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â˘Edward Christopher Munson
â˘Robin Alison Buckley
â˘Steven Andrew Harrington
â˘Jonathan Jasper Byers
â˘Nancy Grace Wheeler
â˘Michael Benjamin Wheeler
â˘William Jacob Byers
â˘Dustin Clarence Henderson
â˘Lucas Charles Sinclair
â˘Maxine Isabelle Mayfield
â˘Jane Elizabeth Ives
â˘William James Hargrove
â˘Erica Cynthia Sinclair
â˘Holly Rose Wheeler
â˘Heather Lillian Holloway
â˘Christina Emeline Cunningham
â˘Joyce Katherine Maldonado
â˘Jim Ross Hopper
â˘Murray Anthony Bauman
â˘Karen Amelia Childress
â˘Ted Samuel Wheeler
â˘Claudia Quinn Yount
â˘Susan Penelope Anderson
â˘Charles Thomas Sinclair
â˘Neil Asshole Hargrove
â˘Bob Robert Newby
â˘Patty Charlotte Newby
â˘Henry Richard Creel
â˘Alice Lucy Creel
#Yes this is how bored i am#I'm a nerd i know#i just made up middle names to cure my boredom#eddie munson#nancy wheeler#jonathan byers#mike wheeler#steve harrington#will byers#robin buckley#max mayfield#billy hargrove#el hopper#dustin henderson#lucas sinclair#erica sinclair#henry creel#alice creel#joyce byers#jim hopper#murray bauman#bob newby#patty newby#holly wheeler#chrissy cunningham#heather holloway#karen wheeler#stranger things
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Weâll meet again || Double penetration in one hole and public w/ Bill cipher x fem reader
Word Count: 1993
Masterlist
Tag: Double penetration in one hole, vaginal sex, Exhibitionism, public, Overstimulation, dubcon
Note: The reader is slightly black-coded. Nickname is Dimples or honey lips
You got a full time job at this mystery shack in the middle of the forest. You had been working there for maybe a total of three months with little to no issues, until it became the start of the summer. Then came two young kids and all the oddities that seem to have started when they got there. Staying with their Grunkle which was also your boss, you got to know everyone well.
âHey Y/N do you mind watching over the shack for me for a few hours, Iâm taking Mable and Dipper out for a bitâ Stan said while already basically out the door so you just nod. It was a long slow hour of nothingness, maybe an old lady or two but nothing interesting to make you pay attention to anything.
âSo one save me from this boredom,â You groan and rub your forehead. You could only play with pens and paper clips for so long. You heard a ring and turned to face the door, but there wasnât anyone around as far as you could tell.
âIâve only seen you around recently how funâ A voice behind you makes you turn to it with wide eyes and you lean against the register. A guy who didn't really seem all there was standing behind the counter with you. âWhere did this bum come from, how the fuck did he get behind you in th first place.â You thought with a panic as you looked at the unnatural yellow glow in his eyes and felt like he was peering into your soul nonconsensually might you add.
âSir you canât be behind the counterâ You try to keep a kind voice in hope to not upset the potential crackhead that had wandered into the mystery slack.
âBuUt I came to answer your pleas of boredom dimples. definitely not to find something of importance. â He spoke dramatically before mumbling something under his breath.
âMy what now.. Sir please just set back into being in front of the counter.â Instead of doing what you asked, he took a step closer and unfortunately for you that ass of yours was not moving any closer to the register than you already were.
He moved his arms on both sides of you and smiled an uncanny smile that made you shiver. Next thing you know you are moving onto the counter to escape his attempt to trap you. Like hell were you gonna get murdered by some random probably drunk stranger for drug money. You liked it here but not enough to get yourself killed and mutilated for it.
âThat tremble of yours is pretty cute Honey lips, filling my head with all kinds of things.â you make a run to the door but before you could open it the yellow eyed guy stood in front of the door blocking the fastest exit out.
The room felt cold and shaped all of sudden and you felt like you were a deer in headlights. You couldn't move anything but move your head which is what tipped you off that this was no normal paralysis.
âWhat the hell did you do to me!â You yelled at him in a concerned voice. The guy uses your stuck body to lean against your shoulder.
âYou have a pleasing meatsuit Dimples.â he whispered in your ear.
âWho are you? What do you want from me?!â your voice got shaky as you tried to keep the confidence you definitely didnât have right now.
âNameâs Bill! But you can call me your new lord and master for all of eternity!â The guyâs body drops to the ground in front of you and out comes a bright yellow triangle with one eye and a top hat pops up in his place floating around. âOh so iâm tripping balls right now, inhaling the wrong type of air that's what going on right now.â
âI am very real despite what that simple brain of yours thinks.â he rolls his eye at you as he flies around you in a close circle.
âYou are nuts.â you shake your head, who would have thought that your mundane need to cure your boredom would lead to⌠well whatever this was right now.
âWell it's not my fault your corrupt mind brought my attention, so what was it you wanted Dimples.â you don't answer so he speaks again.
âEntertainment was it, well honey lips consider me willing to entertainâŚBut in exchange you gotta entertain me.â
âHow would i do thatâ you felt dumb even entertaining this Dorito thing.
âHow âbout I reverse the functions of every hole on your face.â his eyes smiled or so that's what you think his face was doin at least.
âHow about no.â
âNo fun boo, mhm how about something we both can enjoyâ He had his hand in front of his face where his chin would have had if he wasnât, well if he wasnât a triangle.
âLike what?â
âYou'll just have to take the chance and Trust me.â There was a slight giggled that came from his lip face. his hand lit up in a blue fire and you realized you could move again.
âBut why are you doing this?â you tried to ask but he only gives you a cryptic answer.
âBoredom is my worst enemy, so I'm here to save you,â he said loudly.
You were definitely going to regret this lapse in judgment you were about to have. You raised your hand and shook the demon's hand with great hesitation. âWas I fucking stupid, i gotta be brain dead to shake the hand of a demon who gave me vague information of his probably dangerous arrangement i agreed to already. Sign my life way I guess.â
He snapped his fingers and your clothes were gone, you let out a shrill as you covered the important bits the best you could.
âNo amount of gold on earth can buy originalityâŚbut you're come close enough.â Move your arms away.
You felt very exposed, you were naked in your work space in front of this triangle being of unknown origins. You were in the middle of the room and anybody could come inside the place, hell Stan and the kids could come back at any time then next thing you know it youâre a register offender. You could only hope that what this chip shaped man demon thing had in planned for you wouldnât last that long.
In a flash Bill grows a body and keeps his triangle head that has changed into a pyramid. He was also equally as naked as you are, Plus he looked Hot to add to it. You look him up and down but your eyes get stuck on a thing well two things actually. Two dark cocks that were long and thick at his base, erect and twitching. You were staring at them and you were drooling a bit. It was embarrassing.
âThis form pique your interest?â He stroked himself slowly as if he was giving a show for you. You donât catch yourself nodding to his question and before you know it he is up against you, dick touching you everytime he curves it in a stroke. He moved you closer to the counter, your bare ass touching the desk.
âLet's get started, Honey lips.â he rubbed the tips over your fold and let out a funny happy sounding noise.
âSo wet already~ who would have thought you could be so needy and wanting.â he pushed one of his veiny cocks into you, all the way to in until kissed it on your cervix. You let out a loud squeal like moan as you arched your back. There was no way you were going to cum, not from him just sliding into youâŚright.
âFeel free to cum at any time, I'm super giving Dimples.â he started to move his hips, your pussy regards no shame as it makes wet squelches as he tickles your g-spot. Your hole sucking in him it's making you feel like a slut.
âFuckin�� Ah~â you feel your legs start to shake from his mean pace inside of you. Bill starts to push his other cockhead and you clench around them. You cum around them as soon as he pushes the other one all the way inside as well. Stretching you out like never before, it felt like you were touching stars.
You have no time to recover from his movement because he doesn't stop, letting out a groan and mumbling to himself about how snug your pussy felt around him. Your ears burn as he teases you for cumming so fast and mentioning how he was just getting started with you. He starts to push almost all the way out before ramming back into out then repeating. Your eyes start to water as you reach another climax right after the other.
âYou are mighty easy to please Honey lips.â he groaned and pushed you over on the counter, you were now laying back on the cold desk in a daze as he held your legs up at his waist. Your walls flutter around the girth of the two dicks of his inside of you.
âI canât take it!â you whine as you feel an orgasm number who knows you're not keeping track start to approach you.
âLimits only exist in the mind.â Bill rolled his hips at an odd angle that it was almost like his dicks were moving at different times. He gives a squeeze to your breast and you shiver.
He kept moving his hips in this devious way that was starting to make you spasm and moan. Bill moved his hand down your body and he started to play and tease your clit, the whole action makes you choke out a cry as you feel a pool of wet hit yours and his thighs. âDid I just?!â
âYOU DID?â He answers your thoughts with an overly happy tone that was embarrassing. He kept thrusting his hips into you and circling your clit and you impulse your legs shut. You didn't think you could cum anymore but this DEMON has proved that to not be true in the slightless.
âCan you try not to lose consciousness, it won't make me stop.â He spoke through breathy groans. Billâs words make you clench around you again, you could see the specks of darkness forming in your vision but you try to shake them off.
He slammed his hips into you at a breathtaking pace, his was slower and harder and it literally took your breath out of your lungs with each thrust. You could feel him twitching in you, a dead give away that he was close to coming. His pace brought you back to another painful yet pleasuring orgasm, his hand went back to your clit to run a slow tight pattern on you.
His hips sputter and he comes in heavy thick ropes of cum, filling you up like a pie. Pools of his seed dripped out of you when he pulled out of you a bit too fast for comfort. You let out a quick whine.
âYour a fun time Dimples, really know how to keep up with me.â he changed back to his triangle form. You try to get up but the sudden movements make your ears ring and thighs send you any single they can. You look up at Dorito demon as he watches you struggle a bit.
âWeâll meet again, Honey lips.â his eye curls as his way of a smile, then he poofed out of nowhere.
Now you need to get some clothes before anyone sees you like thisâŚAnd to wipe the cameras.
#gravity falls#bill cipher#book of bill#bill x reader#bill cipher smut#bill cipher x reader#smut#humanized bill cipher#humanoid or noid#humanoid bill cipher
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Restless Night
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (pre-established)
Summary: You turn to Bucky to cure your boredom when you can't seem to fall asleep.
A/N: I want to take a bite out of this man lol. Reader and Bucky are in a pre-established relationship, whether they're dating or married is up to you. As always reader has no defining features. This is my first time writing in a LONG time! I definitely am a little rusty so any feedback is much appreciated <3
Warnings: Explicit smut. Pet names (doll, my dear, etc) Unprotected sex. creampie. Soft sex 18+!!!
(I want to scurry around on the floor every time I see this picture of him. he's so delectable)
It felt like you had been staring at the ceiling for hours, maybe even longer. Nothing you tried seemed to help you in your efforts to fall asleep. Bucky did not have a problem falling asleep, not next to you. You wondered how your partner could sleep so soundly while you were tossing and turning all night.
You decide to nudge Bucky's arm to wake him up. He turns to you, squinting to see you in the dark room. "You alright, doll?" He asks, his voice still gruff from sleep. "I can't sleep." You whisper to him as you move your face right next to his, so close you're sharing the same pillow and your noses are touching.
He smiles and puts his hand on your hip, rubbing small circles with his thumb. "And what, my dear, would you like me to do about that?"
"Entertain me." You tell him, jokingly. Bucky softly chuckles at that and runs his hand up to your cheek from your hip. "I think I can do that, Doll." He says, moving in to catch your lips in a kiss.
You feel his tongue swipe across your bottom lip and you open your mouth slightly, letting him in. Bucky moves to lie on his back and you follow suit, straddling his waist. You lean back down but instead of resuming your make-out you first kiss along his jaw, the scruff tickling your cheeks.
Once you made your way back to his lips, you ground your hips down onto his bulge, he let out a low whimper "You're killing me, doll." You softly giggle at his words. Bucky at the bottom hem of your shirt, a signal for you to take it off. You indulge him and take off your shirt, momentarily breaking the kiss. His metal hand finds its way to your boob and gently squeezes.
His cold, metal thumb grazes over your nipple and you moan into his mouth. Your hands quickly move to undo the tie of his sweatpants and pull them down enough to give away his boxers. If it wasn't dark in the room you would've seen the small wet patch at the top of his boxers where his cock leaked beads of pre-cum.
Bucky audibly moans as you wrap a firm hand over his clothed erect cock. He yanks on your sleep shorts, almost ripping them, with his flesh hand. You take his hint and use your free hand to push your shorts down to your knees. Bucky hisses out a breath of air as you pull down his boxers to reveal his cock to you. You steadily take him in your hand as you teasingly slowly jerk him off. Bucky's flesh hand slowly feels its way up your thigh, teasing you just as you are him. His fingers slowly trace up and down your clothed slit, and his thumb circles your clit over your panties.
"Take 'em off, Doll." He says in regards to your panties. You oblige him and push them down, now leaving yourself fully exposed to him. His metal hand still massaging your boobs and tweaking your nipples. He places his flesh hand back onto your pussy as he pushes his middle finger into you and circles his thumb over your clit. His actions cause a fire to start in your belly, you can barely focus on jerking him off while his fingers work magic on you. Every time you would have sex with Bucky, no matter how many times prior, would always feel brand new. He would never fail to give you butterflies and have you blushing like a schoolgirl.
"Bucky, I want you," You whined into his mouth between kisses. You can feel him smile against your lips. "Want me to what, pretty? Tell me." He coos. You want him to fuck you. But that seems like too many words for your lust-filled mind right now. His fingers are pumping in and out of you, caressing the walls of your pussy and you never want it to stop. "Fuck me," You whimper into his mouth again.
Bucky moves to sit up against the headboard of the bed as he takes his fingers out of your pussy and off your chest. He places both of his hands on your hips. You reach down between the both of your bodies and grab ahold of his cock. You give it a squeeze before you guide it in between your legs. You drag the head of his cock through your folds thrice before you position it just under your entrance. Grabbing ahold of his shoulders you steady yourself before you slowly sink down onto him.
You start to kiss him again. He's softly guiding your hips with his large hands. You feel him move his flesh hand down to your pussy to circle your clit with his thumb again. You're both moaning into each other's mouths as you raise your hips up just to let them fall back down onto his cock again. You can feel the coil in your belly tighten as you know you're approaching your orgasm. Bucky knows this too as he can feel the tremors in your movements and the way your hands have tightened on his shoulders. "Come on, pretty girl, cum for me," he whispers into your ear. His pace on your clit speeds up,the tight circles he's making on your nerves have made the fire in your belly turn into fireworks. You come hard on his cock and it doesn't take him much time after you to cum inside of you.
You lay your head onto his shoulder as you're both panting. Bucky kisses your temple before he lightly smacks your ass. "Are you tired now, sweetheart?" He asks playfully. You smile into the crook of his neck "Yeah," you tell him as you move your head up to kiss his cheek.
#bucky x female reader#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes fic#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes#marvel#marvel x reader#fanfiction#smut
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Hello. May i request Rodrick Heffley x reader pls? Reader wears light colored clothes and pastel colors, like, the total opposite of him. And his family reaction.
Please and thank you i hope you are ok and remember drink waterđ
Hello! My first request! Thank you, it really cures my boredom and ofc I can do a story about them. When I first read that I imagined that one scene from Deathgasm lol look
Ok jokes aside, here is your story about Rodrick x Reader (as the total opposite of him)!
How did you meet?
It was rather cold of a night when you and your friends decided to have some fun. You didn't really like parties and stuff like that, so they were literally dragging you there.
It turned out to be a high school party in quite a decent house.
When you came in, there were loud noise, loud people, crowded living room and so many other things you truly hated
You turned back to leave but a tall teenager with messy hair got in your way. He smiled with his rather cute lips and welcomed you to 'his' party.
He also said his name but you didn't really hear it throughout that noise.
Your 'friends' immediately left you and disappeared in the crowd
At first you just wanted to leave, but after thinking for like a minute you thought that maybe you really could use some fun.
Or maybe you just wanted to stay for free food
You ended up eating sour patch kids at the corner of the living room
When suddenly the cellphone next to you rang
Nobody really heard it through the fucking noise again, but you thought It'd be inpolite to not answer it
Yes, you read that right, it'd be inpolite to not answer somebody else's phone.
You picked up and said 'hello' in the most polite way
It turned out to be a middle-aged woman and she was angry for some reason
She said something about 'Rodrick' but you didn't really know who that was
When you were about to answer you heard the loud scream
It was that guy with messy hair again
You froze, he looked so pissed
He told everyone at the party to freeze, say nothing and surprisingly, it worked
Now it was quiet as in some grave
But the guy who's name probably was 'Rodrick' was still looking at you with eyes full of anger
You still heard that woman saying stuff like "What the hell is happening there? Rodrick, you hear me?"
When he approached you, he pulled out the cell phone from your hand and started talking with a sweet voice
He said that he invited a 'friend to study'
To be honest the most unbelievable nonsense you've ever heard
You were standing very close to the phone and it was so quiet that you could hear every word that the woman was saying
And she said that she wanted to meet that 'friend'
Rodrick was looking at you through the whole conversation with a death stare
Well, it was a funny look on his face so you struggled trying not to laugh
He pulled the cellphone to his shoulder and whispered asking what's your name
"Y/N" you answered
He quickly got back to that sweet voice and said "Yeah I liked her so I thought you wouldn't mind inviting her! And- her name is Y/N. Yes, of course you can meet her, when you get back! ...Oh Greg? He's asleep.. I don't wanna wake him."
And at the moment probably the 'Greg' they were talking about got on the phone
You didn't know what was going on, in case nobody knew but it was hella funny
"... The basement? What the heck are you doing in the basement, when you'd rather be up here with.. Us?"
The death stare again
He moved next to the door to the basement and opened it
And believe me or not, the kid really was there
When he finally hang up you burst out with laughter and so did everyone else
He got back to you and said that "We really have some things to discuss here"
You were still laughing at him
And then what, you may ask...
In fact you met on that party, but Rodrick later decided to explain to you how you need to pretend that you met in high school. To everybody's surprise you were in the same class so it made things easier. After the party you stayed for the night, Well not because Rodrick was such a gentleman and asked you to but you basically had to. You woke up lying scaringly close to him on the couch. The day before you had some conversations 'afterparty' and he found your lifestyle interesting. He even said that you're cute one or two times. But when you got to know that his parents will be back early you freaked out. Massive cleaning began. And when they rang to the doorbell you, Rodrick and Greg stood at the door In order from shortest to highest (you were in the middle). Their parents turned out to look exactly how you imagined them. Their mother liked you surprisingly very much and their father was surprised the whole time. Of course they all thought that you already were in some kind of a 'relationship' but the worst was just about to begin...
Whoa! This story got to me fast and here we are! I think it's quite good and if you want more of Rodrick x Reader as the total opposite of him, just ask! I like writing about them, they gon' have an interesting story.. Thank you for the request and remember drink water too! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
#rodrick heffley x reader#rodrick rules#rodrick heffley#rodrick heffley hcs#Rodrick#greg heffley#Heffley#Heffleyfamily#Yn#loded diper#diary of a wimpy kid#wimpy kid#Wimpy#rodrick x reader#Diary of a wimpy kid rodrick#Story#Party#high school#High school party
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Hey! Could pls write a Hanma x male reader
So kisaki is obsessed with hinata, but hanma is obsessed with hinata cousin. They met by accident when he saw hinata takemichi and reader going for a walk. Kinda yandere, like i could imagine him Kidnapping reader in the future when takemichi discusses with naoto about what changed and all.
