | Ch. 5p2 |

“Boss, can I go home early? This place is dead.” Red groaned as he started to shine the glasses behind the bar for the third time, “You don’t really need me here, yeah?” Zen sighed loudly, “I honestly would let you, but since it is an easy night, I need to try to catch up on some paperwork. Keep an eye out while I’m in the office?”

Red mumbled an ‘okay’ and walked out from behind the bar, deciding to go chat with a few customers at the tables.

Duckie looked up from the books and papers that he had sprawled in front of him, waving to Zen, “Hey, could I get a beer before you leave?” “Sure thing, bud. Why are you studying here anyway?” Zen asked as he poured the drink, “Wouldn’t you be able to focus more at home?” “Well, I have a test tomorrow and I don’t want to get distracted by my games. Plus, it’s pretty quiet here so I can study just fine!” Zen furrowed his brow as he slid the glass towards the blonde, “Everyone keeps reminding me that it’s slow today. It will pick up in a few hours! The night is still young.” “Let’s hope so. I could be working on an essay right now,” Sunny yawned as she had set herself the task to neatly fold all the napkins, “I hate boring nights like these.”

Jingle~! “Good evening, everyone.”

“Sugar!” He raised a brow, looking around at the nearly empty space, “One of those nights?”

“Gahh!” Zen exclaimed, throwing his towel into the air, “I’ll be in the office.” Sugar sat at the bar, watching Zen storm off, “And why is he in a mood?” “He’s being sensitive about the lack of customers. Maybe he’s just getting the itch, eh? I read that people going through recovery can have anxious moments.” Red replied as he came back around to serve Sugar wine, “He’ll be fine.” They both turned when they heard Zen yell something intangible, a sleepy looking Cannon being pushed out the door. He rubbed his eyes, making his way towards the bar top, “Man, he can really kill a good nap.” “Perhaps you shouldn’t be sleeping while on the clock.” Sugar said flatly, sipping at his wine, “I wouldn’t be so thrilled either.” “It’s not like I’m needed out here. Sunny can handle two tables.” Cannon sneered. “And me!” Duckie said excitedly, “I’m here too!”

“You don’t count, dumb ass. You could probably just fill your own glass of beer.” Cannon rolled his eyes, “I meant real customers.”

“Hey, he is a real customer! Don’t give Duckie a hard time!” Sunny chimed in, frowning as she put her arm around Duckie’s shoulders, “Cut him some slack, eh?” Cannon pursed his lips, shrugging, “Whatever.”

Sugar chuckled, “My my...aren’t we submissive today?”

“Shut up! What’s the point in arguing with her, anyway? She’s usually right!” Cannon retorted, crossing his arms. Sunny’s eyes lit up, “You think so? That’s so sweet of you to say!” She moved towards him and put a hand on his shoulder, “See how easy it is to be nice?” “It’s easy to be nice to you…” Cannon muttered under his breath. Sugar’s eyes snapped towards him, smirking as he finally understood what was going on, “Hmm...anyways, I wonder where Clicks is. We were suppose to go to a gallery opening tonight. It’s not like him to be late.” “With Goldie being on a rampage? I would guess he got caught trying to pry her off of him.” Red said, refilling Sugar’s glass, “Of all people, you know how she gets.” Sugar rubbed at his temples as a slight irritation started to cross him, “Don’t remind me. I want to have a relaxing night tonight.” Duckie cleared his throat, frowning at both of them, “Hey, I’m right here, you know.” “I am aware, Duckie. I would assume you would recognize that she acts inappropriately with Clicks. There is no excuse for how she treats him at times.” Duckie let out a sigh, “I know she can do weird things when she’s stressed, but it doesn’t mean that I like when you guys talk so badly about her. She’s my cousin, after all. And she’s done a lot for me! It’s okay if you don’t like her, but could you guys could not be so mean when I’m around?”

“Let’s talk about something else, then!” Sunny clapped her hands, “We could play a game! How about charades? That's a fun one!”

Cannon rolled his eyes once more, “That is the dumbest game. Why do you just want to look like a fool in front of everyone?”

