#if you squint (they are close together without being at eachother's throats)

[egg24108]

just thought that one pic suited them

[un-lawliet]

hii abby! (cigarettes after sex anon here) i would love to request a Dazai fic if you would entertain my idea :')

Dazai and reader having met in the port mafia back when they were wild teenagers, reader and him both worked together and over the years developed as close of a bond as one can with PM Dazai (reader ofc being in love with him) and when Dazai left the mafia for the ADA, left without telling the reader a single word. years later, they run into eachother and reader just mostly wants to know why they left them and a whole lotta confessing and hurt blahhhhh i'm sure you can execute the actual prompt so much better than i'm describing but i just think you would write this SO WELL ahhhh thank you for everything that u do <3333 have a BEAUTIFUL DAY AND STAY WELL

hi my lovely !!!!!! I WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE TO WRITE THIS FOR YOU <33 thank you so much for your request AND FOR YOUR LOVELY KIND WORDS I ADORE YOU ALWAYS- i hope this is ok i adored writing it <3

Animosity

— in which Dazai, despite everything, still cares.

“An anonymous informant has agreed to meet with the Port Mafia regarding the weretiger, under the circumstance that it’s you they meet with and that you go alone.”

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Your throat burns with the remnants of your cigarette, the tips of your fingers tinted yellow in the afterglow.

You flick the bunt to the ground and catch the back of your coat in the closing of your car door.

Bitter hissed curses escape the confines of your lips, and you wretch the door open and tug the crinkled cloth back towards yourself.

It rips at the seams as you do so, little black threads sporadically bursting out of their tidy rows of careful sewing, it reminds you of a gash, and you slam the door shut again.

Glancing backwards, you assess your darkened surroundings, counting the number of people outside the pathetic looking bar.

Red tiles decorated a crooked roof, a roof that appears to slant slightly, drooping towards the concrete below, the windows yellow from neglect and age combined.

You can hear music from the inside, it contrasts the laughter and boisterous voices of the drunken crowd surrounding the outdoors. A melancholic folk song from years past acting as a backing track to their disjointed joy.

You sigh, your hand reaching down to tap the gun hidden away under your jacket. You tap it thrice before beginning to move towards the burly door, eyes restless, moving from face to face.

The fate of the Port Mafia’s plan to capture the weretiger rested on this evening, and on the guarantee that the anonymous intel you were meeting tonight would make an appearance.

They had asked for you.

You, who had been practically raised within the mafia but had never progressed further from the status of a measly assassin, following the lead from your boss and executives alike.

Kicking a stray pebble, you watch as it hits of the back of a woman’s heel, she wobbles slightly and laughs, blaming her lack of composure on her drunkenness.

The door creaks open, as if protesting your entrance, revealing the bright confines of the bars interior. The smell of spilled alcohol causing you to crinkle your nose, eyes squinting.

For a bar so unattractive both inside and out, it sure was crowded tonight.

People were dancing to the slow beat of the live singers guitar, swaying in an uneven chorus, hands floating beside inebriated bodies, two teenagers cheering as they threw their heads back engulfing their bitter shots, and across from you, a tired old man had his head in his hands, moping over a half empty pint of beer, lamenting about the impossible.

Sickly pink patterned wallpaper decorated the walls, peeling at the corners where roof meets the wall, revealing a blank white surface beneath, it reminds you of the fabric of Elise’s dress and you shudder, anxiously picking the skin off of the top of your thumb.

You take a step, then another, your head swivelling back and forth, trying to discern your anonymous source from amongst the kaleidoscope of strangers.

With years of experience in the Port Mafia, you prided yourself in your ability to figure out the suspicious from the unknowing.

So with a slight click of your tongue, you conclude that you cannot see them, at least, not now. Leaving you alone in your meanderings, arms swaying awkwardly at your black clad sides.

A man brushes past you, his shoulder collides with your own and you glare at the back of his head as he continues on his way.

“Bastard.” You mumble, your voice whispered under poorly restrained frustration.

Unable to stand the constant shoving and accidental bumping with strangers, you made your way towards the back of the bar, trying to pinpoint a blind spot in which you could see the door, but those entering would not see you.

The bar is dimmer near the back, you blend in with the swarming of shadows, slinking around pulled out chairs your hands in your pockets.

You move past a slight corner and freeze, your mouth parting and an airy breath escaping, you choke on it, a ragged cough clawing it’s way from your throat.

“Y/N! Long time no see.”

Osamu Dazai was smiling at you, his face held up by his hand, head tilted, his eyes slits.

Osamu Dazai previously an executive of the Port Mafia..

Your face burns raw and you take a step back, your heart racing within your chest.

“W-What?” You gape, your eyes wide, you’re sure you look like a blubbering fool, hands shaking.

You see his grin, see how it crinkles his face, marking out the slight aging from the last four years since you’d seen him.

He looks different. A beige coat replacing the black one he use to wear. He’s not as thin, his skin flushed with attempting care.

And yet, his eyes, honeyed over with concealed lies, stare at you with the same prolonged look you had known years ago.

“Come!” Dazai smiles, his voice light with drama, “Sit with me.” He gestures towards the chair in front of him, narrowly missing his glass.

You ignore him, ignore his offer.

“You’re..you’re in the ADA?” Your voice is wispy, whispered under accusation.

He laughs, it’s boisterous and familiar, you hold back the urge to cover your ears and run.

“It seems as such.” He mocks, “And you’re after our weretiger no?”

You look at him, unable to form coherency in your mind.

Rage burns your lips, flames caressing your tongue.

“C’mon, Sit.” He reminds, his eyebrows raising, eventuating his false clamour.

“Damn traitor.” You hiss, hand moving to your gun, “I should shoot you dead.”

“And loose the chance of intel?” Dazai doesn’t move, unperturbed by your anger, “I can’t imagine your Boss would be pleased.”

At the mention of your mission, you falter, the hardness in your expression melting.

Dazai’s eyes widen ever so slightly.

“Walking out of a mission, now there’s a consequence I wouldn’t have liked to face.” He whistles and your mouth parts, realisation holding you in motion.

The intel had asked specifically for you, and only you.

He’d tricked you, trapped you, you had no choice but to stay.

He observes you, an eyebrow raising as you come to your own bitter conclusion of events, before he speaks again;

“And besides, you wouldn’t shoot me.”

Your chest heaves with a raspy breath, “Don’t act like you know me.”

“Oh but I did know you.”

“I’m not known by traitors.” You hiss back.

“OoOoh well haven’t you grown up.” Dazai chuckles, leaning back in his seat to fully take you in, eyes narrowing in on your truly exhausted composure, yet you don’t notice his change in attitude, too focused on cursing yourself out for being so stupid as to fall for his trap.

You had seen it before, his ability to twist any situation into one that benefited himself, you had laughed at the sheer idiocy of your past shared enemies with him.

And now he laughs at you, alone, and your face burns with shame.

Your feet stay stuck to the dusty floorboards below, you do not move, and Dazai sighs.

“Don’t be stubborn now, not when I’ve came so far just to see you.” He clicks his tongue against his teeth, taking a sip of his drink.

Your hands shake, you stuff them into your pockets to conceal your bodies mutiny against your composure, he see’s your nerves anyway but chooses to stay silent.

Dazai’s complicity is unusual, it crawls up your spine and makes you shiver, you don’t know him, you never did, but you had never truly feared him like this before.

Your heart is entangled in a war with your head, forcing you into a tandem of hate and-

“Y/N?”

“Shut up.” You reply, closing your eyes, collecting yourself, “Just shut up Dazai.”

He tuts and it stings, and although you’re the one armed, you feel like the prey observed by a hunter pointing a rusty rifle in your face.

He raises his hands, they stay in line with his ears, as he shakes his head. “I’m only here to talk to you.”

Dazai talks to you as one would talk to a child, as if you were throwing a tantrum in the middle of the bar, it’s soft, an offering, spoken as if a gentle prayer.

But your not God, you can’t find forgiveness within your soul, and so instead of embracing his offering of peace you glare, arms crossing in-front of your chest.

“It’s been four years, and now you want to talk?” You’re sly with your sharp words, you hope they pierce his skull, you want to see him tremble in guilt, want to see him slump over and beg for you to hear him out.

Instead he smiles, like he expected your outburst, and your nails dig into the flesh of your palm, fists clenched tight enough to spill blood onto your fingers.

“You think this is funny?” Your voice raises, throat raw with the temptation to cry as you stare at his fraudulent face.

He gasps and shakes his head, smile widening, “You mistake me… I just find it hard not to smile when beautiful women yell at me.”

You seethe.

Your anger is ugly, it cuts lines onto your forehead and breathes a sickly, wet breath across your face, you’re disgusting and sweaty, the sheen on your neck catching the light from the lamp on Dazai’s table.

“You’re a liar Dazai.” You mutter, deciding the mission wasn’t worth it, that you were leaving damn the consequences.

You turn on your heel, refusing to look at him anymore.

You hear him shift in his seat, and Dazai opens his mouth once more, the smile falling off of his mendacious face.

“-Then I’ll tell you a truth.” His voice was serious, devoid of any preverbal joy, you count the moments between each of his words, biting your tongue as he continues,“I don’t regret leaving the mafia.”

There are nettles in your eyes, they sting and redden the whites surrounding your pupils, embedded in watery, sucken, sockets. Poisoning you with the taste of sick humiliation.

And you turn back around.

“You regret nothing?” Your voice shakes, cracks and shatters as you impose your final prompt, “Not even-” (leaving me?)

Exhaustion chokes you as if an omnipresent, greying hand was pushing down on your throat, watching you writhe and laughing as you fail to breathe.

“Calm down.” He’s still sitting, his figure slumped over slightly, reflecting the bored inflation you sought in his voice.

Your reaction is predictable and he’s bored. He’s no longer a demon thriving in juvenile rebellion, he’s moved on and you’re still stuck wiping the dust of old memories, trying to relight a fire with sticks already ruined by rain.

“So where do we go from here?” Anger pulls you out of your own head and pushes you to react, the nettles in your eyes are on fire, you clench your fists in the smoke. “Why seek me out if you’re only here to gloat about how much you’ve moved on?”

Dazai pauses, the finger circling the rim of his chipped glass nestled comfortably in his hand, stills.

He doesn’t know, failing to comprehend the intricacies of his own mind for a second as he thinks and you watch.

The silence unsettles you and your hand falls absentmindedly to fidget with the handle of the gun tucked snug at your side, Dazai’s eyes follow your delicate movements, his stare filtered with bitter nostalgia as he watches your unchanged habits.

You’re still doing the same old habits as you did when he left you, and selfishly this leaves him with a smudge of comfort. A comfort that blurs the lenses of his new life.

…“Asushi would be scared of you, but then again he’s scared of everything right now.”

“The weretiger?” You question, confusion melting the ice from your tome.

“He’s an orphan you know?”

“I don’t really care.”

“I expected as much.”

If you were to squint and concentrate on the calculated movement of Dazai’s features, you would see how disappointment coated the the gleam of his sharp eyes.

He shouldn’t feel this opposed to your lack of empathy. He should be use to how you work now.

The small scars on your hand retelling your history with the mafia, your history of working beside him as a boy, boastfully playing a part in the play of the mafia, chorused by choirs of deceit as conducted by Mori.

Perhaps, he did not know as much as he assumed he did, or perhaps, two years alone, working under the devil had truly changed you.

Or maybe he’s still that wicked boy hiding under the title of a “good man”.

“Are both sides no longer the same to you?” You probe, words flying out of your mouth as you lean forward slightly on your feet, “Good and evil?”

You see it then, the kaleidoscope of memories retold through the fluttering of his wispy eyelashes that he can’t conceal. He blinks and it’s gone.

His mouth parts, pausing, thinking.

“Does it matter?” The words are bitter, he spits them out as if they sting his mouth, defensive and unrelenting.

You hear a glass smash from behind the bar, the obnoxious people gathered around holler at the sound of broken glass. You glance over and take in the sight of a red, humiliated woman frantically apologising to her boss.

Dazai clears his throat and you look back, taking in the way he leans back on his chair, encased in the glow from the small, flickering lamp beside him, his drink abandoned on the chipped wood of his table.

“It use to matter.” You breathe, staring down at him.

He thinks you look plain, decorated in shadows, and he wonders if, right now, he looked the same to you.

“People can change.” Dazai smirks, gesturing to you, his voice light.

Not as much as you have you think, smoothing your knuckles against your shirt, avoiding his eyes.

“I haven’t changed.” You remark, your voice wavers, trying selfishly to convey your rage, hatred and misery to the man before you.

He laughs, and you cringe at the eccentricity of his own misery and he looks away for a moment, bandaged hands clutching his stomach.

“Of course you have.” He replies, and you hear it, the bitter inflation of his tone, a tiny flicker of regret drooling from his mouth.

“You no longer look at me with that sweet affection I use to adore.”

Your hands tremble, your body swayed with trepidation, the background of the bar evaporates into mist and you can’t breathe.

“What?”

He says nothing, instead choosing to simply look at you, solidifying his point.

The light encasing him appears to dull, the light in his eye fading into oblivion.

Years of un-relinquished feelings swarm in your stomach, bubbling up and making you feel nauseous, and you hate yourself.

You want to throw up, and he doesn’t move.

A moment passes and Dazai gestures again.

“Sit.” he repeats, the command echos like a cracked record skipping over and over, stuck in the the point of the needle.

And then quietly, spoken softly, as if trying to remain unheard, “..Please.”

This time, you do as you’re asked, shuffling over to the chair opposite him, your eyes hidden in your exposed shame.

The chair creaks as your tired body slumps against it. Your hands resting awkwardly in your lap as you refuse to humour him with a look.

“You left.” You say lamely, and Dazai loses himself in resentment.

Your voice sounds as empty as his own. Devoid of hope as you stare at the scuffs on your shoes.

“I had to.” He replies, stoic although his head is crowded with the effects of his whiskey.

You bite your lip, letting your tongue trace the roof of your mouth as if conjuring expression.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to leave?” You whisper.

“You would have begged me to stay.” He mutters, a simple, vile confession that makes you cringe.

“I wouldn’t have-”

“You would.”

The silence is concocted with truth, and you both know it. Dazai leans forward in his seat, you don’t think he realises his own movement.

“If you needed to leave, I would have understood, I’m not weak.” You argue.

“You were weak enough to fall for me no?”

Dazai watches you carefully as your eyes finally move to his own, and he loathes the lack of hatred in your fixated stare.

“Is this a rejection?” You muse, a pathetic smile dancing across you face, “You’re four years late for that don’t you think?”

And Dazai smirks, mirroring your cynicism despite the rotting honesty in his pupils.

“I suppose it’s an acknowledgment.” He nods, and you shake your head.

“You’re cruel.”

And you could mistake the widening of Dazai’s smile as genuine if you were to ever be foolish enough to believe you could read his expressions.

You reach across to grab the half empty glass of liquor resting in-front of Dazai, he watches as you tip your head back and down it all, your face flushed with rusty determination.

You wipe your mouth when you finish.

“I thought you were cruel back then too y’know?” You mumble, looking down into the empty glass. Wincing as the after taste burns your throat.

“I thought you were beautiful.” Dazai muses, hand resting under his chin again.

And you shake your head, refusing to fall into the depths of his pretty words.

“You thought I was stupid.”

He smirks, “Think you’ve figured me out?”

His eyes are guarded despite his efforts of non-chalice, he’s cautious.

“I don’t think even you can do that.” Your words are hushed, eyes narrowing as you process the meaning behind your accusation.

He leans back, creating distance, you move your head to glance at him.

Resolution flickers across his face, he’s quick to conceal it, but you’ve already seen it.

“You’re making me sound quite complicated.” Dazai chuckles, it’s uncomfortable, and he glances at the bar briefly.

You nod but say nothing in return.

Moments pass, the silence stretching out for miles, an endless road. Your body aches as if you were the one walking it.

“The weretiger,” You begin, sighing, “You’re his..guardian?”

“I hate that word.” He mutters, and you’re shocked at the honesty of his tone, “Makes me appear selfless.”

“You have something to gain for looking after him?”

“I always have something to gain.”

Defeat quells the disappointment that thrives in your chest at his confession, wishing he would go back to blurring his truths.

You stretch your legs out in front of you, your foot nudges his own, neither of you move.

“I think I prefer it when you lie Dazai.”

He looks back at you, a pathetic smile dancing in his eyes.

“As do I.”

He reaches over, and takes your hand, it’s cold in his grasp.

You stare as he brings it towards himself, and kisses your knuckle delicately, his lips like wings of a moth across your bare skin.

Letting it fall, your hand drops to the cold surface of the table, he stands his face concealed as he turns, pushing in his chair.

You feel empty as he shakes his head, dropping his shoulders.

He doesn’t leave, he just stands looking at the strangers clamoured in the bar evasive to his turmoil. Your eyes stay fixated on him, and the slight curve of his back.

“Going after the Weretiger is futile.” Dazai remarks, “The Agency is too powerful.”

Wounded pride takes over and you tut, “The mafia far outranks every organisation in Yoko-”

“I wouldn’t lie about this Y/N.” His words halt your patriotism, your mouth closing abruptly. “For your own safety, avoid the ADA.”

His hair is messy, you think, still looking at the back of his head.

“You including me in this, by asking for only me, has made me important in the mafia for the first time since you left Dazai.” Your voice indignant, he turns to face you again, an eyebrow raised.

“Your need to feel important out trumps your need for safety?” He queries, and you fall silent, exposure crippling your farce of confidence.

Your face burns with the presentation of your pathetic motivations, you hate yourself once more, your chest rising and falling in loathing.

“It felt nice to be cared about.” You admit weakly, your arm sneaking around your own waist, clutching as your coat.

And Dazai watches your close in on yourself, a empty husk of a person before him.

He blinks, and considers his words carefully, gently regarding you with a look you couldn’t discern.

“I care far more than you think.” He replies and you nearly miss it, the movement of his body almost drowning out his confession as he begins to walk away, leaving you lost still sat on your chair.

A waitress approaches, gesturing at your empty glass, her voice is sweet as she asks if you want the bill.

“Sorry?” You question, forcing yourself out of your daze to look at her pretty face.

“The bill ma’am, for your drink?”

“It isn’t paid for already?” Confusion peaks out from your voice, and the waitress cocks her head.

“The gentleman who ordered it said you would pay for it…Um what was it he said?” She pauses, a finger going into her mouth as she tries to recall Dazai’s words.

“Oh yes! Said you would pay for it, like “old times”.”

You tilt your head back, and laugh, the waitress jumping at the sound of your preserved drunken humour.

“Damn bastard.” You say between breaths, shaking an apologetic hand towards her.

Nothing is right, everything is wrong, and yet, nostalgia forces your hand, and you reach in your pocket for coins.

They click together as you grasp them and the bar door closes as you hand her your change.

(A/N: THANK U FOR YHE REQUEST CAS ANON IM SO SO SO SORRY IT TOOK ME LIKE A MONTH TO WRITE THIS- i love you and i hope i did ok !!!! i listened to cas the entire time <3333)

it’s 1am and i’m taking an allergic reaction, my throat is really tight but I HAD TO FINISH THIS !!!!!!! so here we are- i love you all and pls stay safe and sleep <3 -kisses abby

[maybankswhore]

you look pretty , xavier thorpe

pairings: xavier thorpe x reader

summary: literally just xavier being absolutely smitten with you.

Your stomach was in knots as you followed Xavier to his shed. The two of you were assigned to be study partners , something the teacher’s would do sometimes to help conversation between peers and try and encourage socialization.

Xavier Thorpe had always been cute to you. He was the boy with the shaggy brown hair that every girl at school swooned over. He had charm and charisma without even trying.

