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10 times, 1 occasion - Inumaki Toge

7. Festivities

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A/N: hi hi! soo a few things: I would like to warn that this chapter shows a more feminine side of the reader so if anyone is uncomfy,, you've been warned. this chapter is just friendship and ships (there's nobara x maki and yuuji x megumi if you squint a bit) and it's 3.0k words (new record!!!!!) so buckle up and enjoy! also, next chapter is my favorite so far so go read it as soon as you're done with this.

Toge persisted you to rest for the past three days, as you were indicated. He sat by your bedside so you wouldn’t go anywhere, always keeping your injured ankle raised and your head comfortable, helping you to change bandages from time to time. Even then, you persisted to go as normal and continue with your duties.

“So hot…” Maki complained from your green couch, her glasses set aside as she covered her eyes from the sun with her forearm.

“I think you should stop hugging Kugisaki, then” Megumi suggested, the redhead laying on top of her, but he just received a death glare.

“Shake” Toge agreed with Maki, laying on top of Panda, who was snoring loudly. You, on the other hand, were on top of Yuuji’s shoulders, working on your damaged air conditioner.

“Gimme the flat screwdriver, ‘Gumi” You extended your hand, the other one holding one of the filters of the AC.

Your air conditioning system broke down once a year, and you knew it was because of the dirty filters. For some reason, everyone decided to hang out in your room, so extra help was usually given out to you. Maki and Nobara cleaned the filters, Panda and Toge first assisted you and then the help shifted to Megumi and Itadori. The last one was more than glad to have a pair of thighs wrapped around his neck, and his smile displayed so as Inumaki and Megumi both stared him down to oblivion. With the screwdriver now in your hand, you pressed each filter well to its original place. You closed the lid and Yuuji plopped you down on your bed, making you laugh.

You reached in to click on the air conditioner, it turned on normally and after a few minutes, it wasn’t leaking water anymore. “It’s fixed” You heard a collective sigh you let out yourself, feeling the cold air fill the room.

Itadori laid down on the floor by your mini-fridge and Megumi sat at the edge of your bed, next to your feet. You were all so overwhelmed by the heat, no one really wanted to speak, just take in the fake rise in temperature to calm down their sweating and corporal heat.

Just as you were falling into pure, calm bliss, you heard bass thumping from down the hall. You opened your eyes and raised your head towards the door, at the same time everyone else did, confused. Queue in Gojo with a boombox from the 90s, playing ‘Congratulations’ by Post Malone. There was now a collective groan in annoyance as he walked in and faced the bunch of sweaty teens.

“Good afternoon my amazing students!” There was another collective groan in response. No one didn’t even bother raising their heads once more to look at him, and Megumi just turned his face away slightly. Everyone was grumpy or simply not in the mood “I am here to give out great news! Everyone who has tried for first-grade sorcerer has been officially promoted! Congratulations!”

Suddenly, the aura of the room shifted. Everyone was upright, in a mix of shock and happiness. Nobara started screaming out in happiness with Maki, while you, Megumi, Gojo, and Itadori started jumping on your bed in a circle, holding hands. Inumaki was hugging Panda.

“Let’s throw a party! A fancy one!” Itadori suggested, and everyone cheered. Gojo seemed very fond of the idea, as he laughed.

“Dress code is suit and tie, I’ll see you all in the common dining room at 8! Now if you excuse me, I have a party to plan!” Gojo jumped out of the bed, picked up his speaker, and sprinted out of the room. You came down from your bed and threw yourself into Toge’s arms, who pulled you closer in by your waist. You laughed and nuzzled into his neck happily; he was smiling proudly.

“Oh my god! We need to go shopping!” Nobara realized, grabbing Maki’s wrist and snatching you away from Inumaki to head out the door.

“Wait, I need my wallet!” You screamed, but Toge ran after you to give you the tote bag you carried for trips outside the school. You blew him a kiss as he waved you goodbye.

“I’m dressed so inappropriately to go out” Maki groaned as Nobara rushed you on.

“Don’t worry, I’ll hold your hand so no one flirts with you” Nobara beamed at her and then wink, making Maki fluster. You laughed and elbowed her in the ribs, wiggling your eyebrows.

“I can’t believe I'm going to have to third wheel today!” You laughed, watching as both women turned crimson.

Nobara insisted on shopping in the Harajuku district and looking at her eyes gleaming while passing different stores was like watching a kid in a candy store. Surprisingly, she was the pickiest one out of the three. Maki found her outfit first, a black blazer and pants combo with a black mesh button-up that had Nobara drooling. You found a black silk slip dress that reached down your calf, a slit on one of the legs with a loose neckline that reached down your collarbones. Nobara found a black dress that reached a bit down to her knees, it was strapless with a see-through long sleeve with roses. She laughed at the irony of it, considering the poison she was infected with last week manifested in roses on her skin. After that, you went to grab a bite, the three of you talking about everything, anything and nothing at the same time. You noticed the flirtatious remarks between your companions, happy that both had decided to move their attraction to flirting, rather than just staring at each other all the time. You returned to Jujutsu High around 3 PM, more exhausted than ever, you threw your bag to a corner, kicked off your sneakers, and threw yourself on the bed face down, falling asleep in that same starfish position.

“Aw, she’s asleep” You heard a voice comment. You thought it was only a dream and continued on napping. “Let’s just let her rest”

“Are you crazy? They promised to do our makeup! That’s three people already!” Another hushed voice chimed in.

“Tuna mayo” A third voice hummed. You were already back fast asleep as someone tried to shake you awake gently, only to fail miserably.

Toge sighed and squatted down, his face to level yours. Even with your mouth ajar, your duvet darkening from your saliva, and your slightly loud breathing, he loved how you looked so serene that what he was about to do next he found very cruel.

Delicately, he moved your hair away from your ear, swooping it to the other side of your face. Right there, he was taken away by your sleeping beauty; purples, oranges, and blues chiming into light your face as the sun went down. He sighed, half-smiling “Wake up”

He watched as your eyes popped open and you sat up, rigid. “What day is it?” You wondered, scratching your head and yawning, disoriented after the sudden surge of energy running through your body. Toge sat down by your side and placed his hand on your bare waist. You noticed lately he was even more touchy than usual.

“What day is it?” Nobara mocked you, a vein in her forehead palpitating. “You need to do our makeup! Hurry! You haven’t even showered!” She snatched you away from Toge and pushed you inside your bathroom. You heard a light ‘Tsk!’ outside from Inumaki, who has proven time to time really appreciate you being snatched away from him. “And you! Get out!” Kugisaki ushered him out of the room, slamming the door in his face.

“A little harsh, huh?” Maki said, turning to Nobara, who just rolled her eyes.

“I don’t care” She shrugged before taking out her hair straightener and a heat protector. You chuckled from inside the bathroom before taking your phone out of your pocket and connecting it to the Bluetooth speaker on the wall next to the bathroom mirror. You shuffled the playlist Toge made you a while ago and turned on the faucet.

“I hope you’re not going on a world tour right now! We don’t have time to listen to you all the way to your fiftieth stop in London!” You heard Nobara knock and shout at you from the other side of the door.

You rolled your eyes “Maki, keep your girl in check!” You shouted back before stripping and stepping into the shower. You were in the middle of your third song, washing the suds away from your body and giving your rendition of “Cognac Queen” by Megan Thee Stallion when Nobara opened the door and dragged you out of the shower. It became a struggle, and you were only able to grab the pink fluffy robe that hung on your door.

You fixed Maki’s hair by pulling it half up with a small claw clip, leaving her bangs out. Then you applied the lightest layer of makeup, with the dark eyeliner she requested. Nobara, on the other hand, asked for a full face with a red lip. On the other hand, you went for a light look, with a striking eye and a glossy lip. Then, the three of you rushed to get changed as you realized it was almost ten minutes before 8. As you exited the dorm, you wrapped a white ballerina-style cardigan, taking one last look at yourself at the entrance mirror before Nobara dragged you out of there. The three of you walked to the common room carefully, the door opened slightly.

You heard a couple whistles as you entered the room, you humored the boys, Nobara looked slightly mad while Maki ignored them. You realized that for the occasion Toge wasn’t wearing anything that covered his mouth, and made it evident it was a bit ajar watching you arrive. You said hello to the staff, greeting Nanami happily, who seemed pleased with your recovery and being slightly confused at why Utahime was there. You then headed over to greet your classmates, ending up with Toge.

“You look very handsome” You chuckled, and reached in to fix the strands of hair that fell on his forehead. He was wearing a sage green shirt, black trousers, and thin black suspenders. He shrugged a little and blushed as you touched him, leaning slightly into your touch.

“Shake” He nodded, and held your hand briefly, accepting the compliment. You blushed and looked down before taking your hand away from his face, afraid you were overstepping.

The party was light, everyone chatted and conversed lightly. Itadori seemed very busy on his phone, while Megumi spent all his energy trying to grab his attention. Yuuji called out for you, making you pull away from your conversation with Toge and Panda, who looked dashing in a yellow bow tie. He also called out for Panda. “I need your help,” He said nervously “I saw a speaker with lights in your room, can you go bring it here? Also, please wait at the entrance for someone. Panda, I need you as a distraction”

You excused yourself and left swiftly, fitting your cardigan once more. You walked the way up to your room, taking the squared-shaped, medium-sized speaker with half spheres on top, grabbing the aux cord just in case. Holding the speaker by its handle, you followed the trail to the entrance quietly.

“What is this?” You frowned upon seeing the students of the Kyoto sister school facing you. You raised your brows and Mai and Momo narrowed their eyes back to you, but the rest didn’t. Your eyes fell into the liquor store bags Todo held in his hands, then it all made sense. A smirk crept onto your face as Todo watched your change of expression and laughed. A party with the Kyoto students didn’t seem half as bad, and hey, maybe the stone-cold Soju can solve things out between everyone there.

Soon, you heard a couple of explosions and fireworks and some commotion coming from the common room. “Let’s go” You picked up the skirt of your dress a little to run a little easier, the rest following after you. You noticed everyone outside watching an impromptu firework show as you sneaked in the Kyoto students to the now dark room. Slowly, the rest of the Tokyo students sneaked back to the common room, Itadori locking the door in.

“Okay Panda, that was fun, but can we— huh?!” Gojo realized the locked doors and drawn windows. He tried to force the door open but it was closed shut.

“Oh finally. Can we go to a bar now?” Shoko sighed “Let them be Satoru, they’re in the blink of death every day, let them party”

“Can we all pretend they didn’t do that and we were here all the time chaperoning?” Gojo gave in easily, changing his usual blindfold to black, round sunglasses. Everyone made a noise in agreement and the staff left, feeling the bass pumping under their feet, the surges of different colored lights leaking out of the shut windows.

At first, the party was tense. Everyone was just staring at the other from across the room. You were busy in the background trying to plug in your phone and sync it to the speaker’s Bluetooth. Then, Todo gave a lengthy speech about sorority and brotherhood, and how you should all solve your differences so you could… get drunk and nasty together. In fact, it didn’t take long for the party to lighten up and turn into a club scene. By the third round of shots, mostly everyone was hot and bothered, all the tables moved aside to create a makeshift dance floor. Surprisingly, Panda was an incredible bartender, and he was out to kill; his drinks were packed with alcohol, but fruity and candied flavors hid it all and made it even more addicting. By your third drink, you ripped open the seam of the dress, creating another slit for you to move better.

You, Nobara, and the Zen’in twins were incredible dancers, but you didn’t really expect it from Itadori. He had all the spice down in his hips and the way he could shake his ass like his name was Cardi B. He joined in after his third shot with the song ‘Up’

“Broke boys don’t deserve no pussy!” Todo shouted to the song for the rest to respond.

“I know that’s right!” Everyone answered, except for Toge, before you continued dancing. Now more than ever you felt the euphoria of having money. First-grade sorcerers gave you a considerable amount of money, even if you were just a student.

“Yuuji!” Your mouth dropped to the floor, looking at him, before cheering him on along with the others. By the makeshift bar, a flustered Megumi joined by a sober Inumaki watched him dance, not knowing what he should do in that situation.

Then, as if you were reading his mind, you showed him what he should be doing; standing behind him and grabbing his hips. Soon as Nobara did the same with you, followed by Maki, followed by Mai, followed by Todo, making a train. On the other corner, there was some smoke coming up. You never thought you could have this much fun with people.

Another song started playing “It’s my homegirl, we got the same tattoos!” Itadori pulled you close to him while Todo recorded, and you laughed.

“Don’t accuse me of shit if you ain’t got proof!” You sang along, pointing to the camera, following along.

“What if we got matching tattoos?” Itadori turned to you, and you both frowned to think it hard.

“I think that’s enough” Megumi pulled your drink away from your hand.

“‘Gumi, relax. Go take a shot or a hit from Kamo in the corner, it’s a party! C’mon!” You pulled him to the dance floor, both him and Yuuji as you both threw it back on him to the song. This time, Megumi caught clues from earlier and shyly placed his hands on Itadori’s hips. You stopped and nodded, patting him on the back and walking away, a bit clumsily.

“Do we have any more water left?” You asked Panda, feeling your throat and eyes dry from the intoxicating substances. Panda nodded happily and gave you some water. You had reached your limit and decided it was time to sweat off the drinks and hydrate yourself.

“Oh my bad, that’s vodka,” He said as your mouth went into a thin line as you recognized the strong taste and scent. Inumaki snickered “Here”

“Tell me it’s not vinegar this time” You joked, taking a loud sniff of the liquid, and it was in fact, water. You took a large gulp, as you heard thunder followed by the soft pitter-patter of the rain. “Oh, it’s raining” You turned to Inumaki, who looked stunned at your drunken beauty. Your eyeliner was smudged, and so was your lipstick. There was some hair sticking to the nape of your neck due to the sweat. He could swear he saw some drops running down the small of your back. He gulped and looked away.

“You’ve been here all night, love; c’mon, let’s dance” You set your cup down and took Toge’s hand, pulling him out of his seat. The only reason this party was going along all well was that alcohol made you more straightforward, which made you all sultry towards your evident crush.

You noticed he was paler than usual “What’s wrong? Do I make you nervous?” You whispered in his ear, your hand slowly climbing from his hand all the way up to his neck, where you caressed the area. You never could have known alcohol made you that bold, and such a, well, maneater. At his lack of an answer, you just chuckled and took his hand, guiding him elsewhere.

Everyone at the dance floor greeted him more than enthusiastically, and suddenly, every insecurity Toge was holding deep inside of him throughout the whole party had disappeared. He blinked several times as you smiled at him as radiant as ever. “Let’s dance!” He nodded and smiled back. I love you.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk inumaki #inumaki toge #toge inumaki #inumaki x reader #jjk fluff #10times1occ

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utterlyinevitable · 3 years ago

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okay ofc i need to know YOUR thoughts + thots on s2 asap please!!! i already rambled so much under the ask you sent me so please dont hold back hsjsjddkdk gimme ALL your opinions 🤲🏼🤲🏼🤲🏼🤲🏼🤲🏼

hello hello helloooo

i am going to simultaneously read your response + ramble my own thoughts ++ inform you that i read the books after s1 came out and The Viscount Who Loved Me is tied for my favorite of the series. The enemies-to-lovers was absolutely delicious (i do have words on how this was handled in the series 😠)

i wanted the entire season in one sitting so i will do my best not to spoil the ending, but it all blends together. sorry in advance!

ok first and foremost i am OBSESSED with how they made the sheffield nee sharma's of indian descent. so much better than the book because of the heritage and no need for kate's traumatic backstory similar to anthonys anymore. ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT.

all of your thots are correct. i concur. johnny b done did us proud. all of the gifs of him looking at kate and smelling her has me swooning STILL. ugh i cannot wait to see his character growth in the next two seasons. i want to say more but will refrain until after you watch the last episode. let us put a pin in this thot 📌

SHE PLAYED THIS CHARACTER SO WELL. Kate is an absolute entitled bitch in the book and series kate? just a woman wanting the best for her sister and not putting up with societys bullshit. Yes yes. her face and eyes and just HER 🔥🔥 Can we talk about her little lilac lingerie in the garden scene? I want.

actually let us talk more about that garden sex scene because HOLY HELL. Anthony Bridgerton in the book would NEVER. Never ever make their first (and few after) all about Kate. The Anthony of the book was very set in his 'wed bed bred' ways and not falling in love with his wife. In the books the bee scene is ICONIC. It came too soon in the series because in the books Ant actually freaks the fuck out and tries to suck the sting out of Kate's tit and Violet and Mary catch them. So she's compromised and they have a swift wedding. The rest of the book is him is being grumpy and gold to his viscountess and not falling in love with her.

Anthony never proposed to Edwina in the book either. That wedding arc was TOO MUCH. I hated it. Book Kate and Edwina have SUCH a strong relationship that Edwina actually was steering the Kathony ship even when he was still set on courting Edwina. Yelling at Kate and being angry was waaay too ooc for our diamond.

the series robbed us of even more BEAUTIFUL build up and hate sex and trying not to love the sex with them sex and the 'i don't need no one' sex and kathony being absolute SLUTS for one another.

THEIR CHEMISTRY IS SO SO GOOD IN THE SHOW. Brilliant. Wonderful. Would watch another season dedicated to them.

I honestly cried every time they talked about Edmund. My poor traumatized Ant bby. (and violet. i cannot imagine that heartbreak esp whilst pregnant. never wanna go through that)

LOATHING ANTHONY IS THE POINT!!!!!!! He's the character you're meant to hate and omfg he does it so well. literally shaving off those mutton chops makes the man at least 70% more lovable. Make the man 6'5, piercing blue eyes, and a pixel with a passion for medicine and i mean --- Anthony is a boy that had to grow to a man at 19, responsible for that big ol' loving family. Poor kid.

Your rant is not long enough and I am expecting even more after you've finished the series!! rapid fire responses:

agreed, tho simon would have stolen the show and all i'd like to see is the pull out duke™'s butt

danbury is the best and i am so happy she is an actual character of chaos / plot driver in the series instead of a side whatever in the books (really only an important character to hyacinths story)

wish there was more mary. her standing up for herself and her daughters at dinner was an iconic moment. also for not slut shaming kate. mother of the universe award right here.

i feel bad for the actress who played edwina. she played the lot she was given well, but obvi getting engaged and being the runaway bride has left a sour taste for everyone. the 'half sister' HURT SO BAD. book edwina would never. they're full sisters and soulmates and you can't tell these two otherwise.

i have a TYPE irl. i am painfully aware of. Benedict is my type and ohhhhh boy s3 here we come

spoiler alert: in the books marina walks into a lake and drowns because her post partem was so bad. so i was watching this scene insert like 👀👀👀 gurl r u ok??

my heart BREAKS for pen and eloise. that relationship was always so strong and idek what is going on anymore.

THANK YOU. WHYYY did they push portia and her lord(?) to have a thing? what was the point of that? did portia have an enlightenment and is gonna stop being snakey in the next few seasons? doubt it.

orchestral versions of pop songs is my love language.

ok.. if we're going by the books then s3 is about benedict and his 'cinderella' story. also sets up fran's season and getting married. and setting up colin making things right with penelope. and idk what is going on with eloise and pen becuase shonda has gone ROGUE.

ahhhh thank you for indulging me mal <33

#lots of rambles but i dont care!!!#askboxed #bridgerton.tv #mal <3

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ticklishfiend · 4 years ago

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Angry Little Guy

My Hero Acadameia - Kirishima/Bakugou

A/N: heyyy haven’t written in a hot minute (again lmao)!! my mental health has been taking a tolls recently so writing has been hard, but i still hope y’all enjoy what i wrote today!! i love these boys sm and i hope to write some more for them in the future :) hope u enjoy!! xx

Summary: After Ms. Joke visits the school and forces Bakugou to laugh after he was being a grumpy-butt in class, Kirishima can’t help that he just wants to hear that cute little laugh again. But when Bakugou refuises to laugh any other way, Kirishima decides to use some...persuasive methods :))

Word Count - 2,550

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Today was a physical training day for Class 1A, all the students gathering in the training gym in their matching blue and red outfits ready for whatever task Aizawa had prepared for them that day. Aizawa’s demeanor today, however, was just a little…off. Sure, he was being hs regular boring, monotonous self, but something about the way his eyes seemed to sink deeper into their sockets, and the way his back seemed somehow more slouched than usual, showed that the class’s teacher was a little more annoyed today than he already was regularly.

“Does Aizawa-Sensei seem more…upset than usual?” Kirishima scratched his neck worriedly, heck cocked as he watched Aizawa pinch the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t know, man, the guy’s never exactly been the bubbly type. Maybe he just got less sleep than normal,” Denki shrugged, his eyes also meeting the groggy teacher stood in front of their whole class. “What do you think, Bakugou? Think Aizawa woke up on the wrong side of the bed or what?”

“Shut the fuck up, Sparkplug, he’s about to start class,” Bakugou grumbled, not even glancing down at his bright blonde counterpart for a second.

“Okay everyone, it’s time to shut up,” Aizawa spoke loudly, his eyes tense as he stared the teens in front of him down. The mumbles in the room went silent as Aizawa began his lesson. “Today’s gonna be a little…different. Despite my pleas against this, you’ll be taught your training by a different pro-hero today from Ketsubutu High.”

Muffled whispers slowly rose up from the crowd of teens before Aizawa, mumbling predictions of who the hell could be teaching them today and why it wasn’t someone already from their school. Of course, as always, Iida’s hand was the first to shoot up and question this strange decision.

“Aizawl-Sensei, why are we being taught by a teacher from another school? Why not use any of the many teachers we have available at UA?”