P. S I loved the way you answered my last request!!!
Hanma Shuji x Reader
Please look at my page before requesting
Pt.2 here
Pt.3 here
A/N: Iâm really glad you liked what I wrote for you last time. Not sure if I can write as well as I did last time because Iâm low on writing skills and motivation, but I can try. Hope ya enjoy. Also sorry Iâve been gone for a month, I was working on a Quotev quiz lol
Pronouns: He/Him
Warning(s): Not proofread, Hanma is delusional
Hanma was bored.
Kisaki hadnât contacted him at all, and there was no meetings today either.
He did come across some wannabe gangsters and a few small time gangs, but they were so easy to beat.
It wasnât enjoyable at all.
It was only nine in the morning and he already felt like jumping off a building because he was so bored.
âHey! Wait for me!â
Hanma turned his head towards the shout.
That sounded like that kid..
Uh.. what was his name again?
Takemikey?
Mitch?
Mitchy?
Takemichi?
Oh! Takemitchy!
He was shouting at Mikey in the middle of their fight.
To be honest Hanma almost forgot about that part. He was too busy having fun fighting the so called âinvincibleâ Mikey.
Speaking of Mikey.. he should fight him again..
Ooh! Maybe Mikey was with that kid! Then they could fight again! Thatâd cure his boredom for sure!
Hanma started walking towards where he heard Takemichiâs voice.
Tho before approaching Takemichi he saw a boy. A very attractive looking boy. He looked around Hanmaâs age.
Hanma didnât know what it was about him but he made Hanmaâs heart pound.
It was a type of adrenaline Hanma never experienced before. He liked it. A lot.
Hanma watched as the boy walked up to a pink and orange haired girl. She looked familiar to Hanma somehow.
Eh. Whatever.
Then he watched as a blonde haired kid walked up to them.
Wait.
That was Takemitchy!!
Where was Mikey tho?
Was he not there?
Fuck, that sucks.
Hm.. maybe he could fight Takemitchy and then Mikey would show up!
Then again, Hanma wanted to experience that new kind of adrenaline he just felt again.
Maybe if he fought you?
Worth a shot!
With that in mind Hanma walked up to the group of three. Takemichi recognized Hanma instantly and grabbed Hinaâs hand and squeezed it. Hina looked at her boyfriend and squeezed his hand gently.
Y/N on the other hand shot Hanma a questioning look. Which hHanma returned with a smile.
âWho are you? Do you need something from us?â You asked the tattooed man that was smiling directly at you.
It made you uneasy to be honest.
It was like he couldnât see anything but you. Or he just refused to acknowledge anything else.
It was kinda creepy.
For Hanma on the other hand, he was confused.
Why is he just standing here?
Wasnât he gonna ask if you could fight?
âWhatâs your name?â
What the actual fuck is he doing?
Why did he ask your name?
âHuh? Me?â
Why are you replying to him?
Heâs a stranger to you?
âYeah! Iâm Hanma Shuji~ Call me Shuji if you want tho~â
Why the fuck did he say you could call him Shuji?
Why is he doing this?
âOh okay then Shuji. Iâm L/N Y/N, you can call me Y/N⌠Oh! And this is my cousin Hina and her boyfriend Takemichi.â
Why did you just tell him all that?
I think Iâm having a internal crisis right now uhmâŚ
âSay Y/N~ can you fight?~â
Takemichi was gonna say something and get you three away from Hanma, and hopefully not start a fight. Fortunately for Takemichi, Hanma got a call.
âHello?~⌠Kisaki? What do you want? Iâm busyâŚ.. can it wait?~ I just found something exciting to dooooâ
Hanma complained over the phone.
Both Hina and Takemichi recognized the name of the one Hanma was talking to. They stood there in shock.
Hanma hung up the phone a turned to Y/N once again.
âSoooo.. maybe we can hang out sometime?â
Y/N stared at Hanma.
He was an attractive guy. Weird. But attractive.
âUhh⌠maybe.. Iâm not so sure.. you kinda seem like you wanna fight me but I donât really like fighting so uhmâŚâ
Hanma was going to reply but paused.
âOh.. weâll then we can hang out without fighting! How about that?~â
Hanma was ready to say or do anything to get you to hang out with him. He didnât know why he wanted to talk to you again. You were just some pretty boy he saw on the street.
âUhm.. sure. Why not?â
âSweet~ hereâs my number. Call me sometime âkay?~â
âHuh?- oh- sure. Talk to ya later Shuji.â
âOkayâĄ~"
With that said, Hanma turned and tucked his phone back into his pocket.
As he was walking away he thought about both of your future encounters.
One imaginary encounter made Hanma freeze.
Why was he thinking about marrying you?
He just met you!
Then againâŚ.
You wereâŚ
Perfect.
And no one else around you seemed to notice that. Was Hanma the only one? Was he the only one who saw how perfect you were? That has to mean something right? It has to.
Then it clicked.
He was the only one who noticed because..
You were made for him!!
You were made for each other!
Perfect for each other even!
It made so much sense to Hanma now.
The adrenaline from before was back.
The adrenaline wasnât because he wanted to fight you. It was because you were destined to be his! Destined to love him!
âHa.. haha.. HAHAHA-â
*ding*
Hanma stopped laughing and looked at his phone. It was Kisaki.
âUgh⌠right..â
*ringgGggGgg*
Kisaki started to call him.
âHuh? I said Iâll be right there-â
âItâs been fifteen minutes where are you!?â
âTraffic.â
âWell hurry up!â
âOkay okay~â
âUgh..â
âAhaha~â
âGod.. just.. hurry up dammit.â
âYou got it Ki~sa~ki~â
âUghh didnât I tell you to stop that?â
Kisaki then hang up.
Hanma chuckled and stuffed his phone back into his pocket once again.
Guess heâd have to figure out how to get with you later. He has a job to do.
#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x male reader#x male reader#tokyo revengers x reader#tokrev hanma#hanma x reader
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Weâve Only Just Begun
Peter Parker x reader
Warnings: bad words, crack fluff
2.5k+ words
Reference TikToks: kiss my best friend challenge & rich best friend check
series masterlist
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âPeter Iâm bored.â
âHi bored, Iâm Peter.â Peter looked to you with a small smirk
âI know, I did just address you. Also, never say that joke to me every again if you wanna keep dating.â
âooh, harsh crowd.â Peter laughed.
âbabyyyy Iâm bored. Itâs summer vacation, I should not be this bored.â
ây/n, youâre distracting my intern.â Your dad snipped quickly, elbows deep into some kind of machinery. You werenât really sure what they were working, having gotten very uninterested once they started. âHeâs helping me right now; do you want me to lose an arm?â
You rolled your eyes and spun around in the chair, âdad you always take him.â
âhey, you get him every day during the school year. Summer is my time.â
Peter looked between the father and daughter with a brow raised, âare you two seriously fighting over me right now?â
âwell I wouldnât have to fight over my boyfriend with my dad if Harley was here right now. That selfish idiot left and now youâre the only wonder boy to entertain my dad.â
Tony scoffed and held out his hand, wordlessly asking Peter for some tool. Peter handed it over immediately before turning his head back, âwhere did Harley go?â
âI donât know, he just said he was leaving and walked out.â
âmaybe heâs got a hot date.â
You huffed and slouched in the seat, narrowing your eyes at Peter. âmakes one of us.â
Tony laughed and twisted slightly to give you a wink, âsorry honey but that was the deal. I let your boyfriend stay here if he helps me out.â
You rolled your eyes so hard Peter was concerned youâd see your brain, âoh puh-lease, you wanted Peter here just as much as I did. Either for Spidey stuff or normal nerd stuff, youâre just using this as an excuse.â
âfine but at least Iâm not complaining about him sneaking into your room every night.â Peter sputtered, his face going instantly red and almost dropping whatever mechanic was in his hand.
âoh Mr. stark, i- we donât- itâs not-â
ârelax kid, if I was going to crucify you Iâd have already done it.â Tony spun to face you, ânow can you please go bother someone else. If you really want to spend time with Peter youâll let us finish this.â
You huffed and left the lab as Peter blew you a quick kiss causing you flip him off jokingly. This is not what you wanted when you wished for your boyfriend to get along with your dad.
--
It had been a few hours and you were still bored. You had promptly gone to your room after leaving the lab and gone on tiktok, youâre absolute favorite way to waste time but now you were bored again. And you missed Peter, especially after a stupid trend kept popping up on your fyp of people kissing their âbest friendsâ making you realize you werenât kissing your very kissable boyfriend right now.
As if he could read your thoughts, Peter waltzed into your bedroom and immediately shucked his shirt off to wipe his face and hands.
âwell hello to you too stud.â You said, biting your lip and very obviously ogling his toned body.
Peter laughed as he threw his oil stained shirt into the hamper and went to grab another from the dresser. You pouted, âwhy are you putting a new one on? You look fine without it.â
âbecause itâs the middle of the day and anyone could come looking for us and I am not about to be killed by any of the avengers because Iâm corrupting their âlittle princessââ. Peter said as he put the new shirt on and flopped next to you, his chin now resting on his hand as he looked up at you.
âugh they need to get over themselves and realize that weâre adults whoâve been dating for three years and basically already live together.â
Peter shrugged, his empty hand rubbing against your bare leg casually. âyouâre always going to be the little girl they watched grow up.â He laughed at your pout and squeezed your thigh, âwhat have you been up to? Cured your boredom?â
âNo.â you huffed, âjust been scrolling on tiktok. Kinda want to start making them, could be fun.â
âwhat would you make?â
You shrugged, immediately struck with a great idea. âI donât know whatever the trends on. Iâm gonna put the tv on, donât move.â
You shimmied out of bed, setting your phone up as discreetly as possible and turning on your tv. You started the video and moved back to the bed. You knew the trend was to kiss a best friend but you thought it would still be fun with Peter, plus you are best friends⌠youâre just also already dating. So not cheating, just a loophole.
Peter was still on his stomach, hand supporting his face, as he scrolled aimlessly through Instagram. And with you sitting against your headboard, it looked friendly enough. You waited for the right time before sliding down so you were laying next to him, practically under him. He looked up at you and smiled and for a second you were worried that he was gonna go ahead and kiss you but luckily he waited just long enough where you could initiate it in time with the song. You surged forward, hand immediately coming to weave into his curls to pull him closer.
Peter was obviously not expecting you to kiss him so aggressively so he fell slightly before catching himself on one arm that was now positioned next to your head, the other going to hold your hip. Now you really were under him.
You got lost in kissing him for a few moments when you realized the video was probably done and detached your lips. You giggled as Peter chased your lips, eyes still mostly closed. You slid out from beneath him and walked over to your phone.
âwha- where are you going?â Peter pouted, running his hands through his messy curls. You bit your thumb nail slightly as you rewatched the video, it was cute. âdid you take a video of that?â
You nodded and showed him, watching a goofy smile stretch onto his face as he looked up at you, âso when you said you were gonna start filming TikToks you meant immediately.â
You shrugged and sat next to him, âno but the opportunity presented itself.â
You quickly captioned the video âsooo I kissed my bsfâ and tagged Peterâs account before posting it and throwing your phone to the side.
Peter kissed your bare shoulder, âis this gonna become a regular thing?â
You giggled and shrugged, âI donât know. Guess youâll have to wait and see.â Peter groaned, grabbing you around the middle and falling back onto the bed, pulling you down with him.
--
It was a few days later when you opened tiktok again, surprised to see your video had racked up 600 thousand likes and over 5 million views. You were surprised to see that it had gone semi-viral and yet no one recognized you. Not that you had your legal name in your username and you definitely werenât as famous as your dad and family, but you werenât hidden away either. Honestly though, this was kinda nice to just be another twenty-one year old on tiktok, posting stupid videos for fun.
You went to the comments immediately to see what people were saying and laughed at some of the funnier ones. You noticed that even MJ had commented.
Usera: aw so cute *blocked*
Userb: ms girl⌠heâs been waiting for this
Userc: no way best friends kiss like that
everythingbagel: âbsfâ yeah fucking right y/n
Ⲡbegginstrips: hehe love you mj
You went back to your fyp and scrolled through a bit before you ran into stassie babyâs video of her showing off Kylieâs car collection with the audio saying, ârich best friend checkâ. You quickly sent the video to Peter, who was currently at lunch with Harry and Ned.
y/n: wanna do this when you get back?
Peter: lol sure seems funny
it was a few more hours before Peter got back to the compound, him easily finding you curled into the couch watching How To Train Your Dragons. You smiled as he dropped a kiss to your forehead, âthis movie again?â
âitâs one of the best movies ever made,â you sassed back, âso yes, this movie again.â
He leaned down over the back of the couch smiling into your face before giving you another quick succession of kisses. âwanna film that tiktok?â
You checked the time before nodded, languidly stretching your body and standing up. âwhere should we start it?â
And thatâs how Wanda found you and Peter at 3 am, videoing rando fancy stuff around the compound, you strutting and swaying your hips dramatically. Wanda followed Peter around, who was filming, laughing at your antics and giving you tips on what to include. The three of you got so loud, that Tony eventually woke up to investigate what the three of you were up to⌠as it was usually not great.
âare you sure we can film this? I donât reveal any state secrets.â Peter whispered not so well.
âwhat state secrets are we revealing?â you whirled around to see your father, one brow raised and a hip cocked to the side.
âgood entrance, very dramatic dad.â You said with a laugh, âand there arenât any state secrets being revealed.â
âwhat are you filming?â
âA tiktok.â
Tony rolled his eyes, âIâm not even gonna pretend to know what that is. Anyways go to bed, you guys are being loud.â
âyeah, yeah. Weâre just finishing up.â You watched your dad walked away before turning back to Peter and Wanda, âletâs go film in front of one of his suits.â
--
Peter had posted the photo to his account and captioned it: â@begginstrips is my sugar momma ;)â before promptly throwing his phone to the floor and passing out next to you in bed.
It was 10 in the morning â which was far too early as you and Peter had only fallen asleep at 4 am â when MJ started calling you and didnât stop until you literally rolled out of bed onto the floor to pick up.
âwhat the fuck m? it is too fucking early.â
âyouâre all over the news.â
You paled, âwhat?â Everything you ever did wrong very quickly flashed through your eyes, your mind scrambling to remember what was caught on camera.
âyeah your tiktok went viral. People are freaking out.â You sagged in relief.
âJesus mj you canât just say that shit for it to be tiktok.â A pause, âwait which tiktok?â
âthe one Peter posted of his ârich best friendâ and you walking around the compound.â
You let out a quick laugh, âoh ok. Thatâs not that bad.â
âalso can we talk about this whole best friend schtick you and Peter have going on tiktok? What the fuck?â
You chuckled slightly before crawling back into bed, your heart now beating at a normal pace. âthe first one was just a trend so I lied to follow it and then it was just the sound. Also he is my best friend, heâs just also my boyfriend.â
MJ scoffed, ârude. Iâm your best friend.â
âright, right. Sorry.â Peter grumbled slightly as he buried his head into your hip. You gently carded your fingers through his curls, âdo you know why itâs all over the news?â
âapparently people didnât know you existed? I donât know, just thought that you might want a warning in case your dad got angry.â
âwell I appreciate it, regardless of the fact that you basically gave me a heart attack and woke me up at butt fuck.â
âitâs 10 am, get over yourself and have a cup of coffee. Anyways, lunch tomorrow?â
You yawned, âsure sounds good. Wanna invite betty?â
âsheâs still in Hawaii with her family, theyâre coming back this weekend.â
âright, ok. Let me know what time you wanna go.â
âwill do. Love you bitch.â
You smiled into the phone and yawned again, âlove you bitch.â You hung up and tossed your phone to the floor, rubbing your eyes harshly.
Peter barely opened his eyes as he looked up at you, âwhat was that about?â
âapparently weâre famous.â You replied as you reached over his body to grab his phone.
Peter snuggled deeper into your body, wrapping his arms around your leg and laying his head in your lap. You rested against the headboard, one hand still playing with his curls and one now scrolling to Peterâs tiktok.
You blanched as you saw the video had gotten over 6 million likes and 45 million views overnight. And according to the comments, people were very confused.
User1: ummm is that the avengers compound or am I tripping?
User2: so weâre all just finding out tony stark has a child rn?
User3: mmmm something donât add up here?
You sighed as turned the phone off, rubbing your eyes again. A headache was quickly setting in. You leaned down to press a chaste kiss to Peterâs cheek before slowly working your way out of his grasp.
He whined, âbaby where are you going? Itâs early.â
âI have to go talk to my dad about this but you keep sleeping babe.â
He rolled over to face you as you walked towards your closet. âare you sure? I can come with you.â
âno, itâs ok baby. I really donât think itâll be a big deal.â
--
It was slightly a bigger deal than you realized. Pepper was now talking you through âmaking sure SI had a good image on social mediaâ while your dad smirked in a corner.
Pepper stroked your arm, âthis isnât bad press or anything. Youâll just have to be careful going into the future. And you know that with being a Stark, youâre gonna have a lot of eyes on you and probably a lot of criticism.â She sighed, âweâve done a good job shielding you from the press for this long but it might be a lot.â
You smiled at her softly. Pepper really had always been like a mom to you and now that her and your dad were officially married, it was even more true. âYeah I know. Iâm honestly not too worried.â You turned to your dad, âdid you know people didnât know I existed?â
Tony shrugged, âDoesnât surprise me. I have almost every record of you sealed from the public for your safety and you never were one for the spotlight.â He walked over and dropped a kiss onto your forehead, ânever show my suits on your clock app again.â
You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him, âfor someone who owns a company based on new and cutting edge technology, you sure are out of touch.â
He gasped, a hand pressed to his heart. âhow dare you, my own daughter.â
Pepper laughed softly, âsheâs not wrong. Anyways, post whatever you want to your personal account. Youâre an adult, so we trust you just be careful. I donât want to see you getting hurt.â
You kissed her cheek before standing and stretching out your back. âdonât worry, I already have a plan for my next video.â
âgod help us.â Tony muttered.
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Pairingâ Kim Seokjin x reader x Min Yoongi Â
Genreâ SMUT like str8 up pwp
Warningsâ Double penetration, threesome, oral (f receiving), nipple  play, a butt slap, masturbation (male), unprotected sex, sensual themes in general
Word Countâ Â ~2.6k Â
Summaryâ Bored and horny with your roommates during a social distancing period. What could go wrong? Â Â
A/Nâ Hi everyone! I hope youâre all staying safe and healthy~ Hereâs a little something that will hopefully help lift your mood. Please let me know what you think!                Â
 Your roommates have always been competitive. That was one of the first things you noticed about them when you moved in. They competed to see who could help you move in the fastest (which was a blessing since you didnât have to do any heavy lifting). Living with two random guys was an interesting thing to get used to, especially when they were already friends. Itâs been a year since you moved in, and since then all three of you had gotten pretty close.
Now, due to the ongoing pandemic, everyone has been ordered to stay inside. Itâs been months now, and you could swear you were all going insane. Playing board or card games always resulted in a sore loser (one or both of the boys). Day drinking had become such a common occurrence that even the thought of alcohol made you guys feel queasy, so that was out of the question now.
âWhoever does the next grocery trip can get puzzles?â you offered.
âYou think I wanna do puzzles with Jin? That guy has no patience. I give him five minutes before he starts getting bored,â Yoongi scoffed.
âYou WISH you lasted five minutes!â Jin childishly argued.
âWe all know youâre a one pump chump,â Yoongi rolled his eyes.
You observed them silently from the couch, doing your best not to smile. Theyâve been your main source of entertainment during these trying times. Their bickering was comparable to cheesy reality TV shows.
âWhat are you laughing at over there?â Jin dragged you into the conversation.
âCan you guys make fun of each otherâs sex lives later? Letâs get back to curing our current boredom,â you responded.