The two of you hadn’t ever spoke before. You were always way too shy , brushing the idea of confrontation off as silly. He had girls like Bianca— who were so beautiful , so intelligent and strong. Xavier hadn’t ever really paid attention to you like that , and you didn’t blame him for it.

“I don’t bring many people here.” Xavier sighed as the two of you strolled up to his shed , small and barely noticeable sweat beads dripped down his neck. “But I think you’re trustworthy enough.”

You squinted your eyes. “What if I’m the exact opposite?”

Xavier paused for a minute and hummed , taking a millisecond to think it over before shrugging. “Little Y/N could never—” he teased and spun back around to unlock the door.

Little Y/N.

So small but enough to make your cheeks turn bright pink at the small admission of him noticing you , more than you thought he did.

You walked in behind him quietly. Xavier immediately started straightening up but it wasn’t too messy to begin with. You couldn’t stop looking at everything he drew , the style so uniquely Xavier Thorpe–like. He had a way to make the paintings look alive , in a way that wasn’t picture perfect but in a way where you could feel each scene he was imitating.

You must’ve gotten lost in being in awe—and it was also you being nosey– but Xavier cleared his throat to break you out of your trance. Your head shot up , embarrassment flooding you as you imagined how you must’ve looked just staring around his room.

You were so caught up in your own embarrassment that you hardly caught the light pink dusting Xavier’s cheeks. “They’re nothing special.” He shrugged , digging into his slack pockets casually.

“They’re beautiful.” You blurted to reassure him.

He gave you a soft smile in response , feeling his chest get heavy at the look of endearment on your face.

An awkward silence engulfed the both of you after that. Neither party knowing what to say or do now , still not used to the close proximity and hanging out thing. With butterflies in your stomach , you gave the room a look over before looking back to Xavier— who’s eyes were already on you.

“So you study the first section and I’ll study the second and we can regroup after and tell eachother about what we read.” Cracking a bit as you spoke , you made an offer so Xavier and you didn’t have to suffer in that silence any longer.

“Seating is—” Xavier’s mouth pulled together awkwardly. “Limited. Sorry.”

You shrugged and began sitting down where you wear standing , pulling things out of your notebook. “Then we can sit here that way we’re together.”

Xavier watched you sit and get to work , barely passing him another look. He could tell you were nervous , a bit shy towards him. Your scrunched up face and tired eyes made him smile lightly , appreciating how your hair framed the features of your face , accenting your best qualities.

Xavier bit his cheek and sat down , still looking at you. “I like your hair like that.” He commented easily , a knowing smirk pulling on his face as his compliment flustered you.

Afraid to meet his eyes you simply blushed and smiled at your textbook. “Thanks.”

Minutes past and you found yourself getting fidgety. Xavier’s eyes practically burned into your head as you tried focusing on the reading. You tried not to think too much about how you were sitting or how you looked as Xavier watched you. You tried to play it cool like all the movies had taught you.

You had a silly little crush like all the other girls at Nevermore. You were nothing special. Xavier was always nice.

Or that’s what you liked to tell yourself.

Pressing your lips firmly together , you took a deep breath and mustered the courage to look up at him. His green eyes finding yours almost instantly. He bubbled with amusement.

“Xavier! You haven’t read a thing yet.” You sighed. His textbook wasn’t even open.

“It’s just boring me.” He exasperated. “We’re at school all day and then we have to bring it to our personal time! We literally live here.”

You laughed and couldn’t help but agree. “That’s true. But I also don’t want to not study and end up having to live here forever.”

“Living at Nevermore forever?” Xavier blew air out of his cheeks. “Talk about nightmare fuel.”

“Tell me about it.” You giggled.

Xavier paused and smiled as he watched you laugh with him. He likes how your eyes were so expressive , and how easy you laughed. Even your laugh sounded pretty. He was taken by you.

“You’re really pretty , Y/N.” Xavier blurted , his eyes wide with surprise at himself. A boyish look on his face as he waited for your reaction.

Your heart swelled at his compliment , and your heart beat like crazy.

“So are you.” You breathed back. You smiled , and Xavier’s lips turned up even bigger. He felt pride swell in his chest that you thought that.

Your stomach swirled with butterflies and you could just feel something good was happening.

[barbarianprncess]

did you mean it?

read on ao3.

It’s a total of 3 significant events that led to this, her forehead knocked against his, breaths heavy and mingled, eyes wide and hearts bleeding.

It’s a total of 3 significant events that led to this, her forehead knocked against his, breaths heavy and mingled, eyes wide and hearts bleeding.

The first event isn’t really an event at all. It’s a prologue, necessary context to truly understand the monumentalism of this moment. It’s the memory of her eyes, piercing and reproachful, being the first thing that he saw after losing his mother. It’s shared trauma and oreos while they’re young and naive. It’s truces and training and growing up too soon together. It’s stargazing and stupid jokes saving eachother in every possible way. It's the culmination of the years Percy spent growing, learning, and being with Annabeth, and the unknown and therefore repressed feelings that came with it. Feelings are like the sea in that way, they don’t take well to being restrained. Percy has found that you cannot box in oceans or sentiments, they always find a way to spill over and out, with no regard for the destruction left in its wake.

The second event is Dionysus deciding on a whim that the inhabitants of his camp are ‘uncultured pests’ and taking it upon himself to set up a field trip for campers to the Ancient Greek Cultural Center in New York. (Percy thinks it’s really just to distract kids that were still shaken up about the battle at camp and the losses it caused. But, Dionysus would never say so. He’s far too proud to admit to caring for the children he’s been assigned to look after.) Argus loaded all the kids he could fit into the strawberry vans, as Chiron listed all the reasons this was a terrible idea. As it turns out, his worries were in vain as miraculously, no monsters attacked, and no mortal asked too many questions. No, instead, the only hitch in his plan was the glaring inaccuracies of the Center sending Dionysus into a fit of rage. He ranted for so long, their 2 hour long field trip ended up lasting until the place closed.

Event the third is the ridiculously long line leading to the mens room at the rundown gas station they’ve stopped at, causing Percy to traipse into the woods, deep enough to know that no one other than the squirrels were watching, and pee there. Unbeknownst to him, Annabeth had decided to take a quick walk in the forest as well, (in the opposite direction of his peeing endeavor) with the purpose of clearing her head. Both returned to the parking lot after 10 minutes, with no truck in sight. The gas station lights are turned off on the inside and the door sign has switched decidedly to closed. They look at each other in disbelief.

“Percy?”

“Yeah?”

“Uh...did they…”    

“They didn’t. They wouldn’t.”

“I think they would.”

“They would never-”

“I have pretty solid evidence to the contrary.” Annabeth deadpans, casually letting her hair loose and hopping on top of the miniature gas machine for motorcycles.

“But, how did-”

“No Argus.” Which means, no all-seeing eyes to double check the headcount. Percy begins to pace.

“Okay, but-”

“Two trucks.” Both of which are probably assuming Percy and Annabeth are on the other.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, gods.”

“Leave them out of this.”

“Those fuckers.”

“Which ones?” She asks. He looks up and she’s fighting a smile. He pointedly doesn’t notice the way her mouth curls up, or the way her hair falls around her shoulders and down her back, or how pretty she looks lit up by the neon red lights of the gas stations prices, which apparently doesn’t turn off when they close.

“Do you know something I don’t?”

“I know lots of things you don’t.”

“Ha-ha. I mean about how to get out of here.”

“Ohhhhh, let me think.” She wrinkles her nose in faux concentration, tilting her chin up towards  the sky. Percy is too annoyed to think it’s adorable. “Nope, not a clue.”

“Your phone?”

“Left it on the truck.”

“Iris message?”

“Percy, it’s dark as shit.” The laughter she’s been holding in comes pouring out. Nevermind that he feels his chest sigh in relief at hearing it for the first time since their quest, this is serious.

“You’re laughing.”

“Just a little.”

“You’re telling me, you don’t have a brilliant plan to get us on a truck.”

“Yes.”

“So, we’re stuck here.”

“Yes.”

“And you’re laughing?”

“You’re just really funny when you’re stressed.” She giggles. He can’t remember the last time she giggled. He missed it. He hates her.

“Oh my gods.”

“Okay, okay, look, I’m sorry. We’re halfway to camp right?” He nods. “I’m sure they’ll figure out we’re missing before they get all the way back to camp, but let's say, worst case scenario, they don’t-”

“Not helping-”

“And they make it the rest of the way back to camp. It took us four hours to get to the center, which means camp is two hours away, so if they make it the two hours back to camp before they realize we’re missing, and they drive back up-”

“C’mon ‘Beth, you know I suck at math.”

“We’re stuck here for five hours at most.”

“Five hours?”

“And that's if no passing cars let us use their phones to hurry the process up.”

“Five hours.”

She’s laughing again. “Seriously, what is so funny?”

“It’s just-” Her cheeks are red and she’s very poorly attempting to suppress her smile. “You’ve been calm in so many life or death situations, and being stuck at a gas station is what finally breaks through.”

“It’s nighttime.” She stares at him for a moment and then she’s laughing again, full bodied real laughter, and he's laughing too.

And it’s as if this gas station became their own personal Ogygia, an oasis, a resting place for them to be stupid kids again. And they don’t talk about the battle, or Rachel, or the volcano, or any of the million things set on tearing them apart. They talked about his mom getting serious about his new boyfriend, about Tyson’s underwater adventures and Grover’s searching shenanigans.

They smack talk with no real heat about who the better fighter is (Oh please, Seaweed Brain, I've been training since before you could tie your own shoes.), and argue about which ancient hero had the greatest journey (Hercules, are you kidding? Did you even read the myth?). They break into the gas station for snacks (What the fuck, Annabeth, where’d you learn to pick a lock? No, I wouldn’t prefer you break the glass, you psycho. Oh my gods, can you really break the glass?), and dissolve into giggles as they try to fit five drachma into the cash register.

They end up back outside sitting on the gas machines facing one another from three feet away.

“Your mom called me the other day.”

Percy, who’d been lazily squinting up at the murky sky, searching for any sign of stars, whipped his head to look at her. “What?”

“She called me on the phone. We talked for a bit. She said she wanted to make sure I was alright.”

“That sounds like something she would do.” He sighs and hops down from the machine, turning away from her, hoping to hide his blush from the dim light. “She cornered me on one of my off weekends, asked what was going on with us.”

“Oh.” He hears the shifting of fabric and assumes she followed him in sliding off the gas machine.

“Yeah.” It’s silent for a long time before she responds.

“What did you say?” She asks, her voice smaller than it was moments ago. He hears her scratching at the flat metal top of the machine. “When she asked, what did you say?”

He runs his finger through his hair, and one gets caught in a particularly large snarl. “Doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to me.” She whispers and gods he’s terrified but he really doesn’t have a choice when her voice wavers like that. Her words shake and every ounce of his being tells him to do whatever it takes to soothe it.

“I said we were fighting. That there wasn’t one sole reason for it, just a bunch of little reasons. I told her that I scared you when I….went away for two weeks last summer. And that you didn’t like bringing Rachel on your quest. I told her that we….. disagree about how to best handle Luke. That I probably wanted to protect you more than I wanted to listen to you.” She laughs softly and he blames what he says next on her laugh. It is the catalyst for everything that follows.

“I told her that we’d be okay. Because no matter what happens I’m always gonna love you.”

He hears her breath catch. He doesn’t have to look back to know she’s turned to face him fully. “Did you mean it?” She calls. He doesn’t answer. The words haven’t caught in his throat, they’ve spontaneously combusted in his vocal chords and he doesn’t think he’ll ever speak again.

The sound of gravel crunching gets closer until suddenly she's beside him, and he didn’t tell his torso to twist toward her, he thinks she might just be his center of gravity.

“Did you mean it?”

She’s looking up at him, and her hair smells like lemons, and her cheeks are pink, and her eyelashes go on for miles, and her sunspots are better than stars. And it’s as if she pulls the words right out of him, he’s hypnotized by everything about her.

“Of course I meant it.”

She exhales and closes her eyes and while he mourns the loss of the sight, his body moves on it’s own accord again and he’s edging closer and closer and she opens her eyes and here they are.

Their noses brush, and this time he closes his eyes, and their noses brush just so, and…

Whoa.

He was wrong, it wasn't just those three significant events that to her forehead knocked against his, breaths heavy and mingled, eyes wide and hearts positively bleeding. It’s clear he’s been waiting his entire life for this moment at this shitty gas station.

Waiting for this. Waiting for her.  

They kiss for a moment or an eternity, and they fit. His hands are on her hips and hers clutch at his shirt before sliding up to his throat, and it’s like his soul is whispering, oh there you are.

And then she’s pulling back, so she has just enough space to shake her head without disconnecting from his forehead.

She's breathless when she whispers, “This is a bad idea.”

His hands trail up and down her forearm of their own accord, and when he whispers back he’s breathless too. “Yeah, really bad idea.”

Her hands slide up from his chest to his shoulders, and then she’s kissing him again, with purpose, and he’s kissing back like his life depends on it because he thinks it might, thinks if he lets go of her he’d die on the spot.

It seems his theory might get tested when she pulls back again just far enough to whisper against his lips, “Is it always like that?”

He kisses her again, once, twice, because he can’t help it and whispers back, “I don’t know, you were my first kiss.”

He’d released any serious hold he had on her the moment she hesitated, but then she’s rocking back up to meet him halfway and his entire body thinks thank the gods. He actually sighs his relief into her mouth, as his hands desperately reach for her face, some fingers tangling in her hair, and their lips are magnets, opposites that don’t have a choice but to pull together. Despite how much he wants to keep doing this forever, he has to tell her.

“I don’t wanna lose you, again.” He means not ever, but he figures she understands the severity in his voice. She’s running her hand through his hair, and his slide up and down her back, and she knocks her nose against his as she answers, “I know, me either. I’m confused, this is confusing me.” And she tilts her chin just so, like she did a million years ago, and this time he kisses her.

They kiss for an infinity, he gets to taste her laughter when she giggles at the absurdness of it all, and it’s better than ambrosia. He kisses her until he doesn’t know anything else, until his entire universe is Annabeth Chase, with her cheeks and her curls and her lips. She is everything.

And then headlights penetrate their universe, voices bring an end to their infinity, and Chiron is speaking but it’s nothing, it’s all white noise because she’s no longer in his arms, and his center of gravity is being ripped away and he hears someone ask, “What’d you guys do?”

He’s still looking at her face when she answers, “You know, tried not to strangle each other mostly.”

But, she looks back before she turns all the way around and her gaze is charged and her lips quirk with the secret they share.

He is so screwed.

[muffindaddystyles]

I WANT TO CHANGE MATTRESSES FOR YOU.

Somethings doesn’t not change. People doesn’t want to change them, morelike. Harry’s one of those people – he hates to stumble away from his routine, it makes him fussy and grumpy all over.

If he’s not waking up early and going out for a run – getting a nice sweat, his whole day gets ruined --- he likes things in specific order -- brekkie and dinners always with his lovie’, three kisses in the morning minus the infinite pecks, cuddles without socksies, cold showers and lavender oils are must –-- brushing their teeth together and doing their skincare at night together.

Intimacy of little things.

He’s with that with materialistic things too. Most of them holds zillion of memories from him --- others, well for others he despises the ‘getting used to them’ phase and the complains of himself that comes with it —-- so he always feels like it’s better to keep things in good condition and use it for a long time.

Just like this darn mattress they’ve fights over every night and day.

Right now when they’re standing infront of the mattress shop he doesn’t seem very convincing while Y/N looks like she just saw the miracle of the year.

Harry’s lips are downturned into grumpy expression, his brows pinched together out of annoyance and he groans at the top of his lungs when she tugs him inside with a squealish noise.

“See? You really need to get rid of that dumpster mattress.” She turns to face him, grinning when he moaned the instant they jumped atop this spongiest of mattress and he speaks through closed eyes -- as if he’s manifesting, “Don’t call my mattress garbage .....”

Y/N just pouts. He’s really that stubborn. Despite, of how much she whined and complained to him that his mattress causes her a back ache and sprains her neck —-- because the springs poke into her like damn mini dicks – he still refuses to buy a new one.

She squeals happily and almost straddles him when he announces with a dimply loopy grin, “’Kay maybe we're buying it.” She clasps her hands together on top of her chest in awe of her boyfriend and grabs his cheeks to squish them and bring him for a kiss.

Unfortunately her happiness wasn’t meant to be last when the salesman told him about the price and yet again ...... he denied to buy it.

She grunts. Jumping back on her feet and tries to convince him, “Harry c’mon don’t be s' stubborn now -- bub.” The gentleness in her voice on the verge of cracking and exposing him the terrifying wild-cat side of her.

“And mattresses are life time investment -- you know?” Her tone sugary but the involuntary tap of her foot makes Harry arch a brow sceptically at her, she’s boiling from inside, ready to blast her lid away, “I’m not spending shit loads of money on some springs and goose gunk!” He whines throwing his arms in air and she couldn’t believe if that’s her Harry or some miser in his replacement.

“Feathers.” She corrects him and he mutters a ‘whatever’ under his breath so she inhales a huge nourishing puff of oxygen to think rationally and make him understand.

The intimacy of sleep.

Y/N loves the intimacy of sleep -- their bodies just sinking into the mattress and pillows, getting swallowed by cool sheets and warm blankets -- sharing a cuppa tea or biscuits before going to bed —-- snuggling like kittens or puppies into eachother -- low murmurs of breath and feathery I love yous. Waking up in the morning and having their skins kiss eachother, pray in eachother’s presence and love on eachother to make their every day special —-- cuddling till any of them really had to pee bad and eating breakfast in the bed. Getting it stained and one of them assures the other to not to worry about it and after when they couldn’t get rid of it – walking together to laundry.

Just the innocent intimacy of sharing a bed —-- it brings them together – makes them feel eachother —-- like they’re soaked into eachother.

Harry’s not being able to catch the point.

“Harry just imagine one day I wouldn’t wake up all tired and —--,” She’s now proper frowning and he cuts her off, “That’s from my cock Sweetheart.” She shakes her head and fists her hands by her sides to hold her back from wiping that damn smirk off his gorgeous face.

So, she continues, “And I wouldn’t even have to sneak from your arms every night and sleep on the couch, then come back in the morning –- you know how much I love cuddles ........” Harry’s jaw meets the floor at her newest revelation and she stops her rant mid-way when he gasps loudly and dramatically, She slaps her forehead because shit – this was a secret between her and their cat who used to give her judgemental stares every night.

“You what?” He squints his peepers narrow at her – hands on his hips and she shrugs mousey-ly, “It’s your fault ... I mean you’re the one who’s not buying a new mattress and not even letting me buy it.” Their argument heating up a tad and y/n just wants to push him on one these beds right now and knock some senses into him.

She gives him a horrified expression when he grumps curtly and forwards his palm, making a come heather motion, “Give me my cuddles back.” She huffs folding her arms infront of her chest and glares him --– craning her neck up to look at him —- for how fucking tall he’s from her and copies him.

“Then give me my kisses back –- including the one I just gave you right now, for no reason.” She tugs his cardigan angrily. His pupils blow away comically.

They both know that they’re behaving childish and it would take them an infinite amount of time to get what they’re asking for.

“Seriously?” He groans howlishly and she nods, quipping nonchalantly, “Yes seriously.”

Harry’s just finding excuses to not to buy a new mattress. He has money. He even likes it. It’s real comfy. He just is accustomed to getting his spine poked with springs.

“It’s useless to argue with you, ‘m going – follow me or I’ll kick your ass.” She warns him. Jabbing a finger at his chest and he squeaks rubbing the stinging spot and kisses his teeth, “Fine!”

She glances him from her shoulder and shouts an equally frustrated, “Fine!” barging through sliding doors and Harry tugs at his roots and kicks the foot of bed.