“Unfortunately, Nezu believes it would be best for you all to not only be trained by the same heroes, as you need to widen your options for training techniques, especially considering many of you need to learn better techniques of distraction. Which is exactly why they’ve brought in-“

“Helloooo~!” The gym doors behind the students’ burst open, a female figure standing in the doorway with her hands on his hips and a bright, wide smile imprinted on her face.

“Oh no way!” Sero pointed excitedly towards the woman. “It’s Ms. Joke!”

“That’s right, future pro-heroes!” Ms. Joke began making her way over toward Aizawa, his glare on her intensifying with every step she got closer.

“Ohhh, now I get why he’s been so moody all morning,” Kiri whispered to Denki, the two sharing a knowing glance as they both grinned.

“Joke, why are you so late? You were supposed to be here an hour ago so we could discuss-“

“Oh cmon, Eraser, don’t be so serious! Just got caught up in a little morning traffic is all, plus spreading a few smiles along the way!” Joke grinned widely at the stoic man beside her. “Y’know, I’m always happy to spread a few more smiles as long as they’re coming from your cute little face-“

“That’s enough, Joke. Please get on with the lesson,” Aizawa rolled his eyes, refusing to look over at his extremely smiley counterpart.

“Whatever you say, future husband!”

“Not your future husband-“

“Okay guys! So who here knows about my quirk and can explain it properly to the rest of the class?” Joke asked, followed by multiple hands shooting up into the air, Deku’s even waving about excitedly (as this IS his favorite thing in the world to discuss).

“Hmm…how about…you! Mr. Grumpy in the front!” Joke exclaimed, pointing towards Bakugou. His arms were crossed in contempt, eyes glaring into Joke’s happy persona like his gaze alone could burn right through it.

“I didn’t even raise my hand,” Bakugou scowled at his higher-up, his stance never wavering. “How do you know I have any idea who you are?”

Ms. Joke smirked at Katsuki. “Y’know, teachers talk, Bakugou,” the mention of his name made his eyes grow a little wide in surprise, not expecting her to know him by name. “Sure, I know you from the sports festival, but I also know you from a little more than that. I know that you’re an angry little guy who doesn’t like not being at the top, and you find satisfaction in knowing more than your peers. I also know you’re very smart, and you’re well educated on the status of most- if not all- pro-heroes today. So, I’ll ask again; can you please explain to the class what my quirk is and how it functions?”

A silent but stressed pause fell over the group of teens. None of them had expected Joke to get so analytical on Bakugou like that, and it made them all feel a little fearful of what the “angry little guy” had to say next to her next. Bakugou’s glare on the woman deepened, his brow furrowing slightly.

“You can make people laugh uncontrollably, basically making it easier for you to fight them with one-on-one combat. And if you want me to be honest,” Bakugou’s face contorted into an ugly smirk, his arms crossing tighter as his body leaned in ever so slightly towards the hero. “-it’s one of the lamest quirks I’ve ever seen from a pro-hero.”

The air in the room was suddenly 10x thicker than before, almost making it harder for the students to catch a healthy breath. Ms. Joke only smiled fondly at the teen before her, walking closer to him until they were face-to-face.

“Y’know Bakugou…ever since I saw you perform at the sports festival, seeing you so red-faced and angry the whole time, I couldn’t help but wonder…” Joke’s hands went to her hips as Bakugou’s smirk slowly began to fade. “…does that guy ever really laugh?”

Suddenly and without warning, Bakugou began belting out one of the screechiest laughs anyone in that gym had ever heard in their lives. His arms came down to his stomach, harshly crushing his abdomen as if this would cease the laughs at any capacity. After a second, one of his hands shot towards his mouth, after he must’ve finally realized how embarrassingly girly his laugh must’ve sounded.

“Oh my god, no way! Bakugou can laugh!” Denki shouted, pointing at the hysterical boy in front of him. The rest of the class erupted into giggles, unable to contain it after hearing that contagious laugh leave that angry little man.

“SHUHUHUT UHUP! THIS ISN’T FAHAHAHAIR!” Bakugou’s screams were muffled behind his hand, but it did nothing to mask the laughs coming out of the boy.

“So, is anyone who didn’t know about my quirk starting to get how it works?” Joke giggled, Bakugou now crumbling to the floor on his knees without even meaning to. After another moment, his laughs began to die down to soft titters, before standing back up on shaky legs. To his dismay, his face was flushed an adorable shade of pink, and though everyone noticed it, no one dared to make a comment. His eyes made their way to Joke’s, an angry flash of light glaring from them.

“YOU MADE YOUR POINT YET, HAG?!” Bakugou shouted, his hands in a combat position by his sides, making small explosions not big enough to hurt a fly from his palms.

“Yes, actually. I think we’re ready to move on to the lesson at hand!”

“Man, I still feel sore after training today. Who knew Ms. Joke could be so ruthless at hand to hand combat!” Kirishima exclaimed, massaging his shoulder before turning back to his homework in his lap. He was sat crisscross on Bakugou’s bed, with said explosive teen leaning against the wall behind him also working on his homework.

“Whatever, Shitty-hair, it wasn’t that bad,” Bakugou rolled his eyes, earning him a shove on the knee from the red haired teen beside him.

“You’re just mad she had you laughing like a little girl in front of the class and you KNOW it!” Kiri chuckled.

“Hell yeah I’m mad, I’m fucking pissed! That hag had no right to do that, it made me look like a fucking idiot!” Bakugou grumbled throwing his head back and hitting the wall with a thud.

“Oh cmon, it wasn’t that bad, it was adorable! You should totally laugh like that more often, Bakubro. I know I’d sure love to hear it,” Kiri giggled, looking up at Bakugou, noting the small tinge of crimson painting his cheeks. He decided to be nice and not say anything, just like he had been at training.

“I’m not adorable, fuckface, and after that whole stunt I don’t think I’ll ever laugh again.”

“Bakubro, you know I can’t have that! I’ve gotta get my dose of Kats giggles every once and awhile, even if I have to pull em outta ya!” Kiri snickered, playfully shoving Bakugou in the shoulder. “In fact, I wanna hear you laugh right now! Cmon, gimme them giggles!”

Bakugou just looked up at Kirishima with the most blank expression he could possibly pull. Kirishima pouted, grabbing his and the other boy’s homework and moving it to the other side of the bed.

“Shitty-hair, I was working on that-!”

“Ah ah ah, Bakubro, you can get right back to your work as soon as I hear that laugh of yours that I heard earlier today!” Kirishima moved to sit cross-legged in front of Bakugou, giving him the dopiest smile he could pull in hopes to get the boy to giggle even a little.

Nothing.

“Kiri, I can’t just laugh on command. You’ve gotta do something funny, and you’re not a funny fucking person,” Bakugou’s expression remained partially blank, but Kirishima could spot that hint of mischievousness behind his eyes that got him all worked up and playful.

“Hmm…well, while I might disagree with you on that, it’s really hard to make you laugh. And trust me, I know that from experience,” Kirishima brought his hand up to scratch at his chin, looking Bakugou in the eyes experimentally. Then, a lightbulb went off over Kiri’s head.

“Hey, Bakugou?”

“Um…yes?”

“Are you ticklish?” Bakugou remained unwavered, but Kirishima could tell that question made the blood boy uneasy.

“No. Can I get back to my work now, Shitty-hair?”

“I already told you, we aren’t working until I hear you laugh. And, I don’t believe you.”

“Well you should, because I’m not.”

“Then can I?” Bakugou furrowed his brows confusedly at the question.

“Can you what?” Bakugou asked, his head leaning back in confusion.

“Can I tickle you? Y’know, since you aren’t ticklish.”

“No, that’s a stupid question, why would you tickle someone who isn’t-“ suddenly, Bakugou’s words halted as Kirishima grabbed the boy by his shoulders and turned him to push his back onto the bed. He sat down on the boys waist, pinning his hands beneath his knees, effectively trapping them. “WHAT THE HELL, SHITTY-HAIR?!”

“What? You said you aren’t ticklish, so this-“ Kirishima pulled Bakugou’s shirt up just above his lower ribs, before lightly and slowly tracing shapes into the boys sides. “-shouldn’t bother you at all.”

Bakugou’s entire body was as stiff as a board, his eyes shut tight and his mouth shut even tighter. His teeth grinder against one another and titter after titter left his lips against his mind’s wishes.

“Kiri- I- Stop- hehe-wait, just hold on a minutehehe-“ Bakugou giggled lightly, his hands struggling beneath Kiri’s knees. Then, Kirishima began digging his fingers into his ribs, and that’s when all hell broke loose for the explosive boy beneath him.

“WAHRHEIT! STOHOHOHOP! NOT FAIR! NOT FAHAHAHAIR!” Bakugou twisted and turned his body, but to absolutely no avail. Kirishima was massaging circles into Bakugou’s lower ribs, and the hysterical boy under him just couldn’t take it. “See? Now THIS is what I wanted to hear, Bakubro!” Kirishima moved his right hand down to skitter his nails on the boy's lower belly, resulting in high pitched squealy giggles to leave the Bakugou's lips. "Aw, you're so ticklish! I never expected this from you, it's so cute!" Kirishima cooed, only making Bakugou's laughs to grow more frantic and panicked.

"NOHOHO! NOHOHOT CUHUHUTE! NOT CUHUHUHU- AHAHAHA!" The boy's words trailed off into even more giggles as Kirishima brought his left hand down to sueeze at his hips. "NOHOHOT THEHERE! PLEASE! I CAHAHAHANT!"

"Aww, is this a bad spot, Bakugou?~ Is it really ticklish right there?~" Kirishima teased, now moving both hands down to sueeze and spider over his hips, which proved to be one of his worst spots so far.

"YEHEHES! TIHIHICKLES!" Bakugou screamed, his legs kicking out frantically behind Kiri as the red-head experimentally moved his fingers upwards and dipped into his bellybutton.

Bakugou let out the most high pitched scream Kirishima had ever heard.

"Oh my god, dude! Is it that bad here?" Kirishima used one nail to scratch at the inside walls of the navel, while another finger skittered around the entire button.

"BAHAHAHAD! SO BAHAHAD! PLEHEHEASE!" Bakugou whined, small prickles of tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

"Alright, alright, i'll quit. But-" Kirishima halted momentarily, his nails resting on Bakugou's lower tummy without moving. Even with the lack of movement, Bakugou couldn't help the small giggles that left his lips, his childish giggle box already turned on it's head, making those unmoving nails feel like their skittering all over his tummy. "-first you have to admit that your laugh is adorable."

Bakugou's eyes widened. "What?! Are you crazy?! I'm not gonna say something like th-hehehe!" Kirishima slowly began skittering over his lower tummy again, his fingers slowly but surely getting closer and closer towards his navel.

"Bakugou, you are way too ticklish to just not comply with me right now. Just say what I want and I'll let you go," Kirishima smiled, bringing one hand up to skitter at his lower ribs, resulting in a surprise shriek and louder giggles from the boy. "Unless...you don't want me to stop?"

Bakugou's entire face turned beet red, and this time Kirishima just couldn't help himself. "Aw, Bakugou~! Y'know, you're way more of a blusher than you'd like to admit, but that's just another thing that makes you intesnely adorable. So say it! Say you're adorbale!"

"Nohoho! I cahaha- Kiri plehehease! Don't make mehehe!" Bakugou whined, twisting his body as if trying to escape the unstoppable fingers on his torso.

"Cmon Kats~ Just say those two magic little words~"

"Alrihihight!" Bakugou shut his eyes tight, turning his face as much as he could to try and smush his words into the mattress. "I'm...I'm adorablehehe..."

Kirishima finally halted his fingers and moved them off the boy's body, but still not getting up off of his waist. "See? Was it that hard?"

"Yes!" Bakugou whined, finally pulling his hands out from under Kirishima's legs after the red-head gave him some leverage to, shoving them into his face to mask the ever-growing blush and smile emerging.

"You're too cute for me, Kats. I don't think I can handle it," Kirishima smiled fondly at the boy underneath him, his heart swelling in his chest unbeknownst to that angry little giggly guy.

A/N: i hope u enjoyed!! i just love lee!bakugou so i rlly couldn’t help myself LMAOO he’s so cute wtf :(( anyways, if u enjoyed this pls consider liking and reblogging!! reblogging is much more appreciated as it helps spread my fic to more ppl :)) love u!! xx

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yoichichi · 4 years ago

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Pretty People Supremacy Playlist 🖤

for my angel @1010andneji , I hope you love it 🖤

disclaimers: fem!reader, because this a request for someone with she/her pronouns, I believe the reader is referred to as she/her a few times, Kenma is aged up and this is based in him attending University just to be clear‼️

warning: it gets a little saucy in the make out department ?

gif not mine, credit to owner

a/n: ahhhhh!!! I’m sorry this took so long and I really hope you like it and you felt like it was worth the wait! Please let me know if you need me to change anything ‼️ i luv you bae 😔✊🏼 also thank you to my wife @ikigaitooru for helping me choose your matchup here! I was stuck between one other person but we ultimately decided on Kenma, we both believe he exhibits prime quiet himbo energy :) also I kind of went off and wrote a lot on this one 😶 sorry I think? Regardless, I hope you enjoy!!!

Relationship Headcannons

Ok so ultimately, I paired you together NOT just cause you thinks he’s pretty but I think you guys would be so good together!! Like you would be so good for him

You guys would balance each other out socially and just be the best pair to hang out with pleaseee

He knows he can be stupid and chaotic with you and you know you can let yourself wind down with him!!

Kenma CAN be blunt sometimes so I’m sure he’d have to catch onto your sensitivity at first, but he’d be so sincere if he ever accidentally said or did anything that made you feel some type of way

And once he is aware of your sensitivity he’s constantly reassuring you in little ways, not only that he understands and is trying to comfort you but just to reassure you he loves you, for example :

HAND SQUEEZES

I know some people have mentioned that he wouldn’t be into PDA but I disagree! It’s just not in the conventional let me be all over you types of PDA

I feel like it’s just not a big deal to him cause he’s like 🤨 what do I have to be embarrassed for?? This my mf baby and I’m gonna hold her hand if I want to ??

Like, I see him as a big hand holder frfr

He would just see it as such an easy way to be physically close to you and even if that’s just holding pinky’s he’s down!

It would also help him if he’s feeling anxious!

Like he’d fiddle with your hands and fingers if he’s feeling particularly antsy or nervous

You guys are out and he wants to go in a different direction? He’s definitely bringing your hand to his lips to give a quick peck and pull you along

“C’mon, let’s look over here”

AND HES SO NONCHALANT ABOUT IT TOO LIKE HE JUST DOESNT QUITE REALIZE THE EFFECT HE HAS ON YOU WHEN HE DOES THAT (he totally does but he likes to be slick and act like he doesn’t 🙄)

He would also DEFINITELY let you play with his hands if you’re nervous or bored or whatever reason honestly, he’d find it soothing and knows it occupies you or fills a need (and you get to look at pretty Kenma hands c’mon now)

ANYWAYS there are other little ways he’d reassure you too besides hand squeezes and holding

Definitely the type to leave you little notes in places for you to find them and they’d always say such simple things like “hi- kenma <3” LMAOOOO PLS HES TRYING HIS BEST

I think the final biggest way he’d love to reassure you would be words of affirmation (this is definitely a private thing)

I think he’d still deliver them in a blunt manner but that’s how you know he’s sincere!

You two would just be chilling at his place and you’d do something simple like, ask how much water he’s drank today or play with his hair and tell him he shouldn’t overwork himself and he’d just look at you so seriously and be like, “I really appreciate you, you know that?”

And it’d be sort of deadpan but like !!!

And he’d just kiss your hand after - always the palm - and then he’d just press his cheek into your hand before kissing it one more time and moving on like that literally just didn’t happen KENMA KING OF HAND KISSES

Okok moving on before I get stuck on his hands again anskdkdksiaj

So we don’t talk about himbo Kenma enough!!!! Like ok

He’s NOT big and ripped like ya know Bokuto and he seems super smart but I’m telling you this man is a quiet clueless himbo ‼️

You can’t tell me you’d be talking on and on about biology or something and he’d just have this little lost look in his eye while he’s nodding along and smiling softly listening to you talk and you’re like ,,??

“Wait, do you even understand what I’m saying?”

And he’d really just be like no :)

“but your eyes are really pretty and I like watching your lips move while you talk :) (this man is also a king of innocent flirting and you can’t tell me otherwise!!!)

OMG and if you’re even the slightest bit flustered by his comment he WILL notice and he’ll do his best to hide his sly little smile and just grab one of your hands and squeeze it and be like, “keep going, I’m listening”

KENMA HIMBO NATION RISE

Ok ALSO you two would literally just be such a pretty couple? Just like so pleasing to look at????? Like you’re both so pretty it’s unfair! And your style OMG

Like you’re just so soft like the epitome of 🦋✨👼☁️☺️ girl and 🎮🎱🖤👾🌙 boy ykwim???

and his long hair PLS Kenma man bun supremacy 🙌🏼

I can’t stress enough how pretty you two would be it would just make sense seeing you two together ugh

UGH you dying Kenmas hair for him?? And he’d just sit cross legged in a chair while you do it and he keeps leaning and moving to wherever you are around him cause your hands are in his hair and it’s so soothing!! What’s he supposed to do??

“Kenma, stay still you’re gonna bet bleach on my shirt!”

“But didn’t you wear that in case bleach did get on it?”

“Kenma-“

“I’m just saying if that’s the case then I don’t understand why I can’t hug you while you bleach my hair? 🤨”

“😐”

“Ok so-“

“Kenma.”

“😒”

Yeah queue pouty Kenma acting indifferent 🙄✋🏼

Just give him a kiss on his nose and he’ll get over it even though he’ll feign his grumpiness to get treated like a baby a little bit longer

UGH PLS I GOTTA STOP I COULD GO ON FOREVER

Bottom line, Kenma’s your quiet little himbo and you’re his loud soft girlfriend, and it’s one of the most adorable things ever

Ok, so we’re finally to what you came for LMAO, your playlist!

OKOK so similar to the first one I made, there’s no theme besides music taste so I tried to make this like a soundtrack of your guys relationship if that makes sense?

I really hope you enjoy and please let me know if you need any changes or would like to be paired up with someone else 🖤‼️ Without further ado, your songs and explanations!

1. Siren - Kailee Morgue: ok I think this one still kind of fits the vibe you’re looking for but you can’t tell me Kenma didn’t see you as some bewitching vixen who’s caught his attention LMAO like he’s just like 👁👄👁 she’s so pretty and entrancing help me! and he’d try to be like haha I’m cool I’m cool I’m fine 😎🥴😎 but it’s so obvious he likes you too (you’d kind of be able to tell with the way he looks at you and how it took so long for the blush to leave his neck and ears whenever he’d talk to you) but he just really decides he has no choice in the matter, he wants you so bad LMAO

2. Juice - iyla: more off the first one, the way you just appeared into Kenmas life LMAO like he saw you and just 😳🥴😍‼️ and once he started to feel real feelings he’d be so 🏃‍♂️💨 WHERE THE FUCK DID SHE COME FROM??? But he wants you so BAD he can’t do anything about it, and now not only does he just want you 😳 but he wants you and he wants to be yours , pls he has it hard

3. See You Again (feat. Kali Uchis) - Tyler, The Creator: ok this is like THE song to your guys relationship just UGH I know you two would have such pining. Kenma would DEFINITELY be nervous to even talk to you at first cause he’s definitely like 🥴 she’s prettt hhng and he’s so shy and you just have such HEART EYES over him and you don’t even hide it that well LMAO (“it’s them rose colored cheeks yeah it’s them dirt colored eyes 😔😩”- u @ him) and it just makes him so NERVOUS!! But you two would definitely dance around it for a bit like you’d just be so 😍‼️ He’s pretty and shy hehe I like him gimme gimme 😍 and he’d be so flustered by it at first until you guys FINALLY get over yourselves (when kenma stops being a baby LMAO) like you guys jus wanna kiss so bad and literally everyone’s like JUST FUCKING DO IT, SHIT it’s adorable really

4. Doves In The Wind (feat. Kendrick Lamar) - SZA: ok I know this song is kinda saucy an idk if it’s overplayed but listen YOU CANT TELL ME THIS ISNT KENMAS FUCKING ANTHEM!! like he jus absolutely jams to this song definitely a sza stan and loves playing vibey music like hers during his gaming sessions but like the way he would worship the ground you walk on and be like mf im HERS do not get it twisted, in no way does she belong to me buT THE WAY I BELONG TO HER WHEW ‼️

5. Moment - Victoria Monét: ok why do I feel like most of the songs I added on here are vaguely steamy LMAO but ok this song? Yeah whew 💨 this is definitely one of those songs that play while you two would be lazily making out with those little led lights on (you just know kenma has those) and you two would just be laying there and know this is one of those moments you guys are never gonna forget. Your hands are just roaming and caressing each other while your lips are locked and you guys are so breathless and it’s just wow, you guys must have manifested each other cause this moment is so perfect between you two. And even though it’s a little sloppy it’s so intimate and you both feel like you’re living in a dream. messy hair flushed Kenma whos breathing heavy? Yeah I think so