âWe have too much testosterone built up right now. Let us yell at each other for a bit first,â Jin said before turning back to Yoongi, âI think itâs pretty obvious who gets the most action around here!â
âYou donât SEE the girls I bang because I go over to THEIR place like a GENTLEMAN,â Yoongi raised his voice.
âSo what? Are you guys gonna jack off in front of each other to prove who can last the longest?â you laughed.
âDonât be ridiculous,â Jinâs squeaky laugh filled the room, âUnlessâŚâ he shot a sideways glance at Yoongi.
âThereâs no way in hell that Iâm doing that,â Yoongi immediately dismissed the thought, âBut ___...how are you holding up?â
âMe? Iâm fine. Online classes are weird but most of my professors are being super lenient so--â
âNot that,â he interrupted you, âYou knowâŚlike uh...â
âHeâs asking if youâre sexually frustrated,â Jin explained bluntly.
âOkay, I know I donât get nearly as many dick appointments as you two but I make do,â you answered defensively.
âI may have an idea to settle our argument, but weâd need your help,â Yoongi tilted his head in contemplation.
âAre you guys both gonna fuck me?â you asked, now amused at the thought.
âYes and no. If youâre okay with it, weâd be going at the same time. One in the front and one in the back. Unless you want both of us in the back, that part is up to you. Whoever cums first loses,â Yoongi explained.
âWhat does the winner get?â you try to mask your interest, itâs been so long since youâve had any physical intimacy.
âThey get to have fun with you all night long while the loser has to sit and watch,â Jin answered gleefully.
Both boys seemed to be completely on board with the idea. All they needed was for you to give them the green light.
âYou guys are positive that things wonât be weird afterward?â you asked.
They both gave you their word. You took it with a grain of salt, knowing that neither of them have been laid in weeks. To be honest, you have been extremely horny lately. Living with two handsome guys wasnât helping you. All rational thoughts were thrown out the window.
âIâd prefer one in the front and one in the back then,â you winked.
âCoin toss to see whoâs where?â Yoongi suggested to Jin.
âTails cuz I want that ass,â Jin answered with a smirk, causing you to roll your eyes.
âDammit, tails,â Yoongi announced.
âAre we just going straight into this then?â you asked nervously.
âDonât be silly. Weâre gentlemen, foreplay is our middle name,â Jin took you by the hand and led you to Yoongiâs room, âItâs your idea, so weâre gonna use your room,â Jin said before Yoongi could complain.
They sat you on the bed, and thatâs when things suddenly got awkward. All three of you stared at each other in silence, waiting for the first person to make a move. You were beginning to doubt your decision, and almost opened your mouth to call it off.
âCan I kiss you, ___?â Yoongi broke the silence.
âUh, sure,â you agreed, scooting over to make space for him on the bed.
Yoongi shyly sat down beside you, showing you a side of him that youâve never seen before. He softly brought his hand to your cheek as your eyes met. Your heart was racing, and you were sure Yoongi could hear it as he leaned in closer.
Meeting Yoongi in the middle was a dream come true. Admittedly, youâve had a minor crush on both of them since youâve moved in, but who could blame you?
Yoongiâs soft lips brushed up gently against yours. You found yourself melting into his palm as he continued to cup your face. The kiss was gentle and intimate, something you never wanted to end. Until you were abruptly yanked from Yoongiâs grasp.
âHey what the fu--â
âMy turn,â was all that Jin said before his lips crashed against yours.
Unlike Yoongiâs tender kiss, Jin kissed you with such a ferocious passion, it was almost as if youâd been dating and he hadnât seen you in months. His hands immediately began to wander across your body, starting from your hips and working their way upward. You softly moaned into his mouth when his hands slid under your shirt to fondle your breasts. You yelped with surprise when he began to pinch and pull at your nipples.
âYouâre so sensitive,â he chuckled, âThisâll be fun.â
âStop hogging her,â Yoongi grumbled.
âMake me,â Jin challenged.
Yoongi yanked you away from Jin, and pushed you onto your back. His plush lips connected with your neck, aka your weak spot. You stifled a moan as he began to mix in small nibbles with his kisses.
âTake off your pants,â he ordered you, his dominance reemerging.
You shook off your pajama pants, revealing a plain pair of panties. You suddenly wished that you had gone to change into something sexier, and as such your body involuntarily shied away from Yoongi.
Jin pinned your legs down. He was about to kiss your stomach when Yoongi shooed him away. Jin was displeased but obeyed anyway, curious to see what the younger man would do. Yoongi kissed a trail down your neck, between your breasts, across your stomach, and finally settled at the top of your panties. He planted kisses on your inner thighs, inching closer and closer to your pussy.
âLetâs get this off,â Jin focused your attention back on him as he tugged at your shirt.
âThen you guys have to take yours off too,â you huffed.
âOf course, princess,â Jin kissed your forehead, his sudden affection making you freeze.
He helped you take off your shirt, and in turn took his off afterward. You were about to make a comment on his physique when Yoongi flattened his tongue against your clothed core.
âDonât ignore me,â Yoongi growled.
âTake off your shirt,â Jin reminded him.
âIn due time, I donât think she wants to wait any longer,â Yoongi said as he pulled aside your panties.
He licked up from your entrance to your clit. His tongue teased your clit in slow circles, causing you to moan. You covered your mouth in embarrassment, but Jin swatted your hand away.
âDonât ignore me either,â he whispered as his lips once again connected with yours.
Jin played with your nipples as his mouth collided with yours. His kisses were wet and messy, but you didnât care. You were lost in ecstacy. Yoongiâs mouth was heaven sent; every flick of his tongue had you moaning into Jinâs mouth. You gasped when he stuck a finger inside, curling to hit your g-spot.
âI think sheâs ready,â Yoongi cockily stated.
âYou ready for us baby?â Jin asked sweetly.
A simple head nod was all you could give them without getting too flustered. You couldnât believe that you were in this situation. You were roughly flipped over onto your stomach before you could think too much about it.
The boys tugged off their pants and positioned themselves on either side of you. You looked up at Yoongi with anticipation. The moment he looked down and saw you, his cheeks reddened and he had to look away.
âYou can take it out...if you want,â Yoongi muttered.
You didnât hesitate to tug down his underwear, revealing his thick dick. You began to salivate on sight, youâve never seen such a pretty cock before. You got closer to lick it when a sharp pain stung your ass.
âWe have to go at the same time. Bad girl,â Jin admonished.
You felt him run his cock against your wet pussy, teasing you even more.
âWait, shit. I should go get a condom,â Jin groaned in frustration.
âJust pull out,â you said softly.
âWhat?â the boys asked in unison with disbelief.
âIâm on the pill so it should be fine. I mean, as long as youâre both clean Iâm okay with you guys pulling out,â you clarified.
âYou sure?â Jin asked.
You nodded again.
âAlright then. Should I go get a timer?â Jin asked Yoongi.
âIt doesnât fucking matter. Please, I just want her to suck me off already,â Yoongi grew impatient.
âFine, fine. In 3, 2, 1,â Jin counted down.
The boys entered you in perfect harmony. Jinâs long dick penetrated you deeply, and the curvature of his dick allowed him to graze your g-spot with every stroke. Yoongi let you take the lead as soon as the tip of his dick entered your mouth. He was worried about choking you, so he stood in place. Jinâs powerful thrusts made you gag on Yoongiâs cock anyway. Tears welled in your eyes as Yoongi hit the back of your throat.
There you were, being spitroasted between your roommates. Just the thought alone was enough to get you all riled up. Here you were, living your best life.
You did your best to flatten out your tongue to let Yoongiâs dick slide neatly in and out of your mouth. Unfortunately, Jinâs rough strokes had you moaning uncontrollably. Drool dribbled down your chin and there was nothing you could do about it. You looked up at Yoongi, only to find that his eyes were already set on you.
That did him in.
âWhere should I cum? Iâm gonna--oh fuck,â Yoongi stuttered as he unleashed his load into your mouth.
Jin was still thrusting, making Yoongiâs explosion even messier. Yoongi collapsed onto the bed beside you, defeated. Jin finally stopped moving and got off the bed.
âYou okay?â Yoongi asked you.
You nodded after swallowing some of his cum. Jin came back with a warm washcloth and wiped off your face. He even handed you a glass of water. You were happy to see that his kindhearted nature was incorporated into every aspect of his life.
âNo water for me?â Yoongi joked.
âNo water for losers,â Jin said sternly, âBesides, the night is just getting started.â
You were flipped onto your back (which was a blessing, you were tired of having to prop yourself up with your arms). Jin smirked above you as his hand made a beeline down to your dripping pussy. He fiddled with your sensitive nub, making you squirm beneath him.
âYouâre such a good girl, ___,â he cooed, âDonât worry, Iâll treat you right.â
He inserted himself back in. Instead of resuming his rough pace from before, he took an agonizingly long time to bottom out. He used the same slow pace to pull out. You figured he was going to do it again, but you were wrong. This time, he opted to roll his hips into you. The sensation was different, and it allowed him to set a rhythm that was optimal for both of you. Judging by the high pitch of your moans, he figured you enjoyed it. He was absolutely right.
Yoongi moved to cup your face once more. He was leaning in to kiss you when Jin forcefully pushed him off the bed.
âDude, what the he--â
âLosers donât belong on the bed. They definitely donât get to touch her for the rest of the night,â he snarled as he brought your knees by your ears.
This position let him hit even deeper, which you didnât even think was possible. Again, he began to roll his hips. He leaned over to kiss you, forcing you to moan into his mouth.
âHold your legs for me, princess,â Jin whispered.
You complied. As soon as his hands were free, one of them began to stimulate your clit. He went straight to rubbing you quickly, wasting no time in toying with you. It seemed as if he was desperate to make you cum before he did.
From the corner of your eye, you spotted Yoongi sitting at his desk chair, his eyes fixated on you. His pretty hand was wrapped around his fat cock, pumping it quickly. It looked like he wanted to cum with you too. His sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, and his mouth was agape as he concentrated on you. Yoongi gave you a little smile when you looked over at him. This time, it was his turn to make you come undone. That, and of course Jin going to town on you.
âIâm c-coming,â you announced as your body spasmed.
Jin helped you ride out your orgasm, his hand quickened over your clit. The extra stimulus made you squirt all over him, something youâve never done in your life. Once he was sure that youâve come down, Jin quickly went to jack himself off over you.
âFuck, youâre so hot,â he panted before he splattered all over your chest.
Again, Jin went to go get a warm washcloth. In his absence, Yoongi quickly made his way onto the bed to cuddle you. He was the big spoon, and he brought you in close to his chest.
âDid you cum again?â you giggled as you asked.
âI did. Donât look at my underwear. It was the quickest thing I could grab to clean myself off before Jin came back,â he answered.
âDude, my cum is still all over her,â Jin said when he got back.
Yoongi just shrugged and kissed your cheek as Jin wiped you off.
âGuess Iâm the little spoon then,â Jin said as he wiggled his way into the cuddle session, âDid you enjoy it, ___?â he inquired.
âI did. Maybe a little too much. Iâve never squirted before,â you admitted.
âI can always make you do it again,â Jin laughed.
âI can do it too,â Yoongi chimed in.
âYou think you can do that? You canât even last in her mouth!â Jin mocked.
âYou wouldâve cum first too if you were in my position!â Yoongi yelled back.
âLooks like you guys have another argument to settle,â you joked, trying to join in the teasing.
âBet,â Jin said.
âOh, youâre so on,â Yoongi sneered.
They agreed that the new bet is to be settled at the same time, different place (Jinâs room) tomorrow. You wouldnât mind spending the rest of your isolated days like this.
Published September 18th, 2020. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved Š 2020 Baepsaesbae.
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Bring Your Son to Work Day [WIP]
This was a snippet of a fic I never finished but I really liked the idea of. Enjoy.
âOne request. I only had one request.â is what Buck wakes up to. Groaning at the sudden onslaught of pain somewhere in his torso as he moves his arm to rub at his eyes, Buck quickly aborts the movement. Right, broken ribs. Fun. And a mild concussion too if the pulsing bass line his brain is throbbing to seems to be any indication.
He suddenly realizes where heâs at. Itâs not like he isnât used to the familiar sterile scent of antiseptics, the too bright lights and the really awfully bland interior decoration.
One look at the bracelet wrapped around his wrist and yup, any doubts he has about where heâs at disappears. Heâs at the hospital. AGAIN.
â-times do we have to hammer it in your head to be careful? Are you trying to gain a loyalty card to the hospital? Or are you just trying to send me to an early grave? Buck? BUCK. Oh my gosh. Are you even listening to me?â As Maddieâs speech reached a crescendo, so did her voice. Buck couldnât mask the flinch he made at how her screeching made his headache even worse. âMâddie kâp it dâwn. âcushn. Shhhh. Sleep time nâw.â He clumsily tried to cover her mouth. âSorry. I forgot about your concussion,â Maddie whispered. âBut no, no sleeping. You gotta answer some questions first.â âBut mâtired,â he whined. âPromise mâkay. Câncussion protocols lâter.â âSorry sweetie. You know the drill. Canât escape protocols or what kind of a hospital would we be,â piped in a cheerful voice. Buck lazily turned his head to the side to see a smiling nurse dressed in colorful scrubs patiently standing on his bed side.
âUgh fine.â Buck dutifully answered all his questions and the nurse patted him on the shoulder before leaving him with Maddie.
âCân I go bâck tâsleep now?â
âFine. But youâre not off the hook.â
One week. Heâd been on medical leave for a week and he was going out of his mind. At first his ribs hurt enough that he was happy enough to binge all the episodes of How Itâs Made again. And then he started to feel better so he decided to do a thorough spring cleaningâŚwhich might not have been the best idea since it aggravated his ribs and pushed his recovery period from two weeks to three. Great. Nicely done, Buck. Now we have two weeks to killâŚagain. What was he supposed to do for the next fourteen days.
Eddie tried to help, sending Carla and Christopher his way after Zoom classes everyday before going back home for dinner; but that still left his mornings and evenings open and Buck was B O R E D.
So on day 12 out of 21 of his mandatory leave, Buck found himself lying on the floor by his dining table, after reorganizing his spice rack by color and shade, wondering if anyone had ever been committed to the psych ward for going insane out of boredom. He heard his phone ping quietly beside his head. Blindly grabbing it, Buck unlocked it to find a new message from Eddie.
Work Husband: Athena dropped by today and said that the LAPD was doing a special junior ride-along program for the kids this summer.
Think Christopher would be up for it?
Work Wife: Have you met your son? Heâs gonna vibrate out of his seat when you tell him that he gets to help Athena catch the bad guys for a day.
If anyoneâs reluctant, it would be you.
Work Husband: Fine. Maybe Iâm the one with concerns.
Ride-alongs can be dangerous you know? We never know what kinds of scenes theyâd be called to.
And itâs Christopher.
I want to keep encouraging his independence butâŚ
Work Wife:Iâm not an idiot, Eds. Donât forget I was more concerned about summer camp than you.
I get it okay? But Iâm also sure that they wouldnât have opened up these junior ride-along slots if they didnât modify the program to be child-safe.
Besides, you and I both know that Athena would make sure that Christopher rode with her.
And if thatâs not possible, you can bet your ass sheâs gonna threaten his partner within an inch of their life if a single hair on his head was harmed.
Work Husband: Did you have to send me a novel?
But fine, fine. Iâll talk to him about it at dinner tonight.
Weâre still good to crash your place later?
Work Wife: Absolutely. Please take me out of my misery for a few hours.
Work Husband:Drama Queen. Take this time to find hobbies. Maybe take up knitting or something.
Work Wife:I tried that when I hurt my leg, remember? Ended up spraining my fingers and almost stabbing myself with the needle.
Work Husband: What am I going to do with you, Evan William Buckley?
Work Wife: Go back to work, Eds.
And don't middle name me, Jose Edmundo Santiago Diaz Y Ă
strĂśm.
Work Husband: How did you even find that out?
It was abuela wasn't it?
Stop turning my own familia against me.
Gotta go. Just got a call.
Shaking his head in exasperation, Buck reconsidered knitting. It would be fun to prove to Eddie that he wasnât completely a disaster. Scrolling back up the chat, he tried to imagine Christopher in a ride along and couldnât stop the smile growing on his face. He just knew Christopher was going to love the experience. Maddie did when she went with Athena. A ride-along. Huh. Thatâs not such a bad idea. Heâd be in the cruiser all day, have an experienced police officer with him at all times. Heâd get to see a different side to the calls they responded to, maybe even fulfill his fantasies of solving a crime. That should cure his boredom.
With a renewed sense of purpose, Buck picked himself up of the floor and practically skipped to his laptop to download the ride-along forms. This was going to be great. âââ This was going to be a disaster, Athena thought, staring in horror at the form that was dropped onto her desk. There, mocking her was the title âRide Along Request Formâ and right below it, âEvan Buckleyâ. There was no way she was going to let Buck do a ride-along. âThereâs no way Iâm letting Buckley do a ride-along,â Athena immediately told the program head. âBoy gets into enough trouble as is, and has a vigilante streak too. Thereâs no way Iâm bringing a danger magnet along with me.â âI just thought that youâd prefer to take him since heâs from your husbandâs firehouse. But I can pass it along to Mercado. He hasnât had a ride-along in a while.â âOh hell no. My problem isnât who heâs riding along with. Itâs the fact that heâs doing a ride along. If this is really happening then heâs riding with me. God knows that Iâm our best chance of keeping Evan Buckley in one, non-law-breaking piece.â âGreat!â Sergeant Choi chirped. âHe rides with you tomorrow.â Great. Looks like tomorrowâs going to be a âBring Her Son to Workâ Day. âThe Lord have mercy on us all.â
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House of Gold
Okay, so this is strictly fluff. This is the fluffiest thing I have ever written for this AU and probably will be the most fluff you all will get for this.
This fic is based on the song House of Gold by Twentyone Pilots. I wanted to explore and explain the relationship between Tabby and her stepdad before everything went to shit. And I feel as though that song suits them.
"Kitty" is a nickname that she had for her stepdad when she was younger because her real dad and stepdad were both named Michael so to avoid confusion but she slowly dropped the nickname when she got older.
Summary: Tabby is six at the time and she is left home alone even though she's not supposed to be due to her mother's A+ parenting choices. When she's bored out of her mind she goes looking around for shit that she's not supposed to. But what happens when she takes a trip down memory lane and remembers all the good times she had before she was left all alone. Will it fill her with despair? or renew her sense of hope?
She asked me, Son when I grow old
Will you buy me a house of gold?
And when your father turns to stone
Will you take care of me?
She asked me, Son when I grow old
Will you buy me a house of gold?
And when your father turns to stone
Will you take care of me?
The lonely six-year-old paced around her small apartment relentlessly. Being left home alone yet again, she was pretty bored. She was looking for something to do. She was tired of TV, books, and she wasnât hungry, so that she couldnât eat her boredom away. Not that there was much to eat in the house anyways. She couldnât go outside alone because she didnât know where anything was, and the outside world scared her. Usually, the person she would consider her dad would be here by now. He would have taken her to the park, play pretend, play fight, or colored with her. Itâs boring playing by yourself. But since he wasnât here for reasons unbeknownst to her for a year now, she was left with her own devices.
What do you do as a child whoâs left home alone and bored out of your mind? You snoop around. Tabby went through the drawers in the kitchen. Maybe she could concoct something to eat if she looked hard enough or find something new to play with. She found nothing interesting. Nothing but silverware, junk mail, and odds and ends of a miscellaneous drawer that didnât hold her attention for very long.