Though, when she’s towing her feet in the space of her threshold and letting her shoes fly to different spots messily, -- bolting up the stairs grumpily and crashes into the bed —-- she yawps squeakily and then nuzzles herself more into the mattress —-- because fuck she might be hallucinating about it ‐-- she’s that exhausted but when Harry comes leaning against the doorframe with a soft smile and thudding heart upon the bean sized sight of his baby –-- he’s carnating into heaven.

“Oh my god –-... what ...--- how? What the hell, Harry!!” She giggles jumping on their new mattress and ushers him closer, they hold hands tightly galloping on it as high as possible – Harry’s head hitting the ceiling each time -- they do a lil dance letting the bed creak and make funny noises.

Their laughter echoing against their walls and she slinks her elbows around the nook of his neck, pushes him down and makes them fall with a bounce.

He tickles his button nose up her cheek and murmurs against her skin pecking it, “Just when y’left – made me realise an empty bed would be worse than some goose-y one.” Her breath comes shuddery at that and her lips quivers up into a wet smile -- heart quops when he sighs lovingly pushing her closer to him.

“I love you lovie' more than any mattress —,” He nibbles at the fleshy inside of his cheek and leaves it to smudge his lips against hers, “—- I want to change mattresses fo’ you if it means -- we could do it till we're grey and wrinkly.” His calloused hand comes caring up her throat and moulds into her warm cheek – staring into her glinting eyes deeply ... with utmost affection and love, and devotion as if she hung the moons of Jupiter and Saturn.

His lips wets the corners of her petal like lips first then .. tastes her cupid bow before completely surrendering himself to her and kisses her passionately sipping her sweet noises of his name and her confessions of love for him; down his belly making him feel warm and bubbly.

They separate with a smooching noise and she grins against his chin, “You really talk some sexy shit, don’t you?” He pouts then breaks into a bunny grin –-- grunting when she shoves his shoulders down and straddles up his chest –- cradles his face and dots kisses down his temple to his sweet spot, takes his earlobe in her mouth and twirls it with her tongue.

“We deserve some good fucking, let’s inaugurate our new mattress.” He moans at that, “Fuck yes.” and paws at her hips hungrily but she smacks it away with a glower.

“This’s for being a bad boy at the store.”

Harry just knows. He’s about to get tortured to no orgasm or getting railed till he’s a crying mess, none in between.

[aliendes]

BTS reaction to daddy kink

BTS reaction to daddy kink

From this ask: can we get a reaction to daddy kink pls? Ty!

Hi, full disclosure: I am not fond of daddy kink stuff (i say before i wrote this), for myself. I have absolutely nothing against someone having it, obvi I’m writing about it, but I just thought you should know I have zero experience with this cause it’s not my cup of tea, so it might be horrible. I’m sorry lol. I tried to make these all pretty different, but at the end of the day, it’s the same kink so sorry if it seems repetitive! Also, I know Yoongi’s is a real light daddy kink, but that Yoongi is the Yoongi we all need when we’re feeling stressed, amiright? unedited as per usual. ENJOY!!

Warnings: daddy kink, bdsm themes, unprotected sex (wrap it up bois), fingering, use of toys, oral (m&f receiving), cockwarming but it’s a punishment muahaha, cum eating, spanking, cuckolding & voyeurism but it kinda turns into a threesome oops but it’s super wholesome and like kinda cute?  

Word count: 3.7k ~ woooooo

You and Jin were backstage at a music show the boys were performing at later, catching up before he had to get his makeup done. It started innocent enough, walking around the hallways, talking about weekend plans, until you decided to tease him a little bit. You would let your hand brush up against his crotch, bend over in front of him seductively, or bite at his earlobe. After a little while of your teasing, Jin had had enough and pulled you into a supply closet, demanding you get on your knees.

Really, this is exactly what you wanted. You wanted to help him relax a little before this performance, since he was a little nervous about this new choreography. And what better way to do that than to suck your boyfriend off in a closet?

“Fuck, princess,” he moaned, quietly, head falling back against a shelf, “you little tease. This is what you wanted, isn’t it, naughty girl.”

You nodded your head up and down as best you could with his massive cock shoved down your throat. Your eyes were watering as the head of his cock bumped the back of your throat with each bob of your head, a burning sensation growing in your jaw. But you didn’t care, you were relishing in the fact that your boyfriend was falling apart above you.

Jin’s hand came up from his side and tangled into your head, pushing you harder onto his cock, nose brushing against his pubic bone, as you gagged a little, “Fuck, so messy,” he grunted, “whose cock makes you this messy, princess?”

He was looking down at you, expecting an answer. You popped off his dick, his hand in your hair relaxing a bit, “You, daddy,” your voice was a little rugged, “only you.” Your voice was a little whiny and he loved it, pushing your head back onto him. You took his length inside your wet mouth again, swallowing once he was fully seated in your throat.

“God, princess,” he was close, you could tell by the way his hips were starting to roll and his words were slurring, “you suck daddy’s cock so well.” You moan around his cock, pulling a groan from his lips and he squeezes his eyes shut. “M’cumming,” his words were stuttered, breathless. 

Jin pushed your face hard onto his dick, cumming in hot spurts down your throat. You greedily swallowed around him, taking every last drop he offered to you, before pulling off of him with a ‘pop’. He was panting, trying to catch his breath as he offered you a hand to pull you up. Once you were on your feet, he pulled you into a sweet kiss.

“Thank you, princess,” he mumbles into your mouth, “I really needed that.”

“I know,” you said with a wink.

Mornings are your favorite time of day with your boyfriend, Yoongi. He was always so busy during the day, even late into the night when he spent time at his studio, rather than at your shared apartment. But eventually, he would find his way back home to you, and mornings were a guaranteed moment to spend together.

This morning, Yoongi is fast asleep next to you, light snores coming from his slightly open mouth. The morning sun is streaming in through the parted blinds of your master bedroom, highlighting Yoongi’s sharp jawline. You adore moments like this, being able to just enjoy him without having to share him with anyone else, or having him be pulled away for this or that. 

Carefully, you reach your hand out and brush his dark hair out of his face, a soft smile on your face. Yoongi sucks in a sharp breath and you startle for a moment, before he opens his eyes, squinting at you. “Morning,” he grunts as he rolls on his back, patting his chest as an invitation, “I missed you.”

You quickly crawl over to him, slotting yourself right on top of him, straddling his hips. As you seated yourself on top of him, you felt his morning wood brush up against your panty clad core, sending a shot of arousal through you and pulling a soft moan from his lips. Smirking down at your boyfriend, you roll your hips lightly into him. “I missed you too,” you lean down to place a kiss on his lips before whispering, “daddy.”

A dark look takes over his features as he trails his hands over the globes of your ass, giving a gentle squeeze. You were both still tired, sex usually pretty lazy in the morning. “Mmm, baby girl,” he moans, massaging your ass cheeks with his large hands, “what do you want?”

You whine as one of his hands slips lower, brushing against your core momentarily. “I’m sleepy,” you pout, pushing your bottom lip out slightly. 

He chuckles at your disposition, fingertips still tickling your center. “Let me make you feel good, yeah?” he questions, fingers teasing the hem of your cotton panties. You lean down and press your lips softly against his.

“Ok,” you whisper, nodding your head and brushing your noses together, “make me feel good daddy.”

Yoongi lets out a low growl, pushing your panties to the side and stroking his fingers up and down your slit. It’s soft and sweet, the way he rubs your pussy. He’s not trying to get you off, just trying to make you feel good, just like he promised. You whimper against his lips, kissing him softly, no tongue, no teeth. Just sweet kisses. 

“Feel good?” he asks, punctuating it with a kiss. 

He slips a single finger into your heat, languidly stroking against your walls. “Mmm,” you moan, “yes, so good.” You weren’t even trying to play a role at this point, the pleasure he was giving you so real, you were getting lost in the moment. He kisses you again, smiling against your lips. 

The two of you spend your morning just like that, kissing each other and making eachother feel good with light touches and massages. Mornings really were your favorite times to spend with your boyfriend.

Hoseok was seated at his desk chair inside his studio, typing away at his computer. It was a normal day for him, other than the fact that he had his dick out and you were currently sitting on top of it, pussy dripping down onto his shorts. 

“H-Hobi-” you lean your head against his shoulder, “p-please, please Hobi.” You’re whining, begging, but you don’t care. He’s had his cock fully sheathed inside you for the last twenty minutes and hasn’t moved or let you touch yourself. You guess this is what you get for jokingly flirting with the maknaes earlier.

Hoseok tapped his leg against the floor, sending his member jolting up into your cervix once, before settling again. “Ah!” you scream, probably loud enough for Yoongi to hear next door, “Ho-” you couldn’t finish that sentence, another jolt from his cock making you scream again. There are tears streaming down your face now, eyes squeezed tight.

“Hmm, do you hear something?” he asks no one in particular. 

“D-daddy,” you whimper as his leg settles back down again, more tears springing from the corners of your eyes, “daddy, p-please.”

“Please what, princess?”

“Please, f-fuck me,” you sob.

“Mm, I don’t think you deserve it, baby,” he’s still looking straight at his computer screen, eyes never once straying away, “with the way you were sitting on Kookie’s lap earlier, it seems like you want him to fuck you.” You knew it was an act, he didn’t really think you wanted to sleep with his friends, but he loved this power dynamic in the bedroom.

“No daddy, n-no one fucks me like y-you,” you whisper, about to bite into Hoseok’s shoulder, but you remember you’re being punished right now, “no one makes me feel l-like you do.”

“I know darling, but you were a very naughty girl-” he closes the screen of his laptop “-and naughty girls deserve to be punished.” His voice was sweet, too sweet. He’s rubbing a soothing circle against your back as he finally looks you in the eye, “And I plan on punishing you all night.”

“Say it again,” Namjoon says as he comes up from your pussy to take a breath, “tell me who owns this pussy.” His voice was rough, low with lust.

“Daddy!” you shriek as he delves his tongue back between your folds, lapping up the juices from your previous three orgasms, “Daddy! Please! It’s t-too much!” 

Namjoon doesn’t listen to you, bringing two fingers up to your slit and gathering your wetness before plunging into you once more. He instantly curled his digits up into your g-spot, pressing hard as he sucked your clit between his teeth. 

“Fuck!” You yelp, back arching off the bed. Namjoon’s large hand came up and held your abdomen down, biting gently against your incredibly swollen bud. He pulls away for a moment, fingers still pumping into you.

“I know you got one more baby girl,” he husks, “squirt for me.” He attaches his lips to your clit again. The pain slowly dissipates into pleasure again, the feeling intense as you clamp down against his fingers, screaming out a string of curses.

Namjoon’s tongue is tensed, violently licking against your clit as you cum for the fourth time, squirting all over his face and hand. He works your through your orgasm, fingers stilling inside you, mouth greedily lapping up your release. You’re panting heavily, eyes glazed staring up at the ceiling. Namjoon pulls back from you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he crawls over you.

“Think you got another one?”

Riding Jimin was one of your favorite pastimes, and it was how you were currently spending your evening. Your boyfriend was sitting on the couch, some drama playing in the background, as you grind your hips down onto him. His hands were on your lips, lightly rubbing up and down. His head was thrown back, eyes shut as he got lost in your pleasure.

“You’re so good to me, baby,” he sighs, “so perfect.”

You bring your hand up and run it through his bubblegum pink hair, tugging slightly until he opens his eyes to stare at your through hooded lids. You slow the movement of you hips down and instead opt for moving them in a circular motion, letting his curved cock rub against your walls. “Mmm,” you whine, “fuck me, daddy.”

Jimin’s previous calm aura flips into something devilish, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. What he thought was lazy evening sex just turned into something more. “Yeah?” he asks, gripping onto your hips hard enough to bruise, “need me to take care of you baby girl?”

You nod, whining again as his cock rubs against your sweet spot with a particularly hard roll of your hips. Without warning, Jimin lifts you up off of him until only the head of his dick is still inside you, and starts to relentlessly pound into you, “Fuck, your pussy is amazing,” he praises, “touch yourself for daddy.”

You moan at his words, hand coming down to push into your swollen clit. Your eyes travel south, watching as his thick cock disappears into your body, the sight enough to send you over the edge. You clench around him, head thrown back as you cum. The visual of you, eyes shut, tits bouncing with the force he’s fucking into you with, and the way you squeeze him sends him hurtling too, cumming as his hips stutter against yours.

As you both come down from your high, Jimin picks you up and carries you down the hallway to the bedroom, “Let me clean you up properly, baby girl,” he whispers, laying you down on your bed, cock slipping out of you as his body slips between your legs, eyeing your messy cunt with a lusty hunger, “we’re just getting started.”

“Ah! A-ah,” you yelp as Taehyung’s large hand comes down on your already reddened ass cheek, “daddy please!”

“Please what, baby girl?” His deep voice makes you wetter than you already are, dripping onto the floor from where you’re bent over the bathtub. He hasn’t touched you where you need him most yet. 

“Please touch me, daddy,” you whine as he slaps you again.

“Mm, you’re literally dripping all over the floor, doll,” he tsks, “making such a mess. I don’t think you deserve to be pleasured.” His tone was cocky, teasing you as his hand makes contact with your skin again. As you try to turn around to get a look at his handsome face, he smacks your ass harder than he has all night. “Eyes forward,” he demands.

You obey instantly, screaming from the pain he’s inflicting upon you. There are tears running down your face at this point, willing to do anything to feel some relief on your clit. “Pl-please,” you whimper, hand falling until your forehead rests against the cool porcelain, “d-daddy.”

You sound so pathetic. Taehyung's cock is twitching in his jeans. He lands one more harsh slap to your ass before quickly unzipping his jeans and letting his weeping cock fall out. He can see the way your juices are dripping out of you and decides you don’t need, or deserve prepping, and shoves his cock into you, bottoming out almost immediately. 

You cry out, in pain or pleasure you aren’t sure, as Taehyung lets you get used to his size, you start to feel a pleasurable stretch in your walls. You let out a sigh of relief at finally having something inside your aching cunt. 

Taehyung leans down over you, chests flush against your back and whispers, “I’m gonna fucking ruin you, baby girl.”

You were being a brat. You knew it, Jungkook knew it, hell Jimin down the hall probably knew it. You were protesting Jungkook all night, arguing with him about petty things to rile him up on purpose. While he was acting mad, you knew he secretly (not so secretly) loved it. 

Once he had enough of your attitude during movie night, he ordered you to go to his room and wait for him. You knew this was code for “you better be naked in the next two minutes”, so you ran off to prepare to get fucked, just like you had been wanting. You were naked, kneeling on the center of his bed, just like he liked when he walked in. 

What you hadn’t expected was for Jungkook to have Seokjin with him. You quickly tried to cover your breasts with your arms, crossing over your chest, letting out a surprised gasp. Seokjin didn’t look away like you expected him to, but instead stared into your eyes with a hunger you’ve never seen in him before.

“You’ve been a bad girl, YN,” it was Jungkook who spoke first, circling the bed. Your eyes followed him warily, mouth slightly parted and eyes wider than full moons. “I know you’ve been testing me,” his eyes were dark, “so I don’t think you deserve to get fucked by daddy tonight.” 

Was he being serious? The two of you had talked about cuckolding before, Jungkook telling you it was a turn on of his, but you didn’t expect it to come into play tonight. “Jung-” you started but were quickly cut off by your boyfriend.

“Who?” his tone was sinful, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.

“Daddy?” you tried.

“Yes, baby,” his voice softened, but his eyes did not, “and you will refer to your oppa as ‘sir’. Tell me you understand.”

This was him giving you an out, eyes observing your features for any hesitancy. “Yes, daddy,” you whisper before looking at Seokjin who was now wearing a smirk, “sir.”

Jungkook smiled at your obedience before looking at his elder. “You use a condom, and if she says stop, you stop. Got it?” You watch the brief exchange between the two with lust filled eyes. Seokjin nodded, patting the younger on the back, taking a condom from his pocket. Were they planning this? Jungkook walks back over to you, placing a chaste kiss to your forehead, “I’ll be right over there, ok?” he whispers in your ear, forgetting his role for a moment. You nod.

Seokjin strips his pants, leaving his boxers on as he pushes them down just enough for his cock to spring out. Your mouth is watering at the sight of his pretty pink tip, oozing with precum you know you’ll never have a chance to taste. You watch in awe as he rolls the condom over his length before gently pushing you back on the bed. “On your knees, princess.” You obey immediately, flipping over and scrambling to get on your hands and knees. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see your boyfriend sitting in his desk chair, cock in hand, lazily stroking himself as the sight of you about to be fucked by his friend. You jolt as you feel Seokjin run a crooked finger up your slit and dip into your pussy. You clench around his digit as he hums in satisfaction. “You ready for me?” he asks. You nod in response, looking to Jungkook.

“Use your words, baby girl,” you boyfriend husks.

“Yes, sir,” you murmur, resting your forehead against the cool sheets as Seokjin pushes his length into your clenching pussy. 

“God, she’s so tight Jungkook,” he grunts as he sheaths himself inside you, stilling for a moment at the feeling, “you get to fuck this every night?”

Jungkook chuckles from his spot in the corner of the room, “Yeah, you better savor it cause this is never happening again.”

“Ah, we’ll see about that,” Jin laughs, pulling almost all the way out of you before slamming his hips into you, “we’ll let her decide when I’m done with her. Isn’t that right, princess?”

“Yes, sir!” you whine as he begins fucking into you.

“Don’t push it,” you heard Jungkook rasp, making Jin laugh again. 

Jin fucks you hard and fast, a stark difference to how Jungkook takes his time with you, makes you feel amazing under his care. It’s not that Jin wasn’t fucking you well, he was, it just wasn’t the same. His cock was long and thick, and felt nice inside you, but you needed more. Jungkook, being the loving and doting boyfriend he always has been, notices this. Getting up from his seated position, he walks over to his dresser and pulls something out. Your head is still resting against the bed, bouncing forward with every thrust of Jin’s hips so you don’t notice Jungkook’s approach until you feel the bed sink next to you. You look up and meet your boyfriend’s kind eyes, making you smile at him.

“Want some help, baby girl?”

Jin’s thrusts are becoming more and more erratic as he nears his edge. You nod quickly, “Yes, p-please, daddy,” you whine, the feeling of Jin’s cock almost getting you there. 

“Hyung,” Jungkook grabs the elder’s attention, “angle your hips up a bit.”

It was a simple thing, but Seokjin listens and instantaneously you feel his bulbous tip rub against your sweet spot with each thrust, making you scream out in pleasure. “Fuck,” you hear Jin moan behind you, “I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Better, baby?” Jungkook asks, stroking your hair.

“Y-yes, oh fuck, daddy!”

“Daddy’s got you,” Jungkook whispers as he leans down on the bed. His hand travels down your front and you feel the soft silicone of your favorite vibrator push against your clit. You gasp at the forgein feeling, but immediately lose yourself to the pleasure when Jungkook clicks it on. “Let go for us, baby girl,” he groans in your ear, losing himself at the sight of your eyes rolling back in your head, mouth parted in a silent scream. 

You feel Jin still inside you, his cock twitching as he cums into the rubber. You aren’t far behind, as Jungkook motions for his friend to stay seated inside your heat so you can cum. Your boyfriend clicks the vibrator up another notch, sending sparks flying on your insides. You clench hard around Jin who winces at the overstimulation, but remains where he is. Jungkook talks you through your orgasm, removing the toy as soon as you start to come down to avoid over stimulating you. Seokjin silently pulls out of you while you’re distracted by your boyfriend and quickly pulls his pants on, sneaking out the door to leave the two of you alone. 

Once he’s gone, Jungkook gathers you up in his arms and lays back against his headboard, holding you close to his chest. “How do you feel, baby girl?” he asks, brushing your hair out of your face and kissing your cheeks. 