6. Deep Cuts - Healy: Kenma is always trying his hardest to be the best he can when he loves something. We know this we’ve all seen him and Tora when it comes to volleyball and the way he gets with Hinata. And this wouldn’t change when it comes to your guys relationship, he is constantly going to be putting in his best effort to get to know you better, be the best boyfriend he can be to you and make you feel as loved as he can. He’s memorized everything there is to know about you and sometimes he gets lost in that and it makes him insecure about himself from his overthinking (you can’t tell me he’s not a chronic overthinker) and he’d forget to just enjoy himself sometimes. Like Kenma stop stressing, you can relax when you hold her hand. But he’d reach this point with you when he’d probably be being a bit difficult and you’d just make him feel so loved. He had been overworking himself again, which you HATED. You could tell from the bags under his eyes and the way his hair was messily pulled back into a low bun and the way the neckline of his hoodie showed he wasn’t even wearing a shirt underneath. But it was date night!! So what if he was tired and overworked quality time is important to you!!! I mean, that’s what he’s thinking. But you would just pull him into a hug and kiss his forehead and start to undress into comfy clothes and he’d be so confused like ?? Uhm, date night?? And you’d just pull him to your shared bed by his sleeve and under the covers and into your arms while you just kissed the top of his head. You’d take his hair out of his bun and run your fingers through it getting rid of some of the tangles and just be so CARING to him. “Let’s just stay in, you’re tired and I’d rather lay with you while you get some sleep, we can always go out another time.” Yeah he’s in love that’s it ‼️ you make him feel like he’s exactly enough for you as he is and that’s all he wants pls tbis is so long and for what??? Like this could be a Drabble in itself??? Anyways

7. Easy - DaniLeigh: you guys are definitely an exclusive couple but you really show Kenma what it means to just take it slow and relax! After the date night (deep cuts) he knows it’s ok to just relax into your guys love and he doesn’t have to force or rush anything cause it all comes naturally. Secondly , the WAY THIS BOY MAKES YOU FEEL - he just always looks at you with these deep eyes that hold so much love and it makes you feel so exposed every time cause he just loves you so much and it’s so intense l. It makes your face heat up cause he so clearly thinks your perfect. Also, this just gives total late night ride vibes. Kenma would definitely be driving on the freeway and this song comes on and he just places his hand on your thigh while he’s driving and he’s humming along to this song and he can feel you staring at him so he just casts you a quick side glance and goes “hmmm?” And you’re like 👁👄👁 nothing (Kenma is the king of late night car ride music fr)

8. CPR - Summer Walker: ok I don’t even need to explain myself with this one, the song is so self explanatory! You just make each other feel so at home. Point blank ‼️ like Kenma will just think back like 😇 where would I be without this bitch the thought makes him truly sad and he likes to avoid it at all costs

9. Rain - Lucy Park: pls this song is so soft (I hope it fits the vibe ahhh!!) but this is just more of kenma being an absolute softy for you LMAO. He’s not very good at taking care of himself sometimes and you’re always there to be like 😡‼️ NO‼️ and it makes him so soft he can’t help it, it’s not that he does it on purpose cause that’s insane but the fact you know his limits when even he doesn’t sometimes blows his mind and he’s never felt more loved than in those moments (let’s bring up Deep Cuts again 🙄✋🏼 pls this boy just needs someone soft to put him in his place LOL)

10. moonlight - dhruv: ok but when Kenma knows he’s in love with you, he has to tell you. And what better way to tell you than, well, tell you. He’d definitely try to plan it in his head to be perfect like ok what’s her favorite place? Where’d we first meet? Should I tell her there? Should our song be playing in the background? Kenma, your himbo and over thinker tendencies are showing, just tell her already! It’d be early in the morning, and you two are making breakfast together while he’s listening to you ramble on about the recent events of your favorite show and he’s just smiling and nodding, doing his best to recall the other plot points that have happened. And you, distracted with your ranting, go to take a bite of your freshly made breakfast- which is still scalding hot. You IMMEDIATELY start panting and drop your fork, running over to the faucet and shoving your head under it doing your best to soothe your mouth with the cold water. And Kenma feels awful, but this is fucking hilarious. So sure he’s holding your hair back so you can really get that water but he’s dying in the process. Almost keeled over and gripping at his stomach type laughter and you’re swatting at him to no avail and he just can’t help himself, “oh, fuck I love you.” He said it between his gasps of air from laughing and didn’t even realize it. Not until you stood up fully with water still dripping off your chin just looking at him. This idiot immediately started apologizing like omg this isn’t how I wanted to say it ahhhh but you assure him this was perfect, and that you love him too (pls love this man he can’t help but love you too)

11. Easily - Bruno Major: does this count as angst? ok call back to Kenma being an overthinker who overworks himself and probably overlooks his own needs at times, there’s bound to be some tension between you two at times. You’re concerned about his health and he insists he’s fine but you know he’s not, and while I don’t ever see him blowing up on you I could see little arguments about his self-care habits. Sometimes he stays up too late, or he’s stressing himself over something that doesn’t need that much thought! Regardless, he knows you just love him and he does the same thing for you and he just needs to get better at not being so stubborn when it comes to taking care of himself. And he just hopes that you know he loves you and appreciates what you do for him even though it doesn’t seem like it all the time, and that hopefully you won’t give up on him.

12. Streets - Doja Cat: ok I added this one mainly for the vibes but like you can’t tell me Kenma isn’t pined over in university LMAO. Like he’s pretty and polite but also indifferent, mentally ill bitches eat that shit UP; and there’s PLENTY of those in university LMAO. And like you aren’t a toxic possessive person don’t worry but MAN he’s fighting these girls off with a stick at this point LMAO and he just doesn’t get it pls, like he’d definitely be the partner in an assignment who just comes prepared and is kind of quiet to a fault but is so nice and just gets his shit done. Would also offer a pencil if you forgot one and maybe I’m just a whore but that gets me everytime 😌

13. Kiss U Right Now - Duckwrth: ok mainly for the vibes but !!! You and Kenma in the kitchen cooking and this song comes on and he comes up behind you and turns you around and your faces are all close and he keeps singing “I think I wanna kiss u” and smirking but he’s just ghosting his lips over yours instead and moving his head back every time you try to kiss him and giggling before doing it all over again! giggly Kenma supremacy

14. Butterfly - UMI: ok we been talking about how much Kenma would be devoted to you, but like you wouldn’t be the same!!!! Kenma means so much to you and you do your best to show your care and all you wanna do is see him happy as much as he wants the same for you, omg you guys are so in love it’s gross 🤢

15. Pick Up Your Phone - Hojean: what more can I say!!! You guys just love each other and love spending as much time together as you can!! (I like ending these playlists with a really happy mood :) )

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Here it is! Thank you for being so patient and I really hope you like this! I always get nervous posting for my baby’s 🖤 love you cutie!

-🐇out

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teamsarawatshusband · 4 years ago

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Word Of Honor - 1st watch insta thoughts - Episode 8

Here's my name overview, in case you're new to this:

Zhou Zi Shu = Baby Sushi, Baby Zi Shu/ Zhou Xu lord guy/alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy; Wen Ke Xing = Smirky Xing/Smirky fan guy/Kissy Xing Gu Xiang = Purple Girl/my Purple Love/my Purple Queen Chen Ling = the Kid Smirklord is my personal ship name for Zhou Zi Shu and Wen Ke Xing.

Also, here are the previous episodes.

And now on to episode 8:

Wow, the kid is introduced to 5 lakes final boss guy who instantly cops a feel. Then tells him that he's not good enough to carry on the family heritage, and then demands the glazed armor. Wow. That is so wrong on so many levels.

Honestly that guy is as much of an ass as a-hole-uncle Shen.

Uncle Zhao is the only nice guy left in the kid's family.

Yay, back to smirklord.

Baby Sushi is being nice to my Queen's fanboy. And Kissy Xing is watching like a hawk, lol.

LOL, fanboy keeps putting his foot in it. My Queen does NOT tolerate misogynism.

Heh, Kissy Xing and my Queen sticking their tongues out at each other like siblings. Why is Baby Sushi reacting like their mom, lol.

K, so my Queen and her fanboy leave to go to Yueyang home base.

And now Kissy Xing is sulking because Baby Sushi treated fanboy guy nicer than him.

Oooh, Baby Sushi calling Kissy Xing out on using my Purple Queen for his benefit. And Kissy Xing says she'll leave and hate him anyway. Aww. I don't want her to leave. I want them to all live together happily forever. (I know it won't happen, but that would be the dream though)

"The fiercest ghosts disguise themselves as humans" - it sounds like Kissy Xing is talking about himself - ghost gang boss and whatnot. But I think, deep down, he's actually talking about trying to weed out the bad seeds amongst mankind, even if he has to be a ghost himself to do so. I can't help believing that he truly truly is a good guy after all.

Back to the kid and... whoa, he's not even allowed to walk back to his room on his own. He's not a guest. He's a hostage. :(

At least TopTap girl is kinda nice to him, showing him around a bit and bringing him to the training ground.

Is he gonna crush on her? Or did he flinch because he simply doesn't like to be touched.

Also there's some really snotty bullies at the training ground. Gossiping about our kid's lack of skills right within earshot. And, I mean, I saw how they "hit" those sand sacks. They are ones to talk, pffff.

Oh, fanboy knows TopTap girl. Right, same sect and everything. Okay, okay. So he's getting my Queen into the sect to snoop around at her heart's desire. Cool.

Hmm, there's a 5 lakes monument, and boss guy wants the kid to worship it. Interesting.

Back to smirklord. Where Baby Sushi is trying to send Kissy Xing off. Aww, he looks devastated at first, but then just decides he won't leave, lol. Nice. Also calls out Baby Sushi following the kid around. And he doesn't even deny it.

Okay, so Window of Heaven is nearby doing... stuff. Like sending off lanterns at daytime. No idea, tbh.

Oh, wow, my Purple Queen is a fast runner. Already back with the boys. And Kissy Xing has no secrets from Baby Sushi. (Or so it seems ;) )

He's calling the kid "the little idiot", and it's cute. He sounds like a dad already.

Ok, so my queen lets the guys in on the monument worshipping thing, and apparently that's a big deal, because Baby Sushi runs off and Kissy Xing follows and doesn't even let her finish.

What does that monument do???

K, so, it's a memorial of those 5 initial guys who formed a brotherly alliance, which then resulted in 5 sects who work together. And the leaders' names are carved into the monument. The kid might become one of them one day.

Why is 5 lakes final boss guy so nice all of a sudden? And did the kid just agree to let him decide who will be the next leader of his sect?

Oh, the pleated skirt soldiers of 5 lakes got overpowered by some masked guys and a pretty guy from Window of Heaven. Ooooooh, is he there to kidnap the kid?

How exactly does 5 lakes final boss guy plan on fighting a bunch of crossbow opponents with just his sword???

Oooooh, smirklord are watching from afar. They better get that kid out of there. AND KISSY XING JUST REFERRED TO BABY SUSHI AS HIS SOULMATE! Waaaaah. Also offering to die for him. Nice. But, please,... don't.

Whoooooaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!! Our two dads are heroes <3

Okay, so, the kid and 5 lakes final boss guy get to run back home with their pleated skirt soldiers. While the dads interrogate pretty Window of Heaven guy.

woooooh, did pretty guy just recognize Baby Sushi??? :o

Okay, wait, if they're on the same side and pretty guy is willing to do whatever Baby Sushi wants... why did he want him to let the kid go?

LOL, Kissy Xing was actually trying to behave decently and leave, but Baby Sushi completely disregarded his offer to be sent away. Awww

Okay, who is this Duan Peng Ju guy? Is he some 5 lakes boss? Why does he want the glazed armor? And how come, every time some mystery is solved, new questions keep popping up?

LOL, Kissy Xing completely ignores the offer to call pretty Window of Heaven guy by his real name. I feel that. He calls him little master. Cute.

Omg, so much is going on. I can't keep up with all the talking. So, the assumption is that the kid still has a piece of Glazed Armor somehow, and 5 lakes want to get if before the heroes conference.

Cut to some guy in blue.He looks faintly familiar, but I have no idea. Oh, he must be the thief. He's unloading tons of jewelry onto a table.

Huh, how does he have two pieces of glass now? Did Kissy Xing have a piece in his money pouch as well? Or is that from somebody else? And who just opened the door?????

Ooooh, romantic night out with smirklord. Yes! Gimme!

Kissy Xing wants to know the truth about Baby Sushi now. And Baby Sushi feels like he owes him a favor when all Kissy Xing wants is honesty.

Aww, Baby Sushi admits that he simply wanted to save the kid. And then he's turning the tables, interrogating Kissy Xing. Nice. Clever.

Oooh, Kissy Xing admits he showed up at the kid's place for a reason, not by coincidence.

They are so close they could kiss.

Just saying.

Yo, Baby Sushi doesn't want to be fed bullshit. He wants to know the truth because they're friends. And the way Kissy Xing's face falls at that for a second is priceless.

OMG, is he actually telling him to be more than friends? WHAT?

Now he LITERALLY called him his soulmate, waaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!! He's so whipped. (how did this pass censorship?)

Ouch, somebody knocked out thief guy. Ah, no, poisoned him, they say. Anyway, he's done.

Wait, was the glass poisoned? No, that couldn't be, could it? Then it would still be there. And the door wouldn't have opened on its own.

LOL, Kissy Xing on the market street is like a kid in a candy store. And Baby Sushi is paying for everything, because he's a whipped sugar daddy. Even if he doesn't admit it to himself, lol.

Whoa, Kissy Xing with all the indecent offers. No shame. Wow. He literally said "Just let me spend your money" and "I'll listen to your command" -and it is NOT lost on Sugar Daddy Sushi, although he tells Kissy Xing to stay away. But, let's be real, that's not gonna happen.

There's a circus in town. hmm. OMG, they're on a date.

Sugar Daddy Sushi points out the zither of one of the musicians. What about it? Is it like the music assassin's? I don't get it. (also, side note, it’s not actually a Zither at all, which would be a Guqin, it’s a type of mandolin, which is a Liuqin, but... whatever, probably translation mistake)

Kissy Xing is SO enthralled in the show. He's really like a little kid. He's adorable.

Oh, so much is happening. Heads dropping from a box. It's the ghost gang!

Nice! I mean, scary, but also cool. Is this what Kissy Xing had planned?

Okay, so... this was the ghost gang putting Yueyang sect in their place. Showing them who's boss and who's got the upper hand. Got it.

Kissy Xing wants to go back to the kid. I'm with him. That's a good idea. Yeah.

Alright the entire Yueyang gang is now talking and lamenting this Junior Wei guy. I'm not sure if he was one of the ones who stood next to the box when the heads dropped, i.e. one of the suspects, or one of the actual heads. Probably a head, right? Was he the guy from celebrity deathmatch? Anyway, Yueyang is pissed and want revenge.

Okay, so Sugar Daddy Sushi and Kissy Xing are at the Youyang place, greeted by uncle Zhao and buttface Uncle Shen. And nobody even bats an eye at Sugar Daddy Sushi having cleaned up so nicely. That's weird.

Ooooh, rude-guy uncle Shen accuses our boys of theft, because they left without a word right as the Glazed Armor piece was stolen.

At least uncle Zhao is nice and apologizes.

And now grumpy 5 lakes final boss guy shows up. And Kissy Xing asks him if... he recognizes Kissy Xing? Should he recognize him? I guess he should. Kissy Xing looks a bit disappointed when he says he doesn't know him. And Sugar Daddy Sushi seems to think so as well.

Okay, what? The kid's not feeling well and they can't see him? That sounds fishy.

Now they wanna know who Kissy Xing's dad was,and, while he says he's already dead and a nobody while alive, I don't believe it.

And now a corpse was found, right before they end the episode. And all without revealing whose corpse and where and why and how it died. Waaaaah!!!!!

What I learned in this episode: There's a whole lot of stuff going on behind the scenes. Mostly Kissy Xing scheming. And I have no idea what's coming. The kid NEEDS TO BE SAVED, omg. Get him out of there. Maybe Uncle Zhao as well, because he's nice, but I'm guessing he's gonna die at some point, because usually the nice guys die first.

Goals for future episodes: Same old, same old, find out how Kissy Xing and Sugar Daddy Sushi are connected. Also, understand the bigger picture, like find out what Window of Heaven is planning, also who’s who in the ghost gang and are they genuinely all on the same side (because it doesn’t feel like it). And, will I EVER make that mind map character chart thing???

#word of honor #1st watch insta thoughts #word of honor ep 08 #smirklord #sugar daddy sushi #kissy xing

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sayingthesamethings · 5 years ago

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Try a Little Tenderness (Oneshot)

Pairing: Dabi x GN!Reader

Summary: Dabi’s love is a tough one. There’s rough patches much like the scarred skin that clings to his body, but there are times of tenderness that are more addicting than tobacco and alcohol combined.

Warnings: Alcohol, tobacco use, language

“Hey, gimme a light.”

Dabi eyed the cigarette dangling inches from his face for a second before returning to staring past the rolled tobacco and at the rows upon rows of liquor behind the bar.

“No.”

“I wasn’t asking,” the figure beside him retorted and waved the cigarette balanced between their index and middle finger. Adjusting himself to face (Name), Dabi huffed out of amusement and rested his chin in his palm.

Dabi mused, “You’ve been a real spitfire lately. What’s got your panties in a twist?” (Name) lowered their hand, holding their cigarette, to glower at their boyfriend.

“Right now? The fire hazard right next to me that won’t light my goddamn cigarette,” (Name) remarked as they reached over to take Dabi’s glass.

The man opted to let them throw back his shot and didn’t flinch when they slammed the glass back down onto the cool wood of the bar counter. Dabi reached over to slide the glass down the bar to where Kurogiri was cleaning up.

“Another one, my good man.” Dabi could feel the mass of purple flames roll his nonexistent eyes but couldn’t give less of a damn.

(Name) groaned, “I don’t want a shot, Dabi. I want you to give me a fucking light.” They placed the cigarette between their lips and stared the cremation user dead in the eye. “Last chance, pretty boy. I’ll go find Twice if I have to.”

“Aw, so you do think I’m pretty,” Dabi taunted as he held his pinky finger to (Name)’s cigarette. A small blue flame flickered to life and lit the end. He quickly extinguished the flame and unabashedly watched his grumpy lover take a long drag. “Did you know that hundreds of thousands of people die every year from smoking?” Dabi spouted and caught the shot glass from Kurogiri that slid his way.

“I really don’t want to hear about an early death from you,” (Name) snapped with a quirked brow. With smoke billowing from their glossy lips, they commented, “I distinctly remember you bitching in bed yesterday after getting pummeled by some hero twink.”

Dabi scrunched his face in disgust with his glass resting on his scarred lip. “Please don’t ever say it like that ever again. Please and thank you.” He shuddered at (Name)’s cackles and hurriedly threw back his shot.

(Name) shrugged and fired back, “Then don’t nag me like a prude.” They waved down Kurogiri to order a martini. They were reaching the end of their cigarette when Dabi leaned over the gap between their stools to plant a sloppy kiss right on their lips.

Dabi’s scarred hands grabbed at the edges of (Name)’s stool to drag them closer. (Name) couldn’t help but groan at the slide of Dabi’s legs between their own and nipped at the rough skin of his bottom lip. They ignored the smirk that tugged at their boyfriend’s mismatched lips and focused on tracing their tongue along the creases in the textured skin.

(Name) felt buzzed at the familiar taste of Hennessy and heated at the glide of Dabi’s tongue against theirs. Shivers ran up their spine when Dabi’s heated palms massaged the inside of their thighs with firm strokes.

“Fuck,” (Name) moaned as their free hand traveled the span of Dabi’s defined chest to clutch at the loose collar of his white tee. They pulled him nearly out of his stool to get him to press closer.

“Can’t you two go an hour without fucking each other?” Shigaraki grunted from the other side of the common area.

Dabi pulled away reluctantly from the heated kiss to deadpan at their leader. Toga was giggling wildly off to the side, but no one paid her any attention. (Name) leaned back casually and thanked Kurogiri under their breath as he handed them their pink martini. Thankfully, their lovely cancer stick still had a few puffs left, and (Name) gladly indulged in what little time they had left together.

“I’m a bit busy, Hands,” Dabi bit as he tried to get his significant other’s attention again.

Shigaraki threw himself down onto one of the couches and dismissed, “Not here for you.”

Dabi growled low in his throat as he grabbed two handfuls of (Name)’s ass and pulled them into his lap. He disregarded their protests and continued to feel his way up their waist with mischievous fingers.

“I sure as hell hope you’re here for Kurogiri then,” Dabi huffed as he pressed wet kisses to (Name)’s neck as they sipped at their martini nonchalantly.

Though they put up an unaffected front, Dabi could tell they were getting hot and bothered with the subtle shifts in his lap. Dabi, momentarily forgetting about their boss not even six feet away from them, smirked and started nibbling at the soft skin at the juncture of (Name)’s neck where it met their shoulder.

A soft hum vibrated in the little space between them, and a haze settled over Dabi’s eyes. It wasn’t even a full tune, yet (Name) had him in a lustful trance with the slightest use of their melodic voice.

Unafraid of Dabi’s hidden threats, Shigaraki hummed, “You’ve got a gig, (Name).” The villain in question sighed wistfully and reached behind them to snuff out their smoke in the nearby ashtray. With their hand now free, it found itself tangled in Dabi’s tufts of black hair.

“What’s the set list?” (Name) quipped as they tugged at black locks with every hickey Dabi etched into their skin. They sucked in air through their teeth when their boyfriend nipped at the sensitive patch of skin just below their ear.

“Just one song. An associate of sorts would like our help convincing his audience to stay in their seats,” the white-haired man replied as he openly grimaced at the way Dabi pulled (Name)’s hips into his. “You two are utterly disgusting.”

(Name) only shrugged while Dabi made even more of a show for Shigaraki by straight up licking a long stripe up (Name)’s neck while maintaining eye contact with the white-haired male. (Name) shuddered in disgust but only sipped at their drink in response. Dabi offered Shigaraki a wicked grin, to which the latter glared in return.

“Unwilling crowds are my specialty,” (Name) chimed as they finished off their pink martini. They smacked their lips at the sweet taste and ducked their head down to give Dabi a peck with way too much tongue before they slid off of his lap. “What’s the address?”