She walked down the narrow hallway, altogether skipping over her room since she knew everything that she had in her room. She went straight into her momâs room. She took in her surroundings. She saw a couple of unfinished jigsaw puzzles on the floor. Sometimes her mother and her would try to finish them when her mom had the time. She saw the miniature wolf sculptures and figurines that her mother adores on her dresser. She went through her drawers to see if she found anything interesting or to remind her mom to do laundry if she saw that she didnât have clothes in there. The good news is that her mom didnât need to do laundry. The bad news was that she found nothing to hold her interest. She took one of her momâs green work shirts and just inhaled her scent. It calmed her down and took her mind off of her boredom. She missed her mom a lot. Tabby decided to stay buried in her momâs scent for a few minutes later before moving on.
Tabby decided to raid her momâs closet at least help her organize that godawful mess in there. Her motherâs closet was on the same length as most middle school and high school lockers. She began to separate the piles of clothes from clean to dirty based on smell until she came across an old blue folder. Finally, something to cure her boredom. Tabby opened it up to have a look and couldnât believe what she saw.
âSo this is where heâs been hiding the stuff that I make for him while heâs been here,â she realized in thought as a couple of pictures, a few short stories, and a couple of fathers days cards that were still all in pristine condition. Even a couple of years later.
That brought a smile to her face and brought back memories.
A little girl four years of age was sitting on the floor, focusing intently on a drawing that she was making on the coffee table. An older man in his late 20âs plopped down onto the couch lazily as he looked over to what the girl was drawing.
âWhatcha drawing?â he asked as he peered over.
âRemember the house by the candy shop that we always pass on our way to the park?â she asked, still not looking up from her drawing.
âThe one thatâs always on sale on hill street?â
âIf thatâs what itâs called, then yes.â
âYeah, what about it?â he asked, still not getting the picture
âWell, someday when Iâm all grown up, Iâm going to buy that house, and Iâm taking you with me. It will be our house!â she said proudly.
He raised an eyebrow in surprise.
âReally? What about your mother? Arenât you going to bring her along too?â he asked, struggling to find the words to speak.
Tabby grew quiet and looked down.
âWe all know with the lifestyle mommy is living, she wonât live very long. Youâll last longer,â she said quietly.
âYeahâŚâ he trailed off, a little disturbed at the childâs eeriness. But she wasnât far off from the truth either. He was aware of the type of life and choices that her mother led and made. Some of them left him scratching his head, and a lot of the time, they made his blood boil. What kind of a mother would do that to her kid. Tabby was a lot more perceptive than what sheâs given credit for. He knew that.
âBesides,â said Tabby bringing him out from his angry thoughts,â Youâre my best friend. It would be weird to plan my future and not have you in it. Itâs only natural that you would be a part of it.â
âYou think that Iâll be around that long?â he asked, amused playing along with the girlâs plan.
âYouâd said that you would be around forever, right?â
âOf course, kiddo I-I gave you my word,â he was taken aback by the fact that she took his promise so seriously.
âOkay then,â she went back to drawing.
âHow do you think that youâll pay for the house, huh?â
âIâll get a job when Iâm old enough to work, duh,â she said it like it was the most obvious thing ever.
âYouâd have to be 15 to work legally.â
She stopped to look at him in horror.
âBut thatâs so old.â
He couldnât help but let out a hearty laugh at her concept of old age. It was so fascinating to listen to what the four-year-old thought of the world around her. Sometimes she had solid points and saw the world for what it is at its base. Simplistic and so full of good and hope. Other times her ideas were so bizarre that they showed just how innocent she was.
Tabby looked at him, confused. Had she said something funny?
âOh, Iâd hate to break it to ya, kid, but if you think 15 is old, then it would take even longer to save up money to buy the place.â
She looked at him even more confused.
âHow hard can it be?â
He let out another hearty laugh.
âOh, kiddo, you have no idea.â
I will make you
Queen of everything you see
I'll put you on the map
I'll cure you of disease
Tabby took out one of her short stories that she wrote starring him as the hero and god that she saw him as. She worshipped him. She was rereading her work, a masterpiece at the time; now, she cringed at how godawful it was. However, she remembered beaming with pride when she handed him her finished product that she worked on for a month. It was the first story she ever wrote.
âKitty, look! Look at what I made for you!â Tabby ran to him as soon as he walked out the door.
âWhat is it?â he asked as he kneeled to be on her level.
âI made you a story,â she said shyly as she handed it to him.
He was a little shocked at the gift. This was the first thing sheâs ever given him. It was one of the nicest things anyone has done for him in a long time.
âWill you read it?â she inquired excitedly.
âSure, after I take my nap. Then Iâm all yours, and we can talk about your story.â
âAwww,â she sounded dejected.
âIâll tell you what. Iâll put it right beside me so that way it will be the first thing Iâll do when I wake up. Fair enough?â
âOkay,â she sighed. She wasnât happy with the compromise, but she took what she could get. She went back to play with her stuffed animals to keep herself occupied in the meantime.
However, he did not nap that day like he said he would. He spent his allotted two hours reading her story and just taking it in. She showed a lot of talent and promise with writing. Even with her limited vocabulary, she put so much passion and emotion behind what she was saying and trying to express that it was easy to get what she was saying. What moved him to the point of a few stray tears streaming down his face was how evident she thought so highly of him. She viewed him as a hero and thought he was a good person that he was better. It was so moving when he didnât even think of himself like that. Knowing that someone out there in the living room loved him enough to see past that and had so much to give left him speechless.
Let's say we up and left this town
And turned our future upside-down.
We'll make pretend that you and me
Lived ever after, happily
Tabby was grinning from ear to ear, sitting on the floor, looking through her old drawings and stories she wrote for him that he still kept in pristine condition. She had a few stray tears from happiness leaking out, but she didnât care. This was the closest she felt to him in a long while. She took out another picture. It was of her and her dad running through trees on some sort of adventure. Thereâs a story behind that one.
Tabby was drawing furiously at the kitchen table while her dad made her some spaghetti to eat for dinner. Her dad peered over her shoulder.
âI see that youâre overflowing with creative juices again. What are you drawing this time?â
âYou and me weâre going on an adventure, but I canât decide what the rest of the picture should be,â she said, frustrated.
âWhat about trees?â he suggested
âLike the woods?â she asked
âYeah, like weâre going on a hike and camping. Thatâs an adventure, and weâll come back when weâre done,â he said as he turned away to finish making dinner.
âOh, I donât want to come back,â said Tabby quickly as she went back to drawing.
He almost dropped the hot pot of boiling spaghetti at her statement.
âWhy wouldnât you want to come back?â he asked slowly.
Tabby stayed quiet for a few minutes before slowly turning to face him.
âIs it bad that I donât want to stay with mommy?â she said in a voice that was barely a whisper.
âI- Uh- W-what makes you say that? Donât you love mommy?â he didnât know how to answer that.
She shook her head furiously, sending her long strands of black hair all over the place while moving her little hands in a ânoâ motion â, No no, no, thatâs not it at all! I do love mommy, I do! Itâs just- she never listens to me. I tell her that I donât like it when she brings home strangers, and she still does it anyway. I tell her that I donât like it when she sleeps all day, but she does it anyway. If you love someone, then you would listen to them. Itâs like Iâm not here! I am unwanted and unloved, and I donât belong!â she looked down as her bottom lip quivered like she was going to cry.
Oh boy, he didnât know what to say or do. He bit off more than what he could chew. He was aware of her motherâs questionable life choices, but he never knew just how badly they affected Tabby. He gathered that they made her sad and lonely and neglected, but he never knew how deep her hurt ran. His burning hatred and anger at her mother quickly turned into heartbreak for the child in front of him.
He went back to plating her spaghetti and set it down in front of the sulking child. He petted her hair in an attempt to comfort her. He continued to do so until he noticed that she was feeling a little better to turn around and eat. Satisfied, he went back to plating his meal.
âYou know for what itâs worth; I can promise you that the bad things are only temporary even if they donât feel like it at times. If anyone can get out of this town when youâre old enough to, I have absolute faith that it would be you.â
âYou think so?â she asked excitedly and hopefully.
He ruffled her hair.
âI know so.â
She asked me, Son when I grow old
Will you buy me a house of gold?
And when your father turns to stone
Will you take care of me?
Tabby grew bored and put the pictures and clothes neatly back as best as she could and got up to explore the other rooms in the apartment. She went to the bathroom and opened up the cabinets to see what was in there. Her mother often told her not to look through the bathroom cabinets, but she wasnât here to say no. Tabby concluded that if it were that bad, she would be given a sign that would tell her no. She found nothing of interest. Just chemicals that she knew better to play with and in the upper cabinet various cold medicines, band-aids, anti-bacterial ointment, nail clippers, the thermometer, her motherâs happy pills as she called them, and bandages. Tabby felt a twang of nostalgia that hurt her stomach when she looked at the bandages, and she knew why.
Tabby was sitting on the couch waiting for her dad to come back and babysit her. Where was he? Her mom said that he would be here in two hours. Itâs been more than that. She jumped when she heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. Tabby turned around quickly only to be greeted with the horrific sight of her dad staggering in, out of breath, bruised and bloodied.
âOh my god, what happened?â asked Tabby, horrified as she ran towards him, tripping over her own feet.
âItâs nothing, honey. I just got into a fight; thatâs allâ He made his way to the kitchen and sat down in the chair as he grimaced.
âWell, we have to get you cleaned up,â she fretted, struggling to figure out what to do.
âGood Idea. Do you know what to do?â he asked
Tabby slowly shook her head no.
He sighed â, Thatâs okay. Iâll walk you through it. First, get a cloth and wet it with warm soapy water. That will help clean off the blood and kill the bacteria.
âGot it,â she said as she ran into the bathroom to grab a dishcloth from the pile, put on some warm water and used hand soap, and rubbed it into the cloth to make it soapy. She came out waiting for further instructions.
âGood now, gently pat clean up all of the blood as best as you can, okay?â he sounded tired.
Tabby went slow and tried to be a gentle as she could with a few reminders. Laser focusing on the task at hand. His hands revealed minor cuts and shallow gashes.
âIs that good enough?â
âYes, now go get the ointment. It should be in the upper cabinet in a blue and white packet in the bathroom.â
âOn it,â she ran back to the back to the bathroom as fast as she could and grabbed her stepping stool that she uses to reach the sink to brush her teeth. She stood on her tiptoes on the chair to get the cabinet to open it. She looked for anything with blue and white packaging until she found the tiny ointment packets he was talking about. She grabbed a few and ran back out into the kitchen.
âOkay, now what?â
âNow open the packets and gently smear the ointment on just for extra precaution for infection.â
Tabby struggled to open it with her tiny hands, so she had help opening it. She spread the ointment all over his hands as gently as she could.
âNow what?â
âNow, I need you to go into the junk drawer and get two safety pins.â
âOkay,â she knew where the drawer was in the kitchen. She rummaged through to find what she thought were safety pins since she had no idea what they looked like. She pulled out a paper clip and showed it to him for confirmation.
âNo, thatâs a paper clip. Try again.â
She rummaged through the drawer again and pulled out a thumbtack.
âNo, thatâs a thumbtack try again,â he sounded exasperated.
Tabby whimpered and held her head down like a scolded puppy. She didnât like how he sounded displeased with her. She rummaged deeper in the drawer and finally pulled out a safety pin,
âThere we go!â he encouraged.
She pulled out another one and set them both on the table.
âNow go get those bandages in the upper cabinet. They are long and white.â
She nodded and went back into the bathroom once more to grab the bandages and ran back out.
âGood, now wrap them around my hands,â he walked her through the process of doing that, and he put on the safety pins to hold the bandages in place himself.
Tabby grabbed his hands and kissed both of them. He jerked back in surprise and was a little taken aback by her actions. She looked just as confused as he was.
âWhat are you doing?â
âI was just kissing your boo-boos to make them feel better. Thatâs what mommy does with me. I thought it would work for you.â
He hugged her tightly and tried to choke back his tears at how sincere and pure she was. It was only then, when she calmed down enough that she realized that he stunk. Specifically of cheap whiskey and liquor. Tabby tried to push away and scrunched up her nose.
âYou stink,â she complained bluntly.
He burst out laughing. âI suppose I do. Iâll tell you what, let me take a shower, and weâll have a movie night, and Iâll let you stay up an hour past your bedtime.â
âOkay!â Tabby said excitedly with a giggle.
âAs long as you donât tell your mom.â
âMy lips are sealedâ she made a zipper mouth motion.
I will make you
Queen of everything you see
I'll put you on the map
I'll cure you of disease (Ooh)
Tabby closed the bathroom cabinets and went back out to the living room. Right back to where she started. She stared out the window at the busy street down below. It became part of her daily routine to stare out the window and see if her dad was coming back. She didnât know. It could be any day now. She hasnât lost hope yet. She continued to stare, being lost in her thoughts.
âAnd the pirate kingdom of Aiwratha is saved from the mutant octopus by the rebel pirates!â she held her stick that she used as a sword up in the air in victory.
Tabby and her dad were currently at Maplehood park on the wooden play pirate ship in the middle of the playground section of the park. With Tabby as captain of the rebel pirate team and her dad as her first mate. Since no one else wanted to play with Tabby, they have played this multiple times with different storylines. Secretly they both never tired from it.
âWe did it! We did it! We did it! We are the heroes!â he cheered as he picked her up and spun her around.
âOf course we are! Why wouldnât we be? We are a team forever and always! Together nothing will get in our way! Thereâs nothing we canât do!â she squirmed to be put down.
He took a minute to look at her eyes that were too big for her face. But they were so full of hope, adventure, optimism and had that bright lightning in her eyes. Ready to take on the world. He chuckled a little as he put her down and let her run free.
Maybe he didnât do a bad job with her after all.
And since we know that dreams are dead
And life turns plans up on their head
I will plan to be a bum
So I just might become someone
Tabby sighed and rested her head on her thin arms on the window sill gloomily. She perked up when she saw somebody that looked like her dad. Only to sink back down when she realized that it was a false alarm. Here she was all alone. So much for his promise of sticking around forever. So much for a future with him in it. That dream is dead.
She slowly sat up with a confused realization.
What was she thinking?
Sure he wasnât here now, but that doesnât mean he wonât be here until later, right? She recently discovered that dreams do die, but maybe just maybe, dreams can come back to life. Perhaps he will come back, and those dreams can soar again. Yes, thatâs right! This train of thought filled her with renewed hope, and she was bouncing in her seat in eagerness. Sure she and her mother arenât in a good place right now, but that would be her responsibility to bring them both out of this dark place. She believed that she was strong enough to do so. All she knew was that she had to fight to survive for herself and her mother alive long enough so when he does come back, they will be a family again, and her dad would be proud to see just how far sheâs come. Sheâll be a hero once again.
She asked me, Son when I grow old
Will you buy me a house of gold?
And when your father turns to stone
Will you take care of me?
I will make you
Queen of everything you see
I'll put you on the map
I'll cure you of disease
She didnât have an exact plan to go about this, but she decided it would be best to start small with stuff she could do. First, she could clean up the apartment as best as she could. After all, she canât have him come back to a dirty apartment. She was leaving the heavy-duty cleaning to her mom, such as chemical cleaning, laundry, and dishes since she didnât know how to do any of that. However, she could pick up a little and sweep. She knows how to pick up after herself and has seen her mom sweep multiple times, so she has an idea of what sheâs doing. She was too small for the real broom, so she would just use her pink kid one. She got to work right away.
She will do everything in her power to help him come home to her.
All for him.
#every rose has its thorn#erhit au#fanfic#creepypasta fandom#creepypasta#tabbyanderson#tabby#house of gold#twenty øne piløts#send me requests#please flood my inbox#please and thank you
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Lore Post About The Gods
There are many gods in this universe, we are only going to be talking about the relevant ones. Otherwise this is gonna turn into the Greek God family tree very fast and trust me we donât want that. So, letâs talk about some gods!
The God of Time - Avus Tempus (Grandpa Time)
General information:Â
The oldest god and the god that interacts with people the most, Avus Tempus is the most well known. He is the keeper of time, making sure it passes normally with no great disturbances. He watches as time passes, but does not interfere with mortal disagreements, even if he disapproves. He says that it is not his job to interfere.
Avus is older than time itself, and is the creator of the other gods. Avus was also the creator of the first Time Demons - which he calls his children with great glee. He has been given many nicknames over the years, with the most common being âGrandpa Time.â The limits to his powers are unknown, but is it commonly known that he can control the flow of time, and can open portals to different dimensions or various periods throughout time by roaring. People also know that he, with the help of his two direct children, MoĂra and Apeiro, killed the Titan of War during his rampage.
(Bonus: Grandfather clocks were named after him)
Appearance:Â
Avus appears as a long serpent like dragon with no arms or legs, green scales, golden horns and eyes, with long white hair down his spine and on his chin, making a beard of sorts. Legends say that his body extends forever, able to loop around the earth. Avus himself jokes that he has not ever seen his own tail. His fur is said to be as soft as clouds, and his scales are so tough that no spear could pierce it. However, despite being immortal, Avus himself is not completely immune to the effects of time. His eyes are pale and milky, showing that with age his sight has gotten very poor. Today he would be considered almost legally blind.
Where they live:
Avus lives in a huge palace on the top of the largest mountain on Earth. The mountain is called âMortum Manga,â and is on the âMulti Ossaâ mountain range. Inside his palace are intricate carvings on the walls that tell the history of the world, from Avusâ creaton on to current day. There is also a fountain which is called the âFountain of Youth.â Contrary to popular belief, this fountain does not make you immortal or young, but instead heals all sicknesses. It was named the Fountain of Youth because it was used to cure a large plague that was mostly killing children.Â
Along the side of the mountain is a small village called âThe Village Of Lights.â These people often interact with Avus directly. In fact, every 5 years they hold a festival where they light various sky lanterns and send them into the sky. Afterwards, Avus comes down to the village and talks to them. He specifically likes to meet with all of the children - who he likes to call his grandkids.Â
Personality:Â
He is an extremely friendly and passive god, often inviting people to come and have tea with him in his palace. Overall, Avus is very polite and is more than willing to shelter anyone if they ask. However that is difficult for most - since not only does he live atop the highest mountain, he also does look very intimidating. In reality he just wants to talk about how your day has been going. Avus is most certainly the kindest god that mortals can talk to.Â
He tries his best to keep up with new terms, words, controversial topics, etc. Because of his old age it can be hard for him to keep up. He ends up coming across as that overly supportive and sweet grandparent that doesn't understand but is trying to. (Ex: âAre you a boy or a girl? I cannot tell. My vision isnât what it used to be. Oh wait - are you one of those non-berries? Not binaries? So sorry I donât remember.â). Because of his age he is also considered very knowledgeable and wise, and people will sometimes come to him or pray to him for advice and counsel.Â
Avus is mostly considered to be extremely patient and calm, however there have been reports of him being fiercely protective of his âlittle village.â Those who have dared to harm those living or seeking refuge there have mysteriously ended up turned to stone.Â
The God of Life, Death, and Fate - Apeiro
General Information:
Apeiro is the god of life and death, which means itâs their job to make sure life is balanced. Apeiro can keep populations down through plagues, famine, natural disasters, or other means. Aperio can also bless certain times with good crops, more births, or other means to make sure populations stay up if need be. It is important to remember that Aperioâs job is NOT to make life/death fair. Apeiro also makes sure that spirits end up in their proper afterlife. Apeiro can also tug on the strings of fate, not manipulating them completely, but pushing them where they want it to go.