“Mm,” you mumble, “amazing. Thank you, daddy.”

Jungkook nuzzles against your hair as you realize something, “Wait! You didn’t cum,” you gasp, looking up at his sweet doe eyes. He blushes slightly, pursing his lips.

“Yeah - I did. When you came, actually,” he smiled at you, “I love seeing you like that, YN. It’s why I wanted to try this in the first place.”

“Yeah? How did you like it?”

His brow furrows. “I don’t think we’re gonna do it again,” he growls, “daddy’s the only one who can make you feel that good.”

You feel his cock twitch against your bare ass, “Can daddy make me feel good again?”

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Soulmate Au

Before you meet your soulmate you have to deal with a chibi version of them before actually meeting them. So can he handle it?

Dabi's point of view

Reader's view.

He grew up hearing that soulmates were a waste. Not everyone got together with the suppose love of your life, he was warned of that before his father discovered that... his quirk was almost perfect, almost... after this, he had to deal until the day he escaped from home a abusive and toxic family...

Reaching his 18 years old he was living on shelters and streets, during these times due to fighting for his own survival, his scars had marked half of his face and almost all of his body... damn the universe for giving him such a self destructive quirk...

During these times, he also saw many of people getting scared at the sudden appearance of the said chibis or carrying the little things around with eachother... their love was real? Could he really believe that?

His mother always encourage him and his younger sibling thhat they were getting their soulmates despite his father's harsh words.... But how coul someone like him have a soulmate? It was better this way... alone. He was better off alone and with no one with him.

Now, being part of the league of the villain came the said topic about chibis which always leaved him a little pissed off. Toga was rambling about that green haired kid from the USJ again, and he was so tired and annoyed that he got off from the couch and went to his quarters, merely flipping Spinner and Compress off when they asked him where he was going.

Closing the door, he let himself drop on what was suppose to be his bed with a sigh before he heard a sound. He tried to ignore it, but the constant squeaking was getting him crazy...

"Wanna play cat and mouse fucking rat? Let's make a barbecue then." He lighten his hand on fire before getting up with a gruff and looking at the corner of his small room to see a little person there, looking up at him.

"The hell?" He muttered as he tried to burn the thing but they squeaked and ran off to jump on his bed.

Looking at them with boredoom, he sighed and tried to aproach again, no more with his quirk activated in a attempt to not scare the poor thing again... Narrowing his eyes at its it only blinked at him before opening a open smile... Letting him know how much he was fucked and how those mom's stories were indeed true...

There in front of him was his chibi.

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Despite trying to hidding it from everyone in the league, eventually they spotted him trying to get away from the chibi whose was trailing behind him. A sense of anger and jealousy burned inside him as Twice and Spinner talked and tried to at least poke at the chibi's cheeks, whose always squeaked in protest and ran towards him.

"Dammit Dabi! Your chibi is really clingy!" Spinner whined as Dabi only stared nonchantly at the chibi on his ankle.

"You can have it." He mumbled in annoyance before he walked out with the damn chibi on him.

The chibi suddenly squeaked and ran after something before coming back with a note of money... He hadn't notice it before and coincidentally he had complained to himself a bit yesterday that he was out of money... and there it was his chibi always glued to him with a smile offering it to him.

"Thanks.." he said with a smirk while kneeling down and grabbing as he widened his eyes at the kiss they blew at him... "Oh fucking god you're cute." He muttered whiel trying not to chuckle at it.

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Weeks had passed and he tried to find his soulmate even on the day time as he walked with his chibi chilling on his shoulder... yet all in vain. It had been almost months already yet he hadn't found the actual version of doll.

"Neee Dabi???" Toga cooed behind him as he toon another gulp of his drink with his chibi swinging their legs up and down on his shoulder "Let me see that chibi of yours real quickly?"

"You psyco dont touch my doll." He muttered nonchantly as he finsihed his alcohol as Toga squealed.

"awww you call it doll! That's even cuter-" in one quick montion she snatched the chibi on his shoulder and aimed the knife to their little throat "I'm just curious about how it looks their blood after all!"

"Give them back right now you brat-" Dabi grunted while standing up before Shigaraki appeared out of no where and holded the chibi by their arm as they emmited a sound of pain.

"Such a bothering little thing. Tell me again why you're keeping this?" He showed the chibi with more emphasis as flames surrounded the indigo haired man's shoulders, arms and hands.

"Give. Them. Back." He growled the worlds as shigaraki only looked at Kurogiri before sighing at the way the golden orbs squinted abjt before throwing the chibi at Dabi.

"If you like playing with dolls whatever, as long as it doesn't bother us anymore." Dabi scowled at his boss before walking quickly to his room and placing the chibi carefully down.

"Fucking hell.. does it hurt?" The chibi only looked up at him with teary eyes but shocked their head while waving the arm.

"But does it hurt my soulmate?" He asked and felt a pain of guilt surround him as the chibi nodded sadly and hugged his scarred hand when he seemed down.

"... well." He smirked while cupping the chibi and already putting on his disguise "At least now I will finally know my real dollface." The chibi squeaked in glee before jumping out of his hand and grabbing his sunglasses and offering to him.

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He walked carefully on the street and occasionally scoffed at some heroes doing patrols on the day light. The chibi grabbed on his ear suddenly and squeaked loudly as he groaned.

"What now?" He grunted while rubbing hjs now sore ear as the chibi squeaked more and more before he blinked and cursed out loud when they simply jumped away from him and ran towards teb entrance of the hospital.

"Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit-!" Just about when he went to call out for them, he accidentally bumped into someone, somehow hard enough to make both of him and the other person to fall straight to the floor.

He went to curse them out before he gasped at seeing his vision clear, he was without his sunglasses and went immediately to take them before he felt another warm touch on his hand to make joist of electricity roll over all his body from hand to head and toe.

The first thing he notice when he looked up was his own little shit of a chibi hugging a squirt version of himself... then he saw his soulmate... By God, no offense to the chibi version... hit you were way more prettier and beautiful than them.

He wished the moment could have last longer before he noticed a few people staring as he cursed under his breath, ignoring your attempts to apologize as he spoke:

"Here." He offered his hand to help you up, lifting your body up and trying not to wince and furrow his eyebrows at seing that you had actually an injury arm because of him not protecting your chibi enough "We wouldn't want any other person to see us."

"I-I sure." You nodded following him to a more secluded place, your chibis trailing after you both.

On a dark alley, he prepared himself mentally to show you his face... surely you weren't idiot enough to not know who he was and what he did... and he surely wasn't the best candidate to be someone's else soulmate... after all, he was a broken soul... not enough to anyone.

"You arent dumb. You know already who I am and what do I look like-" he turned to you, shoving his hood down to show you his face "Right? Dollface?"

He expected everything... you to flinch, scream or cringe at his appearance. Despite you seing how he was as a chibi, he knew that the real deal was horrible... yet, he felt your soft and gentle hands cup his face as while he could see the sincerity and love behind those beautiful (E/c) orbs.

"You're the most beautiful man I ever saw... You know how much I've been waiting to see you?"

Those words made him smile... right there, on the middle of alley that could hide you both, chibis on the ground staring up at you two... he knew. He knew that the person he was holding their wrist and looking lovingly at them...

Was his soulmate.

[ddaengyoonmin]

Real

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Theme: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, fake dating!au

a/n: for my writing request game! Its just a fluffy yoongi fic.  super unedited

Warnings: none that I can think of but as always please let me know if you’d like something added <3

Word Count: 1.3k

Growing up your families had always been close.  People had joked that the two of you would one day grow up to be married.  You’d both turn up your noses in disgust, laughing at how ridiculous of a thought that was.

Even when you’d gotten into college your family’s jokes at shared dinners continued.  Especially since the two of you had always remained single.

It was always so embarrassing when they’d make small comments.

“Doesn’t Yoongi just look so handsome tonight y/n?” getting overly mentioned in teasing tones and the other way around for you.

There was a point where the embarrassment had stopped being because you found the idea of dating Yoongi ridiculous.  You found yourself now getting warm in the cheeks at the mention of his name.  Your ears would instantly pick up on any conversation about him from across the room even though you weren’t meaning to eavesdrop.

It was just that now...the idea of dating Yoongi wasn’t ridiculous to you.  There was nothing that you could want more.

Yoongi however didn’t shy away or blush.  Instead he continued to act the same way he had as a child.  

Returning with comments like, “Shut up!” in all its variatioins.  Sometimes even throwing in an “ew” for good measure.

Never ceasing to drive another knife into your heart.   But, you patched yourself up.  You always did.

Because those nights after your families were all done eating, and they were cleaning up the table, you and Yoongi would always sneak off together.

Usually to just go on a walk and unpack the night’s events.  

“They really don’t let up on it huh?” Yoongi sighed, putting his hands in his hoodie pockets.

“We could just give in.” You teased.  

“Yeah we always could just do that huh?” Yoongi laughed. “With them that really would work huh?” He shook his head. “Knowing them they’d be too scared to fuck it up if it actually did happen.  They’d probably leave us alone.”

Yoongi stopped dead in his tracks, smiling back at you with his cute gummy smile. His squinted eyes were framed by messy black hair that took on the yellowing tint of the streetlight he stood under.

“Lets do it.”

“Do...what?” Was he saying that you should date? Was it finally happening?

“Be together!” Yoongi seemed to be growing continuously excited about the idea he’d come up with.

Seeming to not even realize how high he had just gotten your hopes, and much to your disappointment, he added in, “Fake together obviously.”

“Oh.” You let out a soft sigh.  You were used to pretending you didn’t have feelings for Yoongi, but that one had really taken you for a ride.  Yoongi seemed to be able to tell that you were a bit shaken up.  

“Sorry if I freaked you out there.” He chuckled nervously, reading your mood entirely wrong. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t actually ask to be your boyfriend.”

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It continued on like this for months.   The two of you would hold hands at every family event, and had agreed to give eachother one kiss goodbye. (Yoongi’s rules)

You knew that this wasn’t the ideal way to try and win your way into his heart, and that it was only breaking your own.  That didn’t stop you from agreeing to every single soft and gentle kiss he’d leave you with for the night when your families were watching from the window.

It’d probably been about six months when you just couldn’t take it anymore.  You knew you had to give it your best shot.  

You’d pep talked yourself in the mirror that morning and you tried to put on all the confidence you could to seize the day.

You did however forget you’d have to sit through an entire dinner looking at his intimidatingly sexy face.  You felt yourself getting weaker and weaker at each cute smirk or snicker he’d make when someone was telling a story as you ate.

By the time the two of you were alone and on your walk, your confidence had almost completely faded.

You were trying your best to find the right way to say it, but your mind seemed to grow impatient and you blurted out the words you’d had spinning in your head.

“I don’t wanna fake date you anymore Yoongi. I want to date you for real.” You spoke quickly and squinted your eyes, afraid of his reaction.

There was silence for far too long.

You slowly let one of your eyelids rise and you were able to see Yoongi standing in front of you, mouth open and eyes wide.

“Oh god.” You felt completely mortified.  The longer he stayed silent the more you felt you’d just made an extreme mistake.  Your hands shot up to your face to cover yourself from him.

“How long have you been uh” He cleared his throat “Been uh, thinking about...this?” He couldn’t seem to find the words.  The shock of what you said was very clearly affecting him.

“A while…before any of this.” You dragged your hands down off your face. Trying to get your brain to make your mouth stop talking.  You felt you were only making it worse but your nervousness had you admitting to that without thinking.  “This is so fucking embaressing.”

You winced and met his eyes for only a moment before quickly bringing them to the sidewalk in front of you.

“Y/n…” Yoongi groaned. “I’m so stupid…” He shook his head. “So like before I suggested that we date just to make our families happy.  You really did want to be with me?” His eyes seemed to only widen more.

“Yes?” You bit at your lower lip, continuing to feel like the end of this walk couldn’t get here fast enough.

“Y/n.”  Yoongi stopped walking.  Well that isn’t going to help you there.

“You’re saying my name a lot.” You pointed out.

“Y/n.” He repeated your name once more. “I only suggested that we fake go out together like that because I thought there was no way…”  he shook his head. “Whenever our families would joke you just seemed to hate it so much?”

“Well yeah.  They are so damn cringey with it, who wouldn’t hate that.”

“I-I never thought…” He groaned again. “So you like me?”

“I think we’re relishing in my embarrassment quite enough now.” You sighed.

“No.  Y/n.  I’m trying to tell you.” He sighed “I don’t know why I’m nervous…” He ruffled his hair with one hand. “I like you too.” He started to walk towards you almost tripped over his own feet awkwardly as he walked. “Shit.” he muttered.

Usually you would’ve giggled at his clumsiness.  But you were completely floored by what he’d admitted.

“So wait.  This entire time we’ve been fake dating...we both actually wanted to actually date the other?” You groaned and smacked your forehead.

Yoongi and You stood in silence a long time before anyone spoke.

“Does this mean...I can actually kiss you.  How I want to.” Yoongi whispered.

“Min Yoongi!” You faked upset and Yoongi seemed to tense up. “You’re telling me you’ve been holding back?” you chuckled running the few steps to fill the space between you.  He wrapped you up in his arms in the warmest embrace you’d ever felt.

“We’re idiots” He laughed, pressing his lips to your hair as you buried your head into his chest.

You pulled back from him just enough to meet his face, staring at his lips to let him know just what you wanted.  His lip seemed to quiver a bit, but he didn’t take long to dip his head in to meet yours.  He pressed his parted lips against yours and kissed you more passionately than anything you’d felt from him during those quick pecks to say goodnight after dinners.

This one was real.  

[ladyblogger-margie]

Perfectly Timed Rainbow

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes (MCU)

Summary: Sam and Bucky take a trip to a canyon for the view and a surprise. 

Warnings: None, this is sappy fluff. 

Word Count: 972

a/n: This was written for Writer Wednesday and Jey’s Pride Celebration Weekly Writing Challenge: Week 2. Check them out and support your local writers! 

MY MASTERLIST

Sam followed Bucky out of their pickup truck and headed towards the ridge of the canyon. Bucky had been quiet the whole trip to the canyon from their crappy motel, but that wasn’t necessarily out of the ordinary for him this early in the morning so Sam didn’t really put much stock in it. 

“So, what do you think?” Sam asked his boyfriend. 

“It’s…” Bucky started, “It’s massive.” 

Sam struggled to keep his snort to himself. Bucky’s tone was full of awe and Sam felt his lips slip into a soft smile. Sam had been to the canyon before, many times in fact, and while he never failed to appreciate the splendor of the view, seeing it through Bucky’s eyes, as someone seeing it for the first time, was a whole new experience. 

“Wanna step a little closer?” Sam asked, gesturing closer to the edge. 

Bucky hesitated, “Is that safe?”

Sam raised his eyebrow, “You’re not telling me you’re scared of heights?”

Bucky snorted, but didn’t meet Sam’s glance. 

Suddenly Sam remembered the whole, Bucky fell from a train and nearly died and then spent the next 70 years as a brainwashed assassin for the bad guys. He wasn’t exactly as comfortable with heights as Sam was. 

Sam felt at home, free in the sky, so much so he had hoped it would rub off on Bucky, but he hadn’t had any luck so far in their relationship. 

Sam reached out to Bucky with his hand, “Hold my hand tight. I’ll protect you.”

Bucky’s face relaxed into a lopsided smile as he accepted Sam’s hand, entwining their fingers. Then Sam led them closer to the ridge to soak in the view. They watched the sun break over the ridge in comfortable silence. 

They watched as the dark grey clouds gathered and rolled closer, totally unconcerned about the impending storm. Sam pulled out his phone and played their song through the speaker and pulled Bucky into his arms for a dance. 

They swayed together, nothing fancy, just holding each other loosely as their song played, enjoying the weather, the view and the company. Bucky nuzzled his head into the crook of Sam’s neck as Sam pressed his lips to Bucky’s head. 

The song ended and Bucky placed his hand against the soft skin of Sam’s face and with the cool metal of his thumb, stroked across his cheekbone. Sam’s hands were wrapped around Bucky’s waist as they looked into eachothers eyes. 

Sam’s hand trailed along the waistline of Bucky’s jeans. 

“Too bad we’re in public, huh,” Sam teased. 

Bucky chuckled nervously, and Sam squinted at him; sexual innuendos never made Bucky nervous. Sam’s hand continued to casually trace along Bucky’s jeans. His hand trailed across the edge of Bucky’s front pocket and stopped on something unexpected there. 

Bucky’s face flushed as he saw Sam’s face scrunch up in confusion. 

“Shit,” Bucky muttered. 

“Is that?” Sam asked without asking. 

“I kind of blew the surprise, I’m sorry,” Bucky said as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small red ring box and held it closed in his hand. 

“It’s okay, I’m surprised,” Sam said, resisting the urge to tease Bucky who looked nervous enough already, promising to tease him mercilessly for the rest of their lives to make up for his mercy in this moment. 

Bucky bent down on one knee and popped open the small box to reveal a simple band Sam was surprised he recognized. His jaw dropped open and he was speechless as he looked down at the smiling, teary-eyed Bucky staring back up at him adoringly. 

“Is that?” Sam asked. 

“It’s your dad’s, yeah, Sarah gave it to me,” Bucky explained and Sam’s entire heart melted. 

Bucky really understood how much Sam’s family, and his history meant to him and the clear proof of being seen, and being known by the man he loved brought a lump to his throat and a smile to his face. 

“Sam Wilson, will you marry me?” Bucky asked, barely holding back the emotion in his voice. 

“Yes,” was all Sam had time to say before Bucky launched himself into his arms. 

Sam was being kissed harder and faster than his brain could register, but thankfully his body was faster than his brain anyway. His hands were tangled in Bucky’s long hair desperately pulling and grabbing in an attempt to be as close as possible to his fiance before he could even think of a reaction. 

Gasping for breath, Bucky pulled away from Sam who moaned with closed eyes. When he fluttered his lashes open, he watched as Bucky slipped the ring to his finger smoothly. He realized that Bucky must have had it resized and it brought the lump back to his throat. 

Bucky kissed Sam’s hand and sighed. 

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked, suddenly concerned. 

Bucky smiled, “Nothing, I just want to stay in this moment forever, but I promised Sarah we’d call as soon as you said yes.”

Sam chuckled, “You were pretty sure I’d say yes then?”

Bucky shrugged, “Well, if you said no I told her she and I could run away together.”

Sam shoved Bucky playfully, “My sister is no consolation prize.”

“You’re right, she’d be a real step up,” Bucky teased right back. 

Sam pulled Bucky in for another long, deep kiss. Then he pulled out his phone and FaceTimed Sarah. Behind them over the canyon was a rainbow among the storm clouds which Sam thought fitting for the occasion. He was in a beautiful place, with the love of his life, ready to start the next chapter of their lives together. The presence of the rainbow was like a blessing of their partnership by nature itself. 

The whole thing was magic, and Sam felt as good on the ground as he normally did in the sky. 

Tags: @autumnleaves1991-blog​

[niawritess]

The Lovestruck~Chapter 22

(17 January)

11:25 am

Here you were sitting on the bleachers with Ria, watching boys practicing for their upcoming game. Your eyes were following your boyfriend who seemed too concentrated on the game which made him more attractive. While your bestfriend took this opportunity to stare at every guy in the field.

Just as you thought, they were getting more serious, suddenly Jongin passed the ball to Minseok and it hit him on his arm and a gasp left your both of your girls lips.

Then, Minseok shot a glare at him and threw back the ball to him which he instantly dodged and it hit Junmyeon behind him and like that it became chaotic.

You and Ria couldn't help but started laughing at their sudden act. Kyungsoo and Junmyeon looked so done with them but still couldn't stop them.