Dabi huffed childishly and spun in his seat to lean back against the bar with his elbows on the counter. Cerulean eyes were fixated on the sway of (Name)’s hips as they made their way over to stand in front of Shigaraki. He took his time admiring them from head to toe as Shigaraki briefed them on their assignment.

The fog began to clear from his head, and he licked the corner of his mouth where the overly sweet taste of (Name)’s martini seemed to linger.

“Dabi, let’s go,” (Name) called. The scarred male grunted as he pulled himself out of his seat. He strutted over to where (Name) was and hooked a lanky arm around them before pulling them out of the common area.

Their tender moment may have been coming to an end, and (Name) didn’t know when the next one would come. But the wait would be worth it. Because (Name) was addicted to Dabi’s tenderness.

#dabi x reader #dabi imagine #bnha imagine #mha imagine #gender netural reader #dabi x gn!reader #dabi x gender neutral reader #x reader #x gn!reader #gn!reader #x gender neutral reader #boku no hero academia imagine #my hero academia imagine #reader insert

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 5 years ago

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Sick Little Games: Seven

B.C.

“Y/N I swear. If you ever do anything that blatantly stupid ever again,” Steve threatened as you sipped a cup of water.

“Yes, dad,” you sigh rolling your eyes.

Steve glared at you as Natasha muttered angry Russian expletives and you smile a little, “Look, I knew that it was incredibly unlikely I was going to die. It was just going to hurt. A lot. Still hurts actually.”

Natasha scowled as she tucked the blankets around you, “It was still stupid.”

“Oh,” you snort, wincing, “There’s no doubt about that. But It was effective and I had to act fast... That hell-hound had only been topside about 12 hours. And I almost couldn’t stop it... If I’d waited we would have been fucked. And it takes centuries for demons to marshal enough energy to build one up here... So. I’ll take the win.”

Thor was quiet, arms folded where he leaned on the wall. He was glad you were safe. That you were going to make a full recovery. But the image of you in a pool of black blood, bloodied and twitching still made his chest ache. “How did you know I wouldn’t kill you?” he asked softly.

“Your less well-documented powers don’t exist in a vacuum, Thor,” you answer, “Terrified Christian monks who wrote down stories had to hear them from somewhere... I needed consecrated ground. Quickly. And to do that I needed to be able to conduct the energy and... I needed to be holding on to direct it where I needed it to go.” Thor moved closer to the bed and pats your cheek, “We thought we lost you for a second, witchling.”

“Nah,” you say, giving him a brave smile. It still felt like you might be dying. It certainly hurt that much. “I’m like a bad habit.”

“Thor isn’t Christian,” Steve said abruptly.

You shrug, “The Christians don’t hold a monopoly on Holy... The definition is fairly flexible. Thor still has followers, thus where he works a miracle... and this fucking counts because I didn’t know if this was gonna work, there is holy ground.”

Steve frowned but nodded, taking a second to kiss the side of your head, “Still. If you ever do something that stupid ever again I’m gonna make Bucky do your training rounds with you.”

Thor chanced to glance at you and your face betrayed nothing. Only the same mild amusement it had a moment ago. And as for year heartbeat... well. It was still irregular and too fast. Your body on high alert after your Jolt. But a muscle in your throat pulsed just slightly. Just enough to tell him your prey instincts had kicked in, and if you could have done it, you’d be ready to bolt.

The Three of them left shortly after to give you some time to rest and Clint slipped in quietly.

“Hey, Cupcake,” he said, breathing a sigh of relief. Now that your eyes were open and you were sitting up he felt like it was okay. Before “okay” was a horribly abstract concept.

“Hey, Hawk,” you say, smiling a little. “You okay?” Clint takes a second to look at you. Big luminous eyes and tangled chaotic hair. You look frail and pale... Nat had told him like a sick Victorian Child who wouldn’t make it to Spring. But fuck if you aren’t the prettiest thing he had ever seen.

“Now that I’m seeing you alive?” he said giving you a crooked smile and tucking himself sitting next to you, “I’m great. This might be the best day of my life... I thought you were a goner, babe.”

You rest your head on his shoulder, “There’ll be better days, Clint,” you tell him fondly.

“Yeah,” he said, “The day they let you out of medical and you meet my dog.”

“YOU GOT A DOG?” you yelp, “Gimme, lemme see the puppy.” You make a sort of vague grabby hands gesture.

“He’s not a puppy. He’s a grumpy mutt I pulled out of an Alley... who then proceeded to steal my pizza and get shot.” he said, “And they told me he can’t be in here.”

“But witches need to commune with nature,” you pout, “And that,” you say pointing at the sad little potted plant in your window sill, “Is NOT nature. It’s plastic!”

Clint chuckles and rests his cheek on your head, “If I get in trouble I’m blaming you.”

“Don’t you usually?” you ask.

“Touche,” Clint conceded getting off the bed. He knew from the jump he couldn’t tell you no. He’d already told Lucky all about you. And as he padded his way into the room and made his way up to the bed, Clint had no regrets.

Lucky wiggled his way into your arms and accepted all the kisses and cuddles and effusive compliments about what a pretty boy he was. And Clint watched, smiling a little. You glowed. Warmth and light. Compassion. You took in everyone’s flaws and loved them anyway. The way you didn’t think you deserved. And Clint knew. He knew. That he’d never be able to tell you “no” ever again. He also, when he had to half drag Lucky off your bed, was vaguely aware that his dog probably loved you more than him. And Clint had to admit that that was fair. You were definitely nicer to look at.

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A.C.

“Where’s Lucky,” you ask in the quiet on your porch.

“With Nat,” Clint answers smiling a little, “Plane rides freak him out.”

Clint watched the sun sink lower, burning up the atmosphere and turning the sky a flamingo pink. Stars were starting to sparkle on the horizon and the air was getting cooler. Crickets were singing and birds were calling out. It felt nice. Rocking you on the porch swing in the quiet.

“So,” he asked teasing, “If you don’t have T.V. what do you do out here?”

“This,” you answer, gesturing vaguely. “There’s a pond out back for swimming and my closest neighbor is four miles away... I just. I mean I’m not a total animal. I do have Wifi. But sometimes I just... I can’t take being trapped in anymore.”

Clint makes a soft sound and pulls you closer, “So you wanted freedom.”

“And some time. Time to figure out my next move.”

“Are you coming back?” he asked, his voice so soft that you can hardly hear him.

“I don’t- I’m not- I shouldn’t.” you settle on finally, “We just got the team back in working order... and this. This is the only family I have. I really don’t want to be the one responsible for tearing it apart.”

Clint stops and looks down at you, tilting your chin up carefully, “Babe,” he murmurs, “You did nothing wrong. Not one thing. Barnes did all of this. You were quietly nursing a harmless little crush. And he exploited it. Exploited you.” When you look away, uncertain he sighs, “Look. If it were Nat what would you tell her?”

“Nat would have already killed him,” you point out.

Clint makes a soft exasperated sound, “Fine. Any other woman. Would this be their fault?”

“No but-” you trail off and Clint stops, stroking his thumb against your jaw.

“But what?” he presses.

“They aren’t me,” you say exhaling slowly.

“What does that mean, baby girl,” he asks.

“I mean I could have influenced him. I could have cast a charm unintentionally and he could have reacted poorly and-”

Clint tries. He wants to hear how you’ve twisted this around in your head to make it all your fault. He wants to know so he can tear it apart. But he can’t. He can’t listen to you justify that level of manipulation. So he kisses you. It’s a soft kiss. The gentlest way he knows to stop you talking. To distract whatever anxious death spiral you’re about to go down to tell yourself that you did this and you deserve it all.

It’s over before it really starts and Clint is pulling away about to apologize when you sit there blinking at him in shock. “Stop,” he says instead of apologizing. “I know you. You never do anything like that unintentionally. Hell. You never do anything unintentionally. You agonize about people’s feelings for hours before you send a risky text sometimes... Even if you did cast some spell on him, baby it’s the same one you cast on everyone. Just by being you. And being you doesn’t mean that that grumpy fuck gets to abuse you.”

When you start to cry, Clint pulls you into his lap wordlessly and just rocks you. “No one,” he murmurs, “deserves what people have done to you, babe. Not one person.” He doesn’t try to stop it. He just lets you sob, even though every racked stuttering breath makes his chest hurt. He’s seen you a mess before, but not like this. Not this shattered and jagged. This tortured.

And for once, he doesn’t think a stupid joke and a cupcake is going to make it better. For once, he’s going to have to ride out the storm.

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B.C.

Girls' night in the compound meant a lot of things. Mostly, it meant that Tony was working Pepper’s last nerve and had enlisted every last woman she could find to throw a night out on his dime because he’d irritated her.

But it also meant, of course, that the men in the compound had unexpected free time. Which was both a blessing and a curse as they all sat in the commons trying to decide what movies to watch and what pizza toppings to order.

They were mid-argument when you came downstairs kitted out for the night. Complete with a corset, black leather skirt, fishnets, and combat boots. You look feral and sexy. Sleek. All smoke and sultry. And that skirt is riding temptingly high on your thigh. For just a half a second, Bucky can’t not stare.

Until he realizes who you are.

“You look-” Steve stops. Not sure what to say, looking flustered. You never show that amount of skin if you can help it.

“Otherworldly and vaguely threatening?” Bruce supplies, as Thor nods in agreement.

Sam whistles, “Damn,” he says, “Girl where’d you hide that outfit?”

Clint, standing next to Thor makes a sound that reminds the god irresistibly of a mouse being stepped on. The god is pretty sure the Archer stopped breathing when you stepped off the elevator.

“Nice “Come fuck me boots,” Tony observed drily.

“They were on sale,” you say, tossing a wild mane of curls over your shoulder.

When you drift out, Clint falls forward, face planting into the sofa, “Please. Please tell me that was real.”

“Oh yeah,” Sam chuckled, “That was real.”

“Fuck me.” he groaned, “That’s just rude.”

“Or not,” Bucky muttered, picking up his phone.

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When you hadn’t so much as looked at him, Bucky was irritated. Who the fuck were you to not pay attention to him. Well. He had a way to fix you. He had a way to remind you that he could destroy you. And he wanted to.

How dare you act like he didn’t matter to you when he knew it wasn’t true. He knew it wasn’t from the quiet way you still just... did things. The way he could hear your heart race in a quiet room. The way your eyes light up when he was even passingly civil. The innocence rankled. The sweetness. The fact that you got to stay the same while he was beaten into submission.

It didn’t take long. Not for the next phase of his plan to take place. Models were in easy supply. Everyone wanted to fuck a hero. And when he started looking, women crawled out of the woodwork. Perfect. The perfect thing to trot out.

The first one had almost been accidental but after that... well after that, it was fun. The shock. The blushing. The scampering up the hall. The next morning knowing you’d skip breakfast to get your work out in. It felt right, ripping those pieces of innocence out from under you. Forcing you to stop in your tracks and deal with this reality instead of sprinkling glitter on it.

He loved every minute of snatching that out of your hands. But, he reflected, it felt like it was time for something... new. Of course, he came to this conclusion when you walked in on him fucking some blonde off of Tinder in the motor pool when you were going to get your jeep and you’d not looked nearly... startled, enough. He needed more, he decided. He just needed to figure out how to get it.

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curaidh · 4 years ago

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I thought it would help if I made a post about my shipping preferences. These are all strictly for my canon muses in their respective canons. I’m totally open to crossover ships and ships with OCs! Also these will lean more toward romantic but I absolutely adore platonic relationships. Friends who view one another as family, frienemies, brotps, give them all to me! Under the cut you will find my opinion (Please keep that in mind that these are my opinion and preference so no hate) on the ships I like. If you see any that catch your eye then please feel free to reach out about possibly plotting it! I’m also not going to mention ships that I’m exclusive with people already.

Adam / the Beast: Adam x Belle - Like serious otp right there. He gave her a freaking library!

Adrien: Adrien x Marinette (also there damn love square) - These dorks are just so cute together and I just groan over it and how dumb they are for not being together, I just love them okay. Adrien x Kagami - I need to plot them as I see the potential but I’m too deep in the ship of my awkward fashion designer and nerdy model. Adrien x Cleo - brotp at best because I like the idea that they have this strange sibling relationship.

Bigby: Bigby x Snow - My otp! He’s so freaking whipped when it comes to Snow that I can’t really see him with anyone else, seriously the guy in his giant ass wolf form sulks when she scolds him, I just love it! So I’m mostly open to crossover ships with him as no one else in his canon can get his attention away from Snow.

Blue: Blue x Green - Yes please gimme these two, cause I love to think that the two of them just skate around their feelings for one another but they both secretly know their into one another. Blue x Red - I’m all for Blue having a secret crush on him but doesn’t really believe it until he’s over the fact that Red beat him, also him adoring his silent boyfriend is just adorable okay? I’m also game for basically any other Pokemon character being shipped with Blue as long as they are of an appropriate age given I play mine as a bit of a flirt.

Cullen: Cullen x Elf/Human Inquistors - (I know these are somewhat OCs but you can play them in game so I also somewhat consider them canon) Just gimme all of the feels for this romance option because I love it, especially if they’re mage because that just adds to the feels. Cullen x Dorian - Chess bros! Really I love these two getting past their differences and just being the best of friends. Cullen x Josie or Lelianna - They are like his sisters away from home and no one can tell me otherwise. Everything else either falls into a brotp or just needs to be plotted.

Cynthia: As long as they are of an appropriate age then I’m plotting to plotting any sort of relationship with Cynthia. Meaning- I really haven’t thought of it but I’m open to ideas.

Diluc: Honestly, I’m open to any sort of ship with him. Dliuc x Jean is a ship I’m really into but I’m also into Diluc x Kaeya as well. Diluc x Klee for parental ship is something I’m into as well (someone else needs to keep an on her other than Jean). But yes, so long as there is chemistry I’m down for shipping with anyone from the game.

Dimitri: Byleth (either gender) x Dimitri- Y E S GIMME THIS SHIP! This ship is just so pure and good! As for anyone else, I’m totally open to testing them out (and I literally mean any ship as my Dimitri is bisexual). My Notps are Eledgard x Dimitri (for reasons that I won’t mention due to possible spoilers) and any of the teachers besides Byleth (due to the obvious age gap).

Elesa: Like Cynthia, I haven’t really thought of this. I think Volknor x Elesa would be cute. But I’m also open to plotting and testing any sort of ship as long as it’s age appropriate.

Geralt: Triss x Geralt- Literal otp material right there and I’m not sorry. I’ve loved Triss since I played Witcher 2 and I just love their relationship. Yen x Geralt- I’m still down for doing this ship. I do have my issues with Yen but then I also acknowledge that Triss isn’t without her flaws either. So I’m down to try it out and seeing how it goes.

Gwen: Miles x Gwen- No one can tell me that these two cuties aren’t made for one another. Peter x Spider!Gwen- I’m also open to this one for the angst and the like it would cause.

Hapi: Hapi x Byleth- With how much support she gets from the Professor, I’m so down for this ship. Whether it’s with female or male Byleth, I’d love to develop this ship! Hapi x Dimitri- Yes please gimme this! I know there isn’t much in terms of romance with these two but I can also see it happening. I also just love the idea of Hapi being a close advisor to him after everything that happens and I can also seeing feeling indebted to him as he did the one thing she had longed for- having her curse broken. Hapi x Yuri- Love these two together. Their support is so wonderful! I’m totally up for doing other relationships with other Three Houses characters too!

Jean: Yet again, I’m totally open to any ship that can possibly come from pairing Jean up with other characters from the game. I’ve already stated how I’m fond of Diluc x Jean but I’m also into Jean x Lisa. Jean x Klee is already established in canon but I’d love to have threads involving it.

Momo: Shoto x Momo- I just love how supportive they are with one another and they’re so cute, so definite otp. I am open to shipping with other UA classmates though.

Mulan: Shang x Mulan- This one would need some development because I just see her getting a crush during the movie. But I still like them together. I’m also open to so many crossovers with other Disney movies.

Puck: Meghan x Puck- This honestly my otp (and should have happened in the books) for Puck. But really I’m more of Happiness x Puck, so I’m open to anything. Like Ariella x Puck may happen (if Dee indulges me again) and Ash x Puck will definitely happen within threads (with myself).

Red: Red x Blue/Boxer/Bodyguard dude- Otp for Red and I’m not going into reasons because spoilers. But with this fandom being so small I honestly more interested in crossover ships.

Sylvain: Sylvain x Ingrid- I love the whole friends to romance thing. And the support between these two were just adorable, okay? Sylvain x Felix- I’m also down for grumpy boy gets with flirty boy. Their whole dynamic is great! Besides those two, I’m down for anything. But just be aware that if this does take place in his main verse, then it may take some work. It’s not you or your muse, it’s just how I see Sylvain given his own feelings about crests and his own past experience.

Trunks: Mai x Trunks- Eh, this would need to be plotted really since I have slight issues with the ship (like the age difference they sort of gloss over). Marron x Trunks- Another one that would need to be plotted but I’m totally okay with doing.

Yamato: Okay there are far too many ships with Yami. But so long as it isn’t a T.K. or Hikari then I’m on board. These kids are so freaking shippable with themselves that I’m down for anything (especially Taichi x Yamato, Mimi x Yamato, and Sora x Yamato).

Zagreus: Thantos x Zag- My OTP! They are too adorable in the game together that I just love them! Like the fact that Than basically mopes because Zagreus is trying to leave just makes me love them more. Other than them, I’m really open to anything. With other Greek Gods and Goddess, it will need to be plotted especially those who are related to him in some way.

Zhongli: Zhongli x Childe- Definitely a ship idea I love and totally want it. Otherwise, like my other Gen.shin muses, just throw ships with chemistry at me and I’m down. I can’t think of a single character that is in the game that I wouldn’t be turned off shipping Zhongli with.

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Of Outlaws and Family

Chapter Three: We Make a Good Team

A/N: Hello! I’m editin each chapter before I post them to do a final sweep an make sure it’s all good an not too screwy. Here is where we see Arthur an Scarlet’s dynamics as a team an some more of her personality!

Warnings: Cursing, typical gang violence, dangers of horse riding/breaking, sexual references/innuendos

Please enjoy! Hearts and repubs are appreciated!

My work is not to be posted elsewhere; I will post it to my AO3 and dA if I so choose.

Word Count: 8,432

Read from the beginning: https://marvel-redemption-omega.tumblr.com/post/620167374619951104/of-outlaws-and-family-chapter-one-new-beginnings

Previous: https://marvel-redemption-omega.tumblr.com/post/620241723748155392/of-outlaws-and-family

James and Jack are two of the first to be up and about. James takes it upon himself to teach Jack about some of the birds that are perching in the trees near camp. The younger boy is enthralled and asks lots of questions that James can mostly answer. Abigail and Arthur are the next two to begin roaming camp. Arthur watches the boys while Abigail wakes John and the other females. She comes to fetch her son once most of the camp is up. James shyly approaches Tilly and Arthur can hear him asking if she’ll teach him how to play dominoes as good as she does. He chuckles and shakes his head as he makes his way to Scarlet’s wagon. He hasn’t seen her yet, figuring she was still asleep.

“Scarlet? Miss O’Hara?” He calls when he sees two empty sleeping bags. He circles the wagon and sighs at the lack of her. James spots Arthur and catches his eye, waving him over.

“Ma’s over there,” he says, pointing to the hitching posts with Fancy and Smoke. Shamrock’s lying beside his mother, tucked nearly under her hooves, but the mare doesn’t seem to mind. Scarlet is between Smoke and Fancy, brush running over the mustang as Smoke sniffs at Scarlet’s back and nudges her. Arthur nods and thanks James before making his way over to them. Smoke nickers as he nears.

“Who’s a good girl? Huh? You are, my sweet girl. Such a good girl. You like gettin brushed an pets, don’tcha girl?” Scarlet baby talks her horse, laughing as Fancy bobs her head, her mane bouncing and falling into her eyes. “Yeah, that’s mah good girl.”

“Do you do this every mornin?”

“Shite!” She jumps at the new voice.

Scarlet tries to catch the brush before it hits the ground, but fails. She shoots a mock glare at Arthur as she bends down and snatches up the muddy brush. He chuckles and holds his hands up. He moves to his horse and strokes his nose.

“Yeah. I brush them both out in the morning an usually in the evenin too. Shamrock’s already done, he’s just an ass an prefers to be dirty,” she says the last part to the horse, which he flicks his ears back at her to show he’s listening. As if to prove her point, he rolls away from Fancy, wallowing in the dirt. “Smartass.”

“They’re quite the characters you have. Your boys are at least,” Arthur comments, patting Smoke’s neck and offering him a beet. He happily eats it and shakes his neck and head with a whinny.

“They’ve got flare with attitude to boot, no doubt. This old girl is my rock though. Fast, reliable, an sturdy. She can do all terrain an loves to race, even the wild horses we pass. I’m pretty sure she had her own herd when she was younger,” Scarlet admits and puts the brush on the post for later use. Fancy nibbles at her shoulder and nudges her. “Alright already, knock it off.” She digs in her pocket and gives Fancy a sugar cube for being so good for her.

“You ready? We might have a long ride ahead of us.”

“Gimme a sec, lemme talk to James before we go. I also wanna stop and see Shasta. I’ll need my saddle off him too. Can’t ride Fancy bareback for long with her age.” She agrees and ducks under the hitching post to meet her son. They talk for a moment before James wraps his arms around her and she brushes her hands through his brown hair. Arthur watches as she leans down and kisses his forehead and gently pushes him towards Abigail who is beckoning him, Jack calling for him. The two women exchange a short conversation and Scarlet nods with a laugh at whatever Abigail says before they wave and she’s making her way back to him.

“Good?”