Sunny swatted Cannon away, “Oh shush. Okay, I'll go first!” she stepped back, facing Duckie. She held up three fingers.

“Three words!” Duckie exclaimed excitedly as he played along with her.

She nodded, holding her hand out flat. With her other hand she began making a scooping motion.

“Digging? Rowing? You're rowing a boat?”

She shook her head, then making the scooping motion towards her mouth. Her lips opened wide to accentuate the chewing process, her head bobbing up and down.

“Uhh, dancing? Head bobbing to a beat?”

She let out a frustrated sigh and shook her head once more. She held up two fingers, pointing to them.

“Second word?”

She nodded happily, wrapping her arms around her chest. Rubbing her arms up and down her biceps, she shivered violently.

“You're having a seizure.” Sugar scoffed as he interjected. Sunny turned towards him and frowned, “No!” whirling back towards Duckie, she started shivering again.

“Cold? Freezing?”

She nodded, moving her hands for him to continue with that train of thought.

“Mmm...ice? Snow?”

“Yes!” She shouted, but pursed her lips as she was supposed to be silent. She held up three fingers then.

“Third word!”

Sunny held her arms out, curling her hands into a cylindrical shape. She pretended to squeeze a bit, using one hand to motion something coming out and spraying into her face.

Zen had come out of his office then to witness this, freezing in place as he saw her gestures. Cannon had a hand covering as much of his flushed face as possible.

“A water hose spraying you in the face…?” Duckie guessed.

“That's what some would call it, I suppose.” Sugar mused as he took great enjoyment at how the rest of them were interpreting her.

“Ugh!” Sunny dropped her hands, thinking of how else she could do it. She perked, holding her hand out once more as if she were gripping something. She licked the air, eyes lighting up as if she were enjoying a treat. She faked a frown, making gestures as if something were dripping. Dropping her head, she again licked the air as if she were lapping up whatever was falling.

“Sunny!” Zen exclaimed, his own cheeks starting to turn bright pink.

“What?” She asked when she turned to him, “We’re playing charades!”

“What were you acting out?” Cannon squeaked, the color of his face almost matching his hair color.

Sugar cleared his throat, “Eating ice cream.”

“Yeah!” Sunny cheered, “He got it!”

“That's one lucky ice cream…” Zen muttered under his breath.

“Huh?” She wanted to question him more but noticed a table of hers waving he over, “Oh, I'll be right back! You guys decide who's next!”

Once she walked off, Cannon squirmed and quickly made his way out from the bar, “I need to use the bathroom.”

“Shit, I might have to as well.” Zen replied, rubbing the back of his neck, “How clueless can she be?”

“Perhaps you are just too perverted? It was obvious what she was doing and knowing how innocent she is, you shouldn't have let your mind fall to the gutter,” Sugar responded as he pushed his empty glass towards the edge.

Zen went to refill the glass but Sugar refused, “I won't be here for long. Clicks should be here any moment. You haven't heard from him, have you?”

“Not today. I know you two had a date tonight but you're old enough to not need a chaperone on your ass.” Zen replied as he took the glass to the sink, “Where are you guys going again?”

“A friend of his is debuting their art in a gallery tonight and he asked me to join him. You're still invited if you'd like to come. A three way date would be more fun than this place tonight.”

Zen scrunched his nose in distaste, “No thanks. That's not my thing. A lot of people talking about subjects I don't know and being expected to act high class. There's a reason why I own a bar,” He held his arms out to the tables, “This is my crowd.”

“It's a small crowd you surround yourself with,” Sugar joked, “Anyhow, the offer is still open. If he ever shows up, that is.” He checked his wristwatch before glancing at his phone, “If he is being held up by that blasted woman, it won't be a pleasant night from him.”

Sunny came back around, pointing to Duckie, “since you lost you have to act! Watch out, I'm really good at guessing!”

Duckie let out a sigh and stood up, “Okay, but I'm not that great. I'll give it a try!”