Not long before, Ria excused herself to washroom and then Kyungsoo took a seat beside you leaving a chair between. He drank his water before shaking his head at them and looked at you.

"They are crazy aren't they?" He chuckled.

"But they look happy." You smiled looking at Baekhyun ducking his head as Jongdae threw the ball towards him.

"Baekhyun looks happy nowadays, well, he is goofy and cheerful but he looks really happy and I am glad that you're by his side." He said, smiling at you and you smiled back. "Baekhyun is really lucky to have friends like you."

He chuckled before you felt someone's presence in front you who turned out to be Baekhyun himself. You handed him the water bottle and he grabbed it smiling before sitting between you and Kyungsoo.

"What were you two talking about?" He gulped his water while eyeing you two suspiciously.

"I was telling her that how much of an idiot you are." He said gripping Baekhyun's nap and he yelped while you chuckled at them.

"Aren't you gonna save your boyfriend?" Baekhyun asked and you shook your head playfully.

"It's between friends so..."

"She's smart." Kyungsoo commented and Baekhyun gave him a look before nodding proudly. "She's my girlfriend."

Kyungsoo groaned before slapping his neck lightly and walked back to the field.

Soon Ria came back and at the moment Sehun threw the ball towards Jongin where Ria was right behind him. Jongin ducked down and the ball was about to hit her causing you panick and Ria closed her eyes in reflex.

However, it didn't hit her as Chanyeol instantly dragged her aside by holding her and your jaw dropped witnessing the dramatic moment making you fangirl internally.

Baekhyun chuckled at your funny yet cute reaction as he closed your mouth before he leaned in. "Do you think something is going on between them?"

You nodded suspiciously. "I also think that."

"Guess, we're going to have another couple in the group." He smirked and you smiled nodding slowly.

You both kept watching the scene as Chanyeol asked Ria if she's okay while Ria was blushing and your eyes widened.

"She's blushing?" You muttered and Baekhyun heard it since he sitting close to you.

"You think she's the only one who blushes?"

You looked at him confused before noticing his smug grin and lightly pushed him away making him laugh causing you smile too.

***

10:12 pm

"Ow! Gimme that!"

You whined stretching your hand with your body towards your bestfriend who kept taking away the chips from your reach.

"Y/n! My face mask!" She exclaimed as you accidentally hit her face and instantly snatched the chips from her before fixing your mask to see if it's peeling off.

You and Ria were in your room having a night stay while watching kdramas on the laptop infront you with you both leaning against the headboard.

"Woah! That Ajjumma is really something." You commented amazingly watching the hacker who was an middle-aged woman in Healer drama.

"I know right! And Park min young is definitely smart too." Ria stuffed her mouth with bunch of chips and half of them fell on your bed.

"Yah!" You slightly slapped her arm before gesturing her to clean the mess as you hate your bed getting dirty but she still does it.

The scene came where Ji Chang Wook and Park Min young were getting dressed up for a mission together and that's when the door of your room opened.

"Why are you two still awake and what's this on your face?" Your mom barged in with her neverending scolding.

"Buddy! Come here! It's Ji Chang Wook!" Ria exclaimed gesturing her with her hands and your mom's eyes lit up as she skipped to your bed.

She always scolds you for being a fangirl as how every mother does but whenever Ji Chang Wook appears on the screen, she can't stay back until she see him.

Well, she was your mom for a reason.

"Show me!" She sat on the bed shoving Ria to the middle and watched the scene where he was walking out in a suit.

"Ah ha, look at you." Ria shot a smug grin towards her and earned a smack from your mom and you laughed watching until you got one too.

"What are you doing here?"

Your attention went to the door seeing your dad standing at the door with his folded arms.

"Let's go, I'm sleepy." He yawned and Ria nudged your mom with a teasing smile and your mom glared at her before walking out with him.

Your parents had a love marriage and it's been years to their marriage but your dad still can't sleep without your mother.

"Uncle is really romantic." Ria commented making you smile before she turned to you. "Speaking of romantic, is Baekhyun Sunbae romantic?"

You made a face at her question to hide your flustered state and cleared your throat. "Speaking of Baekhyun, what's going on between you and Chanyeol Sunbae?"

Ria's smug smile faded as a surprised expression took over and she blinked before looking at the laptop screen. "What's going on? Nothing is going on."

"Really? Are you sure?"

She looked at you for a brief minute before sighing. "We are hanging out and yeah I do have a little crush on him but I don't know how he thinks. I mean yeah, he treats me nicely but i don't want to think more than that so I won't get my hopes up."

You listened to her attentively and her words seemed just like how you used to think about Baekhyun but that's not always the case. To you, Chanyeol seems to like her but you don't know for sure until he says it and you don't want to give her any hopes too.

You just nodded and patted her back before cracking a lame joke to make her laugh which she did and continued watching drama until you both slept off.

***

(12 January)

Next day

You walked out of the classroom and Ria excused herself to the library as she had to return some books and you nodded while making your way to the music room again since you were called by your boyfriend again.

As you exited the building, you were stopped by a voice calling you from behind and it was Sooyoung. She was your friend whom you two besties getting close to slowly. She had asked for your notes as she got late in class and you lend your notes to her before she gave you a polite smile and walked away.

"Junior Y/n!"

You startled by the voice and looked further to see Sehun waving at you before walking to you. You smiled as he approached you and began to walk with you.

"So? You needed something?" You asked suspiciously and he chuckled fishing his hands into his pockets.

"Not really. But who was that girl?" He hesitantly questioned rubbing the back of his neck.

"What girl?"

"Uh, that, who just talked to you." He told stuttering a little making you look at him in surprise.

"She's my classmate. Park Sooyoung. Why?"

"Park Sooyoung." He muttered with his lips twitching in a smile and you gave him a suspicious look which he instantly noticed.

"Ah, thanks, junior Y/n. I'll get going then." He spoke and jogged away leaving you dumbfounded there.

You shrugged but then gasped slapping your forehead as you were going to meet Baekhyun and instantly sprinted towards the music room.

As soon as you entered inside, you were pulled by a hand grasping yours firmly making you yelp but relaxed seeing Baekhyun smiling at you.

All of a sudden, he twirled you around and started swaying your bodies together making you giggle at him. "What's going on?"

"I did it." You looked at him confused before he twirled you around and pulled to towards him with your back resting against his chest.

"I went to meet my parents yesterday and had a talk with dad too. And this time, we didn't really argue but calmly conversed and just like you said, he will believe in me and will root for me." He smiled, pecking your cheek and you blushed but instantly looked at him smiling.

"I'm so happy for you." You stared at him and he kissed your temple before resting his head against yours while his grip around your waist tightened.

You both were enjoying your moment but you weren't that lucky as the door burst opened and you both flinched making you pull away from eachother.

Boys came inside and Minseok was the first one to come in before he got startled to see you both. You instantly hid yourself behind Baekhyun being too embarrassed to face them as one by one they entered.

"Get a room." Jongin commented as soon as he stepped inside with an exhasperated sigh and you unconsciously held Baekhyun's forearm while placing your forehead against his back making him chuckle lightly.

"This is a room." Baekhyun replied to Jongin nonchalantly and you slapped his back lightly before slowly standing beside him avoiding eye contact with them.

"We also use this room." Kyungsoo snapped at him and Baekhyun rolled his eyes before they all started to tease you both which include your bestfriend.

You shot a glare at her before Sehun walked up to you with a smile sheepishly causing you smile back and as he stood in front of you, Baekhyun instantly blocked him.

"What business do you have with my girlfriend?" He crossed his arms over his chest squinting eyes at him and you rolled you eyes.

Sehun groaned. "Stop being a jealous boyfriend!"

Baekhyun looked unfazed while you shook your head before gently scooting him aside and faced Sehun. Baekhyun playfully glared at you which you ignored making him pout slightly.

"Yes, Sehun Sunbae?" You smiled and Baekhyun almost felt annoyed seeing you smiling at Sehun.

"So, um, that girl..." He stuttered out rubbing his nap and you almost laughed out loud at his nervousness while Baekhyun eyed him with concentration.

"You mean, Park Sooyoung?" You completed his sentence while acting innocent and his eyes lit up as he nodded.

"You!" Baekhyun exclaimed but you instantly hushed him with bringing your index finger to your lips and he frowned but nodded.

Then Sehun asked a little bit more about her and you told him whatever you knew and by the expression he had, he was going to make a move. Baekhyun was astonished and you wanted to laugh at his face.

Soon, you three joined the others where Chanyeol's and Jongdae's bickering weren't stopping and Junmyeon looked like wanted to bang his head on the wall while demanding to Kyungsoo to treat dinner as it was his birthday.

Ria being the extrovert girl was engrossed in their conversation and you were happy to be with them. They were becoming like your family now and all because of the person beside you who's smiling face is enough to make your day brighter.

***

(15 January)

10:12 am

"Gosh! I'm so late!" You exclaimed running down the stairs where your dad's head whipped towards you before he shouted careful and you just gave him a smile.

"Dad. I'm taking your car!" You shouted picking it from the wooden key holder and sprinted towards the main door passing by your mom who's hair flew back and she halted at her spot processing what just happened.

You buckled your seatbelt before your phone started ringing and with a huff you answered your bestfriend's call.

"Y/n! Where the hell are you?!" You pulled your phone away from your ear at her shouting before putting it back.

"I'm coming! Just overslept, but I'm on the way."

"Hurry up! The game has started now!"

"Okay!"

You sighed before starting the engine and drove off to your college.

Today was the D-day. Their last game of the year and you wanted to be their early for your Boyfriend and the boys but luck wasn't your side as you overslept and now you were speeding up.

The game has begun and the boys were doing well but Baekhyun's attention was somewhere else. He hadn't seen you since morning and you weren't even at the bleachers where he was seeing Ria cheering.

His mood was getting down by now as he wanted to see you first and to wish him luck but there was no sign of you yet.

You parked your car successfully and got out before running off to the basketball court. As you walked inside, you saw boys playing and the cheers were loud as usual before you approached your bestfriend.

"How's the game going?" You asked panting sitting beside her and she made a face before pointing towards the game with her chin.

The game was halfway to the end and the other team seemed to be ahead by few numbers. Your eyes automatically stopped at your boyfriend who looked exhausted and down somehow which made you worried.

You wanted to stand up and cheer loudly for him but since you were a shy person, couldn't bring yourself to do that.

Tapping your foot rapidly, you eyed him worringly and huffed before standing up.

"Screw it!" You muttered before bringing your hands close to your mouth and closed your eyes.

"YOU CAN DO IT! FIGHTING!"

You opened your eyes to see everyone staring at you, including your bestfriend who looked like as if she left the world and you just wanted to dig a hole and blurry yourself in it.

Baekhyun looked towards the crowd hearing the voice he wanted to hear so badly and there you were cheering loudly. His shook face suddenly changed into a smiling one and as if your cheer just recharged him, he began to play with diligently.

Suddenly, the crowd went crazy with cheers as the game got more tempting and it happened so fast that the game was now coming to an end.

As expected, your college won the match and everyone stood up cheering loudly with you both bestfriends smiling at them who were now doing a group hug.

As Baekhyun locked eyes with you, he instantly smiled widely before winking at you leaving you shook and Ria nudged your shoulder teasingly before they went back to their locker room to change.

You and Ria also exited and walked outside as you got a text from Baekhyun that they'll meet you outside since the boys would have lunch outside.

As they were out, everyone proceeded to go to the restaurant which Kyungsoo recommended in their car meanwhile, Baekhyun drove your car with you.

Reaching the restaurant, everyone occupied their seats and then Kyungsoo ordered the dishes as he was the one who suggested and everyone let him do it as he knew the best.

Not long before, the dishes were served and everyone began to eat while complimenting it.

Rowoon excused himself to get himself the side dishes and Ria took this chance to ask something as she knocked the table gently taking everyone's attention. "Have you guys noticed, Lauren wasn't in the cheering team today and I haven't seen her lately here and there too."

Your eyes enlarged at her point before giving her a nod as you both looked at the Boys who were having a nonchalant look where Jongin spoke."Of course she wouldn't be seen since she's too embarrassed to come."

You frowned and looked at Baekhyun confusingly where he just shrugged pointing at Sehun who smirked. "That day when she did that drama with you, Baekhyunee Hyung asked me to reveal her little thing about her bullying her juniors to principal and I think she's just too embarrassed to come now."

You and Ria had your jaw drop and Baekhyun giggled at your expression as he closed your mouth before Ria clapped giving Sehun a thumbs up. "I respect you for doing this. No wonder she hasn't showed up yet."

"And do you know that?" Jongin spoke smiling at Baekhyun and then to you. "Baekhyunee hyung was the one who asked Sehun to hack the college blog and deleted your video."

You looked at Baekhyun surprised who just gave a smile making you smile back before you shook your head squinting eyes at them playfully. "You guys are so mean."

Sehun gasped dramatically before looking at Baekhyun. "This is what I get for helping? I want my thank you."

Baekhyun rolled his eyes. "You have been leaching me off a lot and you still want more?"

You laughed at how Sehun rolled his eyes sassily before Rowoon walked in and everyone stopped talking about Lauren as you all decided not to bring her up in front of them and continued eating.

As Boys started to talk about the game earlier where they brought the topic of you causing you choke. A glass of water was passed to you by Baekhyun and he kept rubbing your back gently.

"Why did you have to bring that up?" You slightly whined and glared at Jongin who just shrugged acting like nothing happened.

"But it was definitely a scene to watch." Sehun snickered. "Baekhyunee hyung just started playing as soon as he heard her cheering."

You sighed hiding your face in your palm as everyone gave you a teasing smile while Baekhyun just chuckled stroking the back of your head.

"But why were you late?"

You looked at him smiling sheepishly. "I overslept."

He nodded. "Must be having a drama marathon."

You chuckled nodding before continuing your meal and he just shook his head smiling.

This guy beside you, surely knows you well and you weren't complaining too.

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@wooya1224 @buttercupbbh @jddcfc-blog @usernameloaa

[minuteminx]

Revolutionary

Pairing: Preston Garvey/ Female Sole Survivor

Summary: In the aftermath of personal tragedies, Preston and Charlie both seek to make a difference in the Commonwealth and those around them. They could never anticipate the impact that they will have on eachother in the process.

Chapter Four: Sole Survivor

Chapter Summary:   Charlie tells Preston a long story. 

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“A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmare to the jeweled vision of a life started anew.”

― Aberjhani, Journey through the Power of the Rainbow: Quotations from a Life Made Out of Poetry

Sanctuary  Hills, October 2287

The trek out of Concord, and up the road to a place called Sanctuary Hills was largely silent and uneventful. Preston took point, and Charlie offered to hang back in case there were any straggling raiders who decided to follow. He wasn’t so sure that she was in any condition to watch the rear, but he wasn’t about to argue with the woman who’d just turned a deathclaw inside out. It was more than alarming to see the bloody massacre Charlie’s tangle with the deathclaw had caused up close and personal as they passed by. He was just glad she’d survived, and that he didn’t have to fight the damn thing.

On the way to their hopeful home, Sturges spotted a largely intact Red Rocket on the side of the road, stacked with old tires and filled with useless junk that Sturges would scrape up a use for. Jun and Marcy walked together in somber silence and Mama Murphy hobbled along in the back, arm looped through Charlie’s, whose open hand gripped a 10mm so tightly her knuckles turned white. She had a hell of a poker face, he’d give her that much.

Nearing the old neighborhood, a statue of a lone guardian stood tall, musket in hand, holding his centuries-old post at the bridge where the American Revolution began. It was almost like some weird omen, Preston thought, observing the Minuteman and then the bridge. Maybe Mama’s visions had some truth to them after all. He did not realize he’d mused out loud until Sturges’ hand clapped him on the back.

“I don’t know what the heck you’re talkin’ about boss, but I’m glad you’re happy.”

Preston laughed. “Thanks, man.”

Crossing Old North Bridge into their hopeful home seemed monumental, the group propelled forward by the potential of a place to finally rest. There were more than a handful of homes that still had enough structural integrity to be tidied and boarded up for use as shelters. It was bittersweet to see the remnants of picket fences, lawn furniture, and pink, plastic birds that dotted the landscape. Skeletons of old cars littered spots where garages might have been. Preston imagined what the area might have been like back before the war, pictured neighbors talking to one another from their yards, children playing together in the streets. It was a way of life he knew he’d never get to have.

Before long, Preston had done a sweep of the entire cul de sac, making sure there wasn’t anything dangerous lurking inside any buildings. All he found were several dead rad roaches and bloatflies, as well as a high-strung Mr. Handy robot that called itself Codsworth.  It kept attempting to scrub the rust off the paneling outside one of the homes, muttering something about making sure it was in “tip-top” shape for when its family returned. He wasn’t exactly sure what to do with the thing, so he just left it to clean aimlessly in hopes that it’d be someone else’s problem later.

“Hey boss,” Sturges called out to him, waving him overs to where the others had congregated near the mechanic’s makeshift workstation, lamplight flickering on their exhausted faces, “Check out what we found in one of the fridges.”

Preston walked over, catching a glimpse of the round face of Button Gwinnett on a cardboard case of Southie Stouts. “Damn, and here I thought we’d used up all our luck for the day.”

“I’d prefer Beantown,” Marcy said as she brought her bottle to her lips, and Preston caught the briefest flash of a grin wrinkling at the corners of her mouth.

“C’mon Marcy,” Jun interjected, nudging her shoulder, “You know that’s not true.”

“I’m a Gwinnett guy, but I’d probably drink anything wet with a kick right about now,” Preston said, grabbing one of the dark brown bottles and examining it more closely. It had been forever since he’d actually gotten to enjoy a drink, long before Qunicy, that was for sure. Just as he placed his hand on the cap to pop it off, there was a bump at the back of his legs. He startled and turned around to see Dogmeat peering up at him expectantly, whining and wagging his tail. Preston knelt down and gave him a scratch behind the ears. “You a Gwinnett guy, too, boy?”

The dog let out a stern bark that sounded like a correction, and then turned toward the house across the street before looking back at him. Following Dogmeat’s instruction, Preston glanced over at the house, where Charlie stood alone, frozen and staring vacantly inside as if she wanted to enter but couldn’t.  Without hesitation, he grabbed another bottle and headed toward her

He cleared his throat as he approached to make sure he didn’t startle her.  It was neither polite nor smart to spook a lady who was already pretty shaken up.  She darted her head toward him, scrubbing at her face as if he wouldn’t notice her tear-stained cheeks and swollen nose. He pretended not to, anyway, instead holding up the bottles in his hands and smiling. “Thought you could use a drink.”

She perked up at the sight of the drinks, tilting her head and squinting at the label. “Are those--? Oh wow.”

“Yeah,” Preston said, popping the cap off of one of the bottles and handing it to her, “Stouts are harder to come by than the other stuff.”

Charlie shook her head and examined the bottle, running her thumb up and down across the label. “No… it’s just.  I’m surprised there are still any left after you know--” she swallowed hard-- “the bombs.”

She sounded harrowed, as if the bombs had just fallen yesterday or something. Maybe she was just harrowed in general.  God knew she had every right to be.

“Me too,” Preston said, opening his own drink and taking a swig, lukewarm and bitter.  It hit the spot. “It’s kinda crazy, you know, what survived.

She took a sip, sad smile at the corners of her mouth. “Like the lawn flamingos? Such a testament to pre-war vanity.”

“Those damn birds,” Preston replied, nodding and laughing.  He’d never thought much about the lawn ornaments before, other than thinking they were ridiculous.

The air between them fell silent as Charlie stared down at her bottle, picking at the label with a polished thumbnail. She opened her mouth, as if to speak, but then closed it and sighed before glancing over at him. “Can I tell you something?  It’s going to sound really weird, but I’m going to lose my shit if I don’t talk to someone.”