“Yeah. Abigail asked if I could get something for her on our way back. Told her I would since she’s doin me a huge favor and watchin James. You ready? I’ll ride Fancy to the stable, we can get her saddled and I’ll check on Shasta then we can get goin,” she suggests and joins him between the two horses. Shamrock climbs to his feet and lowers his head under his mother’s neck, nibbling on Scarlet’s sleeve. “No, Sham. You’re staying here,” she pulls her arm away from him. He snorts at her and paws the ground. Fancy turns and nips his ear, making him yank his head back with a whine.

“Looks like your momma said no too, Shamrock,” Arthur unties Smoke from the post and tosses the reins over his head before climbing in his saddle.

“Sounds like it. Stay, Sham. You’ll be fine. Stay and watch James,” Scarlet tries to reason and the golden chestnut looks at the boy before nickering. “Good boy. I’ll bring you back some hay,” she praises and uses the post to climb on Fancy’s back. “Let’s ride.”

They ride in silence, each enjoying the sounds of nature. Their horses thunder along the beaten and worn path, side by side. Scarlet loosely holds to Fancy’s mane, moving in sync with the mare. Arthur adjusts his hat over his eyes, one hand on the reins and his other relaxed and hanging by his side.

They reach Valentine’s stable and she hops off Fancy, greeting the stable hand who leads her inside. Arthur leans forward in his saddle, arms crossed against the horn.

“We had to tie him to the fence to get his shoe back on and we checked the other three. He’s good to go, but he is grumpy. He’s been fed and watered and I took his saddle off last night. It’s in the tack room. Were you wanting to take him with you?” Scarlet pats the stall door the worker points out as Shasta’s and shakes her head at his question.

“No. I’ll take my saddle. If it’s alright I’m gonna leave him stabled for a bit. I’ll come by later this evening to check on him. I’ll probably need to ride him and wind him down for y’all,” she answers and coaxes the upset buckskin to her. He snorts and nips at her hand before nuzzling his face against her chest, blowing air out his nose on her. “Eww, gross. Punk, behave. Don’t you feel better now that you’re not missing a shoe? You be nice to these nice men and behave yourself. No trouble, ya hear?”

He tosses his head as if answering yes to her, head pulled up to stand his full height. He paws the dirt, knocking the bottom of the door with his hoof. Scarlet holds her hand out and he sniffs at it, nibbling until she slips a cube into his mouth. He neighs happily and nuzzles his head against her again, ears forward.

“Good boy. I’ll be back later for you,” she promises and kisses his nose before following the stable owner to get her saddle. He pulls it off the post and hands it to her upon her request.

“Do you have your horse here? We can get them in here so it’s easier,” he offers but Scarlet brushes it off.

“No thank you. She’s just outside with a friend. I’d rather not get her riled up just yet. I have a long journey ahead of me. We’re riding to Annesburg,” she says as she adjusts the weight of the saddle to get a better hold on it. She’s not sure if it’s a complete lie, but she doesn’t know which direction north of Valentine the horses were. The males whistle.

“That is quite a ride. Why not take the train? Or even the stagecoach?”

“Ahh, I’ve got several stops to make along the way. Easier for me to ride my horse than have to get off and wait for the next train. Plus it’s free,” she chuckles at their reactions. “Thank you again. He should be good until I get back. If he starts getting antsy and pawing at the ground or his door, just turn him out to the corral and I’ll get him.”

“Umm, you sure about that Miss? People are always looking to steal good horses, especially fast ones.”

“Oh don’t worry. My horses won’t allow anyone but me to ride them,” she grins at them, nodding as they open the doors for her.

She easily saddles Fancy as Arthur makes a trip to the post office. She’s hauling herself up as he comes trotting up to her, letter in hand. She raises a brow but he puts it in his side pouch.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah. You meet up with the guy at the saloon?”

“Yep. Said he’ll lead us to his guys that are trying their hand at breaking them.”

“So despite already failing, they all wanna try again? Great. How many horses?”

“About seven I think he said. I think they got a whole herd. Think we can break them?”

“Hah! I know I can, can you, Old Man?” She teases and turns Fancy to look at Arthur. He smiles and tips his chin to the saloon.

“Just who do you think broke the horses we use for our wagons?”

“I was thinking John. Maybe Dutch. Lord knows Micah would get thrown so fast. Same with Uncle and Bill,” she snorts in laughter as they walk to the saloon, horses in step.

“Very funny, Miss O’Hara. I didn’t know you were a comedian.”

“Ah well, Mr. Morgan, I’m just full of surprises.” She winks at him as they pull the reins to stop their horses. They wait in the saddles as the man Arthur talked to earlier meets them and climbs onto his Suffolk Punch.

“You two have warmer clothes? It’s known to get cold where we’re going,” the man warns. Arthur nods and pats his saddle bag. They turn to Scarlet who shakes her head no.

“Never went north. Prefer the heat of the south,” she excuses her lack of warmer clothing.

“Well, come on then. Can’t have you freezing on me. The store’s this way. Get you a coat and we’ll get on.” Arthur knocks her leg with his as they follow the man to the store. “I’ll wait out here.”

“Come on, Scarlet. Let’s get you something warm,” Arthur sighs as he slides off Smoke and offers his hand to help her down. They enter the store and Arthur stands off to the side as she browses the catalog, asking about the warmest jacket and pants they have and something else he can’t quite make out. He busies himself at the hat rack, looking over the different sizes and styles. The clerk ushers the pair to the changing spot at the back.

“This is the warmest we have. Wolf lined,” the clerk passes them to her. She thanks him and tries on the coat. It fits a bit big but she likes it so she sets it aside. She stares at Arthur, clearing her throat. He locks eyes with her and they stare at each other for a moment.

“Mr. Morgan,” she prompts, tilting her chin up slightly in gesture for him to step back so she could change pants.

“Oh. Right. Here,” he pulls the curtain closed and stands with his back to the makeshift changing room. He hears her shuffling and the curtain reopen.

“Whatcha think?” He turns to face her at the sound of her voice.

“They look warm. How do they fit?”

“Mm, not too loose. The fur helps. I’m sure they’ll work. It’ll get hot too once we start breaking the horses,” she agrees and runs a hand over the soft fur. “Alright, I’ll change into these when we get close. No need to sweat unnecessarily.” With that, she closes the curtain to change back and he walks back over to the hat rack. Scarlet finds him looking over them all, grinning when he spots her.

“Hey you,” he calls, picking up a black cowboy hat. It resembles his, just missing the strings he has around his.

“What’re you doing? That’s the children’s hats. You thinkin bout gettin one for Jack?”

“No. Not Jack.”

“James?”

He laughs softly and shakes his head.

“No, not James either.”

Scarlet raises a brow in question before he plops the hat on her head, minding her braid. He adjusts it until it’s sitting right and he nods. She scowls for a moment but it’s gone when he turns her to look in the mirror. Her green eyes widen at the sight, almost fully outfitted like a female gunslinger.

“Consider it a welcome to the gang gift,” he shrugs and declines her protests of his payment. The clerk smiles at them, ringing up the total.

“Ah how it must be, to be young and in love. You make a very cute couple,” he comments offhandedly as he hands Arthur his change. Both of them freeze and stare at him, pointing at the other.

“We’re not together! We’re just friends,” they announce, looking at each other with curiosity at their unison.

“If you say so,” the clerk shrugs, picking up a rag to wipe down his counter. “Best of luck where you’re headed.” They leave the shop, both a bit red in the face at the clerk’s blunt assumption.

“Alright, we’re ready. Let’s ride,” Scarlet suggests after she puts her new gear away on the back of her saddle, hat still on her head where Arthur put it.

They follow the rancher, says he goes by Jim, out of Valentine and east for a bit. Smoke and Fancy are both worked up, chomping at the bit for a chance to go faster than a gallop. Scarlet and Arthur share a look, both inwardly groaning that Jim has a Suffolk and not a race breed. They know their horses would leave him without care.

They pass through Emerald Ranch and cut a path more north east, taking a less worn trail. It’s a bit of a ride. When they start climbing into the mountains, Scarlet spots a few people up on a ridge, watching them. She notes by their clothes to be natives. She makes a mental note to ask about a tribe or reservation in the area when they get back.

They stop for a quick food break, the rancher offering some extra bread rolls he had. Arthur and Scarlet each take one, Arthur offering oregano game and Scarlet offering various canned fruits.

When she’s done eating she leads Fancy to a nearby river and lets her drink and wade around to cool off for a few minutes. The mustang paws violently at the water, braying as it splashes her chest and belly. Scarlet laughs at her and joins her, rubbing water down the mare’s legs. She nickers and leans down for another drink.

“She doing a’right?” Arthur’s got Smoke’s reins in hand and Jim isn’t far behind. Scarlet looks up to them and nods, patting her neck.

“Yeah, just figured she could use some water and cool down time before we head out. It’s only gonna get hotter from the looks of it. Doesn’t feel like rain this afternoon, maybe tonight but not soon,” she hums and scoops water into her hand, running it along Fancy’s stomach.

“It isn’t too much farther. We’re passed the Wapiti Reservation and in the mountains. There’s some inclines here and there but otherwise it’s pretty straight forward from here,” Jim announces, reaching the river with his horse in tow. “With any luck You two can break these guys enough for my men to ride a few back and have the others on leads.”

“Yeah, hopefully. Just when they’re broke, make sure you let others ride them. You don’t want them getting used to just one person on them unless they’re going to be for personal use. If you don’t, and you try to let someone else ride them when they’ve only known you and your weight, the horse will buck them off,” she advises and rubs water on Fancy‘s nose. Arthur rubs Smoke down with water too as he drinks.

“I take that’s from personal experience?”

“Kind of. My Ma broke this one's son,” she pats Fancy, “and since we’re about the same build I could ride him. When my cousin tried, he was thrown cause we were the only ones who bothered to ride and spend time with him. He even threw my uncle, despite knowing him well enough.”

“I like to think that a horse knows if you really care about it or not,” Arthur says, back in the saddle. Smoke walks around the water, pawing at it every now and then. Fancy looks at them and nickers, nudging Scarlet.

“Alright, alright. Let’s go then,” she mutters and pulls herself into her saddle. “Ready when you are, Jim.”

“This way.” They turn their horses and head back on the trail.

Jim was right, it wasn’t much farther. The mountains level off where they are and opens into a spacious clearing. A tall corral stands with several men surrounding it. Some on horseback, the rest on the top fence post. As they approach, Arthur and Scarlet can hear the whinnies and shrieks of the horses in the pen.

“Is this the man who thinks he’s gonna be able to break your horses, Jim?” A snide comment from one of the men. Scarlet side eyes him as she trots passed, letting Fancy circle around the pen. She slips off her mustang and starts undoing her saddle, letting it drop on the outside of the fence.

“Let her in there. She’ll calm them down and then we can get started,” Scarlet instructs as she moves the saddle. Fancy puts her head between the wooden posts and sniffs at the closest horse. He startles slightly but doesn’t back away from the mare. He tosses his head and neighs at her. She nickers back and swishes her tail.

“You sure it’s wise to open the gate?”

“You want these horses broken or not? The easiest way is letting my mare go in there, settle ‘em down, an then have myself a my partner here go in an break’em,” she snaps and turns to glare at the same man who had made the rude comment about Arthur. She turns back to Jim and raises a brow, arms crossed and brow raised in challenge.

“What are you waiting for? You heard the lady! Open the gate!” He hollers at his men who stumble over themselves to get the gate open and form a line on either side of the opening as a makeshift corral in case any horses escape.

Fancy snorts and flattens her ears as a couple men take a step too close to her, reeling back when they take notice of her, and she trots in on her own accord. They close the gate behind her and watch in awe as she -more or less- prances up to the rebellious stallion, leader of the herd. He goes to rear but she beats him to it and uses her forelegs to kick him. He startles and drops back down, backing up to the fence as she approaches again. He bows his head to her this time, nickering and bobbing his head submissively. Smoke stands behind the stallion, just on the other side of the fence, watching the scene with perked ears. He lets out a snort and moves to see Arthur.

“Did she just-”

“Essentially, she just told him “I’m boss, you listen to me or get your ass beat”. She’s good at what she does,” Scarlet offers at the questioning looks and murmurs of astonishment.

“Well, I’ll be- She might be old but she’s still got fire, ain’t she?” Arthur whistles low at the sight. The stallion stands nearly two hands taller than Fancy but he had submit without much of a fight. Scarlet just smiles and nods as she clambers up onto the top fence post to sit.

“Yeah. I don’t think she was ever fully broke, just bonded, yanno? But she’s loyal as they come an she’s fast too. Even as a broody mare,” she laughs. She surveys the pen, counting eight horses; Fancy included. “Alright. There’s seven horses that need breakin. Arthur, you want three or four?”

“Don’t much matter to me. If one is hard to break we can both have a go at it. Or whoever isn’t as worn out,” Arthur suggests as he joins her at the fence, though he leans on his arms on the top frame. Smoke nudges his owner and is rewarded with nose rubs.

“That will work too I guess. Ok. Mr. Jim, I need you and your men to help us separate these horses. The corral y’all have here is big enough to section them in small fenced areas and leave a wide enough range to still break one or two on one end,” Scarlet motions to the end where Fancy is herding them from. The mare tosses her head and begins a trot that the others closely follow, the old leader behind her. Jim barks orders to his men, telling them that they are to mind anything she and Arthur tell them as far as the horses and corral go.

“Let’s see if Fancy will still do this,” she mutters to herself, taking a deep breath. She lets it out in a whistle that jumps in pitch halfway through as she moves her tongue. Fancy’s ears, along with the herd’s, shoot up. The bay mustang snorts and breaks into a gallop, bringing the horses back closer to them. When some of the others notice how close they’re getting, they start to buck, but with one warning bray from Fancy, they are back to galloping in a makeshift formation with her around the corral. Scarlet lets out a small huff of laughter, hand slapping down on Arthur’s shoulder. He glances up at her, hauling himself up onto the beam once she lets go of his shoulder.

“What was that you just did?”

“What? The whistle? That was somethin my Ma taught me. Said she used to have Fancy herd all her ma’s horses an she’d use that whistle. There’s a few different whistles she responds to. So long as they come from me, she’ll listen,” she explains.

“Like what?”

“Well, for instance, this one,” she demonstrates three short whistles of the same pitch and Fancy puts a little distance between herself and the rest of the herd before rearing and breaking into a run for the other end of the pen, just to spin last minute and race back to the herd. “That was sorta like a ‘hey go scout and come back’ kinda call. I’ve used it several times in bounties.”

“Any others she might remember?”

“Yeah, but one more. Can’t teach you all my secrets, Morgan,” she winks and whistles similarly to the first; normal, then higher pitch, then normal again. “That means come here if you can hear me,” she chuckles as Fancy gallops over, tail and head held high as she skids to a stop in front of Scarlet. The woman laughs and offers her a bit of hay she pulls from her pocket.

“Well, alright then. Let’s get these horses separated so we can get this done,” Arthur hops down into the pen with Scarlet at his side. The dark bay mare moves away and towards the herd who cluster behind her. She nickers and snorts at them, slowly separating them on her own. “She’s a bright one, huh? She really understands us doesn’t she?”

The ranch hands all help herd the horses into small sections, using posts to block them at one end of the corral. Fancy blocks the entrance to the space for two from the herd, a faux fence around the others,

“Acourse. She’s been with me for years. She’s known me since she was at least ten,” Scarlet holds up her hands and slowly approaches one of the remaining horses. Arthur does the same to the other, walking slow and speaking words of encouragement and praise.

“Easy girl, that’s good.”

“Yeah girl, no need to spook. There’s a good girl.”

“Atta girl. So good.”

“That’s it, easy.”

The horses nicker and prance around the two humans for a minute before settling enough to allow them to pat them. Arthur looks over the back of the mare he’s with, meeting Scarlet’s eye for a split second before her horse moves and the woman is blocked by the dapple grey mare. He pats the horse once more before he hauls himself onto her back, mane gripped tight in his hand. In his peripheral he sees Scarlet has mounted her mare as well.

There’s a rush of adrenaline through him as he calls for his mare to calm down. He can vaguely make out Scarlet saying something similar. “Whoah!” He hollers as he almost slips off his dapple grey. He quickly adjusts himself and continues to calm the horse.

Scarlet is faring just as well. She’s got a good grip on the mare’s mane, moving with her, spouting praises and soothing her. She grunts as the dapple grey throws her forward. She quickly recovers, adjusting herself farther back so she doesn’t fall if the mare throws her forward again. She lets out a laugh as the horse grunts under her, snorting at the unusual weight on her back.

Soon, the two mares are prancing sideways and nickering at each other as they test their ability to trot, gallop, and walk with the added weight. Scarlet steers her horse towards the gate, telling the males there to wait to open it until they have leads on the first two. She waits until there’s a rope halter on the one she’s on before slipping off and meeting Arthur in the middle of the pen.

“Two down, five to go. You ready?” She asks, breathing a tad heavier. He grins and nods, bending down to pick up his hat. He wipes the dust off and sets it on his head. She laughs, but it’s cut short as she tries to steady her heartbeat.

“O’course. You sound a bit winded though, you good?”

“Yeah. Gettin thrown into a horse vertebrae isn’t as fun as it sounds,” she jokes and nudges him. He shakes his head good naturedly and nods to the two new horses Fancy’s let out.

“Ready for round two?”

Scarlet’s face splits in a grin as she turns his innocent question into an innuendo. He glances at her, curious about her wide smile.

“Yeah, if you’ve got the stamina to match,” she shoots back, stopping and turning to look at him as he stumbles as her words sink in. She barks out a laugh as red creeps into his cheeks. He rubs the back of his neck and he points to the horses.

“Christ, Woman, I was talkin bout horse breakin.”

“So was I.” Her statement sounds more like a question to him. He groans quietly and motions for her to go first. She tips her hat covered head and they repeat the process for approaching the horses.

The next four horses are a little easier as they all have similar bucking patterns. Arthur and Scarlet learn quickly and find the fastest way to break them and get them calm before putting halters on them. When they’re down to the last three, Scarlet sends Fancy out and asks for one of the men to saddle her back up for her. The mustang takes up spot by Smoke; he sniffs curiously at the new horses’ scents on the mare.

They’re just bringing the last of the dual-breaking to the gate when they hear wood splintering. Scarlet turns and her green eyes widen. Arthur’s off the horse a split second behind her, yelling at the ranch hands to get out of the way. Two ranchers grab the most recently broken horses, a young colt and filly, as the stallion jumps the now broken fence. Both gunslingers whistle for their horses.

They’re in their saddles in record time, Fancy already starting to gallop while Scarlet swings up into the seat. She loosens Fancy’s reins and gives her her head as she kicks her sides, quickly transitioning to post with the running stride. Arthur is hot on her heels with Smoke as they chase the blood red stallion through the trees. Fancy snorts and almost yanks the reins from Scarlet’s hand in earnest.

“Whoah girl. Lemme untie them, then you can have your headway,” she soothes and busies herself with undoing the knot in the reins and tying it to her saddle, slack hanging loosely. “Alright, there. Hyah!”

The mustang whinnies and surges forward, leaving Arthur and his dark thoroughbred behind. He yells after her as Smoke pushes himself to go faster too. Fancy navigates her way through the trees, minding her rider when she jumps over knarled roots. They catch up to the stallion, who’s ran himself to a cliff edge, backed against the cliff behind him; he rears and kicks his front legs out as he realizes he’s ran himself into a corner.

Smoke and Arthur appear a few moments later, blocking the little escape the blood coated stud might have been able to slip through. The riders share a glance and slip from their saddles, letting their horses go block the path. The stallion snorts as they both walk slowly closer, his gaze trained on Arthur before switching to Scarlet. He paws at the ground before throwing his weight onto his front legs and kicking. They stop and wait for him to settle down again, murmuring soothingly to him as they approach.

It takes a solid ten minutes before they can pat him, but when they are able, they don’t immediately try to break him. Instead, they pet him and talk to him until he’s not anxiously prancing in place. Arthur steps away to make a rope halter as Scarlet rubs down the horse's forehead. He bobs his head before nudging her and sniffing at her pants. He nibbles at the pockets and she laughs, causing him to snatch his head back, ears half turned back.

“Shh, easy, Boy. Here. Look,” she slowly reaches into her pocket and pulls out what’s left of the hay. His ears flick forward as he sniffs at it when she raises it close to his face. He nibbles at it before taking it from her hand, leaving foamy saliva in place. She fake gags and wipes her hand on her pants, laughing again. “Gross....Atta boy. Good horse.”

“Here. Let’s see if we can slip this on him. Then we’ll try to break him.”

“Think he’ll be an easy break, Arthur?”

“Maybe. Hopefully. He’s calm ‘round us now so we can only hope,” he answers and passes her the makeshift halter. Together they manage to slip it on and into place, a lot of coaxing and reassurance being whispered to the stallion.

“I think you should break him,” Scarlet says after a moment. Her nose is scrunched as her eyes roam over the wild horse. Arthur shifts his weight to his left leg, popping his right out a little, and rests his hands on his belt, thumbs slipping between the belt and his pants.

“Why’s that?”

“He’s too tall for me to jump on. I don’t wanna startle him and I’d rather not climb on Fancy to climb on him,” she sighs softly as she pats his neck. “Such a pretty boy. Yeah, you are.” He nickers softly in response.

“Here,” Arthur’s on her in a flash, arm wrapped under her thighs as he hauls her off her feet and onto his shoulder in a seated position. She lets out a squeal as she feels her feet leave the ground. The trio of horses look at her as though she’s crazy before snorting at them. “Climb on now. I’ve got him.” And he does. He’s holding the rope halter in his hand so the horse won’t move. Scarlet glances down at him, but his hat is covering his face so she can’t see his eyes nor read the expression in them.