They stand against large acts of necromancy, however, they made a deal with Alita long ago. In this deal, Totems Of Undying were allowed to be created and sealed deep inside Jungle Temples. It is unknown exactly what Apeiro got in exchange for allowing this to happen but people have speculated that it has something to do with the existence of Wither Skeletons, which guard Nether Fortresses, and Withers, which can be made with a combination of three Wither Skulls and Soul Sand.Â
Apeiro also assisted Avus and MoĂra in taking down the Titan of War.Â
Appearance:
They have a dark gray cloak/robe that wraps around them and flows dramatically to the floor. It drifts behind them, rippling and waving like thereâs constantly a breeze. At the edges of the cloak there are dozens of tiny white stars. They donât have a face, just a black shadow that flickers around the edges when you look directly at it (which is something you should never do). They do have hands that look like skeleton talons that float separately from their body since they do not have arms. They also have horns that used to merge as a sort of crown above their head. Now, from previous battles, those horns have been splintered and broken in two.
Where they live:Â
Apeiro lives inside a castle, which has the foundation of the skeleton of an ancient colossal dragon. They live with their younger sister, MoĂra. Apeiro specifically lives in the head - which has been remade into a massive throne room mixed with a fancy ballroom. The neck leading up to this room is a very long hallway that has many statues of many different people. These people are referred to as âChampions,â and they are previous winners of the Championâs Cup.Â
This skeleton castle is called the âFossa Palaceâ and it can be found in the middle of the âDecaying Wastelandsâ desert. It is unknown what killed the colossal dragon, but rumors have spread that Aperio did it themselves and decided to make it their home. Regardless, when the wind blows in the cold of night, people say they can still hear soft roars and hums of the dead dragon.Â
Other than living with MoĂra, Apeiro lives completely alone and does not normally travel outside of their castle. They only do so in big emergencies such as universal threats or large acts of necromancy.Â
Personality:Â
Apeiro is very dramatic and adores big and grand theatrics. The Champions Cup itself was created out of boredom since messing with mortal lives from the sidelines can only entertain a god for so long. Speaking of which, Apeiro finds great entertainment in watching mortal lives, and loves to play with them. Whether this is good playing or bad playing, depends on their mood. Apeiro finds it amusing to poke and prod at peopleâs lives from time to time, and is considered a being of madness from a few of their victims. Apeiro laughs as a witness to human wars, and sees all mortal conflict as beneath them. They will sometimes even find glee in watching other gods squabble over petty things.Â
The Goddess of Karma, Justice, and Fortune - MoĂra
General Information:
MoĂra is the goddess of karma, justice, and fortune. This means she mainly watches over humanity and tries to keep peopleâs lives fair, even, and balanced. She gets very angered when there are big atrocities happening in the world, or even just when excessively unfair things happen to good or bad people. She is often the judge and jury and innacts justice as she sees fit. MoĂra is a very patient force as well, and ensures that eventually, in one way or another, that good things happen to good people and bad things happen to bad people. karma is a patient force.Â
She also blesses those she sees fit with various fortunes (whether this be money, something more spiritual, or something emotional will depend), or will take away from those who have committed horrendous crimes,Â
MoĂra also helped Avus and Apeiro kill the titan of war, and was the main one leading the charge against him.Â
Appearance:
MoĂra wears an extravagant white robe with golden patterns of leaves as an accent. She appears as a youthful human woman with dark skin and curly hair, but is very unnerving to look at. Her eyes are pure gold, dripping liquid gold down her cheeks. She has large curling goat horns which are decorated with various gems. MoĂra also wears a laurel headpiece as a crown, with a bright red ruby in the center. She constantly floats just above the ground in order to keep herself clean.Â
Where they live:Â
MoĂra lives inside a castle, which has the foundation of the skeleton of an ancient colossal dragon. She lives with her older sibling, Aperio. MoĂra specifically lives near the top of the rib cage - which has been remade into a large fighting stadium. This stadium is where a tournament called the âChampionâs Cupâ is held once a decade. There is an observatory hanging from the top of the dome ceiling, this is where MoĂra resides. However she can also commonly be found with Aperio, or in the castle's library. MoĂra does travel outside the castle for business purposes and works with people a lot. Â
Personality:Â
MoĂra is much more careful about keeping balance then Apeiro is, and is much more responsible with her powers. MoĂra also tends to scold her older sibling very often and is not very trusting of them. People think that the only reason MoĂra lives with Apeiro is because she wants to keep a close eye on them.
By and large, MoĂra is a very patient and slow god. She takes her time and thinks her actions through for a long time before acting. She thinks, a lot, and makes very calculated decisions like some sort of gamemaster. MoĂra is willing to play the long game and waits for the pieces to fall into place so she can enact her plan properly.Â
MoĂra is also very vengeful, and remembers all of the little wrongdoings people have done. However she is very fair with her punishments, at least, she sees what she has done as fair.Â
The Goddess of The End and the Keeper of The Void - The EnderdragonÂ
General InformationÂ
History says that long ago there were Colossal Dragons; dragons that were born small and slowly grew throughout their lives until they were bigger than mountains. They have largely gone extinct because food became scarce and they were unable to eat enough to maintain their size. Some of their skeletons can still be seen to this day.
People know whispers of an old tale, about a dragon larger than mountains who rules The End as queen, and controls the Endermen as slaves to her will. That long ago she attempted to wipe out all life on this planet, but failed due to an intervention from MoĂra, along with Avus who both banished her away from the Overworld. They say that one day, The Enderdragon will return, and have her revenge on everyone who dared forget her name.Â
The majority of people donât even believe sheâs real, and some have never even heard of her. Most people believe The Enderdraon is a made-up myth tale that was made by man to explain the unknown creation of Endermen. Some people see The Enderdragon as a sort of boogeyman figure, a tale Dragon Riders will tell their children to get them to behave; Others believe sheâs just some rumor made to prevent people from exploring The Stronghold. The only thing people know for certain, is that people who have dared to enter The End have either been never seen again, or come back with horrifying stories and with their children being cursed and becoming Endermen hybrids.
Appearance:
In stories she is illustrated as a large black dragon, bigger than mountains, with large grey horns and wings. The wings are usually torn, along with many scars from various battles decorating her body. The most prominent feature is her bright purple eyes. It is said that she breathes hot purple fire.Â
Where they live:
In the End, one of the many different dimensions in this universe. It is mostly illustrated as many floating islands made of pale yellow sand. There are various crumbling purple buildings, along with purple plants that grow an odd fruit with teleportation abilities called âchorus fruit.â Endermen in the overworld are sometimes seen holding these. In the center of these islands are 10 tall obsidian pillars- each with an odd crystal that contains healing abilities, but only for The Enderdragon.Â
Underneath the islands of the end is an endless void of darkness. It is unknown what could possibly be down there. Those who have tried to find out have never returned.Â
Personality:Â
In the legends, The Enderdragon is painted as an angry, vindictive, and spiteful dragon who wants nothing more than to watch humanity burn.
The Goddess of Magic - AlitaÂ
General Information:
Alita is the keeper of all the different types of magic. There is Protection Magic, Elemental Magic, Combat Magic, Enchantments, and Necromancy. Alita is the higher power that can control all of these types of magic over others, and because of this is considered very dangerous. She can grant magic to people if they sacrifice something of great value. If she gives you magic then your spells will always appear as pure black.
Alita can also freely travel through the different dimensions - The Overworld, The Nether, and The End. She also creates permanent portals that are scattered all throughout the world. One of these portals is The Stronghold - which is a permanent portal to The End. It is unknown where others may be.
Alita is also the mother to all Kitsune, each born under a different type of magic. Kitsune are made to help Alita watch over the Overworld since she lives deep underground in The Nether. However, it is not uncommon for Kitsune to diverge from this purpose and instead do their own thing. Alita does not see a problem with this, since not only can she freely make new ones, but if she really needs to she can force her will onto the Kitsune that rebel against her wishes.Â
Appearance:
Alita appears to be wearing an elegant masquerade mask that looks like a peacock. You can barely see one white eye and a small beak peeking out from the mask. Nobody, except for a few other gods, knows what she looks like under the mask. Anyone who has seen does not remember. Alita generally appears to be avian-like, being part Peacock. She has peacock tail feathers that fan up whenever she gets angry. However, the eyes seem a little too real, and people have reported getting headaches from looking at them for too long. Over her body is a beautiful silk purple dress with silver accents on the ends. She also wears many different rings and necklaces that have been given to her.Â
Floating around her are five multichromatic flaming orbs that flash different colors. Each one stands for a different type of magic. Protection magic is represented by an icy blue, Elemental Magic flashes between red, dark blue, and light green depending on the element, Combat Magic is represented by royal purple, Enchantments is represented by orange, and Necromancy is represented by a dark green.
Where they live:Â
Alita lives very deep underground in the nether, in the darkest caves surrounded by bubbling lava. Various bones decorate the entrance to her cave and she has a massive throne made of gold. Â
Personality:Â
Alita is described as the cruelest of the gods. While Aperio may mess with fate, that is their job and they ultimately keep some semblance of balance. Alita will play games with the mortals who dare to visit her simply for the fun of it. She is very playful and likes to toy with people, forcing them to make extremely difficult decisions and pay the price for their hubris.Â
Alita can be won over with attention and praise however. She adores it when people grovel and give her positive attention just for a silly favor. While she may not often go out into the world, Alita is always open to visitors of any kind. After all, the visitors are often very entertaining.Â
The Titan of War, also known as The Blood God - SanguineousÂ
General Information:
Not much is known about the Blood God. He has mostly been lost to ancient legend. They say he was an old titan that became more powerful the more he killed. So, he became power hungry and so full of bloodlust that he attempted to wipe out all life on Earth. Because of this, he was killed by MoĂra, Avus and Apeiro. His name is only known from old tapestries and ancient texts; Sanguineous.
Some say that he is not dead, but is simply resting for the right time to strike again. Some say his bones are what made the Multi Ossa mountain range. Some say that his presence can still be felt to this day. Some people do know that those who have been touched by his presence have pure red eyes. Other rumours tell of pockets of underground lakes that still hold the old Titanâs own blood. There are whispers that those pockets hold unimaginable power, if only someone could find and harness them.Â
Appearance:
Old paintings and tapestries depict the Blood God as a creature made purely of bone - but only an upper body up. His chest is shown to be a human skeleton, with the hands mutated into large claws. His head, however, is depicted as a large ram skull, with humongus black horns and glowing red eyes. Sometimes, he is depicted holding a large netherite axe which he attempted to split the earth with.
Where they live:Â
Since the Blood God is dead, he does not live anywhere. When he was alive he did not live in any particular place. He simply wandered the Overworld.
Personality:Â
The only thing known is that he wanted nothing but for blood to be spilt from each end of the earth.Â
#not an ask#lore dump#gods#Avus Tempus#Apeiro#MoĂra#The Enderdragon#Alita#The Blood God#Sanguineous
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hiii, do you write for xue yang? if yes, could you do some poly!xuexiao headcanons or scenario? whatever its easier to you! maybe with a little angst since xue yang is a hard person. even if you say no, thank you so much for your attention and for your writing, I love what you do đ
UWU, you made my entire week, thank you so muchhh â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ you warmed my heart! Of course, I write for best boy XY~ Honestly, I write for nearly all characters. I picked headcanons, because there is- a LOT to talk about when it comes to poly XueYao and your girl is living for that adventure! I tried making it as angsty as possible, but my THIRST for a happy ending is so strong- I apologise for the delay in answering (life decided to life a bit more these past few days) and I hope you enjoy my take on the relationship~
P.S I might have gone a tad overboard-
I'm changing the canon quite a bit, because XueXiao need happiness and you are that happiness. XXC doesn't know Xue Yang's name until they meet post-blindness, Song Lan doesn't appear until MUCH later and ofc you're there lol.
You know that trope of the angel and the devil on your shoulder? That's your relationship with Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen in short.
It all started when you met Xiao Xingchen during one of his many travels. He was so kind and sweet, understanding and compassionate. You were very fond of his company. Likewise, you didn't underestimate him, you listened to him, you were intelligent, funny, caring, responsible and he quickly found himself drawn to you.
So, it was no surprise when he expressed a certain interest in you. And it was even less of a surprise when you returned his feelings. And life was great.
But then, Xue Yang came into the picture and hit both of you in the hearts like Cupid's arrow. Discovering him on the side of the road was both the best and worst thing that had ever happened to you.
At first, both of you denied your attraction to him, but with every passing day, it grew more and more. The three of you'd spend nearly every second of the day together. The boy was handsome, funny and had a certain aura of...danger to him - one you found to be very charming in it's own way. Xiao Xingchen, too, had a growing fondness for Xue Yang's quick wit and rough play.
Nobody really suggested a poly relationship, it just kind of happened. One day you just grabbed both of their hands and they went with it.
Now, the dynamic between the two of them is much too entertaining. XXC is much more careful and caring, worrying and doting over both you and XY, showering both of you in love and affection. Xue Yang, on the other hand, is much more rough, mischievous and daring. They are the epitome of "good cop bad cop."
It is the most noticeable when you want to do something more dangerous or risky, be it joining a night hunt or anything else that could potentially end with you getting hurt. The response is always Xue Yang's immediate "Hell yes. Count me in" vs Xiao Xingchen's "No wait, what if you get hurt, just be careful."
While Xiao Xingchen is all sweet caresses, gentle hugs and forehead kisses, Xue Yang much prefers hidden inappropriate touches, especially in public, bites and playful smacks. He could endure a bit of scolding from Xiao Xingchen.
They wouldn't necessarily fight over you, but Xue Yang is much more needy when it comes to affection and it shows. God forbid it's just you and Xiao Xingchen without him. He'd be quick to join in, seemingly casually butting into the conversation, but you'd know better. He's lacked affection as a child and you know it, so his touch-starved nature is far from surprising.
Sharing a bed is an adventure. One sleeps unmoving, barely breathing, like a corpse, while the other - kicks and turns. Not a lot, but enough to be noticeable. Xiao Xingchen is the one who is turns, surprisingly. And of course, you're sandwiched in the middle of it all. Let me tell you, it's all fun and games, until summer rolls around. Sharing a bed in winter is a blessing, but the scorching heat of the summer days has made for some pretty interesting solutions. But nobody refuses to sleep away from the other two. You just HAVE to be bundled up together.
Xue Yang, despite being the self-proclaimed scoundrel of the relationship, is actually the most overly protective of the three of you. Underneath that seemingly devil-may-care attitude of his is a ticking time bomb of emotions ready to explode whenever somebody dares to so much as look at either you or XXC the wrong way.
"So what if he's blind! It's a blessing he doesn't have to witness your ugly damn face."
"Touch her. I dare you. I may not have a pinky, but you won't have a- " cue both of you dragging him far far far away from the situation.
But with life, as life goes, things are never black or white. And amidst the genuine love you three had for each other, trouble was bound to arise eventually.
Xue Yang never truly changed. How could he? The damage was already done. He may have found life with you and Xiao Xingchen to be pleasantly mundane and calm, but something kept weighing him down. And he decided, that it must have been Xiao Xingchen himself - the walking reminder of his past pain and his thirst for vengeance.
Imagine waking up one night, only to see Xue Yang standing next to the bed, staring at Xiao Xingchen holding... something in hand. It was too dark to tell. Upon noticing you're awake, he quickly turns around and leaves the room. And after a few long minutes, you feel the bed bext to you dip down with his weight. "Sleep." he'd mumble, before wrapping an arm around your waist. But somehow - it felt different.
And somehow you get that gut feeling, that perhaps you shouldn't leave Xiao Xingchen alone with Xue Yang. Perhaps you should be there at all times. Perhaps you were just imagining things, but you could swear something was rather off with your dear lover.
And then a fight happened. Now fighting was far from unusual, but this one escalated. It was over something minor, yet Xue Yang was much too hostile. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes - something you were used to, but this time your subconsciousness was screaming for you to run.
"It was you wasn't it?" Xiao Xingchen's gentle-as-ever voice rang, cutting through the unbearable tension, "Baixue Temple, Yueyang Chang Sect, it was you wasn't it, Xue Yang?"
And Xue Yang would just laugh and laugh. "I am glad you didn't forget me, dear Daozhang." And through a wicked smile, he'd tell his story of the missing pinky, sparing none of the gruesome details. And you'd realize, that all this time you'd been sharing your bed, your food...your love and relationship with a madman.
But that didn't make you want him any less. Not after so much time together. Not after falling in love. The situation was much more dire for Xiao Xingchen. He'd fallen utterly in love with the one who'd-
Yet he loved him so much. You loved him so much. And God, did it hurt, because through that fake smile of his, Xue Yang was fighting with himself. He didn't want his heaven to disappear. You - his wonderful candy, and his precious Daozhang were the cure for boredom he'd needed, the compassion he'd seeked for as a child, the understanding and caring he longed for.
And he wasn't ready to let go.
He'd try to attack, but it would be futile. Deep down Xue Yang knew, that he didn't want to hurt either of you. You never looked down on him, you never took advantage of him, you never stopped caring. And when Xiao Xingchen moved in front of you to protect you, yet took away his sword, instead opening his arms, Xue Yang realised, that perhaps for the very first (and only) time - violence and death weren't the only paths to walk on.
And perhaps, with time he'd learn how to properly love. And both Xiao Xingchen and you would be by his side, leading him and showing him what love is.
Perhaps, this relationship was worth fighting for.
#grandmaster of demonic arts#grandmaster of demonic cultivation#mo dao su zhi#mo dao zu shi#mdzs#xue chengmei#xue yang#Xue yang x reader#xiao xingchen x reader#xiao xingchen#the untamed#the untamed xue yang#the untamed x reader#mdzs x reader#cql fic#Cql#mdzs headcanons#mdzs fanfiction#canon divergence#xuexiao#poly relationship#Poly xuexiao#Oof#Angst#Fluff
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My Boys
Chapter 4
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12Â Chapter 13Â Chapter 14
Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes
Word Count: 2788
Warnings: Slow Start, Language.
Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the ĐŚŃни НайŃĐ´ gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change
Sorry for leaving this so late everyone, Had a really busy day at work and passed out as soon as I got in, Woke up at 8 and Iâve been working on this chapter for ages so hopefully you all like it :) Enjoy Everyone!
(Also Ő´Ő¸ŐÖŐĄŐŁŐ¸ÖŐľŐś Ö
ÖŐŐŤŐ¤ means grey orchid in Armenian, according to google translate)
-Two days later
If someone told me that Iâd end up in the middle of a gang war being held hostage with a colt M1911 held up against my head, I probably would have called them batshit crazy. Confused? Let me explain, two days ago the mole in the Ő´Ő¸ŐÖŐĄŐŁŐ¸ÖŐľŐś Ö
ÖŐŐŤŐ¤ reported that they were planning to infiltrate our territory and attack us at the base, the Ő´Ő¸ŐÖŐĄŐŁŐ¸ÖŐľŐś Ö
ÖŐŐŤŐ¤ have been rivals with us for years, almost for as long Iâve been alive.
The boss was really pissed, I mean Iâve seen mind mad but boy he was raging, knocking everything over hell he even shot one of our new recruits he was that pissed off! All members were forced into training, Damien brought in an ex Russian spy to teach us new moves, at the end of it my body was littered with bruises and cuts I could hardly see my skin colour it was that bad. Hell, some of the boys looked worse then me. We trained through the night, alternating between combat training and firearms, it was relentless⌠some of the guys passed out from exhaustion and when they came back âround boss put them straight back into training.
Iâll admit, thereâs been some intense wars, but they didnât even come close to this one, everyone was involved, even the bloody cleaners were trained and normally they just clean up the rooms after the guys are done with a prisoner! We had a plan to draw the Ő´Ő¸ŐÖŐĄŐŁŐ¸ÖŐľŐś Ö
ÖŐŐŤŐ¤ out, everyone was to go to the bank and make it look like a heist prep, while I set up shop in the dinner across the road. I was to make sure that none of the Ő´Ő¸ŐÖŐĄŐŁŐ¸ÖŐľŐś Ö
ÖŐŐŤŐ¤ got the jump on our guys and take out as many of em as I could, so there was no bloody pressure there, Iâd be lying if I said I was anything but terrified.