“Is this that ‘long story’ you mentioned before?”

“Yeah.” Charlie walked toward the bright red door to the house in front of them, slightly ajar, knob and hinges specked with rust. She ran her hand along the wooden surface and took a deep breath.  “I used to live here.  In Sanctuary Hills.  In this house.”

“But,” Preston’s brows drew together, “That’s not possible.  This place hasn’t been settled since--”

“Before the bombs fell.” She spun back around to look at him, leaning back against the door frame. “I know.  That’s when I lived here.”

“Two-hundred and ten years ago?”

She nodded her head slowly. “2077.  I had the perfect life: a good career, the best husband, a beautiful baby boy, and a shiny new Mr. Handy unit that was much less neurotic than the one over there trying to clean the dirt off the ground.”

He blinked, attempting to figure out where he’d misheard the woman, because if he hadn’t then that would make her over two-hundred years old.  That couldn’t be possible, at least not without being a ghoul, although he wouldn’t mind if she could take Codsworth off his hands.  

Charlie frowned. “I knew you wouldn’t believe me.”

“No, no,” Preston stammered out quickly,  “I believe you, but… how?”

“That might be a better question for Vault-Tec,” she remarked, looking down at her suit, “My husband and I signed up for a  spot, just as a precaution.  Nobody thought the Chinese military would actually drop those nukes. Not sure if it was arrogance or complacency, but either way, it happened.  My family and I were rushed to Vault 111 to shelter.  That’s all it was supposed to be: A shelter .”

“I’m guessing it wasn’t just a shelter?”

“No.” She laughed bitterly.  “They herded us, like lab rats, into these cryogenic chambers, and locked us in there.  Last thing I remembered before waking up was my limbs going numb and my vision going dark.”

“Damn.” Preston was stuck somewhere between horror and amazement.  “Did anyone else make it out with you?”

“No.”  Her answer was abrupt, eyes welling up visibly and he immediately felt bad for asking. “When I woke up, there were these people in weird lab coats and a man with this scar--” She traced a line with her little finger, vertically from her eyebrow down to her cheek-- “He opened up my husband’s chamber and took my baby.  Nate fought, but… they shot him.  After that, I think everyone else’s life support failed.  A whole damn town, and I’m the only one who survived.”

“I’m… so sorry.”  He didn’t know what else to say.  He knew how it felt, to be a sole survivor of a terrible tragedy, but he couldn’t bring up Quincy, even if it was just to show her he understood.  “If there’s anything I can do, or that the Minutemen can do…”

“I think the Minutemen have their own problems at the moment, hmm?”  She smirked, eyes twinkling with humor despite the tears.

Preston looked around and chuckled in exasperation. “Well, considering that I’m the only one left, I’d say yes. We have so many problems.  That doesn’t change the fact that I owe you.”

Charlie tilted her head back and finished off the rest of her stout, then looked decisively at Preston.  “You’re not the only one.”

“Pardon?”

“I never thought I’d get to say this in my lifetime, outside the context of some weird historical play, but... I’m joining the Minutemen.” She tossed her bottle to the ground. “I don’t have any survival skills, I couldn’t shoot dead fish in a barrell, and I’m a bit traumatized, but I figure it’s still better than nothing.”

“Are you serious?”  Preston could barely contain his excitement.  He didn’t care if he had to spend months teaching her how to shoot or get by in the Commonwealth.  He’d been without help for so long now, he would be glad to not be alone.

“I know it’s hard to believe that anyone could be that bad of a shot, but--”

“No, Charlie,” he interrupted, “Are you serious about joining up?”

Charlie grinned, playfully. “Hell yeah.”

“That’s... well.  Let’s just say that’s the best news I’ve heard in a long time.”

If Preston were a hugger, and if he’d known her longer than a few hours, he would have embraced the woman.  Maybe it wasn’t just the jet.  Maybe Mama Murphy was right all along.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Erik is the student and reader is the professor.

“When you are in my class, you will learn to pay attention and not disrupt me.”

Miss. Baxter.

Professor in Microeconomic Theory II for the Doctorate program in Engineering. People who previously had her as a teacher complained of how much of a hard ass she was but it was for good reason. That’s why Erik decided to get within the woman’s good graces and become her teachers assistant. All he cared about was getting his Doctorate degree at MIT and graduating. If he was being honest, the whole school thing was weighing heavy on him. Noticable dark circles under his eyes, facial hair more filled out, consuming more coffee than he would have liked, overworking his body in the gym to keep fit for his life after college, all of those things played a role in his shutting down.

Miss. Baxter was only nice to Erik in class, maybe it was because he had a way of sweet talking people. Erik was charismatic and Miss. Baxter enjoyed his company while grading papers and in class activities. She looked forward to seeing him, and the older woman couldn’t hide her attraction to him. She was still young, just five years his age. Currently, she was teaching a segment on Supply and Demand. A poin-dexter type who loved to challenge Erik every second felt the need to disrupt Miss. Baxter during her teaching hours. She hated that, no, despised it.

“You want me to have a talk with him, Miss. Baxter?”

Erik looked at the guy who reminded him of Mandark from Dexters Labortatory, squinting his eyes to show him that he wasn’t fucking around. That seemed to work, the Mandark look alike kept his eyes in his books now, good boy.

“No need, Mr. Stevens. I’m sure this is the last time, yes?”

Her Caribbean accent soothes him. Especially when she was putting someone in their place. The class lasted for about an hour and a half and tonight Erik was more tired than usual. He even had to stop from fucking his usual campus pussy to get some sleep. Then here is Miss. Baxter, his professor and crush, sounding and looking all types of sexy. She spoke her final words on the lesson and dismissed the class, everyone except for Erik leaving the lecture hall. Miss. Baxter erases the board, giving Erik a full view of her ass in those tight charcoal grey wide leg pants she wore.

“How was the lesson today, Erik?”

Erik grabbed his things, heading down the steps within the lecture hall to take his usual seat next to Miss. Baxter at her large dark oak wood desk.

“It was pretty good, you know I don’t have any complaints, you teach very well.”

Finally next to her, half empty coffee mug in hand, Erik could make out the smell of apricots and peaches on her skin. Damn, she always smelled fruity. Yesterday he caught a whiff of her pin curled hair. It smelled like strawberries and kiwis.

“Mango slices?” She offered, like always.

“Sure, you must’ve heard my stomach.”

They both share a comfortable laugh before Miss. Baxter handed him her folder of activities that needed to be graded. After that, she would have a pile of Research papers for him to take home and look over. 12 page research papers.

“I’m not going to nag you like a mother, but, Erik, are you sure this is okay for you? This isn’t overwhelming?”

Erik finished chewing on the juicy mango slice before answering, “Nah, I’ve dealt with worse stress than this.”

Miss. Baxter watched the way Erik would sit with a straight back, eyes sharp like a hawk and reflexes so quick it reminded her of the speed of light. He was so structured it made her organized life look less put together.

“Are you a military man?”

“Yes,” He turned his low eyes on her, “Navy first, now Military.”

“Wow,” she pulled some stray hairs behind her ear, “No wonder why you’re so...”

“Intimidating? Was that what you were going to say Miss. Baxter?”

She smiles, picking up her red ink pin to start on her pile of activities, “No, just very structured...and at ease in stressful situations like a Military man. My father is a veteran.”

Erik rolled his tongue over his teeth, nodding his head in acceptance of her response.

“You have a good eye for that shit- sorry,”

“You’re grown, no need to apologize.”

“You just, I don’t wanna cuss in front of you.”

She scrunched her face, “why not?”

“You might use that metal ruler to wack me over my head.”

She couldn’t fight the fit of giggles escaping her. The sound was so peaceful to Erik. None of the other classmates would ever have the pleasure of witnessing this. Such a beautiful and intelligent black woman.

“You’re so gorgeous, Miss. Baxter.”

She stops abruptly, the tiny hitch of her breath causing him to smirk.

“I...Thank you, Erik.”

“Are you married?”

“No.” Miss. Baxter has to double check question five to make sure she marked it correctly.

“Damn, that’s a shame...I would wife you up if I wasn’t so fucked up...”

She gave him a curious look, wondering what he meant by that exactly. She couldn’t see what was so fucked up about him. Maybe he suffered from a little PTSD from being in the Military that she didn’t know about but what else could be so fucked up about him? He seemed so...perfect.

“It’s never good to talk down on yourself.”

“It’s not a talk down, it’s just the truth.”

Erik unwrapped his hair from the head wrap he wore, shaking out his tapered dreads. They framed his eyes, shadowing them from her line of vision.

“I’m finished this pile, give me the rest of yours.”

She handed it over without hesitation.

“So...what’s next for you? After school? Do you plan on applying your Engineering skills in the Military? I mean, you could get into the mechanical aspects of it, or even the computer science bit of it too.”

Erik recapped the pin, adding the finished activity to the finished pile, “Yeah, just for a bit. Then I plan on traveling.”

Miss. Baxter nods before taking a sip of her cold water. What She really wanted to do was tell Erik how handsome he was but then she felt like that was going too far. There was a comfortable silence for a while until she reached out to grab another mango, grazing Erik’s fingers with hers. She could feel that in her skin, her teeth biting down hard on the mango to fight an airy sigh from escaping her lips.

“Shit,” Erik says while stroking back his dreads from his glasses, “I didn’t realize it was 10:00 pm.”

Her eyes looked up at the old grandfather clock on the wall. It was indeed 10:00 pm.

“You’re right, we should wrap this up.”

“Mm,” he hums in approval, packing things away in his carry on. Miss. Baxter took that distraction of his to admire him fully. She stared at the angles and contours of the side of Erik’s face, the pout of his lips so inviting and the curl of his lashes adorable against his masculine face.

“What’s your first name, Miss Baxter?”

She stole her eyes away from him, packing her things, “Mya.”

“Is it cool if I call you Mya from now on?”

She blushed, side eyeing Erik in a playful manner, “Only because your my favorite student, Erik.”

“Cool,” he reached out to squeeze her shoulder gently. It was friendly but it held a certain longing as well. Miss. Baxter grabbed the hand on her shoulder, taking it to squeeze it. She looked down at their hands, body turning from side to side in that swivel chair nervously. Miss. Baxter felt Erik release her hand, taking his pointer finger and thumb to gently grab her chin, making her look up at him.

“Relax, there is nothing wrong with what’s going on between me and you. Like you said, I’m grown...you’re grown.”

“I know but,” She blinked away from him, “I don’t want my attraction to you to interfere with your education, Erik.”

“Oh, I’ll get my education regardless. Only problem I have is how sexy that Island girl dialect sounds rolling off your tongue.”

Miss. Baxter bit down on her lip, closing her eyes to calm her fluttering belly.

“And then you like to wear those fitted bell bottoms...” Erik makes his voice sultry and low, “and you smell like the fruit you eat...”

He was probably wondering if she tasted like it too.

“Erik, I think...I think we should go, it’s late now and...I don’t want to keep you up any longer.”

Miss. Baxter stood, grabbing the handle to her rolling bag, other bag on her shoulder and water bottle in her right hand. Erik stood with her, grabbing his bag from the floor. He walked in front of her, holding the door opened so she could exit first. Their eyes marked similar paths, looking eachother from head to toe.

“Thank you.” She kept in front of him as they walked down the deserted hall of the Science building at MIT. She tried to lessen the switch in her hips but it was too late, Erik was already on it like clock work.

“You ain’t gotta do that,” his words confirmed it.

Finally within the parking lot, Erik walked her to her car, ensuring that she was cool before he made it to his. She placed her things within her trunk, walking back to her drivers side were Erik was leaning against the front of her car, arms folded.

“Same time, Friday night?” Miss. Baxter asks timidly while hanging on to her opened door, not exactly stepping inside.

“Of course, research papers and all, Mya.”

The sound of her name mixed with his West coast dialect made her toes curl in her four inch heels.

“I’m assuming now you’re going to use my name more loosely,” She couldn’t hide her teasing tone.

“You like it so much might as well, right?”

She twirled her key on her finger, “Yes, I like it a lot.”

Before she could crouch down to get into her BMW, Erik grabs her waist, turning her towards him. Her breath hitches, the sudden influx of air burning her lungs. Erik takes both of his hands, grabbing the sides of her face, pulling her into a searing kiss. His tongue rolled with hers, the warm and wet appendage tingling her very own. Sweet from mangos, and sharp in a good way. Miss. Baxter hadn’t had tongue down her throat in a long time. The hardening of her nipples brushed across his T-shirt, her shaking fingers grabbing and twisting the fabric. He was so needy and insatiable. Her back pressed hard against the car, his leg between her thighs keeping them open so he could feel the heat from her crotch against his thigh. She could feel him alright, knocking against her leg like a heavy pole.

“Miss. Mya,” he whispers against her lips, that sly smirk littered with dimples weakening her further, “You sure you don’t wanna see what it’s like to be with me outside of that classroom?”

She bit into her lip harshly, eye lids fluttering. He had his forehead pressed against hers, his hands holding hers at her sides to keep her still.

“Answer me...” He whispers shakily, her head falling back against the car. This gave him access to her neck now, his lips and that tongue of his tasting what he always wanted to taste.

“Answer my fucking question.” He spoke through gritted teeth in her ear, his tongue curling around the diamond stud she wore. His nose was in her hair, hands moving to grab at her hips, rolling his thumbs along her shirt, lifting it from being tucked inside of her pants. Now there was skin on skin contact.

“Yes, yes, I want to,” she spoke rather quickly.

“Forreal?” He was pressed hard against her now. No one could see them so why was she so damn nervous? Maybe it was the fact that a man had showed her interest again.

“Yes, Erik.” She was weakened by this man.

“Fuck. You don’t know what your getting yourself into with me, girl.”

She didn’t know, but maybe Erik could teach her a few things this time around.

[goonerpup]

I love walking in the woods. Hearing the little birdies chirping and the squirrels running around breaking sticks. Or maybe someone is following me? Nah. I like to look up at the pretty trees, not really paying attention to anything. I hear a stick break near me. I look towards the sound and I see a man. He looks nice.

"Hey mister" I smile. He just smiles at me and comes towards me. I keep looking at him. He grabs something from out of his pocket. I cant really see it. He walks behind, before I can react he has a knife to my throat. I gasp, tears immediately forming.

"Please, I didnt do anything!" I whimper.

"I know" he says darkly, pushing me towards the parking lot. I keep whimpering as we get there. The knife is sharp, he could kill me easily. When we come out of the forest. There is no one around. Just a black van. Classic. I struggle and squirm, trying to break free of his grasp. He doesnt budge. Instead he pushes the knife harder agaisnt my throat. My movements stop. He opens the door to the van.

"No, no, please!" I say before being grabbed by another set a hands from inside the van. He puts a cloth over my nose and mouth.

"Shhh, take it babygirl" I squirm and struggle. He huffs and waits. My eyes become droopy. I fall asleep.

I wake up, I cant see anything. I try to move but my arms are tied behind my back and I feel a chain around my ankle, probably secured to the wall. I whimper and cry through the blindfold. I dont want to die. The ground beneath me is hard and cold. No mattress, making my situation even better. I gasp when I hear a loud door open. Their footsteps are heavy. My breathing gets louder.

"What were you doing in the forest?" He asks. I dont answer him. I feel a sharp pain on my cheek. He slapped me. I cry harder.

"Just walking!" I shout. He laughs at me. Why is he laughing?

"Do you like dogs?" He asks. I nod, why would he ask me that?

"Good, because you're going to become our dog" he says sternly.

"No way!" I start squirming in my binds. They are very tight. I stop from the pain. My blindfold is taken off. I squint my eyes. I'm in a basement. Along with me being chained is a dog cage, some whips and some other things I cant see. I look back up to my captors. They look very similar. Brothers? They have dark brown hair with light brown eyes, tall and muscular. Figures.

"I'm not being a dog" I say firmly to them. They look at eachother and smile. They grab my ankle and unchain me. I look at then confused. They both smile at me. One of them grabs my hair. I shriek and whine.

"You will call me alpha. Understood" he says. I nod. He growls.

"Yes, alpha" I says shyly.

"Good girl"

The other brother comes toward me. I whimper.

"You will call me sir" he says.

"Yes sir" I say shyly.

"What a good dog" alpha says and drops me on the ground. My knees hurt. Alpha starts to pet my hair gently. I shake in fear.

"Your rules are, no talking without being talked to first, no biting, no escaping, no pleasuring yourself, always obey" I'm shocked. I dont want rules! I'm so scared.

"What if I don't follow them?" I ask shyly. Sir comes up to me and pull my hair back.

"Then you will be punished, spankings, whippings,kneeling, and other fun things" he smirks at me. I whimper as he lets go of my hair. I dont want to be a dog. Alpha walks to the wall of things I couldn't see and grabs what looks like a collar. I shake and squirm.

"No! Get away!" I kick his leg. He growls and lunges at me, he secures the collar around me and slaps my face hard.

"Obey, Mutt" he says. Sir just smirks. I'm so scared. Sir and Alpha look at eachother and alpha nods. Sir walks over and unties my arms. I slowly grab my wrists and rub them. Why did they untie me?

"Sit." Sir says. I'm confused, I am sitting? I don't move.

"Sit" he says again.

"I would sit if I were you" alpha says.

"I'm sitting! Im confused" I whine. They both laugh.

"What are you?" Sir asks.

"A girl?" I say.

"Wrong" alpha says.

"What are you"

"A girl!" I feel a shocking pain running through me. I scream. Aloha comes towards me and pets me gently.

"Shock collar"

"What are you?" Sir asks again. I get it now, I'm wearing a collar.

"A dog" I say quietly. I tense my body up, ready for a shock. Nothing happens.

"Good girl" they say together. Creepy. I sit like a dog. They both praise me. I feel warm. What's happening?

"Why am I warm?" I ask them. I get shocked again. What did I do? I look at alpha with puppy eyes.

"You spoke before we said anything to you" he says firmly.

"You're in puppy space" sir says. What is that?

"It when your mind set changes so you think and act as a puppy" alpha says. I just nod. They both smile at me and walk out. Where are you going!? Dont leave me! The words never come out.

A few hours later they come back with a plate of food and some water. Looks like a ham sandwich. I look at them and watch then set it down. I reach for the sand which and eat it slowly. Its good. Why are they watching me? I drink the water. I finish my food.

"Thank you" I say quietly and tense up. Please dont shock me. They dont do anything, they just stare at me. My eyes feel heavy. I'm just going to take a little nap. I close my eyes. I wake up and I'm on a real bed with only a collar on. I immediately cover myself up with a blanket. I whimper. I'm scared. I get off the bed and open a closet. I open it and find a cute yellow dress. Its short but better than nothing. I put it on and walk out of the room. Where are they? I dont see anyone. I realise. I'm alone. I can escape. I quickly run down the stairs and open the door. Unlocked. Dumbasses. I turn right and run. Going straight is predictable. I run and run till my legs hurt. My feet have cuts and bruises on them from the lack of shoes. I breathe heavily as I'm walking. I hear a snap. I don't bother to look this time. I start running again. I hear them. Both of them. They are much faster than me. I get tackled. My dress rides up. My ass showing. I whine as alpha is on my back and sir is standing in front of me. I dont even look at them. So close. I feel alpha move his hands down to my ass and he starts to grope me. I gasp and try to squirm and get him off. He groans. I made it worse. He takes his pants off and pulls his cock out. I cant see it but I know he did. I start crying. I dont want to be raped. I look up at sir and he is just smirking. Why dont they ever talk!? I feel alpha touching my asshole. I whimper and squirm. He spits on it and shoves his cock in. I scream so loud. I struggle but sir holds my hands. Alpha moans and keeps fucking me hard. It hurts so bad. I'm sobbing. I dont want to be here. I want to go home. I cry.