She shifts slightly on his shoulder and grabs the stallion’s mane, pulling herself onto his back. Arthur meets her eyes then, a silent question to make sure he can let go; She nods and he lets his grip loosen on the halter and fall away. He backs up as the stud rears at the added weight. Scarlet holds tight to his mane and squeezes her thighs against him until he’s back on all fours. He bounces on his back legs a few times, as though he’s going to rear again, but doesn’t. Instead, he kicks out his legs and bucks to the left. Scarlet shifts herself and holds steady until he starts going right. She moves with him, her body syncing with his wild antics. It’s faster than the other three she’s broken today, that much she knows. He kicks once more and settles, shaking his head and pawing the ground, his hoof scraping against the rock under foot making a clicking sound.

“Good boy!” She praises and pats his neck. He turns his head to look at her and snorts. Arthur steps back up to them and ties a piece of rope on the halter to use as reins. Once it’s secured to both sides, Arthur slips it over his neck and hands it to Scarlet.

“See there? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” His question is for Scarlet, but the stallion whinnies and shakes his mane out in reply. They laugh at him and shake their heads.

“Guess he’s a mind reader. Honestly I think this was the easiest break I’ve ever done,” she admits and tests out the reins. She has the stallion walk, turn, trot, slow down, and stop before she turns to Arthur. “I think we’re ready to head back. You think we should tie him to our horses?”

“No, I think you should ride him back. Keep him from spooking and I’ll follow on Smoke with Fancy. Keep an eye out for you,” he suggests and whistles for their horses. Both respond and walk up to them, Fancy greeting the now broke stallion. He nudges her back and lowers his head to her as she nips at his mane.

“Keep an eye out for me or on me?” She taunts playfully, locking eyes with Arthur. He chooses not to answer and mounts up instead.

“Come on, this way,” he says, clicking his tongue to signal his horse to go. She beams at his silence, giggling quietly at the realization that she might have made him uncomfortable.

They ride back the way they came in a content silence, Fancy trailing behind her as she rides behind Smoke as they look for the trail. She urges the stallion to keep pace with the dark thoroughbred and rests the reins where his neck and back meet. She knocks knees with Arthur and tips her hat back on her head.

“This was fun. We should do this more often.”

“What? Chase horses that break free from pens?”

Scarlet laughs at that. She shakes her head and uses her foot to hook the back of his leg, letting it go soon after. He finally looks at her, tilting his head in question.

“Nah. I meant this,” she gestures around them and then themselves. “Ridin together. We make a good team.”

“Hmm.” He turns his eyes back to the nonexistent path their horses pave, thinking. He nods in agreement. “Yeah. I guess we do. I’m sure Dutch will send you on jobs with me and some of the others too. We’re not just the Van der Linde gang, we’re a family,” he explains as they merge back onto a trail they come upon. They ride the rest of the way back in silence, hearing the whoops and hollers from the ranchers and hands as they near.

“Well I’ll be damned!” Jim greets them as they pull to a stop near the busted corral. He whistles low at the sight of Scarlet on the horse. He nods and digs in his pocket for the owed money. “Here, the money promised for breaking these guys. And for the trouble, why don’t you keep that one you’re riding there? Your mustang is up there in age ain’t she?”

“Yeah. Fancy’s my old girl. She gets me where I need to go, fast if we need to too,” she replies, leaning over and scratching behind the mare’s ear as she stands on her left. “Don’t you girl? Such a sweet old thing.”

“You sure? He’s broke now,” Arthur accepts the money but questions the offer for the horse. Jim just nods and waves him off. He shrugs and tips his hat to the man. “Well then, Miss O’Hara, you ready to head back to Valentine?”

“I guess so. Jim, sir, you have a good day. Take care of them horses now. They weren't easy to break,” she chides playfully as she turns toward Arthur. “Ready when you are, Cowboy.” Arthur rolls his eyes but smiles small anyway, spurring on his horse. The stallion perks his ears with a raised head as Fancy takes off after Smoke and he prances. “Well, we’ll be seeing you. Y’all have a good rest of your day,” she calls as she gives their new horse a light kick. He neighs and gallops to catch up to the other two. He only settles when Fancy allows him to pass and he’s riding side by side with Smoke.

“Seems like he’s taken a liking to us,” Arthur points out, once out of sight of the rancher’s camp. Scarlet nods and hums as she lets Arthur lead them back to the small, developing town of Valentine.

“Seems that way, don’t it?” She acknowledges as Arthur reaches over and pats the red stallion as they continue on.

By the time they make it back to Valentine, the sun’s setting. Scarlet yawns and turns into the town, headed for the stables. Arthur raises a brow and turns Smoke to follow her.

“Where ya goin?” He asks as she slows the stud to a walk as they approach the stables. The owner gets up from his seat and waves as she stops and dismounts.

“Gotta at least check on Shasta,” she mumbles and hitches the thoroughbred. He snorts and pulls at the tied reins until Arthur has Smoke stand beside him, Fancy joins on his other side to help settle him. Arthur joins Scarlet in the stables.

Shasta’s biting the stall door, ears pinned back until he smells his owner. He whinnies happily and tries to rear in the small stall. When he can’t, he huffs and presses as close to the door as he can, head reaching for Scarlet. Once she’s close enough for him to reach, he bites on her shirt and pulls her to him, nickering and braying softly as he nuzzles his chin against her back. She pats his neck, petting what she can reach until he lifts his head so she can move.

“Why you actin up? Huh? Why you chewin this nice man’s stall door?” She asks and ruffles the part of his mane that’s between his ears and fallen into his eyes. He blinks as she brushes it with her fingers, pulling it away from his eyes so he can see. “I thought I told you to behave.”

“He actually wasn’t any trouble, Ma’am. He just started that before you rode up. We took him out earlier and let him run the corral with some of the others. He even took to the salt lick we had out there,” the owner answers the questions for the Buckskin. Aforementioned horse pulls his lips back and whinnies at her, bouncing his head like he’s laughing.

“Yeah, is that so? You think this is funny, Boy? Makin me think you’re misbehavin?” She teases and scratches his neck. He leans into her touch, shifting on his feet. “If it’s ok I think I’ll leave him here again. I’ll probably bring one of my others too. I have four now and can’t ride them all at once,” she turns to the stable owner who nods and smiles at her.

“Always happy to help. He’s actually been helping with the other timid horses. I was afraid he was gonna fight the Dutch Warmblood we have but he didn’t. So that was good.”

“That right? Well, I’ve got some oats supposed to be comin in at the store in the next couple days or so. I can drop a bag off as payment for this door if you’d like,” she offers in apology. They shake on it and she leaves with Arthur, Shasta earning another night at the stables.

She scratches Smoke’s neck as she passes around his front and unties the new horse, tossing the rope over his head. He stumbles back, spooked at the suddenness. Fancy and Smoke move with him, boxing him between them until he allows Scarlet to get ahold of his halter.

“Such good horses,” she praises the trio, pushing on Fancy’s nose to get her to back up. She does as wanted, pulling her head back to glance behind her. Arthur pulls Smoke a little away and saddles up. He extends his arm down to Scarlet to help her onto the stallion. She takes it and between Arthur pulling her up and using her grip on the stallion’s mane she manages to clamber onto his back again. Arthur chuckles at the scene of her readjusting herself on the horse’s back, causing her to look up to him. “Something funny, Arthur?”

“Yeah. I think you like horses that are too tall for you,” he walks Smoke around her and pulls on the stallion’s halter. “Come on, let’s get back to camp and let Dutch know we got the money.”

“How much money y’all need exactly? To leave all this behind and such?” she asks once they cross the train tracks heading out of Valentine. Arthur sighs as he tries to figure that out himself.

“Honest? I’m not sure how much Dutch has set aside, so as far as right now I can’t say. I dunno how much it would cost to move us all either, wherever he even has planned, but I’m gon’ say it’ll be a lot,” he finally answers, keeping their pace at a fast walk. Fancy makes a habit of being on one side of Arthur and then rounding to Scarlet, as though keeping lookout.

They ride the rest of the short way in silence, Scarlet leaning back to look at the stars starting to come out. She lets go of the reins, trusting Fancy and Smoke to keep the stallion calm as she rests her palms on his haunches to lean back on them. He flicks his ears back to her at the weight shift on his back, but continues at their pace. Arthur side eyes her, reaching out to the new stallion to scratch behind his ear, taking in how peaceful and content she looks; the night casting shadows across her skin that the stars and moon banish with their light. He swallows thickly and shakes his head, eyes back on the path ahead as they turn under the crossed trees that mark the main entrance to the camp. Once the trio of horses are hitched, and Shamrock given his earlier bribe of hay, the duo make their way to Dutch’s tent.

He’s sitting on his bed, book in hand, muttering to himself. Arthur clears his throat and greets him, a small smile on his face. Dutch glances up and gets to his feet, meeting them. He gestures to the campfire and they follow obediently, all taking a seat. Arthur and Scarlet sit on the log while Dutch takes a seat on the box to their right. He rests his elbows on his knees, leaning forward.

“I was worried you two ran into trouble. You get them horses broke?”

“Acourse we did; have some faith in us, Dutch. There was seven of them to deal with and it was a long ride out there and back,” Arthur playfully jabs back at Dutch as he leans back on the fur covered log. “We got a little something out of it too. Pretty decent pay just to break some horses. Two hundred each and another surprise.”

Dutch nods and runs a hand down his face, eyes flickering to Scarlet. She reaches for the coffee mug by the fire and smiles upon feeling how full it is. She busies herself with getting her cup and pouring some in it before she quietly and carefully opens Arthur’s pouch and removes his cup. She fills his too and Dutch barks out a laugh. Hosea, John, and Javier join them, hearing Dutch’s laughter.

“Well despite that, you just got robbed, Arthur my boy,” he claps his hands down on his knees as Arthur gives him a confused look. Dutch just nods to Scarlet, who is holding up his cup in offering when he turns to her. His eyes widen as he sees two cups in her hands, her own and his. He mutters a thanks and takes the cup, basking in the warmth that seeps into his hands from it.

“How the hell did you get into my pouch without me feeling it?” He inquires curiously, taking a drink of the bitter liquid. She shrugs and lowers her cup, waggling her left hand at them.

“I’m pretty good with my hands,” she shrugs and winks at Arthur, getting another laugh from Dutch, the others snort in laughter as well. “Quiet too. Have to be when there’s a crowd,” she adds before taking another drink of the liquid energy. Arthur feels warmth spread across his cheeks and is glad that night’s fallen.

“Oh I like her, I really do. Don’t take this the wrong way now, Miss O’Hara, but I’m glad that we nearly collided when those O’Driscoll scum were chasing you,” Dutch proclaims, handing over his own cup when she prompts him. She fills his mug and passes it back as she listens.

“Well, thanks for the reminder that I nearly ran over the infamous Dutch. Please, humiliate me some more,” she sasses as she sets the half empty tin back down by the fire after offering it to the others who decline. “But always happy to be of service and pleasure.”

“Mama?” James calls as Abigail herds both boys towards them. Scarlet is off her seat in a moment, arms open for her son as he dashes away from Abigail. He hugs her tight and mumbles, something she can’t quite make out, into her shirt. She strokes his head, brushing his hair back as she leads him back over to her seat. He sits in front of her, between her legs as he recounts his day with Jack and Abigail.

“Thank you, Abigail. I didn’t think we’d be gone all day. I preshade [appreciate it], ya lookin’ after ‘im,” she thanks the only other mother in the gang. Abigail waves her off and gives her a look that says ‘let’s talk later’. Scarlet nods and leans against Arthur slightly, nudging him. “Wanna tell’em how you laughed at me fer ridin’ horses too big?” She taunts; James laughs, remembering his father having said something similar to the two of them the last time they went to visit him.

The rest of the gang trickle over to hear the story of how Arthur and Scarlet broke the horses. About how the stud they have hitched on the other side of camp broke the fencing and ran off; about their mini adventure on calming, catching, and breaking him. Scarlet notes that he’s leaving out details, like their banter and when he picked her up to help her onto the stallion, but she doesn’t point it out.

John and Bill make comments and jokes about Arthur needing help being re-broke, asking Scarlet if she thinks she can do it. Thankfully Abigail and Scarlet sent Jack and James off to bed by the time those kinds of questions start slipping out. Everyone waits for the answer as she and Arthur look at each other a moment.

“Ahh, I dunno. He’s kinda old,” she jabs, knocking her shoulder into his. “Kinda gruff and scruffy too.” He grins at that, shaking his head, thinking of a good comeback.

“Nah. She’s too green. Don’t know how to handle a real unruly and wild stud,” he replies, stretching his legs out in front of him. Everyone, including the duo in question, bust out in laughter at the responses.

Not too long after their story is retold do they bid goodnight to the gang, each headed to their respective wagons. Arthur grabs Scarlet’s upper arm as she passes, making her stumble back a couple steps. She glances at her arm where his hand is and then to his face.

“Arthur?” She asks, concern lacing her tone as she steps closer to him. He clears his throat as he lets her arm go, his hand holding onto her wrist light enough she could pull away if she wants. He nods, a gesture more to himself than her. She waits patiently.

“I just want you to know that you can come to me if you need help. Okay? With anythin. Just let me know. An, uhh, well thanks for bein there today. I don’t think I coulda done that by myself and still gotten back here before now without you an Fancy,” he supplies for his momentary silence. She nods and rolls her shoulders, shrugging as she goes to turn back to her wagon. “Hey, I mean it. Anythin. Any time. If I’m sleepin, wake me. Promise I won’t be mad.”

“Thank you, Arthur. You’re sweet. You really are a good man. Albeit one who’s done bad things, but haven’t we all?” She smiles at him, though he notes it’s a sad smile and it doesn’t reach her eyes. He goes to say something else but she cuts him off. “I’d ride with you again, if you ever ask. Just let me know and I’ll go.” She pauses and twists her hand in his hold, rubbing his forearm for a moment. “Goodnight, Arthur.” She squeezes his arm before letting him go as she turns back to her carriage, grabbing an extra blanket and cuddling with her son.

“Good night, Scarlet.”

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marinettereadsfics · 4 years ago

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Kim Seokjin

Better With You This three part fake dating with kinda chaebol Seokjin is juts *chefs kiss* definitely one of my faves [smut, angst, Fake Dating AU]

Gaffe This one hit home. Please don’t text your ex if they were an asshole tho. [fluff, angst]

Min Yoongi

Book of The Beasts: From the Ashes I’m a sucker for anything mythical and this is definitely no exception. It has an amazing plot and build up. 1000/10 [smut, angst, Witch AU, Mythical Shifter AU]

Inheritance There are a few shots in this one and truth be told you will find yourself reading them all. This one is kinda angsty but it is so so good. Again, grumpy Yoongi hybrid is my fave. [fluff, smut, angst, Hybrid AU]

Tsundere

The pure essence of Yoongi’s life lessons mixed with a tiny bit of bad boy vibe and smut. [angst, smut, College AU]

Jung Hoseok

By Its Cover This was a rollercoaster. But one I would ride a thousand times over and over again. Definitely a fave of mine. A complete masterpiece [angsty, fluff, Demon AU

Park Jimin

Book of The Beasts: The Hunt I was so caught up with the story from the beginning, no words, just do yourself a favour and read it. [fluff, smut, angst, Mythical Shifter AU]

Home This has 3 parts (and a pending fourth one) but lemme tell ya it is cute af, again, I’m a sucker for hybrid Jiminie [fluff, angst, Hybrid AU]

In All My Life Hello Vampire Jimin enthusiats, this quick read will most definitely be your thing [fluff, angsty, f2l, Vampire AU]

Lovebug Gimme some more of this angsty smutty hybrid Jimin slowly learning to love himself YESSS [angst, fluff, smut, Hybrid AU]

Kim Taehyung

All That Is Gold I’ll said it once, I’ll say it until I die, AMAZING PLOTS THAT NEVER FAIL TO DELIVER. Tae is a sugarbaby here. [smut, angst, roommate AU]

Plunge Hybrid shy Tae is a thing here [smut, angst, Hybrid AU]

By Chance Tae saves your life and things get… heated. An amazing plot, lovely characters as always. [angst, smut, fluff, Mythical AU, Shifter AU]

Sehebon Then again, a bless to read Alien AU, Tae here is just a dreamy one. So so lovely writing, smut with plot, you know it. [angst, fluff, smut, Alien AU]

Jeon Jungkook

Bandslam I haven’t read a fic with this much well written plot ever since my 1D phase so I am forever in debt to Laura for delivering such an amazing fic. Enemies to lovers is a cliche, I know but mix it with drummer boy JK and you got this amazing piece of art. [angst, a bit of fluff in there, smut, E2L, Drummer AU]

Dynasty I was on a historical streak when I read this. It is angsty but trust me, you’ll absolutely love it. [angst, smut, Historical AU]

Let the Light In This one hit home. It may make you feel tingly inside for a bit if you’re kinda sad/depressed bc OC sure is [angst, fluff]

Where the Colors Fade Okay lemme just- I literally (yes, literally) sobbed while reading this. An amazing plot AND amazing use of words + an astounding character development. Basically OC is high society and Kookie is an outcasted orphan that lives with a dog that loves to paint. Prohibited love, if you may. Definitely one of my faves (like, really up there in the list. If you end up reading this and you cry too please let me know. [angst, fluff, there is an AU there but I can’t pin point it– historical-ish/ artist AU ]

Robot!Jungkook Okay so one of my many not so guilty pleasures is reading android AUs and lemme tell ya, this 5 shot scenario is just *chefs kiss* [angst, fluff, smut, Android AU]

New Beginnings One of the sexiest Werewolf AUs I’ve read if not the sexiest. You know I love my smut with plot on the side and this fic right here: absolutely amazing. [smut, angst, Werewolf AU]

Felicity NOW THIS FIC TOOK ME PLACES I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED TO BE. There are amazing hybrid fics out there but this is on a whole new level. Like seriously, novel-worthy plot. Also, this is off hiatus now apparently and I will most definitely be waiting for it. [angst, smut, hybrid AU]

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nightskyhoseok · 5 years ago

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Éternel: Wings of Fire [BTS Dragon!AU]

Pairings: BTS x OC Genre: Fantasy, Angst, Drama Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Smut, lowkey hate it but lowkey proud of it at the same time???

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I awoke with a strange warmth encasing me. Curious of the source, I opened my eyes, letting them adjust to the bright morning sun. I peeked over my shoulder, only to see Yoongi sleeping directly behind me, his lips dangerously close to my neck and his hands gently holding my waist, pressing me close to his body. With the immediate flush of heat to my face, I attempted to move and stand up, but I was quickly pulled back down, causing me to scream from the sudden action.

“I was sleeping just fine. Why did you have to move?” Yoongi muttered in his trademark sleepy, grumpy voice, probably pouting as well. I turned my head to look at him and my eyes met with his, although they looked like they were about to close any minute.

“Yoongi, come on, we’ve gotta get up,” I said, trying to stand again when Yoongi unexpectedly moved on top of me, pinning me down to the mattress, but still in a sleeping position. My face was probably hotter than a furnace at this point.

“Mmm, better…” The way he spoke was so seductive I swear I was going to explode right then and there. I eventually was able to wriggle out of his grasp and roll over onto the floor, and as I scrambled to my feet, Yoongi spoke up again, this time sounding more like a whine. “Ahh, you’re no fun, Princess.”

“W-What did you just call me?” I stuttered, my mouth slightly hanging open, but I quickly shook my head and regained my focus. “I’m serious, get your ass up.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Don’t act like a child. It’s an important day today.”

“If it’s so important, then let me sleep in so I have more energy.” Yoongi slowly pulled the covers over his head, only for me to yank them off, revealing his bare, milky chest.

‘When did he take off his shirt?!’ I thought, trying my hardest to look at anything else other than the faint outline of his abs.

“You’re so annoying. Get up before I bring the boys in here.”

“That the best you got, Princess?”

“Min Yoongi!”

“Yes?” He looked up innocently, flashing a small smirk with a discreet wink.

“I don’t have time for your shit!” I threw a pillow at him, yet he laid there, unfazed.

“Too bad. That’s what happens when you wake up the devil inside of me.”

“I’ve already tamed that son of a bitch a long time ago. Now get up.”

“I’ll get up if you gimme a kiss.”

“I swear to god, I’m going to kill you.” I sent him a death glare, and he returned an equally scary look, one that almost made my knees buckle beneath me.

“It’s just on the cheek.” He raised an eyebrow at my clearly unimpressed expression. “I guess I’m not getting up then.” He rolled his eyes, turning his back to me, snoring obnoxiously loud just to irritate me.

“God! Fine, come here.” I sighed in defeat and made my way over to the bed as Yoongi turned over with the smile of a champion. I took a breath and leaned in close to his face, ready to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek when he suddenly grabbed me and flipped me over onto my back and climbed on top of me, pinning me to the bed by my wrists as he carefully straddled my waist.

“I win,” He smirked, leaning just close enough that I could feel his breath on my lips.

“Maya! Good morning-“ I heard a voice say as the door to my bedroom swung open, revealing Hoseok who was standing in the doorway, the rest of the boys lurking behind him. As soon as their brains comprehended what was happening, both Namjoon and Seokjin scurried to cover Jungkook’s eyes, while Hoseok screamed and Jimin and Taehyung just giggled at the scene.

“Don’t you know how to knock?!” I yelled, my heart running at a million miles per hour and my face fuming with heat. I quickly pushed Yoongi off of me once his grip loosened from shock and stood up, wanting to bury my face in my hands in embarrassment. While I was busy getting all flustered, Yoongi just shrugged and picked his shirt up from the floor and threw it on.