It was around 5 AM when training stopped, all of us ordered to get cleaned up and report back to the base at 6:30, one by one we all left for our homes the pistol strapped to my thing reminding me of what was about to happenâŚ
-Tiny Time Skip-
The hour and a half flew by, each member was sorted into a group and bundled off into a car, every group has a different route and arrival time. Of course, I was the only one who didnât have that luxury, the boss said that itâd seem less suspicious if I took the bus there and arrived last, so there I was on the number 17 bus at 7 in the morning. The street past by me in a blur, kids were making their way to schools with the mothers in tow behind them, mean while I was making my way to a bloody gang war. Not much of a difference between the two is there? Lazily my eyes glanced over the street, bored outta my mind, the stop was still 10 minutes away and the pair behind me talking business werenât really curing my boredom.
I swear down if I donât get off this bus soon Iâm gonna lose it! letting out a small sigh I turned and looked out the other window. Okay come on could this day get any bloody worse ?! just my luck both Steve and Bucky were on the street the bus stopped on both staring at me, they really need to stop doing that itâs starting to creep me the hell out. I felt my eyes widen before I ducked under the window, wanting nothing more than this blasted bus to hurry up and move, muffled voices started yelling my name from the other side of the window as the bus started to pull away from the stop. Slowly I started rising my head up and dared to look out the window, both the boys were chasing after the bus, Steve lagging behind as Bucky raced ahead, we shared one last look before the bus blended back into the traffic on main street.
That was way too bloody close for my liking, letting out a sigh of relief I cleared my head and concentrating on my up coming task, the next stop was the one I needed, and I still had 10 minutes before I needed to check in. It was a simple plan, Iâd walk into the dinner and order a coffee and a sandwich, walk over to the booth closest to the window and signal my gang I was in position, monitor where the Ő´Ő¸ŐÖŐĄŐŁŐ¸ÖŐľŐś Ö
ÖŐŐŤŐ¤ came from and get the registration numbers of the cars they came out of. Â Simple enough.
Noticing that the bus was nearing my stop, I readied my things and hit the button, mentally preparing myself for the next few hours.
Steveâs POV
Y/n was right in front of us, on that bus, itâd only been a couple of days, but sheâs changed so much again. Her cuts had healed but her face, it was littered with fresh marks and bruises, the dark bags under her eyes stood out against her pale skin, she looked like a ghost.
What the hell happened to her? I was still from the shock, manging to break out of the haze when Buck started running after the bus, we chased it down the block for as long as we could but eventually we lost herâŚagain. Slowly, I came to a stop next to him, his face impassive, but his eyes were filled with anger, worry and sadness, a look I knew all to well, âDid ya get the bus number?â he didnât turn and look at me. He was still staring at where y/n disappeared, his head turned slightly at my question but other than that he kept his gaze ahead of him. âyeah, sheâs on the 17, it stops just outside the bank on 4th street⌠did you see y/ns face Steve? She looked like death warmed up, what the hell is going on with her?â Buckyâs temper started to rise, I knew how he was feeling, the frustration of not being able to help someone who desperately needs it was slowly drivinâ me insane. âThatâs somethin weâre gonna have to ask her when we find her, come on Buck lets go find our girlâ clapping my hand on his shoulder, we started following the road down.
-20 Minutes later
A silence surrounded us as we walked, both of us thinkinâ about her, why wonât she let me help her? I know what itâs like to not have a family growinâ up, then Bucky came into my life and changed it all, he became my brother and I his. Thatâs all I wanna do for y/n, give her someone to rely on, someone to trust. Gun fire shattered my inner thoughts, people were running and screaminâ as they tried to get away, the crowd managed to knock both of us to the ground, Buck grabbed me by the collar and dragged me outta the way before I got crushed by all the people. âWhat the hell is goinâ on?! Steve, you okay?â I didnât answer him, my eyes followed where the noise was cominâ from, Bucky right behind me, both of us peaking around the corner to see what was going on.
Two groups were firing shots at each other, one group was holed up in a dinner and the others were shooting from behind a couple of cars, a few of em were shooting from inside the bank. âJesus Christ! Weâre in the middle of a goddamn gang war Buck, we gotta find y/n and get the hell away from here!â for once in his life Bucky didnât argue with me and started pulling us away from the scene. A sudden shout halted our movements, the firing stopped as the dinner door opened, my heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach from what I saw next, a man yelling in what I guessed to be Russian walked out the dinner, his gun pointed at the side of y/ns head. Blood was dripping from her nose as he dragged her across the middle of the road, the worse bit was that she didnât look scared not one bit, instead she looked blank, there was no expression on her face and eyes were dead, the man holding her yelling was nonsense I chose to ignore, keeping my eyes trained on her.
âSteve please tell me that my eyes are tricking me and that isnât y/n being held hostage by the dickhead with the gunâ Buckyâs voice shaking, I didnât know if it was from anger or fear, âWe need to get her outta there Buckâ. Â Both our gazes were trained on the man holding y/n, our minds focused on a plan of getting her back to us.
Readers POV
I knew as soon as I entered the dinner somethinâ was off, the atmosphere didnât feel right at all, choosing to ignore it and stick to the plan I got in position and signalled to the member sat on the bench outside the bank. Â One by one, the gangs made their way inside the bank and I waited for the sign, 5 minutes later gun shots were fired from inside the bank as members of the Ő´Ő¸ŐÖŐĄŐŁŐ¸ÖŐľŐś Ö
ÖŐŐŤŐ¤ pulled in cars and opened fire on the guys. People in the dinner started screaming and running for the door, I played my part and hid under the table trying to look terrified, everything was going to plan then shit hit the fan, the guys left in the dinner with me pulled out guns and returned fire on the ĐŚŃни НайŃĐ´.
This is not my F**king day at all! What the hell do I do now?! Shoot at these guys or plan hostage and gain the upper hand?!, the decision was taken outta my hands when one of the Ő´Ő¸ŐÖŐĄŐŁŐ¸ÖŐľŐś Ö
ÖŐŐŤŐ¤ thugs grabbed my upper arm and dragged me over to the back of the room. Guns were trained on all the everyone who were unfortunate enough to get trapped in the building, a young girl was hugging her mother for dear life as the war carried on, keeping my eyes focused on the guy closet to me I waited for an opportunity.
Okay, y/n this is without a doubt one of the stupidest things you are ever going to do, the thug watching us turned to answer another member when I struck, quickly leaping to my feet I grabbed him from behind and forced him to the floor. Clearly surprised the other guys faltered before retaliating, acting purely on adrenaline I pulled my handgun and started firing at them, managing to hit 3 of them, 2 in the arm one in the chest, before I dived underneath the counter. Bullets started flying past me as they fired through the counter attempting to hit me, acting on impulse I laid down, waiting for them to seize fire and check to see if I was alive, one guy peered over the side and tried to tell the other thugs I was still alive. My reaction was to grab is collar and slam his face into the counter the use him as a human shield, the members ended up unintentionally killing their own guy, clearly, I pissed them off for out-smarting them.
I managed to fire a few more shots before a sudden force hit my back, sending me to the floor with only my face to soften my fall, Son of a b*TCH THEY JUST BROKE MY GODDAMN NOSE! A hand grabbed my hair, pulling me to my feet. I came face to face with the ugliest motherf*cker Iâd ever seen, Alexi Churnov leader of the Ő´Ő¸ŐÖŐĄŐŁŐ¸ÖŐľŐś Ö
ÖŐŐŤŐ¤ and the monster behind the rise of sexual assault cases in Brooklyn. âMy, my what do we have here, itâs the renowned recruiter of the ĐŚŃни НайŃĐ´. Boys, this is little y/n  y/l/n, sheâs been a part of the ĐŚŃни НайŃĐ´ for quite some time nowâ His voice alone is vile enough to make a Nun swear, âCut the crap Churnov I havenât got all day ya know, places to be people to shoot and all thatâ okay maybe I need to learn when to keep my mouth closed.
The next thing I knew my head was forced backwards and a stinging pain erupted along the right side of my face, I turned my head forwards and what do you know, I was face to face with the devil himself. âHave some respect you insolent child! talk to me in that tone again and I wonât hesitate to kill you. Now down to business, tell me what the ĐŚŃни НайŃĐ´ are planning or one by one these people die.â Well, do I have permission to panic now?!, slowly Alexi came closer to my face, scowling as he waited for his answer, my response ? I spat blood in his face and laughed at his stupidity.
A sharp kicked halted my laughter as I was dragged to my feet, a now very pissed off Alexi was dragging me to the dinner entrance, the difference of the light left me temporarily blinded, âĐŚŃни НайŃĐ´! WE HAVE YOUâRE PRECIOUS LITTLE Y/N! COME OUT AND FACE US OR SHE DIES RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!â. Oh, you have got to be f**king with me. The ĐŚŃни НайŃĐ´ shared glances with one another, nobody knew what to do, hell even the boss looked conflicted and unsure with how to solve the situation.
You know how I said that attacking the Ő´Ő¸ŐÖŐĄŐŁŐ¸ÖŐľŐś Ö
ÖŐŐŤŐ¤ with a pistol and no back-up was the stupidest thing Iâd ever done? Well this is even stupider. I quickly spun around and grabbed the arm holding the gun to my head and twisted it behind Alexiâs back, curse words flew out of his mouth as the gun fire returned. Shots passed by my head as I dived behind a car, in the distance police cars were closing in on the gangs, not that either side cared all were focused on taking out as many people as possible.
I was happy with staying here until the police got the situation under control, out the corner I noticed something odd, two very familiar faces were crouched down behind a wall, both boys were corned as gun fire rained on either side of them. WHAT THE HELL WERE THOSE IDIOTS DOING?!, my eyes were wide with panic as I watched thugs from Ő´Ő¸ŐÖŐĄŐŁŐ¸ÖŐľŐś Ö
ÖŐŐŤŐ¤ slowly edge closer to them, not thinking of the risks to me I dashed out from my cover and started running over to them. My heart started beating faster, one of Alexiâs men was pointing his gun at Bucky and Steve, Bucky stood slightly in front of Steve to try and protect him.
Using the last of my energy, I ploughed my entire body into the man, sending both of us toppling back over the wall. The impact stunned the both of us for a second, but the fist flying to my face soon knocked some sense into me, literally. What is it with these guys and punching me in the f**king face today? Quickly I rolled off him and sprung to my feet, barely managing to avoid his second attack. I used my size to my advantage, manoeuvring around the thug, punching and kicking wherever I could reach, at some point he landed a kick and sent me flying into the wall of the building behind me, my eyes followed his hands as he trained his gun on the boys again.
I acted on impulse, pushing me body forward and over the wall as he fired his gun, at first, I didnât feel anything just a little pinch as I landed on the floor in front of Bucky and Steve, the sound of guns cocking behind me had me tense up and turn around, thankfully it was the police aiming at Alexiâs men. I let out a sigh of relief before turning to the boys, both were still on the floor with me, âJesus Christ what the hell were you two thinking?! You could got shot! Or worse killed!â neither of them said anything, tears started falling down their checks as they looked at me.
âY/nâŚYyour bleedingâ I felt my eyebrows scrunch up in confusion as I glanced down at my body, to my horror blood was soaking my shirt and then the pain hit me like a ton of bricks. Black spots filled my vision as I felt my body fall to the floorâŚthe sound of my name being called from somewhere far away as darkness consumed my vision.
Very long Chapter to make up for the really late upload, feel free to leave some constructive criticism and as mentioned before all Imagines and Requests are open :) Thanks for Reading
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Genre: Royalty!AU, somewhat enemies to lovers
Pairing: Sehun x Fem!reader
A/N: Iâm not sure if thereâs much to the enemies to lovers part.... also, i donât normal put the word count, but so everyoneâs aware, this is about 6k... enjoy! (hopefully!)
**
The carriage ride was far from smooth. Each small pebble or rock or crack in the ground jolted the wheels which in turn shook the coach. Each bump churned your stomach that was already jostled with nerves.Â
âWhy do we have to do this?â you asked, your eyes closed to try and calm the nauseated feeling.Â
Your governess, Edna, tsked from the bench across from you.Â
Although you were too old now to need a governess, Edna continued to stay on as a companion, someone to keep you company on trips like this where your parents were unable (or simply chose not to) to attend. That was quite alright with you since you much preferred her presence to anyone elseâs. She was like an eccentric aunt to you, somehow both responsible and adventurous. Sort of.Â
Edna would never approve of sneaking out late at night or being alone with someone who was not your betrothed (which you were lucky enough not to have one of those â yet). However, she wasnât against your archery lessons or horseback riding that went a little faster than a leisurely trot. She was practically a walking contradiction and you werenât entirely sure of what she would and would not approve of. It was always a guessing game; one that you liked playing to keep yourself entertained.Â
âAre you really wanting me to go over it again with you or are you simply wanting to cure your own boredom?â Edna asked, not even glancing up from her needlework. How she could do that without pricking her finger every bump was astounding.Â
âOh, I know why,â you huffed. âAt least, on the surface. But it sounds like a pathetic excuse, if you ask me.â
âI donât believe anyone did,â Edna smirk. Head still bent over her needlework, she looked at you through her eyelashes. Both of you started to laugh.Â
Your laugh, however, soon faded to a light chuckle before dying out completely. It wasnât fair. That was practically the slogan of your life. âUnfairâ. Each aspect of your life - from how you dressed to how you ate to whoâs company you kept - was dictated by both decorum and your parents. Being a lady of noble birth may have sounded like a glamorous life in the fairytales Edna had read to you as a child, but it didnât take you long to find that it was nothing but a cage made of manners and tradition. While the bars had always remained steadfast, a new lock was about to be put on the door. One that was much stronger - and possibly unbreakable.Â
Running away always sounded like a wonderful, spur-of-the-moment idea. Unfortunately, your mind would instantly remind you that you had no clue as to how to survive outside the castle walls. You didnât know how to cook or hunt or work with your hands beyond the theory of it. You wouldnât last more than maybe two days on your own and that fear kept you put.
The carriage slowed to a stop. After a short succession of knocks, one of your knights poked his head in through the small door.Â
âMiâlady, I wanted to let you know that weâre just outside the city walls. Once through, it should only be a few minutes more to the castle itself.â
âThank you, Sir Markl.â
With a last nod, he closed the door before shouting to continue on.Â
You were already here. Sure, youâd really been traveling for two days, but it still felt so sudden. How would your presence be received?Â
Since your grandfather was a young duke, your two families had feuded. Sometimes it was simply high tension, while there were times where it was fought on the battlefield. The last skirmish was nearly two decades ago, forced to a fragile truce by the king. And now the old man was hoping to strengthen that truce by marrying you off to the son of the rival duke. Oh, of course. It was merely a suggestion. As if it could be ignored.Â
How were you supposed to be happy with someone who surely hated you?Â
You were certain that this boy grew up with the same kind of dirt spewed out about you from his parents that you heard from yours about them. Except, it wasnât just your parents that didnât have the most flattering view of this future duke.Â
Other barons and knights didnât seem to have the highest view of him either. Standoffish, uninterested, rude, and loose-lipped were a few of the adjectives youâd heard used to describe him.Â
Wonderful.Â
All too soon, the coach came to another stop and you could hear Sir Markl loudly announce your arrival. After a few seconds, you heard the gate being raised and the carriage lurched forward to go the forty feet or so to the real front door of the castle. You knew it was too late to run, but the image of you bolting out of the carriage and into the woods to get away seemed very satisfying in your head.Â
When the door swung open, Edna motioned for you to exit first. In a very unladylike way, you blew air out through your lips before morphing your face into a neutral expression. In a fashion much more expected of your station, you stepped out into the sunshine. With the help of Sir Markl, you managed not to trip your way down to the ground.
Staring up at the large wooden double doors, you took a deep breath. You felt like you were at the mouth of the dragonâs cave, the sacrifice left to die for the good of the village.
âCome, miâlady,â Edna urged with a wave of her hand. You nodded once, picking up your skirt and making your way up the steps as the doors were opened for you.Â
The steward was waiting for you inside the front hall. He bowed and introduced himself, although your brain didnât quite catch his name. Your mind was a little occupied at the moment.Â
He led you through the halls of the grand castle where drapes and paintings that depicted scenes of hunts and parties covered up the less welcoming-looking gray stone. Your eyes wandered among the art but never lingered too long. There would be plenty of time to memorize their threads and brushstrokes in the future.Â
The steward finally came to a stop outside another pair of double doors that could only lead into the Great Hall. The place where the Duke would conduct his meetings with citizens and dignitaries and where the festive parties would be held. You didnât want to go in there, but what choice did you have?
With both hands, the steward pushed open the doors and announced your arrival.Â
Sitting in a large wooden chair painted in a flashy gold sat the Duke, his wife - beautiful and smiling, nothing at all like the wicked witch youâd pictured as a child - sat to his left.Â
âWelcome!â the Duke greeted. âItâs wonderful to see that youâve arrived safely.â While there was certainly a small strain in his voice, the words out of the Dukeâs mouth seemed genuine.Â
You curtsied as custom. âThank you for your hospitality, my lord.â
âIâm sorry that our son is not here as well,â the Duchess said with apologetic eyes. âHe is in the middle of training at the moment and we didnât want to make you wait for him to clean up. You must be exhausted from your journey. Sohee will show you to your room. Please, take your time settling in. We will reconvene at dinner.â
Relief flowed over you as the young maid walked up from her spot off to the side, curtsied in front of you, and turned to leave the room. Finally, youâd be allowed to rest and you didnât have to meet your possible future husband quite yet. In fact, the more you were able to put it off, the happier you would be.Â
In a very un-ladylike manner, you flopped down on the bed as soon as the maid Sohee was gone and the door was closed. Staring up at the ceiling, you blew air out from between your lips. Should you start counting down the days until you were allowed to go back home now?
âOh, it isnât even that bad,â Edna scolded you. âThe Duke and Duchess were friendly enough.â
âFor now,â you mumbled. It was true that their greeting was warm and they seemed genuine in wanting you here. But the childhood fears and scene of imagination that youâd grown up with werenât easily tossed away.
Edna sat down next to you on the bed and coaxed you into a sitting position. âI know youâre tired of hearing it all, but this is truly for the good of your people and your own future.â
âI donât exactly remember consenting to any of this.â
Shaking her head, Edna fixed a strand of your hair that had fallen onto your face. âThatâs the sacrifice to be made in order to live a comfortable life.â
âComfortable is not the word I would use,â you argued. How could a life dictated by marriages and land and being in the Kingâs favor be comfortable? Youâd much rather be free, allowed to fall in love with whoever you desired and to go places when you wished â and avoid the ones you wanted.Â
âYou have much more than most,â Enda reminded you.Â
You bit back your tongue out at her back as she stood up, knowing any further argument was useless. Like you werenât reminded of that on a daily basis. Did their struggles suddenly make your own invalid?
The muffled sound of clashing metal interrupted your thoughts. Curious, you went over to the slim window that let in the sunlight into your new room. Just outside on the ground below you were a group of four or five men all attacking one central character. Even from here you could tell that he was tired, but he didnât give up. He kept swinging his sword, blocking blows and delivering attacks of his own. Unfortunately, it didnât stop one of the other men from getting the better of him. He caught the lone fighter around the ankle, pulling his leg until he fell backwards. You flinched at how much that must have hurt.Â
As if heâd sensed you watching, the man looked up at you. You only allowed for a brief moment of eye contact before you quickly turned around, your heart pounding in your chest from being caught.Â
âWhat has you all excited?â Edna teased as she started to unpack your trunk.Â
âI am not excited.â
She chuckled at you, straightening up and placing a hand against your cheek. âThe warmth of your face says otherwise.â Peeking over your shoulder she chuckled again. âIt looks like his grace is still busy practicing his swordsmanship.â
Your eyes widened as you flipped back over to look out the window again. âThatâs the Dukeâs son?â
He was⌠scrawnier than you imagined. More lean than the barrel chested nobles youâd met in the past. Granted, they were built that way in order to wear heavy armor day in and day out.