"Please stop! I'll be your dog! I wont run away anymore! Please stop!" I cry loudly. They ignore me. Alpha keeps fucking me. My body eventually goes limp. They laugh at me as I cry. The dirt getting on my face and body. I feel his cock twitch inside me. I hear a deep growl as alpha cums inside my hole. I whine softly. I have given up. Alpha pulls out and puts his pants back on and walks away. Sir grabs me and carries me back home.

"I'm sorry puppy but you aren't allowed to leave" sir says softly to me. I feel guilty for some reason. I just lay my head on his chest as he carries me. I guess I really am their puppy.

[stan-joonies]

The Lodge In a Beautiful Relationship

Summary: the pearl wearing new girl seems to have caught a interest in Reggie Mantle. However, little does she care, he has a girlfriend.

Requests Are Open!

I got so carried away!!

[[MORE]]

Veronica Lodge hung from Betty's arm.

"So...you and Archie?" Betty rolled her eyes.

"Nothings going on between us," She stated, pulling Veronica hastily towards their next lesson.

"But you want something to go on." Veronica grinned at the blonde's red face. "It's ok, i wont tell." She promised, smiling softly when she saw Betty let out a big breath.

"Thanks Veronica,"

"No worries," they got to class, Ronnie pushing Betty to the back of the class. "So," she said, sitting down and pulling out a few books. "If Archibald is off limits, who here is free for the taking?"

Betty laughed.

"Already sinking your claws into a boy?" Veronica scrunched her face up.

"You make it sound like I'm going to eat someone alive."

"Oh!" She exclaimed. "Sorry. Didn't mean to sound so...rude."

"It's fine," Veronica assured.

The door to the class flew open, boys in letterman jackets flooded in. Their laughs and shouts filled the room and vibrated through the walls.

Betty rolled her eyes, adjusting her baby pink sweater.

However, Veronica's eyes scouted out all the boys' faces, a little disappointed at their generic features. Her eyes passed a dark-skinned buff male. Her eyes lingered for a minute.

"Nope," Betty shook her head.

"What?"

"Chuck is a no go. Complete womanizer." She stated, scowling "ever heard of a sticky maple?"

"No...?" Veronica's face scrunched up again, silently asking for more details.

"Let's keep it that way..."

The Lodge huffed, surveying the boys again.

Her eyes landed on a tall, olive skinned beauty. His dark hair was swept back, creating an amazing view of his chiseled jawline and plump, Pink lips. His eyes were dark pools of chocolate that Veronica knew she would melt into.

"Who's he?" She directed her head the the jock, who finally sat down nearer to the front.

"That is Reggie Mantle," Betty shrugged, pulling out her equipment. "Why--" she froze, her eyes flying to mantle and then back to Veronica, multiple times. "No."

The girl scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Ok, seriously? Whats this guy's problem them? Secretly a cannibal?"

Betty sighed.

"No, he has a girlfriend." The Lodge perked up.

"Really now..." Her eyes burned into the boy's head. "Who is she?"

"Y/N L/N." The blonde muttered. "I've spoke to her a couple of time. She's really nice, but sometimes she can be sensitive. That's why you shouldn't mess with her!"

Veronica laughed slightly.

"She sounds like a pussy the way you're describing her." Veronica put a palm to her mouth. "Sorry! I shouldn't be calling people names when i haven't even met them. Force of habit i guess."

Betty placed a comforting hand on her back, rubbing slightly.

"It's ok. I get it. But don't say that infront of any of the bulldogs, or Cheryl Blossom." She warned.

"Why Cheryl?"

"Cheryl and Y/N may not be enemies, but Cheryl is a gossip bomb. If she hears anyone say anything, she tells everyone, and she never tells anyone nicely."

Veronica groaned.

"Look," Betty put her hands near her chest, palms facing Veronica. "I can't control what you do. If you wanna try get inbetween the Power Couple then go ahead, but i warned you..."

"Power Couple?"

"They've been together since Freshman Year. They've never broken up or gone on a break. Both are fiercely loyal to each other and they have never been tempted by the many people who have tried to get one of theirs attention."

The school teacher waltz in, a smile on his face.

"All right class, settle down now. Turn to page--"

--

Veronica eyed Reggie on the other side of the cafeteria.

"For being the power couple, they sure don't spend a lot of time together, i haven't even seen this Y/N girl in the hallways."

Kevin's eyes darted to Betty's.

"Well, they often say that they can trust eachother enough not to be around eachother 24/7. Plus, Y/N been busy with the drama club she runs."

"Drama? No wonder She's so sensitive," the insult flies out her mouth without her noticing, chomping on some fries instead.

"Well, she's amazing at it, me and her are close friends because of it," Kevin stated, looking around and avoiding Veronica's eyes.

"Welp, nows better then never," Veronica stood up, sliding off the bench before swaying her hips, making the small journey to the jocks.

When she rested her hand on the table, chatter stopped and the boys looked at her expectantly.

"Hello, My names Veronica Lodge. I'm new here," She introduced, her eyes pinned to chocolate brown ones.

"You're new?" Reggie asked, smiling up at the girl.

"Fresh meat," She winked, Reggie's eyes widening. The table was dead still.

"Hey Reg, boys," A voice came from behind her, causing her body to swerve round and face the body of the voice.

A [tall/short] girl with H/C hair and [shade] E/C eyes stared back at her, eyes shinning in confusion.

"Hello?" The girl called, eyes squinting curiously.

"Oh!" Veronica flinched slightly. "Sorry, my names Veronica Lodge. I'm new here,"

"I'm Y/N,"

Veronica smiled, internally wincing. She was pretty, very pretty.

"Hey Babe," Reggie leaned in, placing a small peck on her lips.

"Hey Reg," She help onto his bicep, the couple looking at Veronica expectantly.

Veronica's eyes observed their figures, her eyes zooming in on the hands on the jock's bicep.

Her eyes widened to saucers, a sparkling pink ring was decorating the girls ring finger. The ring was shaped like vines wrapping around her delicate fingers with a beautiful, small diamond in the middle where the vines connect.

"Wow, that's stunning," She gushed, taking the girl's hand in her own.

"Oh!" The girl blushed, gently taking her hand away. "Thank you, he gave it to me last month," she explained, awkwardly looking around the room.

"You're very lucky," Veronica smiled. "To be with someone so...sculpted and ,dare i say, handsome. You never know who might want to dig their claws in."

Veronica laughed, but Y/N's face darkened and she looked up at Reggie, who was staring at Veronica in disbelief.

Y/N cleared her throat.

"Y-yes. Very lucky..."

-

Veronica huffed, playing with her pearl necklace.

"I told you so." Betty stated, wrapping her lips around her straw.

"Oh, shut up! I'm barely getting started." She snapped "...sorry."

Betty rolled her eyes.

"Honestly, if you even want a chance you're gonna have to sort that attitude," She smiled sarcastically. Ronnie huffed, digging into her chips.

The arrival of new people was announced by the bell.

Veronica looked over, her eyes widening.

"It's Reggie the hunk and his girlfriend." She mumbled to the Cooper girl, who raised a brow.

"And? They're probably out on a date. Leave them be,"

"Hey! Reggie!" She called, causing Betty to widen her eyes and grit her teeth. "Come sit with us,"

Reggie turned to Y/N, whispering something to her. Y/N's eyes creased before shaking her head.

"It looks like Y/N doesn't want to sit with us." Veronica mumbled. Watching as the couple continued to hiss at eachother. "Oh, look at that...Reggie's practically dragging her over here."

"V, dont."

"Hey Reggie," She fluttered her eyelashes, flicking her hair away from her face. "A little eager?"

Y/N's eyes shot between the two.

"I'm just excited to go on a date with Y/N," he confessed, squeezing the girl's hand.

Veronica hummed, shuffling up.

"You can sit next to me Reg," Reggie's eyes shot to her.

"No offense, but i'd prefer if you called me Reggie," He slid into the booth with Ronnie, leaving Betty to sit with Y/N.

"So," Betty smiled. "What were you guys up to?"

Y/N smiled, shoulders relaxing slightly.

"Well, we were just driving around Riverdale." She explained, grinning at Reggie.

"Ooh," Veronica whistled. "Getting frisky in a car are we?"

Y/N scrunched up her face, shaking her head.

"No," Reggie stated, shaking his head. "Just cruising,"

Ronnie rolled her eyes, deflating slightly.

"That's all? Sounds very...tame. i thought you'd be a wild one Reg-gie." She scooted slightly closer, nobody but Betty noticing.

"We enjoy it either way," Y/N interjected, placing a hand on Reggie's " it clears our heads and we can just talk about everything. Or sit in silence if we're not up for talking."

Veronica looked towards the window, hiding her bored expression. In the reflection, she saw the promise ring sparkling. Her eyes lit up.

"I'm seriously so obsessed with your ring," Ronnie gushed, turning towards them. Y/N smiled, fidgeting in her seat. "May i?"

"Hm?" Veronica nodded to the ring.

Y/N's eyes widened.

"Actually-" Veronica grabbed her hand, yanking the ring off, hearing as she clicked Y/N's fingers accidentally.

"Thanks!" She observed the jewel. "Wow, it's actually real,"

"Why wouldn't it be?" Y/N snapped, eyes squinting slightly.

"Well...i-it's just a promise ring," she shrugged. "Why spend so much money on it?"

"Because it ment something to the both of us," Reggie interjected,eyeing his own finger. His one was a simple rose cold band, the same jewel embedded into it. "Plus, she's worth it."

Y/N laughed, a light pink blush blossoming on her cheeks.

Veronica's face twisted into something ugly, her grip tightened on the ring.

"Hey!" Y/N exclaimed. "Careful, you'll break it." She reached for it.

"It's just a promise ring." She stated, her voice dripping with agitation. Moving it out of her reach.

"If it's 'just a promise ring' you can give it back,"

"Hold on." The rich girl hissed. "I'm not done yet!" She caught a glimpse of Betty, who was giving her a disgusted look, her milkshake held tightly in her hands.

She ignored the look, instead she looked at the couple before slowly slipping the ring on.

"W--" Veronica interrupted her.

"Wow. It fits on my hand perfectly."

"Yeah it does," The bulldog stated, "you guys must have simular hands."

"Hmm." She hummed happily. "I've been told my hands are very soft." She purred, sliding closer.

Reggie laughed, looking at Ronnie.

Veronica bathed in this attention, even if it was just a little.

She pulled Y/N's hand off Reggie's, pulling his up against her own.

"See? Matching," She giggled, causing Reggie to smile.

"Yeah..."

Suddenly, Y/N bolted up, snatching Veronica's hand so harshly that it caused Veronica to lurch, making her stomach hit the corner of the table.

Y/N roughly grabbed the ring and snatched it aggressively.

"Look," Y/N started. "I don't know what your problem is Vanessa, but you need to stop. You shouldn't be snatching things that aren't yours. I would say that your parents should of taught you, but then i remember that your Daddy must have not been around often, doing something criminal? Planning to bulldoze a orphanage and turn it into a theme park? He'd make up any excuse to not have to come home to a whiny brat like yourself." Y/N turned, stalking out of Pops.

Reggie trailed after her quickly.

Veronica watched from the window as Reggie grabbed her. From their faces they were arguing.

"What the hell was that?" Betty hissed.

Veronica rolled her eyes.

"She said some shit things too."

"You deserved it!" Betty bellowed, getting up.

"Wait--" Veronica grabbed her. "Where are you going?"

Betty shook her off.

"Away from you."

-

"Hey Reg," Reggie jumped when Veronica appeared suddenly at his locker.

"What you want Victoria?"

Veronica hissed, almost growling.

"Well," Veronica breathed, taking a step closer, smiling up at him innocently. "I thought me and you could go to Pops today? I heard they're doing a 10% off deal."

Reggie sighed.

"Look--"

"Reggie," Cheryl waltzed up to the two, a giant smile on her perfectly painted lips. Her eyes sparkled. "I just wanted to offer my congratulations, you must be very happy."

Reggie rolled his eyes.

"Cheryl--"

"What's going on?" Veronica slid into the conversation, her shoulder rubbing against Reggie.

The ginger observed the two before directing her attention to Reggie.

"Y/N isn't going to like...whatever this is," she pointed to both of them.

"Nothings-"

"-especially now she's pregnant."

Ronnie stiffened, eyes shooting up to Reggie who was staring at Cheryl.

"I don't want everyone to know Cheryl! Y/N's still adamant about people knowing." He hissed.

"Where is she anyway?" The blossom questioned.

"At home," he grumbled "morning sickness."

Cheryl frowned mockingly

"Give her my condolences." She turned to Veronica. "Use protection." She sauntered off.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Veronica asked, turning to face him, arms crossed.

"Why would i need to tell you?"

Veronica bristled.

"B-because...we...i t-thought. Me and--" she stuttered, face burning. "At Pops..."

"Did you think i was making a move on you?" Reggie asked, bewildered.

"Well--"

"Oh god, Lodge. Sorry but no." He shook his head, taking a few steps back. "I never ment for you to think that. You were talking about the ring, so i got comfortable cause I'm used to talking about it."

"But--i,"

"I knew it." Reggie grumbled, shaking his head and running a hand through his dark locks. "I tried to tell Y/N that we should of sat somewhere else, but Y/N said it would be rude. I wish i just dragged her way from you. Stress isn't good for the baby."

Were they actually gonna keep it? At this age??

"Are you actually thinking of keeping it?" She blurted out before covering her mouth.

Reggie's eyes darkened, his body caging Veronica against the lockers.

"I don't know what you're suggesting, Lodge. But you better rein it in. You got no fucking say in what i do with my child. Y/N wants to keep it. So do i. If you have a problem with that then you can fuck off. Cause I'm not hearing any of your excuses." He turned around, storming away...

-

Y/N lay in her bed sipping a hot beverage as she watched her favourite TV show. A soft hand came to rest on her flat stomach. No baby bump yet.

"Y/N?" Reggie entered, topless and in pajama shorts. He climbed into the bed, snuggling up to the georgous girl laid beside him.

"Yeah?"

"Can you turn to channel six?"

Y/N laughed.

"No, get your own TV,"

"Y/N...this is my house.." he whinned, reaching for the remote.

"Nope. I'm pregnant."

"Is that gonna be your excuse for everything?"

"Yup,"

"Ok,"

They laid beside one another, three hearts beating in sinc as they watch the TV that illuminated the room.

"Can i have some hot chocolate?"

"No,"

[mylovelysanshine]

home; choi san ft. jung wooyoung

summary:

"as long as you are happy, as long as she is happy, my heart will be at ease. no matter how hurt it is." in which choi san, who is in love with you, is willing to give up his desire to confess to you for his best friend who has feelings for you. but does he knows what are your true feelings? no.

or

a love triangle between you, san and wooyoung

g: angst, fluff, romance

w!: cursing of words and thats all ig, please tell me if there's something that triggered you!

a/n: this was requested by @iis4d ! i still remember your request hehe but sorry for taking this so long omg:( i hope you and my fellow atiny readers will like it!!! sorry if there's any errors in this writing,,,,:( but anyways enjoy!:D

for god's sake, san. can you at least becareful?!

oh come on, y/n! i wont die or something!

yes, san! you will die if you arent careful around anjanath!

you're at san's house, looking or mostly judging at how he plays the new game that he just brought from the game store near his house; monster hunter world. you're a fan of that game, truly in love with the series and how beautifully the graphic is but seeing how your best friend plays makes you want to smash your head onto the wall.

damn it! san shouted, flipping his controller when his character fainted for the first time

you facepalmed, massaging your temple while looking at the screen and at him i told you so

san glared at you and you giggled, eyes furrowing as his lips pouting which makes him look so adorable, having the urge to kiss him but you shook the thought off.

as if you have played this game before! he whined

uh yes i do, idiot! im hunter rank 250, okay! do no underestimate me! you said, smacking his arm lightly

it was true that you're a hunter rank 250 while he is just hunter rank 10, he have seen you played the game before and he wanted to try it too. probably because he wants to be on the same level as you so he could play together with you or he wants to play together with you. san couldnt think of things to backfire you over the game that you were good in it so he gave up and crossed his arms in defeat.

you laughed loudly, laughing because of how adorable san is. oh dont be mad~ you cooed, going down from the sofa to the floor, just to hug your best friend. you wrapped your arms and legs around his waist like a koala, placing your chin on his shoulder. is my sannie mad?? you asked, pouting cutely at him. san blushed, his face turning into a tomato. he didnt say anything which makes you truly believed that he was upset.

you frowned i really diㅡ AHHH

then, san headlocks you, making your body fall onto his lap as he messes up your hair with his free hand. being a competitive person you are, your hands went to his neck, trying to choke him. he let go of you, hands going to yours as he tries to break your grip off him which is an opportunity to run from san.

yaa!! y/n!!! you heard him scream as you went upstairs. you stopped for a moment, looking for rooms to hide until your eyes landed on his room, you ran when you heard his footsteps coming closer. you're not a fast runner but you passed your p.e tests last semester which was the day you're actually proud of. too bad san was faster than you when you tried to close and lock his door. both of you were pushing the door, one trying to open while another is trying to close until san pushed the door with his full strength, making you scream in horror as he grabs your arm.

you tried to run, trying to escape from his grip until your feet slipped ㅡdamn these socks ㅡmaking you fall onto the ground along with san. like a typical korean romance drama, the male character is ontop of the female character, staring into eachother's soul as the male got closer, eyes looking at you and to your lips until a knock distrupt your story.

san!!!! open the door!!!! it was wooyoung's voice screaming outside his house. both of you got up, scurried into different places; you in the living room while he takes the door. you were blushing mess, hair in a mess and your heart too

but you're not alone.

san opens the door, revealing wooyoung who was annoyed. what took you so long?! i've been waiting for you for the past five minutes!!

goddamn, woo. its not like you're going to die or somethingㅡ

yes i willㅡ oh! y/n!! wooyoung ran up to you, jumping at you, making you scream at how heavy he is as he hugs you. didnt know you are here! he exclaims, showing a bright smile.

well now you do, woo so can you please get off meㅡ you said, trying to breathe with the male body ontop of you. wooyoung giggled, apologising to you as he gets off before looking at the tv screen. isnt...that monster hunter world?

yeah? and what about it? san asked, sitting down on the floor beside you as you're on the couch. im playing that game too! hunter rank 10, just started playing it though wooyoung replied, turning his head to you how about you, y/n? have you played this game before?

you smiled at him hunter rank 250

wooyoung's eyes widened in surprise, body turning at your direction 250?! damn you crazy!

might be, i guess you shrugged as san continues to play his game

what's your weapon of your choice, san? wooyoung asked out of curiousity, looking at the screen that is currently loading the files of the game

dual blades san replied

and you, y/n?

insect glaive

wooyoung nodded at the information that was given to him thats cool! mine is dual blades too!

you raise your eyebrows really? would love to see the both you play together, probably the best duo with dual blades in this game you said, smiling at him before focusing on the screen, observing how san plays.

wooyoung pouted as he looks at you focusing on the tv instead of him, no ideas to have your attention on him and only him.

having san and wooyoung as your best friends can be a pain in the ass sometimes but having them in your life makes it fun and enjoyable, and you love the both of them equally. as you're walking your way to your classroom, a familiar voice was heard screaming your name. not to mention that you're in the hallway with people walking by.

wooyoung, its early in the morning. why are you screaming?! you hissed in annoyance, redness shown on your face. wooyoung smiled cheekily, giggling a little. i just wanted to say good morning to you~ he said, taking your hand and swinging it side to side. you massaged your temple with your free hand, sighing as you shook your head a little. good morning, woo. you're lucky that i love you you muttered, making wooyoung's eyes beams in happiness

then, the school bell rang, indicating that the first lesson has started. you widened your eyes, remembering that your first lesson is with ms chou, the teacher who is always coming for your ass. wooyoung, i need to go! ms chou will come at me if im late! see you later, bye bye! you said hurridly, releasing your hand from his and started running as if your life is at risk before he could stopped you.