“Namjoon-ah, I told you it’d be a bad idea to go to her room!” Seokjin argued, punching Namjoon’s chest, causing him to uncover Jungkook’s eyes and chase after Jin, who was now running away like a maniac.

“If anyone ever brings this up again, I’m throwing you out with Balki’s Nightmare,” I muttered, grabbing Yoongi’s hand to yank him out of the room and down the hall, the other boys following until we eventually caught up with Namjoon and Seokjin, the whole group now together.

“Uh, Noona, I wanted to ask earlier, what’s Balki’s Nightmare?” Jungkook asked curiously.

“Oh, well, how do I put this… it’s a dragon with nine heads.”

“Nine?” Jimin gasped, his mouth hanging open in such an adorable way.

“Don’t worry about it, there’s only one and she lives all the way up in the mountains. Anyways, forget that. We’ve got a busy day ahead of us. My servants left clothes in your wardrobes in each of your rooms. Please wear long pants and boots, but still choose something comfortable. We’re going to be traveling quite a bit today.”

With that, the group broke up and each of us headed back to our rooms to pick out our own clothes and change into them. As I changed, I found my pair of sturdy, metallic fans in my closet, and decided to bring them along, placing them in a matching holster. I met back up with the boys in front of my bedroom, as I instructed. I led them to the kitchen, where, surprisingly, breakfast was already awaiting us. A familiar dark-skinned woman with hot pink hair was standing in front of the sink, washing some dishes when I suddenly jumped onto her from behind, laughing from excitement and joy.

“Oh my god, Maya! You’re back!” She said, immediately recognizing me as she embraced me.

“It’s so good to see you, Fawn,” I smiled, pulling back to see her equally bright smile.

“Oh, who are these men?”

“Fawn, meet BTS. Boys, this is Fawn Potter.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Fawn greeted politely, bowing to the boys.

“Likewise,” Namjoon said, returning the gesture. After Hyunae, Samantha, and Minjun came down to join us, we all sat and ate breakfast, first thanking Fawn for going out of her way to cook, of course. We talked and laughed, even Minjun, who was now acting normally and more cheerful than the last time I saw him, and the boys appreciated that. Once we finished eating, Samantha and Minjun offered to clean up so I could get the boys moving, and I thanked them then led the seven outside to the nearby stables.

“Woah,” Jimin gawked in awe at the gigantic barn standing before him. I softly laughed at his reaction and headed to the door, grabbing the chain at the side to pull it down, the door slowly rising up to reveal at more than two dozen stalls lined up, a soft yellow light illuminating the inside of the barn, shining on the animals that were stationed in their stalls.

“Horses?” Taehyung pondered, looking at the animals, their coats shiny and their spirits high.

“We use the horses when we need to lay low. Plus, I don’t want you to get on dragons just yet. Might as well get you used to riding on the ground first.”

“Aw, no fair, hyung has a head start,” Jungkook pouted as he pointed to Taehyung, referencing to the past lessons he took.

“We’ve got the whole day ahead of us, Kook, don’t you worry.”

“Mistress! You’ve returned,” A familiar, fair skinned woman exclaimed as she quickly exited the tack room, jogging over to me to give a polite bow.

“Ah, Zenobia, no need to bow. It’s good to see you. We’re just gonna go for a ride.”

“I am always here for assistance,” Zenobia said as she turned to the boys, bowing deeply once again as she returned to the tack room. Castilla, the other stablehand, peeked out and greeted me and the boys, quickly returning to her task.

“Such strange names…” Seokjin commented, walking up to one of the stalls as he gently ran his fingers over the metallic nameplate screwed onto the stall door.

“Sorry about that,” I said, fumbling with a strand of my hair.

“No, it’s cool. Eros sounds beautiful,” He replied, glancing back at the nameplate to make sure he didn’t completely butcher the name. “A beautiful name for a beautiful horse.” The tall, noir horse peeked his head out and looked towards Seokjin, nudging his head against the boy’s body, practically shoving him, but in a loving way.

“He likes you.”

Seokjin smiled as he rested his hand on Eros’ muzzle, gently rubbing it while the young stallion perked his ears and flicked his tail in joy.

“I would say he’s more handsome than me, but I just don’t think that’s possible, don’t you agree?” Jin said cheekily, striking a confident pose, earning groans from the entire group.

“Oh, you two will definitely get along,” I sighed, face palming myself as I turned to the others to see which horses each of them gravitated to. I walked over to Jimin, who was petting a gray, speckled Arabian horse. “Zeta has a strong spirit. She kind of reminds me of you, Jimin.”

I could see his cheeks flush into a light tint of pink at my words, and couldn’t help but giggle at his flustered reaction. Ruffling his hair, I flashed a small smile and headed off to the others. Jungkook was entranced by the muscular horse in front of him, who was resting at the moment, but still full of grace and beauty. As I spoke to Jungkook about Gene, the horse resting right in front of us, I decided that I might as well just let them choose their own horses. After all, I probably would have chosen the same for them anyways.

I made my way over to Taehyung, his eyes wide but his smile bright as he locked his eyes onto the beautiful Azteca standing in front of him, the horse busy grooming itself to notice the gawking boy. I grinned and placed my hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, keeping my eyes locked on the horse, Juno, as I spoke up.

“He’s the pretty boy of the group. You two even have the same hair,” I commented, Taehyung gasping as he realized that in fact, both he and the gelding shared the same wavy, silver hairstyle. Eventually, Juno raised his head and stepped over to Taehyung, resting his large head on the boy’s shoulder after nuzzling his hair with his muzzle. I left them alone and headed over to Hobi, who was practically throwing heart eyes at the buckskin mare. “Hoseokie, I see you’ve chosen Vente.”

“She’s so beautiful,” Hoseok cooed, scratching behind Vente’s ear, earning a cute nicker from her, who was clearly enjoying the special treatment.

“Maya! Can you come here?” Namjoon shouted, my body traveling towards his voice immediately. “He’s a Thoroughbred, right?”

“Yes, Rani’s a Thoroughbred. He’s strong-willed, like you,” I confirmed as I subconsciously pet Rani’s dark muzzle that was poking out from the stall. “And unfortunately, he spooks easily and is also a bit of a klutz.”

“I guess that’s something we can bond over together, then.” Namjoon flashed a quick smile, turning his attention back to Rani, giving me the chance to wander off to Yoongi, who was standing in front of the Clydesdale’s stall, motionless.

“What’s wrong, Yoongs?”

“I just wanted a proper introduction with you around. Someone has to make sure this big girl won’t bite my hand off,” He chuckled as I rolled my eyes, but I was still happy he wanted to wait for me. I clicked my tongue, catching the Clydesdale’s attention. She turned towards us and stuck her head out, briefly sniffing me just to focus entirely on Yoongi, nudging him and playing with his pale blue hair.

“Wow, I’ve never seen Rhoda this affectionate.”

“What can I say? I have that effect,” Yoongi smirked, and I couldn’t help but groan at his cocky remark.

“Aren’t you the charmer? Wait here. Let me get Agro.”

“Agro?” I jogged over to the stall with the nameplate which was engraved with the word Agro in gorgeous cursive letters. Without warning the boys, I opened the stall door and began to walk down to the tack room, the gigantic Gypsy Vanner exiting the stall to follow me.

“Noona! You left the-“ Jungkook began to warn me, but I interrupted him before he could finish.

“It’s okay, I do this with her all the time,” I explained as I lifted up her tack, quickly walking to her side to raise it onto her back. As I adjusted the girth, Taehyung decided to speak up.

“So, should we get the saddles?” He asked.

“Sure. Just put it on with the pommel facing forwards and pull it up slightly behind their withers.”

“Uhh…” Namjoon droned, obviously very lost at the foreign language I was using.

“Their shoulders, Joon.”

“Ah, okay.” With that, the boys went to get their saddles and returned to their designated stalls, tacking their horses, with the help of Zenobia and Castilla, and I showed them how to bridle, which they did as well, not afraid to receive assistance from our stable hands. I grabbed Agro’s reins and tugged her outside, the rest of the boys following me. After we all gathered outside, I took Agro’s reins and threw them over her head, positioning my foot in the stirrup, proceeding to mount her perfectly from the ground. I looked up after checking to see if everything was secure, and all I could see were the boys’ shocked faces.

“You never cease to amaze me,” Yoongi laughed as Zenobia dragged a nearby mounting block to Rhoda, allowing the snowy haired boy to quickly climb on. The rest of the boys followed in his steps, and in a matter of minutes, we were all mounted and ready to go. I went over the basic riding rules, and after they all verified they understood, we set off into the forest, our horses clumping close together so we were traveling as a group.

As we leisurely trailed through the forest, we all messed around and had a few laughs, talking about normal things we’d always talk about - at least until Hoseok practically screamed when a dragon came into sight, his shrill nearly scaring me right off of Agro, even though the dragon was barely bigger than my hand.

“For god's sake, Hobi! My ass is going to go into cardiac arrest one of these days!” I scolded, turning to glare at him.

“I think I might join you,” He whimpered as he pointed forwards, hiding his face in his jacket while I looked in the direction he was pointing to. Only a few yards away from us was another multicolored dragon, resembling a dragonfly, but of course, larger and more ferocious. Tranquil jade eyes sat high within the dragon’s thick, plated skull, which gave the creature a truly frightening appearance. A slim neck ran down from its head and into a wide body, its wings standing high and proud. Its eyes bored into the boys’, but they softened once they came across the sight of me. I nodded towards the dragon, and it skittered off somewhere deeper into the forest, an eerie clicking sound following, becoming more faint as it strayed further away from us.

“I think I just wet myself,” Taehyung said jokingly, wiping off the sweat from his forehead. He leaned over to Hoseok, who was frozen still, poking him and waving his hand in front of his face, yet no response was elicited. “And Hobi-hyung passed into another life.” We laughed at his comments as we ventured deeper in, Hoseok eventually loosening up, his fear turning to joy every time we passed by a dragon. Our conversations continued as normal, until Jungkook noticed the fans on my hips and changed the topic.

“Noona, what are those?” He asked, pointing to the golden weapons holstered on either side of me with one hand, his other still holding the reins.

“Oh, these are my weapons, Kook,” I explained, causing all of the boys to widen their eyes at my confession.

“What would you need weapons for?” Seokjin asked curiously.

“As you know, every fairytale has a villain. Usually it’s just one person, but sometimes there can be pairs, groups, or even armies. And they will do everything in their power to get what they want.”

“I-I don’t understand. Why are you talking about fairytales?” Taehyung questioned.

“This life of mine is like a fairytale. My villain, Magister Mortalis, is constantly after me, but it’s not one person. It’s a whole team, and they all have one goal: to assassinate me and burn this island to the ground. Because of this, I’ve learned to fight and defend myself, and, more importantly, the island. Almost every dragon has some sort of defense mechanism, and they’re ready to fight at all times. For myself, I’ve only had to use these fans a few times in the past few years, but not for anything too serious.”

“Does that mean you’ve…”

I pulled back on Agro’s reins, the other horses shortly stopping behind her. My breath hitched and my body shriveled as I realized there was no avoiding the truth anymore. Without looking back at them, I answered coldly.

“Yes. I’ve killed,” I revealed as I lightly kicked Agro’s sides, urging her to walk, the rest of the horses automatically following.

For a moment, we all rode in silence, not daring to look at each other the entire time. I sighed quietly to myself and ran my fingers through my hair, noticing the weight being pressed on my chest. Eventually, as we neared closer to our first destination, I spoke up, my voice surprisingly quiet and reserved.

“Jungkook, can you dismount?”

Hesitantly, the young boy removed his feet from the stirrups and slid off of Gene, slowly walking over to me as I got off Agro. Before us was a small opening, leading into a cave.

As I stepped into the cave, I could feel Jungkook’s presence behind me, and I immediately stopped, turning around to gently push him all the way back to the horses.

“I need you to stay back here,” I ordered, the boy only being able to nod and gulp nervously, unable to produce any words. “Listen. Please, no matter what; don’t speak, don’t move, don’t intervene.”

I gently patted his shoulder, returning to the cave’s opening as I withdrew my fans, hitting them against each other, the sound echoing through the vast walls. Within a matter of seconds, a loud snarl replied to the sudden intrusion, which was my cue to step back into the sunlight, hold my fans in front of my body, and prepare for the creature to approach me.

An albino claw emerged from the darkness, piercing red eyes glowing as the dragon stepped out, its muscular frame and vicious appearance elevating the hair on my skin, and undoubtedly, also the boys’, who were standing by, watching as I came face to face with the ferocious beast. I stepped back as the dragon neared closer, its shoulder movements resembling that of a lion’s, ready to pounce on its unsuspecting prey.

“Jungkook, meet Quinn,” I said bluntly, causing the youngest to widen his eyes, coming to the realization that this would be his dragon. My words provoked the dragon, a loud roar erupting from its chest as it came closer to me, baring its teeth, still stained with blood from its last meal. Its wings stood proudly, spreading unconsciously as it roared again, with more ferocity than the last. “The Red-Eyed Ravager, one of the best hunting dragons in The Claim you could ever hope to find.”

I stopped in my tracks and dropped my fans, letting them clatter on the ground, prompting a questioning look from Quinn, but nevertheless, he continued to pursue me, with more caution. I dropped to my hands and knees, stretching my left leg back out as I bent my right, planting one hand on the ground, by my waist. With Quinn only a few feet away from me, I closed my eyes and reached out with my free hand, closing the distance between us as I gently placed my palm onto his snout, the steam rising from his nostrils filled with rage, but it quickly transitioned into tranquility. I fluttered my eyes open, and there the beast was, his eyes closed with a certain softness that assured me he was calm.

“Jungkook, it’s okay. You can come now,” I insisted, standing again to face him, a perplexed but intrigued expression on his face. Noticing his hesitation, I patted Quinn as I walked over to Jungkook, the beast following me over to the boy, who was now more stiff than a metal post.

“He won’t hurt me?” Jungkook questioned suspiciously.

“Of course not. That whole thing just now was for respect because I woke him up from his sleep.”

“Reminds me of someone else,” Namjoon joked, eyeing Yoongi, who was looking at the dragon with enriched eyes, but only when I shifted my gaze to him I realized he was now staring at me.

“Yoongi-ah, you’re staring.”

“Hyung’s got a crush~” Taehyung teased, earning a smack from Yoongi who then swiftly returned his attention to me.

“You have such a way with the dragons… it’s amazing,” He said, a small smile creeping onto his lips from the impressive show.

“I grew up with them, Yoongs. It only makes sense,” I smiled, gently rubbing Quinn’s head, earning a low grunt in return.

“Noona, can I?” Jungkook queried, reaching out to the dragon, prompting his question if he could pet him.

“Go ahead, he’s yours.”

Jungkook cautiously placed his hand on Quinn’s snout, a friendly purr returning from the action, causing a wide smile to appear on Jungkook’s golden face. He gently kneeled and continued to shower Quinn with love and adoration, sounds of affection eliciting from the dragon due to his actions.

“Oh, wow,” Jungkook whispered, taking in the sight of the creature before him while I grabbed my fans and secured them into my holsters.

“Quinn might seem scary at first, but once you get to know him, he’s a real sweetheart,” I said as Jungkook stood up, his smile unable to leave his lips, my eyes wandering back to the dragon. “Gyon au.” Quinn happily obeyed and ran back into his cave, disappearing into the darkness as Jungkook and I mounted our horses again, continuing on the path to the next dragon. Not even waiting a second for us to depart from the cave, the boys began to bombard me with questions. I laughed as I tried my best to listen and answer all of them.

“How many dragons are on these islands?” Hoseok asked.

“About 13,000.”

“What other hunting dragons are there?” Namjoon joined.

“Eurasian Rubyhides, Frostbiters, Japanese Vipermuzzles-“

“Don’t these species fight a lot with each other?” Jimin questioned.

“Sometimes, but they know there’ll be consequences if they do.”

Before I knew it, I had answered at least a million questions and we were standing right in front of Taehyung’s dragons’ territory, a large burrowing hole right beneath my feet after I slid off of Agro, calling Taehyung to join me.

“Jesus, how big is this thing?” Taehyung babbled, intimidated by the size of the gaping tunnel standing at his feet.

“She’s a Titan Wing - still pretty small compared to the others - but I think she’ll be good for you,” I replied, leaning into the tunnel to let out a sharp, short whistle, urging Taehyung to step back immediately after the ground began to shake. From the tunnel erupted a gigantic, white, snake like dragon, covered in frills and spines with blank, hostile red eyes jutting into the boys standing underneath her as she rose into the sky. She opened her mouth, ready to let out a deafening scream, when I suddenly yelled out for her, notifying her of my presence. Her expression softened and she landed beside me, curling her body around my figure to hug me. I laughed and gave her a little pat before turning to Taehyung, who she had now noticed and was creeping towards.

“Uh, Maya, help me out here!”

“Hold out your hand.”

“Do what?!”

“Just do it Tae!”

Reluctantly, he tightly shut his eyes and followed my advice, but it turned to his favor as the dragon gently bowed her head, pushing her head so Taehyung’s palm was now resting against her scales. He peeked with one eye, and let out a loud sigh of relief, realizing he was safe.

“I think I wet myself again,” He groaned, earning a chuckle from the rest of us, even the dragon.

“Taehyung, meet Phaedra,” I introduced them to each other. “Phaedra, em ste Taehyung.”

The dragon gently nodded and blew a puff of smoke in Taehyung’s face, chuffing shortly afterwards at his awe stricken face.

“I can’t believe you can actually communicate with dragons,” Taehyung marveled, stepping back to look at me as I tended to Phaedra, brushing dirt and such off of her scales.

“Eventually you’ll have to as well,” I lied, immediately bursting out into laughter at his terrified expression. “I’m kidding, Tae. Unless one of you wants to learn Draconian.” I turned to eye the boys mounted on their horses, all of them jokingly whipping their heads away, whistling innocently and ignoring me. “Alright, alright, I get it. Languages are hard and I’m a buzzkill.” I gently pat Phaedra to let her know she could go. She nodded and slithered back into the tunnel while Taehyung and I mounted our horses, trotting off to the next dragon.

“Am I next?” Jimin asked, raising his hand politely with a small smile.

“Ah, you’re so cute, Jimin. Yes, you’re next. Come on, let’s see how well you guys can ride.” With that, I squeezed my knees together, prompting Agro to start trotting, swiftly transitioning into a canter as the boys yelled and hurried to catch up to me. Exiting the forest, we cantered into the connecting grasslands, nearby dragons whizzing their heads towards us or jumping away to avoid the path of the horses. I stood in my stirrups and grabbed a good portion of Agro’s mane, using my free hand to quickly pull out the slim whistle I had used previously to call Toothless.

As soon as I heard the familiar roar growing closer, I jumped out of my stirrups and stood on Agro’s back, holding the reins as Toothless soared in from the clouds, flying next to me, giving me a clear path to jump off of Agro and onto his back. I quickly positioned my feet and we rose into the clouds, leaving the boys and their horses to continue cantering, with Agro leading the way. As soon as Toothless broke through the clouds, my eyes landed on a Cloudjumper resting atop a cloud, stretching gracefully having just woken up from a morning nap.

“Indra, mafta ai op!” I shouted, catching the dragon’s attention fast enough that she was able to follow right behind Toothless after he looped and dived back down to the ground. I pointed to the boys, and Toothless flew down with Indra following on his tail to stop and land in front of them, of course, giving them enough space and time to react. The Cloudjumper stayed hovering in the air, twisting her head much like an owl when she noticed Jimin’s admirable stare towards her, his eyes not leaving hers even as he dismounted his horse. She softly landed and crawled over to him as he walked over to her, almost as if they were being attracted to each other by some sort of magnetic force.

“What’s her name?” Jimin beamed, showing his signature eye smile as he studied the dragon’s features.

“Indra.”

“She’s so pretty.”

Indra chirped happily at his words, slowly encasing him with her warm body - in an affectionate way of course. We laughed as she tried to snuggle up against him, but I pulled her back and sent her on her way after letting Jimin pet her for a few more minutes.

“So, are we going to talk about what you just did?” Namjoon gushed, cupping his own face in his hands, his mouth hanging wide open.

“What, the jump?”

“‘What, the jump…’ aish, this kid is going to kill me,” Seokjin groaned, burrowing his face in his palms as he let out a loud, fake sob. “It was amazing!”

“Really?”

The boys instantaneously nodded like their lives depended on it, bright smiles appearing on their faces.

“So modest,” Yoongi laughed, shaking his head.

“Hyuuuung-“ Jungkook tried to tease him, but was abruptly shut up with a pale hand over his mouth.

“Say one more word and I end you.”

“Don’t kill him, Yoongs,” I chuckled as I whispered into Toothless’ ear, sending him off to bring back a dragon. “Hoseokie, you’re up next.”

“Oh my god,” He whimpered, anxiously sliding off of Vente to stagger over to me.

“Hey, don’t worry. I chose the calmest dragon I know.”

“Well, at least we won’t need a medic on standby,” Seokjin snorted, teasing the dancer over his fears. However, I embraced him and wrapped my arms around him tightly, whispering a few words to encourage him.

“Don’t listen to him. You’ll be fine.”

After a few minutes, Toothless returned with Hoseok’s dragon, her vibrant yellow and violet scales standing out from the pale blue sky. The two landed in front of us, waiting for one another to move when I suddenly grabbed Hoseok’s hand, causing him to scream. The dragon flinched and cowered, instantly causing Hoseok to calm down and drop to his knees to comfort her, the reaction tugging at his heartstrings.