Over the sight, you went back to your bed, hoping to get some true rest in before you were forced to meet him face to face. He may have been physically different than what youâd thought, you were sure you would be more correct on his personality. After all, rumors had to have some basis of truth, right?
**
A few hours later you were summoned for dinner. Edna was allowed to come with you and she took the seat to your right at the long banquet table.Â
To be honest, you were a little surprised to see only the Duke and Duchess sitting at the table ready to eat and converse. You were starting to get the feeling that you werenât the only one dreading this meeting. If he was going to avoid you as much as he could then you wouldnât complain. Perhaps if the two of you never met, you would be allowed to go home with no commitments and no hostility. After all, it wouldnât be your fault there was no marriage.Â
However, those hopes were dashed when the doors across the dining hall opened and the man from the earlier scrimmage strolled in. He barely nodded to his parents before settling into the chair across from you. It was as if you were completely invisible and you couldnât help but feel slightly offended. Sure, the avoidance and tardiness you could accept and deal with, but being blatantly ignored was⌠well, it was hurting your feelings for lack of a better description.Â
âThank you for joining us, Sehun,â the Duchess said in a voice that was simultaneously sweet and scolding.Â
âTraining ran late,â he said in a low tone. He made eye contact with no one, keeping his concentration on the food in front of him and filling his plate.Â
âAt least you cleaned up,â the Duchess murmured.Â
âIâm sorry for my sonâs rudeness,â the Duke said to you. âHe should take a moment to introduce himself since he did not greet you earlier.â
Sehun paused, looking at his father questionably. When the Duke did not relent on the stern glare he was sending his son, Sehun sighed and fell back into his chair before finally standing up and bowing. âItâs a pleasure to meet you, Lady (y/n).â
You were surprised to the point of almost forgetting to nod back in acknowledgement. The fact that he knew your nameâŚ. Surely heâd just heard it from his parents enough that it sunk in beyond his control. But he kept staring at you with those dark brown eyes that were almost black. They were nearly unreadable, blank and impenetrable. You argued with yourself whether or not there were actually thoughts behind them and he was simply that good at masking it or if his mind was as truly empty as he was making it seem. If you were to be stuck with him the rest of your life, you really hoped it wasnât the latter.Â
Dinner went about in a more uninteresting manner. The Duchess would occasionally ask you about your upbringing, what you liked to do in your spare time. Once in a while, the Duke would comment as well or insert a question of his own in regards to your fatherâs dealings. Sehun, however, had gone to his previous mindset of pretending no one else was there. Part of you wished that he would open up, saying something, anything.Â
âIf youâll excuse me, your Grace,â you said quietly. âIâm still a bit tired from my journey. Would you please allow me to return to my room?â
âOf course,â the Duke nodded. âWeâll see you in the morning. Sleep well.â
You gave them each a curtsied (although the energy felt wasted upon Sehun) and headed off to your room with Edna in tow.Â
âYou didnât have to come with me,â you told her back in your room.Â
âIf I hadnât I might have given that Sehun boy a tongue lashing for how he acted,â she grumbled.Â
You smiled at her. âYes, it was quite rude, wasnât it? But what can you do? Iâm not going to force him into conversation. Not today, at least.â
âNot today?â Edna raised an eyebrow at you.Â
You tried to keep your face innocent, but it was useless. âYou know me too well. The odds of me getting out of this marriage are slim. Might as well see if the rumors of his manners are true.â
Edna narrowed her eyes at you cheekily. âYou think heâs handsome, donât you?â
That got a scoff out of you. âI do not. Heâs thin and his chin is pointy and you know I prefer lighter eyes.â
But your argument fell flat. âThatâs a strong chin he has. And he isnât sickly. From the way he was swinging that sword⌠he isnât weak either.â
âThat hardly means anything.â You were coming up empty on any meaningful fight back.Â
âKeep telling yourself that. I wouldnât be surprised if there was muscle underneath that tunic,â she said as she helped you out of your dress. âBut I think getting to know him is a wonderful idea. You might like what you find.â
Rolling your eyes, you crawled in between the sheets and shoved your face into the pillow. It was a useless effort, but you wanted to stop yourself from thinking of Sehun before drifting off to sleep.Â
**
The next day after breakfast, you thought you were to get to know your future family. However, the Duke had duties out in the fields and the Duchess was meeting with the wives of the lower nobles. Sehun⌠you werenât sure where he was exactly, only that he disappeared soon after finishing his meal.Â
So, you gave Edna the morning off and took to exploring the castle grounds on your own.
The garden was beautiful. Hedges twice your height nearly blocked out the sky. They were trimmed to perfect rectangles, little buds blooming spontaneously among the leaves. Flowers â both domestic and exotic â grew everywhere along the paths that twisted and turned within the walls of the garden.Â
A smile grew on your face as you came across a bush of white roses. Taking the small knife out from your boot (Edna insisted on carrying protection at all times), you cute off three fully bloomed roses and headed back inside. After convincing one of the maids to fetch you vases and dyed cloth, you went to the library. In a corner near the window, you took the roses and put them in the vases freshly filled with water. Cutting the dark blue fabric, you placed the pieces in the water near the bottom of the vase.Â
âAre you trying to poison the flower?â
The sudden visitor made you jump in surprise, nearly knocking the vase on the table over. You turned to simply explain what you were doing, but your lips formed a pout when you realized it was Sehun.Â
âNo,â you snapped. âIâm dyeing the petals.â
He raised an eyebrow. âWhy?â
You shrugged. âBecause I like strange colored flowers. Blue and purple roses arenât exactly found in nature.â
âIsnât it a bit wasteful?â he asked. You thought for a moment that he would sit down and join you at the table, but he remained standing, hands folded behind his back.
âWasteful?â you echoed.Â
âBlue and purple fabrics are the most expensive and yet youâre putting them in water. To dye flowers.â
âSo beauty should only be allowed upon a personâs body?â Standing up, you took one of the vases and pushed it towards Sehunâs chest who barely caught the poor flower in time for it to not crash down to the floor. âWatch that over the next few days. You might be surprised at what grows before your eyes.â You turned and picked up the remaining flowers and scraps of cloth.Â
âIs that supposed to be a metaphor for our own relationship?â he asked out of nowhere.Â
You glanced at him over your shoulder. âI wasnât aware that we had one.â And with that, you left the study, a triumphant smirk on your lips.Â
**
Your last quip to Sehun must have put a chink in his cold armor. For the rest of the day, you didnât see him, even at meal times. A worried look refused to leave the Duchessâ face all throughout the evening. Her eyes flickered to the chair that Sehun had occupied the day before.
The Duke was the first to excuse himself from the table, leaving you and Edna alone with the Duchess.Â
âLady (y/n)?â
You reluctantly raised your gaze from the plate in front of you to your gracious host. âYes?â
âI would like to speak with you alone.â It was not a request that gave room for refusal. Even if you were able to say no, was there really any reason to?
âIâll see you in your room,â Edna said as she stood up from her seat. Before exiting through the door, she gave you a last glance over her shoulder.Â
The Duchess stood up and took over Ednaâs seat, picking up your hand in hers. âI understand that this must be a confusing time for you.â
Confusing? No, not really. You knew what was expected of this âvisitâ. Trying? Frustrating? Irritating? Those descriptors would be much more accurate. But you didnât correct her out loud.Â
âWe didnât fully prepare Sehun for this possibility,â the Duchess confessed to you. âHe was only aware of you coming here a few days ago. When it was explained what the hopeful outcome would be⌠well, heâs always been a free spirit. A bit of cliche way to describe oneâs child, but itâs true. Heâs always followed his own way. So, being told what would be expected of him - especially when marriage has never been an idea he was fond of - its taken its toll on him.â
âWhy are you telling me this?â you asked bravely when sheâd taken a moment to pause.Â
âBecause I want you to put more effort on your end to get to know him,â the Duchess said with a smile. âHe wonât come to you, not if left alone. The King wants this union, but Sehun doesnât care about that. I see a light in you that might attract him, if given the time.â
You couldnât quite find it in you to return the smile. âSo, you want to force myself upon him?â
âNot in any sort of obvious way, but, essentially⌠yes. For the sake of both of our territories.â
With that, she patted your head and left the dining hall.Â
You didnât really want to get to know the man. You were quite alright with the idea of him not liking the idea of marriage. Perhaps your previous hope of this not coming to fruition could still come together.Â
But what you didnât know was that Sehun was not as uninterested as youâd previously suspected or as the Duchess had spoken about.
From a shadowed corner of the hall, Sehun watched you get up from the table and leave the room. Something along the lines of curiosity was brewing inside. Heâd never cared for the ladies that hung around the castle in the past.Â
Before the King had passed down this âwishâ, daughters of lesser nobles and rich merchants in town tried their hardest to capture his attention. They always failed. Perhaps it was because you were something new that he was more intrigued than he should have been. Someone he hadnât seen grow up through the many balls and dinners his parents had hosted through the years.Â
Or maybe it was because you didnât seem on board for this marriage either. Earlier in the library, you didnât bat your eyes at him or use flirty lines. You seemed more annoyed than anything that he'd interrupted you and questioned what you were doing. The flower youâd given him was still starking white, causing him to think that you might have been making up what you were doing.Â
Sighing to himself, Sehun waltzed up to the table and made himself a plate of food while trying to stay out of the way of the servants who were cleaning up.Â
âFeel free to take whatever leftovers you want,â he said softly to the younger ones. They were only children, twelve years old or so. Smiles shined on their faces as they bowed their heads to him.Â
âThank you, my lord!â they cheered. He returned the gesture with a small grin of his own, ruffling the youngest boyâs hair before heading to his room for the night.Â
**
You were cringing inside as you slowly made your way to the practice field outside near the stables. One of the kitchen boys had told you that Sehun was out here with his bow perfecting his aim. The information seemed to be correct as you grew closer to the archery lanes. It didnât stop you from questioning why you were bothering with this.Â
All by himself, Sehun drew back arrow after arrow, hitting the center circle nearly every time.Â
âYouâre rather good at that,â you complimented just in time to surprise him and throw off his aim. You couldnât help but giggle at his exasperated state when the arrow hit the outermost ring.Â
âIs there something I can help you with, Lady (y/n)?â he asked, obviously frustrated. The tightness of his eyebrows and the downturn of his lips told you that he might prefer if you went away, but youâd told the Duchess that you would try. Somewhat. Besides, Edna was right. While he wasnât anything like the knights and barons you were used to, he was a bit handsome. Or⌠maybe more than a bitâŚ.
You shrugged. âI was simply bored and thought I would join you and get some practice of my own in.â
âDo you know how to use one of these?â Sehun challenged.
You scoffed at the insult. âI am more than adequate at archery.â
âReally?â He raised that stupid eyebrow at you again. Then he held his bow out for you. âLetâs see then.â
Confident in your abilities, you snatched the bow out of his grasp and plucked an arrow out of the quiver sitting on the ground. Adjusting your stance, you held up the bow and docked the arrow. It took a bit more strength that you were used to in order to pull back on the string, but you managed to hold it long enough to set up your sight. However, when you let go, you were a little disappointed in the landing of the arrow, hitting the round straw target in one of the middle rings.Â
âNot⌠terrible,â Sehun said. You could hear the amusement in his voice. âBetter than most ladies, Iâm sure.â Well, at least that was sort of a compliment. âLet me show you how to improve.â He stepped towards you, which in turn made you step back.Â
âWhat are you doing?â you snapped.Â
He sighed. âIâm trying to show you how to do it better. Or do you not want to ever hit the bullseye?â
He was challenging you again. Let him get close or run away. Well, you certainly werenât going to take the second choice.Â
This time you stayed put when he stepped closer. You even allowed him to turn you back towards the target with his hands on your hips. His back was nearly against your shoulder blades. You were a little too aware of him, his breath on your neck and his fingers on top of yours as he helped you lift the bow and pull back on the arrow.Â
âLower your elbow,â he whispered in your ear. It was much lower and huskier than it ever needed to be, letting you know that he was very aware of what he was doing. The only question: was he doing this to see how much he could play with you? A small part of you truly hoped that he wasnât. âDonât pull too tight or your arm will start shaking. The tension in the string is enough to send it flying without too much work on your end. And donât aim for the dot. Instead, aim just above it. The farther you are away, the higher you need to aim as the arrow will drop as it flies.â
You were barely acknowledging what he was saying. As hard as you tried, you couldnât concentrate on anything other than him. This probably wasnât what the Duchess had in mind when she asked you to get to know her son.Â
âAre you listening?â Sehun asked, apparently noticing the way your mind was wondering.Â
âHuh? Yes, of course.â No, of course not.Â
âOkay. Good. Then let go when youâre ready.â
You tried to recall what heâd said previously, aiming above the bullseye. Letting go, you watched the arrow fly, hitting just to the left of the large red dot.Â
âBetter,â Sehun nodded behind you. He didnât seem to be aware that he was still so close.Â
Looking back at him, you studied his face. The conflicting way his eyes and nose seemed so soft, but his chin and mouth sharpened out his features, putting him halfway between boy and man. Almost subconsciously, he placed a hand on your shoulder, causing your heart to jump into a frenzy. You hardly knew this person. Why were you acting this way?Â
âHowâs my flower?â you asked in order to distract yourself.Â
âHm?â He looked to you, still not moving to create space. âYour flower? Oh, right. Itâs still white.â
âWell, of course it is,â you laughed. âIt takes time for it to turn colors. Perhaps this is meant to teach you patience.â
âOr youâre simply playing with me.â
You shook your head. âI donât play games.â
âGood,â was his reply. It seemed forever went by as the two of you just stared at each other, unsure of where to go from there but neither willing to walk away.Â
âLady (y/n)!â
You jumped back at the sound of your name, not as relieved as you should have been by the interruption.Â
Edna hurried up to you, a twitch giving away her position on what sheâd stumbled upon. âItâs time to get ready for dinner,â she told you.Â
Nodding a little too eagerly, you curtsied a goodbye to Sehun, handing him back his bow and quickly following Edna back to the castle.Â
âDonât,â you told her once the two of you were far enough away.Â
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â Edna chuckled.Â
âYes, you do,â you growled through clenched teeth. âSo, donât even think about it.â
Her response was a smirk.
**
Something happened after that day in the field. Over the next two weeks, you and Sehun spent more and more time together.Â
It was never on purpose. Neither of you sought out the other, but when you did run into him, you ended up spending several hours talking. The more you learned about him, the more your anxiety on the possible marriage faded away. While he occasionally had some childish tendencies, you saw his kindness towards the servants, particularly the younger ones. He was only slightly spoiled, but not to the point where it turned you away from him. In fact, there were times you found it enduring. An odd response, you were aware, but you couldnât help it.
The two of you were walking through the gardens when the steward arrived.Â
âWhat is it?â Sehun asked.Â
âThe Duke is requesting your presence,â the steward replied.Â
Sehun nodded and then turned to you to bow. âIâll find you again later.â
âActually, he is wanting to see you both.â
Your heart leapt into your throat. Was this it? Were you expected to agree to a wedding this soon? As much as youâve enjoyed getting to know Sehun, your feelings for him growing every day, you werenât sure if you were ready for that step.Â
The two of you followed the steward back inside and through the hallways until you arrived in the Great Hall. Sitting in their regal seats were the Duke and Duchess. Edna stood off to the side, a pale envelope in her hand.Â
âWhatâs going on?â Sehun inquired.Â
âA letter has arrived from Lady (y/n)âs parents,â the Duke answered. On queue, Edna stepped forward and handed you the envelope. A knowing smile played at her lips, but she kept quiet.Â
With shaking hands, you opened the letter and began to read. But where you had been expecting an urge to get married, you received terrible news instead. It must have been written all over your face.Â
Sehun came closer to you, his hand on your elbow. âWhat is it? Whatâs wrong?â
âThe Baron of Haeju has attacked our city,â you said quietly in a trembling voice. âMy fatherâs knights are holding him back, but theyâre asking for help.â You looked up at the Duke pleadingly. âThey might not be able to win this on their own.â
âThe Baron of Haeju?â the Duke echoed. He glanced over his wife before shaking his head. âIâm sorry, Lady (y/n), but I canât send my men to assist your father.â
You gaped at him. âWasnât the point of me coming here to unite our lands? To heal the wounds between our families? My parents are asking for help, but youâre turning your back on them already?â
âMy duty is to put my own people first,â the Duke argued.Â
âFather, certainly we can spare a few men,â Sehun urged.
The Duke shook his head. âNo. Our relationship with the Baron has been strained far worse recently despite the amount of trade we do with his merchants. I canât risk cutting those ties and starving our people.â
âSo, you would go against the King?â you challenged.Â
âIâm sure he would understand.â
âThen thereâs no reason for me to stay any longer.â Turning on your feet, you stormed out of the hall with Edna.Â
â(y/n)! Wait!â Sehun blocked your path to your room, desperation on his face. He grasped your shoulders in an effort to hold you down. âPlease, donât go!â
âThereâs no point in my staying here,â you told him. âMy people need me and your father isnât willing to help. I came here because of an alliance, but your father isnât holding up his end of the bargain.â Your heart was breaking. You wanted to stay with him. You were falling for him. But your own sense of duty and pride was too overwhelming to ignore. Kissing his cheek, you settled into your decision. âIâve enjoyed every second with you and I wonât forget you. Ever. Please be happy.â Before you could let the slightest seed of doubt start to grow, you ran past him.Â
Not even half an hour later, you were in a carriage and headed home. Your father needed the few knights that had accompanied you here. Behind you, what was once a promising future was fading in the distance.Â
**
âHow could you let her go?!â Sehun yelled as his parents stared at him indifferently.Â
âDecisions like this occur all the time,â his father sighed. âWhen you are the protector of this land, you will understand.â
âI thought you didnât care for this marriage?â his mother asked.Â
The question made Sehun step back. âWell, I- I mean-â He shook his head. âIt doesnât matter. Fatherâs made his decision.â He ran out of the Great Hall before his parents could question him further.Â
In his room, he sat on the floor, trying to wrap his head around what had just happened. His morning had started out so well. Heâd enjoyed talking to you in the garden, the one place that seemed to make you truly happy here. Even though you were listening to him, you would stop and feel the petals of the plants between your fingers, holding the flowers gently in your palm.Â
And now you were gone.Â
On the mantle above the fireplace, the rose youâd given him stared at him. The edges had turned blue, just as you predicted.
Standing up, he went over to the mantle and took hold of the flower. Already, it was starting to die, to wither away. Soon, he would have to toss it. But he didnât want to let it go. He didnât want to let you go.Â
His mind was made up. Surely, you hadnât gone too far yet.Â
Bursting out of his room, he ran to find his most trusted men. They would follow him to help save your people, he was sure of it. In the stables, he was busy saddling his horse as Jongin, Tao, and Luhan did the same around him. Others waited to join them outside.Â
âYouâre going after her, arenât you?â
He didnât look to his mother as he nodded. âI have to. I canât let her walk into a fight. Not when I can protect her.â
âGood. You love her, I can tell. I couldnât ask for a better outcome.â
Peeking over his shoulder, he frowned. âDid you know that would happen?â
âOf course not,â she said. âBut I hoped you would open your heart to her. It tends to make these arrangements easier.â
Shaking his head, he kissed his motherâs cheek and then mounted his horse. âLetâs go!â
The group took off, galloping full speed down the road that would lead him back to you. With a lighter load, they had the advantage in catching up to you, but it would still take too long for Sehunâs liking.Â
It seemed like hours had gone by and he could feel his horse growing tired.Â
âMaybe we should rest,â Jongin yelled over the heavy beating of hooves against the dirt road.