***********

A few hours passed and Sunny had managed to get everyone in on the game, yet all Sugar could do was constantly look at his phone. He slowly became more angry as the time went by, fully convinced that he was stood up due to Goldie.

“The nerve of him!” Sugar exclaimed loudly, the entire staff jumping at his voice, “I am this close to going to his apartment and dragging him out to the street by his neck!”

“Calm down, Sugar. He probably has a good excuse. Or at least...a reason.” Zen chirped as he filled a glass of wine and handed it over, “Just relax!”

“How can I relax when-” Sugar was cut off as his phone rang. Seeing Clicks’ name on the screen he picked it up promptly, “Where the hell are you? I've been waiting at Eros for hours.” He answered sternly. His eyebrow twitched as the familiar female voice spoke on the other line. “What? You have to make his phone calls for him now as well?”

All color drained from the man’s face as Goldie hysterically spoke. “An accident? How...what hospital did they take him to? I’ll be there soon.”

At the mention of hospitals, Zen immediately slid over towards Sugar, “What's going on?”

Sugar downed the entire glass of wine that Zen had previously set in front of him, “I don't know the details but Clicks was rushed to the hospital. I need to go.”

Zen ripped his apron off, “I’m coming too. Close up for me tonight, would yah?” He asked as he waved to Red.

Red nodded, “Sure thing boss. Everything okay?”

“I hope so,” Sugar answered, “Let’s go, Zen. I don’t want to waste anymore time.”

*********

Once they were in Jumin’s car, Zen looked over at him, “Things will be okay, you know.”

Jumin massaged at his temples, “I was so filled with rage, I didn't even think that anything bad would have happened.”

“It’s a natural reaction. Rika has been worse these past few weeks so of course you think she was the reason for him to be late. Don't beat yourself up, okay? At least she had the decency to call you. Maybe she does recognize that you are important in his life?”

“Mmmm. Perhaps. Remind me to thank her when we get there.”

Zen laughed, “You? Thank her? That will be a sight to see. Would you like me to record it as well? When you're old and gray, you'll want to remember when you showed mercy to an otherwise terrible human being.”

Jumin turned to glare at Zen, “Don’t push your luck. I'm not in the mood.”

“There’s my princess, in all of her glory. Just keeping you on your toes.”

“Tch.” Jumin looked out the window of the car, every worry now clouding his mind as they made their way to the hospital.

tags! @illneverrecover @zenscrotch @suzunesays @serensama @sinfulinsecret @forever-ender

[youretrashbut]

Jaylin

Okay so you asked why I love you. Right? Well here’s why.