“No, no, don’t be scared! Here, look!” Hoseok cheered as he stood up, doing his usual silly dances and routines. The Skyburst, now intrigued, lifted her head and chuffed when she saw his movements in an attempt to cheer her up. She purred and rubbed her head against Hobi’s chest, pushing a smile onto his lips. “Wah~ So cute.”

“Her name is Leia. She’s pretty shy, but I think she’s already warmed up to you,” I said.

“Do all dragons have names?” He instantly face palmed himself at his question and apologized. “Sorry, that was a stupid question.”

“No, it’s not. All dragons have names, but they’re assigned by me when hatched. Maybe you guys could help me name some of the newcomers, hm?”

“I’m naming one Kumamon,” Yoongi cajoled, his lips rising into a sweet gummy smile.

“Oh, for the love of god,” I mumbled as I sent Leia and Toothless off, mounting up with Hoseok and Jimin to continue our travels, this time, heading back to the castle, but on a different route, following the largest river, The Trail Of Tears.

As we passed by the wild dragons, I noticed that the boys were no longer scared, and were now pointing out the dragons they wanted to meet, naming them as we rode past, and even interacting with them on their own.

“Namjoon, you ready?” I suddenly spoke up, prompting a surprised but soon steady expression on his sun-lit face. An explosion in the distance, but not too far away, indicated that his dragon was nearby. “All-Mother help me,” I whispered to myself as I kicked Agro’s sides, urging her to trot forward to the source of the explosion, the boys leading their horses to trail behind me.

Through the thick canopy of trees, we turned and came across a young, rocky dragon, ember glowing from its crevices as it continuously fired at the mountain’s feet, little specks of dust and rocks flying everywhere with every blast. I groaned and dropped my head in frustration, hopping off of Agro to lecture the dragon, now caught red handed.

“Phelan, krei? Nodotaim? Yu get klin mou beda.” I scolded, placing my hands on my hips. The dragon whimpered and backed down, bowing deeply to me in an attempt to ask for forgiveness. I sighed, resting my hand on his skin, made entirely out of rock, then called Namjoon over, who gleefully bent down to the dragon.

“Seems like a troublemaker,” Namjoon chuckled, turning his head to me while staying crouched in front of Phelan.

“Oh, definitely, but it can actually be useful sometimes. Just try not to destroy the entire island when you’re together, yeah?”

Phelan chuffed at my joke, but ultimately knew he had to be responsible or he would have to face the consequences. Namjoon nodded and stood up while I dismissed Phelan, lecturing him one last time to not blast any more mountains.

“Jinnie, you’re the last one!”

“Is my dragon a boy or a girl?” Seokjin asked as we began to travel along the river, the horses now in a single file formation.

“Kira is a girl, but to be honest, you can’t even tell because she acts completely different than most female Riverside Serpents.”

“Riverside Serpent? Did you come up with all of these names?” Namjoon wondered.

“Oh, no. I only named the species I discovered during my rule.”

“I still can’t believe you’re a queen, Noona,” Jungkook sighed, a shy smile creeping onto his lips.

“It all feels like a dream,” Jimin commented, observing his surroundings as he spoke.

“Ah, there she is,” I said, pointing to a white and green serpentine dragon kneeling by the river, drinking from the fast stream.

“She looks more traditional,” Seokjin observed as he quickly slid off of Eros to stand by me while I caught Kira’s attention, asking her to come closer. Her eyes roamed and scanned each of the boys until they came across Jin’s face, and an immediate purr followed, along with a gentle head butt.

“Wow, she loves you,” I snorted, surprised that she instantly took a liking to him. After a few moments of playing with Kira, Jin replied.

“Who wouldn’t?”

“Alright, Casanova, let’s get moving.” I sent Kira back to the river as Jin and I mounted up again, riding back to the castle as a group, now in a more scattered formation, with the younger boys lined up behind me, Yoongi and Namjoon on either side of me, and the other two slightly ahead, as they didn’t need me to lead since the castle was already in our sight.

“Yoongi doesn’t get a dragon?” Namjoon suddenly asked, tapping me on the shoulder to get my attention first.

“He already got one yesterday, after you boys went to your rooms,” I explained, Namjoon nodding in acknowledgement. Yoongi began to move further ahead, now out of earshot between me and Namjoon, who decided to take advantage of this opportunity.

“Soo… you and Yoongi-“

“Joon, don’t even start. It’s not like that.”

“I see the way you look at each other. What you two have is special, and I think you’d be good for each other.”

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, pressing my palm on my forehead in an attempt to relieve some of the pain forming in my head as I tried my best to gather my thoughts.

“Even if he did like me, I couldn’t let that get in the way of my duties. If something happened to him…” I began to express my concerns, but Namjoon simply smiled and replied in a gentle voice.

“Baby, I get it, but just think about it, okay? I promise, I’m not lying when I say that you two were made for each other,” He reassured me. Before I knew it, we had already arrived at the gates of the castle. I led the group back to the stables and we all dismounted, putting away our horses after untacking them, with the help of Zenobia and Castilla.

As we walked up the stairs of the castle, I heard distant footsteps that surely didn’t belong to either me or the boys, so with caution, I gripped onto one of my fans and discreetly unholstered it. Without warning, I turned around to whiz it at the area of the sound, the metal clanging against stone, just mere inches away from Minjun, who was hiding behind a stone pillar to protect himself. I gasped and rushed to pick up my fan, running to check if he was hurt.

“God, you’re fast,” Minjun laughed, looking over his slightly bruised hands.

“Jun, what happened?” I questioned, rubbing my fingers over the bruises.

“Agh, I ran into some assholes from the Northern Markets. They taunted me with shit about Hyunae, I couldn’t stand it.”

“Those motherfu-“

“Woah, love, watch the language,” He chuckled, placing his hand on my shoulder.

“Sorry.” I looked down sheepishly, embarrassed of my sudden, minor lash out.

“Oh, and by the way, kids, the Tramplers brought back your stuff from Seoul. They’re on your beds.” Minjun cocked his head towards the boys, a clearly insulted expression falling onto Yoongi’s face.

“What did he just call us?” Yoongi fumed to Namjoon.

“Minjun, can you check on Luthais to see if he needs any more Dreamwillow?” I asked, quickly changing the subject as Minjun nodded and left for Luthais’ hut for his task. “You’re welcome, Yoongi.”

Yoongi simply stood there with his jaw tightened as I walked past him coolly, his body trailing behind mine soon enough once he had snapped out of his shock. It was quite rare for me to perform favors for him, especially for ones he never asked for, but the ones I knew he needed.

“Hey, so, quick question. Are we getting weapons soon?” Seokjin asked suddenly, causing me to trip and fall backwards, conveniently into Yoongi’s arms, that were quick to catch me.

“You okay, sugar?” Yoongi said, concerned as I looked back at him, still in his grasp.

“Yeah, thanks,” I mumbled, clearly embarrassed as I continued walking, more carefully this time. “What the hell makes you think you’re getting weapons?”

“We are, aren’t we? I overheard your servants talking about having to give us weapons soon,” Seokjin explained.

“You are one sneaky little-“

“Don’t curse!”

“Ugh, fine. You caught me. Yes, you’re getting weapons. Armor, as well - but don’t even think for a second that’s going to be within the next 48 hours. You boys have to take flying lessons.”

“Flying lessons? As in flying on dragons, thousands of feet in the air?” Taehyung worried, his voice wavering.

“Tae, I know it seems scary, but I’m confident you boys will get the hang of it.”

“I’ve got a head start, by the way,” Yoongi bragged.

“Really? No fair!” Jungkook whined, throwing his head back in frustration.

“Suck it up, kid,” Yoongi scowled, rolling his eyes.

“Well, you guys can go explore or something, I’m heading to the studio,” I said abruptly, turning on my heels only for the boys to follow after me, all the way to the studio, tired and waiting to be used after months of neglect.

“Hell yes!” Hoseok preached, dropping to his knees to perform a fake prayer at the sight of the glorious dance studio.

“Noona, you dance?” Jungkook wondered, tilting his head slightly along with his question.

“Of course. Maybe it’s good you didn’t know - now we can have dance battles,” I smirked, winking at Hoseok as I ran over to the stereo to select a song. “What do you think I should do? No Limit by G-Eazy?”

“What about Mic Drop?” Namjoon suggested jokingly.

“Never heard of that,” I teased as I set up the music and jogged back to the middle of the room, taking my jacket off to discard of it, flying to who knows where in the room.

As the song began, I performed my best moves and let the rhythm of the beat move for me. I danced with certainty, speed, and agility. With my movements fluent and confidence sharp, I couldn’t help but smirk at the boys’ sudden shocked expressions, Yoongi’s intense stare making me unconsciously bite my lip in anticipation. They gazed at me, completely captivated by my undoubtedly sensual movements to the music, and even though the song had soon ended, they stayed speechless with their eyes wide open and jaws dropped.

“That’s it. Let’s do this,” Jimin said quickly, rushing to play Dionysus as the dance line hopped in and began to move with me to the music, all of our bodies perfectly coordinated with one another, the bass of the beats vibrating off of the walls of the studio. Within just a few minutes, the four of us had sweat dripping down our bodies, causing us to shed more layers as we continued to dance.

Once we had unanimously decided to stop for the day, I threw a water bottle to each of them after grabbing them from the conveniently placed mini fridge, sitting under the shelf holding a few white towels.

“Maya, I would have danced with you a long time ago if I knew you were that good,” Hoseok smirked, screwing the cap off of his bottle.

“Well, thanks, Hobi,” I smiled, chugging the half full bottle of water in my grasp. “You okay, Yoongs? You haven’t said anything or moved for a while.”

I glanced over at Yoongi, who was leaning against the wall, holding his jacket nonchalantly in front of his abdomen, looking off somewhere into the distance.

“I think hyung has a-“ Taehyung snickered, but was quickly shut up by Seokjin, who slapped his hand over the younger boy’s mouth.

“Don’t even say it, V,” Seokjin groaned, hiding his face in his other palm in embarrassment. I laughed and took one last sip of my water, tossing the bottle into the trash can, hidden in the far corner of the studio.

“Let’s go,” I said, slinging my jacket back over my shoulder before exiting the room, the others following me.

“So, where to next, Mistress?” Yoongi suddenly whispered in my ear, rightfully earning a kick in the shins from me.

“Shut up! You don’t speak for an hour and the first thing you say to me is that?” I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks as I scanned his face, full of pride with a cheeky smirk to compliment it. “Wipe that stupid smirk off of your face.”

“Maybe if you give me a kiss-“

“Yoongi!”

The boys laughed as we continued to bicker back and forth, until I realized we reached where I had planned to go next. With Yoongi’s constant teasing, I needed something else to focus on before I went completely insane.

I opened the door and stepped into the room, the long chandeliers hanging from the ceiling immediately blinding me. I adjusted to see the light illuminate the cases of books built inside the walls. The royal blue couches rested on every side of the room, overlooked by the second floor, a gorgeous golden railing standing to protect the above level. Sunlight shone in through the windows, flexing across the linoleum floors, intricate floral designs softly carved into the material.

“Go crazy, Joon,” I whispered to Namjoon, who smiled brightly and stepped in, gravitating towards the bookshelves lined with old but beautiful books.

“What a nerd,” Seokjin muttered, but Namjoon had heard.

“If we’re going to stay here, we should learn about the dragons and history as much as we can,” Namjoon argued.

“He’s got a point, you know,” I agreed, shrugging slightly. “Do you guys want to check out the Book of Dragons? It’s got information on all the species - even though it’s a little outdated.”

“Yes!” The boys instantaneously replied, a small smile creeping onto my lips at their enthusiasm as I quickly stepped over to a special showcase, opening it to remove a large, leather book. I was about to sit down when someone grabbed my waist from behind and pulled me down onto their lap. I gasped and tried to move, but they kept me pinned down.

“Really, Yoongi?” I groaned, glaring back at him.

“I want the best view,” He simply replied, leaning the both of us back as he rested his chin on my shoulder, the rest of the boys gathering around me, standing, sitting beside me, or on the couch armrests. Yoongi snaked his arms around my waist as I opened the book to a random page, landing on the bio of the Night Fury, coincidentally.

“‘The Night Fury is the fastest, smartest, and rarest of the known species of dragons, commonly described as the ‘Holy offspring of lightning and death itself,’” Jungkook read aloud, his eyebrows cocking up as he read the last part.

“It says it’s trainable here,” Taehyung said, pointing to the written factors of the species, one of them informing that the Night Fury can, indeed, be trained. “Are there dragons that can’t be trained? Like, ever?”

“Yes, but I’ve found a way to work with them,” I answered.

“Which ones?” Hoseok asked.

“Exterminators, Frostbiters, and Venomtails are good examples. Those are just a few I can think of right now off the top of my head, sorry.”

“It’s okay. I just wanted to know what dragons I should avoid,” He grinned, sticking his tongue out playfully.

“Don’t be worried. The dragons will come around to you, eventually.”

“What does this mean?” Yoongi questioned, moving his hand to point to the words that printed Strike Class, however, I was rather focusing on how he dragged his fingers back across my thigh, waiting for an answer. “Maya?”

“Hm, what? Oh. Sorry, I got distracted, uhh… that’s the classification. Every species is placed into a class based on their characteristics or abilities.”

“So, what class is Aenaes in?” This time, alongside his question, he tightly squeezed my thigh, traveling closer to where my legs parted. I had to bite my lip to suppress a soft moan from coming out.

“H-He’s in Strike Class, too.”

“And that is…”

I quickly flipped to the page that had displayed information about the subject.

Strike Class dragons are characterized by their blazing speed, vice-like jaw strength, and extreme intelligence, as well as pin-point accuracy, powerful attacks, explosive firepower and a unique ability to allow them to navigate in their respective environments/atmosphere. The dragons in this class are some of the rarest of all dragons, some are close to extinction. They are also the most difficult to train but the most loyal once they have been trained. They are also generally among the most powerful dragons.

“Mm, cool,” Yoongi mumbled, pulling his arm back to rest around my waist. I let out a quiet sigh of relief and continued to read to the boys, informing them of the behavioral patterns of dragons, their senses, and habitats. After teaching them about a dozen species, I placed the book back and called it a day. Honestly, it was because I couldn’t stand Yoongi’s teasing anymore, so I needed to break away. I muttered a few things as I left them in the small library to escape to my room, one of the few safe havens I had here.

I groaned and pushed my messy hair back, my fingers running through the strands as I closed my eyes, throwing my head back in frustration. With a defeated sigh, I fell onto my bed and laid there, my arms spread and my knees crossed as my chest rose and fell quickly, bringing me to the realization that I was practically begging to breathe all this time. My chest tightened and my guts churned, both with embarrassment and excitement.

‘Get it together,’ I thought to myself, lifting my hand to rest my palm on my sweaty forehead. I rose from the mattress and made my way over to the double doors, pushing them open to step out onto the cool marble platform. With a deep breath, I stepped forward until I was close to the edge, and looked down, the distance between me and the ground almost immeasurable.

I pushed my hand in my pocket, pausing for a moment even though I desperately wanted to call for Toothless. I honestly didn’t want to bother him, but I did need to escape from the mess my emotions were. Hesitantly, I blew the whistle and Toothless came quickly, hovering by the platform, allowing me to leap onto his back and let him lead me wherever he desired, something I only ever did when I had too much on my mind.

Soon enough, I had come out of my thoughts to realize that Toothless was just landing on the soft sand of Talon’s Shore, a large beach just west of the castle. I smiled as I dismounted Toothless and slid off my shoes before running over to the shoreline, the waves slowly rolling in as the water parted between my toes, completely flooding my feet.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a blue and white speckled dragon emerge from the water, its wings folded neatly and its frills cleanly defining its elongated face. With a tired yawn, it shook off the water like a dog would after a bath, and turned my way, finally noticing me, now sitting in the dry sand. As it came closer, I recognized it was an adolescent female Thunderdrum, probably returning from a weary journey. She waddled over to me with her stubby legs and plopped down beside me, burrowing her way underneath my arm for attention. I laughed and gladly rested my hand on her snout, a happy chitter returning from her throat.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and allowed my other senses to overtake me, the sound of the waves crashing and the feeling of the Thunderdrum’s soft skin calming me down over time. As Toothless curled his body around us, I spoke to him, obviously not expecting an answer, but I did it anyways.

“Bud, I think I’m going insane,” I sighed, leaning back onto the black dragon’s body. He simply snorted in response, resting his head on his arm, his eyes leisurely shutting as he quietly rested. “I think I love him…”

The Thunderdrum chirped at my words, a cute smile accompanying her now perked ears. I huffed and gave her a small pat as I spoke up again.

“So, what do you think I should do, Yvette?” I asked, the young dragon tilting her head at my question in confusion. I giggled and translated for her, and she simply blew a puff of her hot breath in my face, proceeding to stand up and head back into the sea, her warmth leaving my side. With an exhausted sigh, I stood up and woke up Toothless, initiating a walk on the beach with him once he fully awoke. Every couple of minutes, he nudged my hand, checking to see if I was okay. I halted in my path and kneeled, rubbing his chin with affection, a sweet rumble eliciting from his throat.

After about ten minutes, I decided to head back. Toothless dropped me off on the same marble platform connected to my bedroom before soaring off into the distance, a proud roar following. I fell face first on my bed, closing my eyes as I audibly screamed out my frustration into the mattress.

There was no denying it - I loved Yoongi - yet I didn’t even know how to go about it. Knowing that he only recently broke up with his near 2-year girlfriend Sunmi just last month, even if it was forced by their companies, I couldn’t just jump on him right away. He was probably heart-broken, and I doubt he had any similar feelings to mine, so there was no point, really. It would have just gone horribly, so why bother?

I rolled over to the other side of the bed and changed out of my clothes, slipping on a mere oversized tunic that met my thighs mid-way and a pair of boy shorts. As I dragged myself to the bathroom, I flipped on the light switch and looked at myself in the mirror, almost gagging at the sight of my revolting appearance.

“God, I look like a fucking mess,” I mumbled to myself, trying to fix up my hair and wipe off the remaining smudged makeup that I had applied from yesterday. When I stepped back into my bedroom, I heard a gentle knock on the door, almost making me trip over my own feet at the sudden intrusion.

“Maya? It’s Namjoon. I wanted to talk to you,” The outside voice said, relieving me of my stress as I opened the door to reveal Namjoon, smiling sweetly to showcase his beloved dimples.

“What’s up?” I yawned, trying my best to sound more unbothered than I currently was.

“Here, sit down.” Namjoon entered and closed the door, turning the lock prior to grabbing my wrist to lead me to the bed, where he sat me down. He crawled onto the bed and laid down, his back resting comfortably against the headboard, supported by pillows, with his arms crossed in his lap.

Due to my stillness, he decided to take matters into his own hands and turned me around, pulling me back to sit in between his legs, my back now against his chest and our arms linked. I hummed and gently rested my head on his chest, turning slightly so I was more curled up than lying straight. His arms slowly moved around my waist to support my body as he spoke up.

“Where were you?”

“Down by the beach with Toothless. I needed some time alone,” I answered.

“So, tell me what’s on your mind.”

“Nothing much,” I said, shrugging my shoulders slightly.

“Baby, how many times do I have to remind you what a terrible liar you are? Something’s bothering you.” I clenched my jaw at his words, trying to find the best way out of spilling the truth.

“It’s nothing.”

“Then why did you run out of the library like it was on fire, especially after Yoongi was getting touchy with you?”

“You saw that?!” I whipped my head back with my eyes wide in shock. He simply nodded and pulled me back down in the previous position, raising one hand to play with my hair.

“I told you, he loves you.”

“Very funny, Joon.”

“Baby, I’m serious.”

“So what, are you going to tell me I can shapeshift into a dragon now?”

”Maya, I’m-“

“No. I’m sorry, but I refuse to believe that. He literally broke up with Sunmi last month, his girlfriend of 2 fucking years, and you want me to think he’s now in love with me? You’re crazy,” I snapped, stumbling to my feet as I headed for the door. Namjoon grasped my wrist and pulled me back, ceasing my movements.

“Do you hear yourself right now? Yoongi was miserable with Sunmi. He never loved her,” Namjoon explained, a glint of frustration in his obsidian eyes.

I yanked Namjoon’s hand away, walking out of the room, slamming the door behind me. My feet began to move for me, elevating from a fast walk to practically a sprint down the hall as I heard the door open again, Namjoon calling out to me, footsteps soon following. My glance whipped back at him as he chased after me when, suddenly, I bumped into someone, causing me to stumble backwards, but whoever it was had caught me before I could fall. I shifted my gaze forward, almost screaming when I saw Yoongi standing right in front of me, holding me by my waist in a dip position, protecting me from falling.

“Woah, you alright? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” Yoongi said, concerned as he brushed my bangs away from my eyes. I really wanted to swat his hand away and storm off, but I couldn’t even bring myself to move or speak, which ended wonderfully for me as Namjoon finally caught up to me, now hunched over and gasping for air.

“You… you are fast,” He huffed, straightening his body as his eyes wandered to Yoongi, obviously worried. “Hyung, can I talk to you?”

“Uhh, sure,” Yoongi hesitated as Namjoon led him off into another room, of which I eventually recognized as the lounge. I groaned and headed back to my room, locking the door, softly closing it behind me. I tore off my shirt, throwing it into the corner of my room, then fell onto my bed, once again yelling out my frustrations.

‘I really can’t take this anymore,’ I thought, mentally sighing. I rolled over to lie on my back when my thoughts drifted back to what Namjoon had said. I didn’t want to believe it, but maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe Yoongi never liked Sunmi. Maybe he was just pretending. Maybe he was actually in love with me all this time. Maybe.

Before I could even notice my weariness, I closed my eyes with my body still hanging off the edge of the bed and drifted off into a peaceful sleep, my mind finally blank.

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