As much as Sehun wanted to argue, he knew they couldnât keep going like this. But he was granted one last miracle. Just as he was beginning to pull back on his reigns, a carriage came into view, prompting him to go faster. He recognized the coachman and the knights surrounding the carriage. It really was you.Â
He pulled up alongside the carriage before overtaking it, forcing it to a stop or be responsible for a terrible collision.
âWhatâs going on?â Your companion, Edna, stuck her head out the window, eyes widening when she caught sight of Sehun. âLady (y/n)!â
âWhat is it?â You, too, looked out the window and gasped. Pushing the door open, you jumped out while at the same time Sehun dismounted, running to you. He took you in his arms, holding you tight against his chest. âWhat are you doing here?â you demanded when you pushed back.
âIâm not letting you leave like this,â he declared. Then, he bent his head, connecting his lips to yours.When he pulled back, the corners of your mouth were pulling up. It made his heart warm to see you like that. âFirst, my men and I are going to help defend your home. And then, Iâm going to marry you as promised.â
Tears pooled in your eyes that sparkled at him. âWhy?â
âBecause Iâve fallen for you like a petal falls from a flower.â From his tunic, he pulled out the now somewhat squished blue rose.Â
âIt turned blue,â you smiled.Â
âJust like you said.â He swooped in for another kiss, happy to have you in his arms. He wasnât sure if his plan to join your fatherâs men would work, but that was a risk he was willing to take to be with you. Only a month ago, you were the daughter of his fatherâs enemy. Now, you were his blue rose; unique, different, and forever close to his heart.
#exo#exo royalty au#exo royalty!au#sehun x reader#oh sehun#exo imagines#exo scenarios#exo enemies to lovers au#sehun x fem!reader#fluff#angst#kpop
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So, the first thing Iâm gonna post up here is a fanfiction...probably not the best of ideas but screw it Iâm gonna do it anyway.
A Ghost fanfiction since Iâve become obsessed with the band as of late so...here you go I guess.
Summary: Reader goes to their first Ghost concert and a little mishap happens on stage during the show.
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Todayâs the day!
I was finally going to my first proper ritual with a friend of mine.
I had seen Ghost live before a couple years back, but I had no idea who they were or what they sounded like. It was a concert where they werenât the ones headlining, and I was only there for that specific headliner.
Going into it blindly probably wasnât the best, but I ended up blown away by how amazing the band sounded. The frontman had a hypnotizing voice, and even though the rest of the band members looked the same besides the instruments they played, you could easily tell they had their own unique stage presence.
I was instantly hooked.
Going home that night, I kept thinking about the band and had some of their songs stuck in my head the whole way home.
I ended up getting little to no sleep with how many times I listened and re-listened to every song they had. Trying to memorize each one. Letâs just say it was rough trying to wake up for work in the morning.
Now, knowing all the lyrics to most of their songs and being obsessed with them, I finally going to one of their headliner shows.
My friend, who was thankfully another fan of Ghost, and I sang along to every song of Ghost that came up on my playlist on the way to the venue.
Unfortunately, there werenât options for paying for a VIP ticket, so we left extremely early to try to be the first ones in line to be in the front row.
Fortunately though, I tend to speed when driving. Plus, I am a very competitive and determined person and I ended up getting to the venue on our preferred time and not many people were in line thankfully.
My friend joked around that Cardinal Copia, the frontman, was going to pick me when they performed their song Cirice.
If only I was that lucky.
The many hours of waiting for the venue doors to open were excruciating long and tiresome. Trying not to use my phone to cure my boredom was harder than expected, but I was so not going to waste battery power.
Thankfully, the waiting was able to cease and security checked us and let us all in to the venue.
All of us basically stampeded in, trying to get to the barricade first.Â
I almost jumped and squealed in joy when my friend and I were one of the lucky people to get to the barricade first, in the middle no less. Thus, making my hopes for getting Ciriced even higher. But I tried not to think about it too much. It probably wouldnât happen anyway...
The opening bands were pretty cool, as they usually are. I always enjoy openers even when I get super anxious to see the band I most want to see.
Finally, the lights dimmed, the fake fog rolled in, and the crowd roared, chanting, âGhost!â over and over.
I eagerly joined in with roaring crowd when the Ghouls came out their instruments, the Ghoulettes stood at their keyboards, and finally Cardinal Copia.
There he was, in all his glory. Not gonna lie...I mightâve had a major crush on him.
Amazing after amazing song went by and Iâm pretty sure my smile did not leave my face once. The band sounded even better than when I last saw them, if that was even possible.
My friend raising their eyebrows suggestively during the whole show so far, because to quote them, âCopia kept giving me eyes.â Which I did see, and yes, it almost made my heart explode.
I tried to slow my heart down once Dewdrop and Aether started duel, because I knew that meant the band was going to be playing Cirice next. My friend knew that too and they playfully elbowed my side.
And as per usual, Aether purposely threw off the duel and Dew had the crowd cheering him âwinningâ the guitar battle. Then, he started playing to opening notes to Cirice, making to crowd cheer even louder.
But what was strange is that, even over the riffing Ghouls and crowdâs cheering, I was able to hear a creaking noise from above the stage. I was surprised no one else heard it because to me it was so loud and annoying. I looked up and saw nothing out of the ordinary from my perspective, so I internally shrugged and tried not to think anything of it.
My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest when the Cardinal finally came back out on stage, singing the first verse.
Not only was my hope to get Ciriced, but this was also my favorite Ghost song; so even if I didnât get chosen, I was still going to enjoy every bit of the song. The lyrics were basically etched into my heart. I knew every word.
Soon the time came for the second verse, and I was extremely anxious to see who the Cardinal picked to sing it to.
Everyone at the barricade had their hands outstretched, trying to get a shot of being Ciriced. Of course, mine was out too. If I had even the slightest chance, I was going to take it.
And by come luck, or most likely a miracle, Cardinal Copia reached out and chose to take my hand out of the hundreds that all reached for him.
My hand, that was so insignificant to him, but felt so special to me. He couldâve chosen anyoneâs, but he chose mine.
The Cardinal and I locked our hands together, his mismatched colored eyes meeting mine. His beautiful voice reached my ears. If I didnât have self control, I probably wouldâve screamed.
But I chose to wear a grin instead.
Unfortunately, good things donât last forever and my head was involuntarily upturned when I heard that same creaking noise I heard when the two guitarists were dueling.
Only this time, instead of seeing nothing out the ordinary like I did before, I saw one of the huge overhead speakers swaying...right over the Cardinal.
My eyes widened when it made another loud creaking noise, to which even the Ghouls seemed to have heard which made their heads look up in curiosity. But Copia was the only band member to not have heard it, and he continued to sing his little heart out to me.
Looking up again, the speaker was swaying violently and was sure to fall any second.Â
I was probably going to get in serious trouble for this, but Iâm better safe than sorry type person.
Cardinal Copia yelped, and the whole crowd seemed to gasp at once, when I gripped his wrist tightly and pulled him off the stage with a jerk.
My brain was so hyped up on adrenaline that it didnât even process that I had pulled the Cardinal off the stage just as the speaker detached from its hooks and wires and fell to the stage.
Everyone looked to the speaker in shock and horror. It had fallen completely into the stage.
When I saw the huge speaker shaped hole in the stage, I knew I made the right decision to pull Copia off the stage.
All the Ghouls stopped playing their instruments and Copia stood up from where he fell on the floor. All the members looked at the fallen speaker then back at me, and then I realized everyone who could see me was looking at me.
I quickly released my hold on the Cardinalâs hand once I saw I was still holding it.
Copia put his hand over his heart and was visibly shaking. I was guessing nothing like this had happened before.
And before I knew it, Cardinal Copia and the rest of the band members were escorted out by security and I was harshly taken into custody, despite my friendâs overly vulgar protests.
I was placed in a room with a large man wearing a security vest. I was so screwed...
A slightly less large man entered the room and sat down across from me. âI have a couple questions for you, maâam.â His deep voice rang out.
âO-okay.â I tried not to stutter. Failing, clearly.
âHow did you know that the speaker was coming undone?â He asked, not even trying to hide that his voice was blatantly accusatory.
âI, uh, heard creaking from above the stage. At first, I didnât really think anything of it. I thought it was maybe my imagination. But during the song, I saw that it was swaying a lot.â
âSo, you thought it was okay to pull the frontman off the stage because of that then?â He snapped.
âLeave the girl alone.â A familiar voice said to the security guard that was interrogating me.
I looked behind me to see two men, one was another security guard and the other was a rather handsome man. But he was wearing the Cardinalâs outfit and had some black face paint around his eyes.
I had never tried to find out the identities or names of the members of the band, but I could easily guess that this man was who was behind the mask of Copia.
âSomehow maintenance didnât see that clearly one of the holds on that speaker was loose.â The security man beside Copia said.Â
âThis girl assaulted Mr. Forge.â The interrogating guard said, pointing at me.
âThis girl probably saved my life.â
My eyes widened in shock when I heard this âMr. Forgeâ say that. He thinks I saved his life?
Soon after, the man who I only knew as Cardinal Copia came over and sat down beside me. And me being the awkward individual that I am, I shifted nervously in my seat and tried not to blush. âWhatâs your name?â He asked.
âUh, Y/N.â
âY/N, you saw that that speaker was gonna fall and you saved me. It might not have not killed me, but I definitely wouldâve had a very bad injury.â
It was odd hearing him talk normally, usually he had a played up Italian accent (which I kind of thought was real at first). But now, he wasnât. I couldnât quite place it, but definitely still European.
âWell, I just did what anyone else wouldâve done I suppose.â I laughed nervously.
âWell, you just mightâve saved a father from abandoning his family.â He smiled sweetly.
Goodness, I probably shouldâve researched a bit. âI must say, it was amazing meeting you Mr. Copia.â
Copiaâs eyebrows furrowed a little and chuckled. âYou donât have to call me that.â
âI donât know what else to call you.â I blushed.
His eyes widened a little. âHuh, I thought most fans of Ghost would know who I was.â
âS-sorry...â
âNo, no, itâs okay. Itâs refreshing.â He smiled, and then gently grabbed my hand and kissed it like he wouldâve done during the show. âIâm Tobias Forge, and it was a pleasure to meet you miss Y/N.âÂ
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A Bouquet For You || 02 - Carnation
A Bouquet For You Masterlist
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The next morning is exactly what you feared. You wake up late, missing the three alarms that you had set for yourself, and after some deliberation, you decide to go without breakfast. Not your best idea, but between being late on your first day or a hearty meal, youâd choose the former any day. First impressions were important.
âAre you sure youâre not going to eat?â Kenma asks, watching you fumble around with your shoes at the doorway. âOr actually, where are you even going this early?â
âWork. First day,â you say hurriedly. Turning the doorknob, you turn back to give him a quick wave or something similar to it. âSee you. Iâll be back later tonight.â
âB-bye?â he responds like a question. After all, Kenma still doesnât understand why youâre conversing with him like a real person. The feeling of living with someone after so long feels foreign, and heâs continuously caught by surprise with your behavior. Even a rush, you still poured a glass of milk for him, forgetting that spirits donât need calcium for strong bones. He drank it nonetheless, being very confused.
Work is exactly what you had imagined it to be. Hell. Within your very first hour, youâre bombarded with new tasks and papers. âExperience is key,â your supervisor had said, but between the directions being fired at you and more coworkers just giving you endless stacks of files, you quickly are at a loss for what to do. Between flipping through the manual and managing your work properly, you find yourself already utterly exhausted by lunch break.
Lunch break. That was your next problem. Nobody wanted to involve themselves with the new, troublesome rookie, leaving you to eat on your own, albeit quickly, because you wanted to get things done.
âD-do you mind if I sit here with you?â a small, shaky voice stammers. You look up from scrolling through your phone to see a short, blonde woman. She grips tightly at her lunch bag, eyes quivering. âYou donât have to let me, though! I donât want to be too pushy!â
âI donât mind!â you answer kindly, offering the chair next to you. You watch as the woman of nerves shakily takes the spot. âActually, thanks for offering. I was worried that I was going to have a hard time getting along with other people.â
âItâs always hard on the first day. Iâve been here for a few months, and itâs still really difficult for me!â she agrees. She seems more relaxed, shoulders going down slightly. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, the woman opens her lunch before jolting upright. âIâm sorry! I never introduced myself. Iâm Yachi Hitoka!â
You vaguely remember her name, and you realize that itâs the person whose desk is right next to you. Youâre embarrassed, to say the least, realizing that you barely made sufficient introductions to the people around you. Offering your own name in turn and apologizing profusely, the two of you get along better than expected. As it turns out, Yachi, though having only been at the company for less than half a year, was a designer genius. Often tasked to be the leader of poster projects, your coworker who seemed only to be made out of nerves was a master at what she did. You hoped to be like her one day.
âItâs a little rough at first,â she admits, wiping stray crumbs off the table, âbut youâll be fine. To be honest, I saw some of the samples you sent in with your resume. Just a peek though! Your pattern-designing is really interesting and pretty, so I think theyâll be useful in the future. If you need any helpâŚyou knowâŚfeel free to ask me.â
After lunch, you feel like a new person. Youâre not sure if itâs just getting food in your system, or Yachiâs genuine optimism and show of support, but youâre determined to work harder. After getting chewed out by your supervisor for making multitudes of errors in the files, youâre back at rock bottom again. Expected.
Walking out of the office building, you trudge your way back home, squeezing your way through the mob of people all rushing to get back home at the station. Taking the train was economical on your part, but a massive hellish experience. You always took notice to stay near the doors, but eventually, people would just push you toward the middle, and youâd be stuck there. Pushing your way back out was a million times worse, as you never felt good about shoving other passengers, even if their actions warranted it.
From there, you carefully follow your GPS back to your apartment complex on foot. You didnât exactly know yet the area that well, so you were careful to not get lost. As youâre walking, you stop and notice the little florist shop and its display of pink and red flowers. Theyâre small, and the way the setting sun hits the freshly watered petals, reflecting glimmers of light, fascinates you. Walking closer toward the shop, you lean down and admire the delicate beauty in awe.
âSorry, but thatâs just display. Weâre currently out of carnations,â a familiar deep voice informs, followed by the closing and locking of the door. You look up to the source and let out an audible gasp. âOh, hey. Itâs you.â
âSo thatâs what you meant last night by cutting and dying,â you muse, looking at your neighbor and the daffodils he has in hand. âAnd here I thought you were some kind of gang leader.â
âI suppose what I said taken out of context sounds pretty bad,â he chuckles, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. He looks down at his bouquet and motions them toward you. âI was gonna give you this when I got back, but I guess it doesnât matter now. Here. Congratulations on moving in, Neighbor.â
âThanks,â you laugh, graciously accepting the house-warming gift. âAlthough, itâd be better if I could get a name to thank. Iâm Y/N by the way.â
âShit, did I never mention a name?â he murmurs, tsking. You almost laugh again. Poor introductions seemed to be a pattern, and you were one of the worst offenders. âIâm Kuroo Tetsurou. Iâm, as you can see, the owner of this shop. Some people call me a florist, but Iâm really a plant magician.â
âIâm sure you are,â you reply with a roll of your eyes. âDid you just get off from work?â
âYup. This shop closes every day at 7 PM. Wonât be catching me doing overtime.â
âWhat about last night?â
âExcept when I forget things, which usually doesnât happen,â Kuroo clarifies with a smirk. He glances at your offense attire and raises a brow. âFirst day not so good, huh? Are you going home? Iâd be willing to lend an ear if youâd like.â
âHow kind of you,â you sigh, then nod tiredly. âItâs my second day here, and I already have a therapist. Lovely.â
âItâs good to complain a little from time to time.â
Following the florist, you hum a little in contemplation. Then, taking a deep breath, you being to talk about how terrible your day was and how youâve been yelled at more times today than ever in your life and that reading the manual over and over again actually didnât help, but none of the senior workers were very approachable. To be honest, you felt a little bit silly, opening up so quickly to a stranger, but once you started, you couldnât stop. In fact, you donât even notice when youâre right in front of the door to your apartment room until you hear the jingling of Kurooâs own keys.
âSorry, I got a little carried away,â you murmur, embarrassed for what seemed to be the millionth time that day. âI didnât mean to rant-â
âBut you look so much better after letting a little bit of steam off,â Kuroo interrupts, flashing you an insanely bright smile. âHey, donât worry about it. Since weâre neighbors that share the same route home, letâs just be friends, yeah?â
âY-yeah?â you say like a question. âI mean, yeah. Sounds good.â
âThen, see you around, or maybe tomorrow, Y/N,â the florist concludes, unlocking the door to his room, already halfway in. âHope tomorrow goes better for you.â
âThanks,â you reply, giving him a wave before stepping into your own home. Setting your shoes aside, you quickly wonder what to do with the flowers. Itâs not like you had a vase ready, so you take an empty water bottle out from the recycling instead. Carefully setting the yellow buds into the container, you leave it at the center of the table, deciding that the centerpiece brought a little life into your apartment.
âHey,â you hear Kenma murmur, walking out of your room with console in hand. You then remember that you really did more life in your apartment. âNice flowers.â
âYouâre not even looking at them,â you chuckle and roll your eyes. âThe neighbor gave them to me. Do you like them?â
âTheyâre fine.â
You laugh again at his aloof attitude and try to throw away the parchment paper that was used to wrap the bouquet. Itâs until then that you notice a small note flutter down onto the floor. You bend over and pick it up, wondering if itâs a price tag or something of the sort.
âHey, itâs Kuroo. You probably already knew that lol. Anyways, I hope u like daffodils. Keep them away from direct heat, and they should live for a while. Since we both seem to be like night owls, feel free to cure my of my boredom. XXX-XXX-XXXXâ
âWhy are you smiling in the middle of the kitchen?â Kenma asks, brow raised, and in hindsight, you must have looked dumb. If a ghost thought you were creepy, the look you had on must have been just terrible.
âNothing,â you say quickly and scramble to set the note aside. You know he doesnât buy it, but you donât care or want to elaborate on how the florist next doorâs kindness made you feel unusually warm. Surprisingly, finding your first friend in a new area was much more relieving that you had expected it to be, especially when your new friend seemed so open and lived close by. âItâs just a note on how to take care of the daffodils.â
âOh.â Thereâs a brief silence, and you brush it off as him going back to his game. âI guess thatâs fitting since they mean new beginnings or something like that.â
Now that was odd coming from a ghost who couldnât even remember why he was still here.
âHow do you know that?â You watch as he comes to a realization too, eyes widening ever so slightly out of sheer surprise. HIs reaction reassures you that he isnât lying to you about the amnesia, and you let out a sigh of relief.
âIâm not sure.â Heâs frowning, seeming to rack his mind for any clue, anything at all to remind him of where his knowledge came from and why he couldnât move on. Itâs all fruitless in the end. âIâŚreally donât know.â
âItâs okay,â you reassure, giving him a small smile. âIt doesnât matter that much anyway. I donât mind cooking another portion, especially when you eat so little. Or maybe I eat a lot- Well, whatever.â
From the couch, Kenma nods and sinks into the cushions. Still, he wants to know why out of everything he could have remembered, why were they the flowers. In his current state, he canât imagine himself as a flower buff in the past; hell, he doesnât remember being the sun, but every morning when it rises, he feels like heâd hate to be in it, so if he canât stand the outdoors now, he probably couldnât either in the past. He thinks hard and long, but when you call him and tell him thatâs dinnerâs ready, all he can do is give up and go listen about your day.
Itâs all so strange, he thinks.
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