The first day of our Freshman year of college was August 21st, 2017. That is the first day I first noticed you. You were so fucking pretty. I remember what I had on that day. God I looked awful. I think I remember what you had on. But I was so nervous that first day. I remember that I kept on looking at you. I wanted you right then and there. I remember when Kacie or whatever her name is walked in, and she talked to you, I was like “well shit there goes my whole shot of ever having her.” I loved looking over at you. And just watching how you moved, and laughed at what Chris would say. I remember I hated Toni because she would always talk to you, and I was like “Damn. This bitch has her attention.” So on Friday, that’s when I came in dressed up for work, and I remember being so mad about dressing up. I hate it so much. And I went home that weekend and telling Brittany how freaking pretty you were. And that I was already in love with you even though I didn’t even know you, but I didn’t care. I tried to find your name, and I couldn’t find it! It drove me insane. I lost sleep because I was already obsessed with you. I had to know you Jaylin. I had to have you. I had too. So I talked to you the next week, but that weekend I built up my confidence to do so. God, Jaylin you had me lost for words. I replayed over and over how I would talk to you. So that Monday, August 28th, I looked at Mr. Chapel’s roster and tried to find your name, obviously I didn’t know what it was. So after signing my name, I looked over at you and asked what your name was. My heart was beating 1000x a minute. Shit. My hands were clammy. I was trying to remember my name. And then you said “Jaylin.” And I knew immediately that was it. My heart was set on you. Then I was like “okay now ask her for her snapchat!” So I did. I wanted it so badly. So I had my code up right before class ended so I could give you my snapchat, and I could get yours. And so I did. And thank you God for courage. Goodness. I have never in my life have been that nervous. My stomach was doing flips the whole time. I remember just how pretty you were. And goodness. You had me lost for words. You had my heart. Right then and there. I loved you. Looking at you, my eyes following you out of that classroom, you had me. That week. That hour. That minute. You had me. I tried to find your name on snapchat after you added me and I couldn’t find your name! I was like “You have to be fucking with me, I can’t find her name.” So like five minutes I was irritated, you messaged me and I was like “Thank you God!” You had asked if I was already done with class, and I had told you no. And then we just texted. I couldn’t put my phone down. I had to know this amazing, gorgeous, funny, flawless, girl in my Comp class. Then you asked if we could text and so we did. And I remember you had asked if I was dating anybody and dear god I was so glad you asked that. I wanted to know the same thing. I wanted you. I had to have you. God. And when I went to Ulta, you said you didn’t do the whole makeup thing, but you had Hoodies that you could give me, and I was so happy. I already had imagined me dating you. You drove me crazy. And that’s where we began. Haleigh and Jaylin. We only talked like for five days. I kept on hinting at you asking me to be yours. You’re the only thing I wanted and want. You asked me to be your girlfriend on your aunt’s couch before we went to go eat with your uncle. And I was so happy. I knew I had you. Finally. I finally had found the love of my life. I had been through so much shit in my life, and then You came along. And I thank God every single day. I was so nervous to kiss you that day. But I wanted too. I had too. And ever since then, I’ve been obsessed with it. Jaylin. You have this smile that melts my heart. Every time I see you smile, it brings me back to when I first saw you, and how I would smile at you and you would smile back at me. Gahh. I was gone. I was on cloud 9. I had my heart set on you. You were the love of my life. I remember when you first told me you loved me. You said you didn’t care if I loved you back, but you loved me. Jaylin, I started crying. I knew I loved you so much. I remember on the 28th you asked to see me after my math class. Before you got there I went to make sure I looked halfway decent before I saw you. God, I was so in love with you already. Even before I knew you. I’ve been so in love with you since I saw you. I wanted to kiss you that night in my car. But I didn’t. But I’m glad I did on September 1st. I was nervous the whole time. I had butterflies. I got so hot. Shit. I remember you introduced me to the song “What If’s” on the night in my car. I knew you were made for me. And I was made for you. Jaylin I get so lost for words when talking about you because you literally are so perfect in every way. It’s so hard to describe. I love staring at you. I love looking at you. Your eyes are ughhh. Jesus. You’re just so beautiful. I loved hanging out with you in Glenwood when you asked me to be yours. I knew that I wanted to marry you then. God. I hated leaving you. I still do. I just want to be with you everyday. I get scared when you’re in any pain because I can’t help you. And it makes me mad. I’m supposed to help you. I’m supposed to help solve things, your problems. And when you didn’t tell me about your heart hurting on Friday night it scared me. I can’t help, it makes me mad at myself because I can’t do anything for you. I’m so in love with you little moods that you get in. I’m so in love with our conversations on the phone at night. I’m so in love with our conversations in your car. I’m so in love with everything. I’m so in love with you Jaylin. I can’t get enough of you. I can’t wait to make a life with you. I can’t wait to have kids. And watch them grow up. I can’t wait to marry my best friend. My love of my life. My better half. You’re amazing in every single way. No matter what anyone has told you. You’re smart, caring, compassionate, loving, beautiful, flawless, funny, perfect. I can go on and on. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. When it comes to you baby, I would die for you. I put you before anything else. I’ll share my life with you. I would do anything and will do anything to keep you happy. You care so much about me and it makes me fall harder and harder for you. I’ve never met anyone like you. You’re so good to me. I appreciate everything you do for me. Our life together is already amazing. I can’t wait to be with you for years and years. I love with you all I am. Baby. You’re perfect. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. And thank you for giving me the opportunity to love you, and hug you,and kiss you. And for the opportunity of being yours. I can’t wait to marry you.

Your better half,

Haleigh  @jayr11