wooyoung watches you from afar, your figure slowly disappearing from his sight. he sighs, shoulders going up and down before shaking his head, starting to walk his way to his class.

you slammed the door opened, seeing some of your classmates sitting on their seats, minding their own business. then your eyes trails to the teacher's desk, not seeing ms chou on present yet before landing your eyes on him. choi san. you took a sharp breathe, your lungs tightened automatically as your heart started to beat very fast. he was reading a book, probably a harry potter book and he looks peaceful, like an angel. unfortunately for your heart, the sun was shining against his skin, the light bouncing off from his skin, making him look ethereal. your head started to get dizzy as your legs dragged you to your table next to him without realising.

y/n? you snapped your eyes from wherever you were looking from to him.

y-yes? you managed to speak, despite having a lump in your throat before sitting down on your seat.

you look pale he said, closing his book shut before focusing on you are you sick?

h-huh before you could continue, he placed the back of his hand onto your forehead, trying to feel any heat. you watched every expressions he made, his eyebrows furrowing as he squinted his eyes with his nose scrunching and his cherry lips pouting. his lips. you have never been wanting to kiss his lips right now, how you want to taste his lips, how you want to claim his lips yours. then you caught his eyes, he's staring at you.

you didnt know why you're being like this after the incident that happened at san's house from a few days ago. you do have a little crush on san before but now, it seems like your crush on him is getting bigger and bigger. you hated it, hated to have feelings on your bestfriend that will most probably reject you.

y/n? san calls your name softly, snapping out from your daydream. you realised that san's face are close to yours, his nose ghosting onto yours but before you two took a step forward, the door slammed open.

sorry kids, ms chou was late!

oh what a deja vu..

after school has ended, you slowly pack your stuffs as your classmates made their way out from the classroom. you sighed, too caught up with the thought of san. before this situations between you and san happen, your other best friend, gahyeon, told you that san likes you but you didnt believe her in one bit despite having a close friendship with her for 3 years. you dont believe the boy that has been with you ever since you were out of your mother's womb would like you, there's alot of thirsty girls eyeing him since young and you bet that there will be or is a girl that would or has caught his eye

and that girl would not be you.

exiting the classroom and the school, you straightaway went to the library, wanting to clear your mind off by writing or probably reading a book or both.

san was making his way back home from school, too caught up with the thought of you. ever since that incident happened at his house, things became awkward between the both of you. how the both of you didnt greet eachother as used to, hugging eachother or any skinship between you two. especially this morning, how the both of you were so close enough to almost kiss eachother but that didnt happen even though he wants it to happen. he shook his head, shaking those thoughts away.

why would you like him? for someone who he thought is not handsome as wooyoung. he thought you would like wooyoung than him, and how he thought that you would choose other guys than him.

wooyoung, on the other hand, was thinking on how to confess his love to you. too stressed on his plan, wooyoung called san through his phone.

hey san? i need your help.

what do you need? san asked, throwing wooyoung a packet of chips before sitting the opposite of where wooyoung sits.

you know yunho is going to throw a huge party this friday, right? and how even everyone in our school is invited, right?

san furrowed his eyebrows, nodding his head a little, confused where wooyoung is going. ...yeah?

well, im going to plan to confess y/n on that day! san stops eating his chips as wooyoung continues but i dont know how to confess to her..

oh

wooyoung pouts, clasping his hands together into a ball help me, san! i cant think of anything...and you know alot about her more than i do!

well that's because im in love with her, woo he thought to himself before giving him a painful smile as he feels his heart drop at the thought of you and wooyoung together instead of him.

i will help

wooyoung's eyes beams in happiness really?!

san tries to keep his smile, nodding his head yes, of course, you're my best friend afterall.

wooyoung then hugs san tightly, showing how appreciative he is to san. thank you, san!

you're welcome, woo he said, trying to control his tears as he hugs him back

as long as you're happy, as long as she is happy, my heart will be at ease. no matter how hurt it is.

friday came by and you are sitting on the bench at the school garden with gahyeon who is playing games on her phone. too caught up reading your book, gahyeon spoke up.

hey, are you ready for tonight's party?

you lowered your book down a little, looking at gahyeon with a confused look.

there's a party tonight?

gahyeon rolled her eyes and face palmed yes, you forgetful idiot. remember yunho? that tall adorable looking puppy guy? he invites the whole school to his party, since his parents are out of town for the whole month.

okay, so? you asked, confused. you rarely go to parties because it drains your energy since there will be alot of people there and you're scared that anything might happened to you if you're drunk since males nowadays are just horny piece of shits who cant keep their dicks in their pants and does not know the meaning of consent. you're glad that gahyeon doesnt go to parties alot, though mostly the parties she goes to is her family business party.

so how about we go? gahyeon beams school has been a pain in the ass ever since the exam schedule came out so how about we go there to release our stress out?

and get drunk? yeah no

oh come on! just this once, y/n! and never again! gahyeon begs, giving you that puppy face that you couldnt resist whenever she wants or do something.

you groaned, closing your book, throwing your head back a little as you know you lost due to her cuteness. i mean, who would ignore gahyeon's adorable face?

..fine

day passed by quickly as you and gahyeon are getting ready for the party. since you dont have alot of fancy dresses to wear, you wore an off shoulder purple lace dress that your mom brought for you for your birthday. its not that tight or short for you and you are grateful for this dress to be yours, your mom has a better understanding of fashion and you than yourself. you look at the reflection of the mirror, looking at gahyeon who is stressing herself on which dress to choose for the party.

goddamn, gahyeon. is it that hard to choose a dress?

gahyeon glared at you yes it is, y/n! if you own alot of clothes, you would feel the sane way as me!

i do and all of them are comfortable and simple so i dont have a hard time choosing unlike you

ugh, whatever! you know what? im just going to choose this dress! she rummaged through her closet and picked out a short sleeveless red dress that have some pretty design but you dont care, you actually care if san is going to the party or not.

god, do you think y/n would come? wooyoung asked loudly as the music in yunho's house was blasting, bouncing up and down as he was nervous.

san chuckles, looking at his friend as he feels his heart stings. he was hoping for you not to come because he doesnt want to see you be with wooyoung but at the same he hopes to see you come, to see wooyoung confessing his love to you and you would accept it and see the both of you happy because you would choose other guys than him and to san, that's the truth.

i dont know, woo but i know she will he said, trying to comfort his friend with his best even if he feels worse.

then, you stepped into the house with your friend and san saw you from afar since both san and wooyoung is at the drinking section which is kinda far from the doorstep, along with people who is covering his sight from you as they are dancing in the area that he is in. but he indeed saw you and well, he's in awe on how beautiful you look and he realised that he's falling deeper in love with you. he swallowed hard, looking away as he closed his eyes. he cant be doing this right now, his friend likes you and he doesnt want to ruin this opportunity for wooyoung but yet, here he is ruining his own opportunity. he opened his eyes, to see if you werent there but you are still there, looking at him back. he took a sharp breathe before nudging wooyoung at the side.

she's here

wooyoung looks around, trying to find you in the crowded area where? where?

she's coming to our way with gahyeon so get ready, lover boy san said, giving him a smirk as both you and gahyeon walked to their direction

san!! wooyoung!! you called, releasing your hand from gahyeon and hug both of the boys as they hug you back. both of you look amazing, i wonder if there's any chicks hitting their shots at the both of you? you asked cheekily

wooyoung laughed, holding your hand nah, they dont caught my eyes like you do

you blushed, laughing a little thank you for the compliment, wooyoung. much appreciated

okay okay! anyways, boys. me and y/n are going to meet our girlfriends so if you could step away please! gahyeon said, cutting off from whatever wooyoung is trying to do. she glares at san we will get back at you later so tata! she continues with full of sass, gahyeon then takes your hand and pulls you away from the both of them.

damn, i was about to ask her to dance with me! i swear gahyeon loves to interrupt my opportunity! wooyoung gritted his teeth, feeling frustrated.

calm down, woo! they just came, let them have fun a little, will you? san said, calming his friend down.

yeah yeah, whatever. im going to find seonghwa for some advice and the rose, see you later with my future girlfriend! wooyoung jokes and pats his back before leaving him alone, finding his older friend.

san stood there alone, looking down on the floor as his heart breaks into pieces.

you sat on the couch with gahyeon, talking with her friends on how males can such be a pain in the ass. too caught up with the conversation, you saw one of her friends look up. you look at the direction she was looking at and you saw wooyoung standing infront of you. the conversation between the eight of you stops and all eyes look at wooyoung instead, confused on why he is here.

woo?

uh, y/n? can i talk to you for a moment? wooyoung asked nervously, looking down.

you looked at gahyeon's friends and gahyeon, who looks a little dark at the sight of wooyoung. you apologised to the seven of them before going up to wooyoung. without saying anything, wooyoung grabs your hand and pull you to wherever he wants you to go.

as gahyeon saw you being pulled by wooyoung, she sighs before standing up, making her friends look at her with confusion written all over their faces.

im going to talk to someone

san was sitting on the staircase, thinking about you as he drinks whatever liquid he was drinking, not caring much about his well being.

choi san he heard gahyeon's voice what the fuck?

what?

what the fuck are you doing, san? arent you supposed to confess to her? and not wooyoung? didnt you told me you like her? gahyeon asked angrily, standing infront of them with her arms crossed. he looks up and all gahyeon saw is sadness in his eyes, she couldnt help but feel pity for him

why? she asked softly

because i want wooyoung to be happy, i want y/n to be happy he confessed as tears builds up in his eyes i know she wont choose me

why? she asked again, but in a harsher tone

because i know, gahyeon. i knoㅡ

gahyeon cut him off, her fist hitting on the railing hard, not caring if it hurts are you some fucking fortune teller or something? do you know if she even likes you? san, you wont know anything if you dont take a step forward! she screams, angry at how stupid san is, how stupid his mindset is.

san didnt react at her ourburst but instead, he just stood up and walk pass her, walking towards the door.

choi san! gahyeon screams in anger as he exited from yunho's house.

what is it, wooyoung? you finally asked after he drags you into a garden, dragging you away from the noisy house. you see him breathing deeply with his shoulders going up and down before looking at you.

i-i like you, y/n he confessed, making your eyes widen in surprise. i really do like you, y/n. ever since i met you through san, i couldnt help but developed a liking towards you and i hope that you will accept me he ends off with a rose in his hands. you look at him, his eyes full of hope and you couldnt help but to think of san. no matter how much you want to stop thinking about him, the thought of san will always comes back and if you were to accept wooyoung's confession, it would be toxic for the both of you as you will still keep thinking about him and not wooyoung. though, you are thankful of him being your best friend but you have never thought of a new level between you and wooyoung. only san. choi san.

san, san, san, sanㅡ

im sorry you gasped for air, being to pressured with wooyoung's confession and the thought of san as tears starting to build up in your eyes. imㅡ im so sorry, wooyoung you apologised as you look at him im sorry

the hope in his eyes has faded as he lowers his hands down. it was quiet for a moment before he speaks up

..why?

san. choi san.

you were trying to find a way to answer but you couldnt, the lump in your throat was getting bigger and giving you a hard time to answer

is it because of san?

you paused, looking down before nodding y-yeah...

wooyoung chuckles sadly what a lucky guy he is. no matter how much i try, you will choose him either way

you look up, giving him an apologetic look but wooyoung gives you a smile. not the normal bright smile he used to give but an encouraging one

go and confess to him, y/n he said

you blinked, confused at what he was talking about.

looking at your confused face, he rolls his eyes and sighs go and confess to san, y/n before giving you the rose he is holding go

b-butㅡ

y/n, you better hurry up before i cry wooyoung said, his tears starting to spill as he pushes you out from the garden into yunho's house and before you could say anything, wooyoung slammed the door infront of you.

you gulped and look at the flower you are holding

confess to san

you breathe in and out, nodding your head and went to find san. you looked around the house, trying to him but instead you saw gahyeon walking to your direction

gahyeon! you called out, running to her where's san?

she looks surprised san? i dont know, why?

you hesitated, trying to find a way to answer her question ....i...im going to confess to him

y-you're going to confess to san?? i thought wooyoung confessedㅡ

can we talk about wooyoung later? i want to find san first you cut her off, desperation was heard in your voice

gahyeon's face softens, giving you an apologetic look as she holds your hand im sorry, love but i dont know where he went...but you know where he always goes to

you gave her a confused look as you try to think hard about the place san would always go and it hit you

the park

san stares at the night sky, seeing the stars shining in the dark as his tears rolls down on his cheeks. he's wondering how's wooyoung's confession goes, did you accept? or did you reject? he wonders if he ever get the chance to confess to you but he knows he doesnㅡ

san! his thoughts were cut off by your voice but he didnt believe that its yours, he thought he was dreaming

san! your voice got nearer and nearer choi san!

he whips his head to the side and saw you, panting really hard with your hair in a mess. he looks down, your hand holding a rose and the other holding your heels

wait, the roseㅡ

ㅡi love you, choi san!

san frozed on his spot, his mind went blank as he heard the words he was hoping to hear from you but he couldnt believe that he is hearing those words from you

you pant heavily, lifting the rose in your hand as you drop your heels

yes, i love you, san. i really do! you repeat your words, in case san wouldnt believe in you or he might be deaf. i love you, san

san lift his hand and point to himself m-me? you love me?? and you nod why, y/n? i thought you would like woo but me? why me? i thougㅡ

his words were cut off by your kiss, you were too fed up with his rambling that you decided to kiss him, to show that you are truly in love with him. in love with san. he automatically kisses you back, his hands cupping your cheeks as he deepens his kiss, finally giving you the love he keeps for you for a long time. you broke the kiss first, trying to breathe and so is he. san looks at you with love in his eyes as he placed his forehead on yours with his hands on your waist. the rose you were holding was no longer in your hands as it falls onto the ground with your heels when you kissed san.

it was silent for a moment, it wasnt any awkward silence but rather a comfortable one. you know.. you started to speak i realised that after wooyoung confessed to me, i didnt feel right.

san raised his eyebrow, urging you to continue

i didnt feel like im at home, you know? i dont feel like me whenever im around him but i do whenever im around you. i realised that i've been loving you hard ever since you protected me from those bullies though i thought it would be a small crush but it wasnt and whats their name again? was it kahi? sarah? whatever.

ㅡyou make me feel at ease when i have a storm in my mind everyday, you were there for me even if i never asked you to and you make me feel im at home when im with you you said, caressing his cheeks as you peck his lips, before looking at him in the eye with full of love.

you are my home, san.

a/n 2: and thats it!!!!!! i kinda like this but at the same time no jshdhsjsjdh also i think i have improved my english alot! but if there are still any errors in this writing, im so sorry! please give feedbacks on how i can improve! thank you!! xoxo

[woossexyponytail]

Chapter five; Utopia.

Finale.

Ateez x reader.

Ateez pirate au.

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My eyes snapped open and I shot up, looking around I was in a room a cabin maybe? I wasn't to sure, my head was spinning along with my throat hurting.

"Where-" I spoke, my voice weak, it hurt so I stopped, I was laying on a bed it looked like I was on a ship but who's?

The door slowly opened and I froze not knowing what to expect, I picked up the covers from the bed pulling it around me a sence of comfort.

"Yn what are you doing up?" Geonhak asked as he walked in, my eyes widened in shock as I just stared at him not knowing why he was here or how I was here.

"Geonhak? What where?" I asked standing up to walk over to him, my throat still hurting as I spoke.

"Calm down your safe now, we are on your fathers ship, no pirate will get to you" he said as he placed his hands on my shoulders and started rubbing, I frowned moving away from him.

"What are you talking about how did I get here? Where is here?" I asked glearing up at him, crossing my arms.

"We saw Blackbeard's ship, saw his men throw you in to the ocean, we saved you and now we're heading back home." He explained, I stood quietly as I thought 'what about Yeosang?'.

"No we can't go back, wait what about Yeosang?" I asked panic in my eyes and my voice, Geonhak snorted at me asking that, his turn crossing his arms.

"That pirate is in the cell where he belongs. Gonna be hung the moment we get back to England " he spits out venom in his voice as he spoke.

"No you can't! Where's father?" I asked panicking even more needing to explain myself to father, maybe he'll have some sence.

"Where he normally is-" he said looking behind him as I quickly ran past him and out of the cabin, looking around I saw him by the wheel.

"Father! Father!" I yelled, my voice getting worse, I ran up the stairs now realising I was wearing a dress, I picked up the skirt so I wouldn't fall.

"Yn goodness you shouldn't be up yet you almost drowned" father told me as he ran up to me scolding me for being up.

"Father you have to follow Blackbeard's ship!" I told him, he looked at me shocked then shook his head no. "Why on earth would I do that?" He asked as he started walking away from me.

"Their heading to Utopia, do you really want pirates to be the first to set foot on land?" I asked thinking quickly, knowing he would not allow that.

"Change of plan! We're heading for Utopia men!" Father yelled, my eyes widened, not expecting him to agree so quickly, but it now helps.

"You stay in the cabin I don't want anything happening to you" father said as he walked away, I shook my head no but he didn't listen.

"Geonhak take her back to the cabin" father said, Geonhak grabbed my arm, then slotted father with an "Aye sir" and walked me down the stairs.

"Get off me-" I said struggling to get out of his grip, as we got to the cabin, Geonhak throws me in as I trip and land on the floor.

"Stay here and don't cause anymore problems" he said anger in his voice as he gleared at me, then he slammed the door close and heard him stomped off.

"Unbelievable" I said as I got off the floor and sat down on the bed crossing my arms as I gleared at the door.

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I waited long enough sitting doing nothing so I creeped to the door and slowly opened it, looking around the crew was busy so I ran to the stairs and bellow deck.

"Yeosang? Yeosang?" I whispered walking around, it was dark as I squinted to see, I should of brought a candle with me.

"Yn?" I heard his voice as I quickly ran up to him and my hands landed on his, I was so relieved to see he was alive, a few cuts on his face maybe from a beating I'm not sure.

"Yeosang your ok, oh thank god" I said smiling at him, Yeosang smiled back as he placed his hand on my cheek through the cell.

"Shh your not supposed to be here" he told me as I place my hand on top of his, I felt tears in my eyes as I watched him, I thought I'd never see him again.

"I know but I needed to make sure you were alright" I told him, Yeosang smiled as he wiped the tears away, leaning closer to lean our heads together.

"I'm ok how about you love?" He asked as he closed his eyes and breathed in heavy. "Fine we need to get you out of here-" I said pulling away to look at the cell.

"No don't it's no use at the moment" he told me, I stopped and looked at him as we stared for a while.

"We need to get to Utopia, Blackbeard will kill the crew soon, we need to save them" Yeosang said after a while fear in his eyes.

"It's fine we're following them" I told him smiling softly, Yeosang looked shocked for a moment "What how?" He asked as I smirked.

"My father hates pirates he's not going to let them be the first to get there" I told him, Yeosang chuckled at that.

"For once I'm actually glad your father hate pirates that much" he said through laughter, I nodded giggling myself.

"You need to leave" he said a now serious look on his face, I shook my head no "But-" I began but he cut me off.

"No buts who knows what would happen if they saw us talking" he said, I sighed and nodded in understanding, I turned around and walked back on deck.

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I managed to get to deck without being seen, as I went to go back to the cabin, but got stopped.

"Lady Yn what are you doing?" A crew asked, I quickly tured around facing him, I blushed and smiled nervously.

"I was looking for the kitchen I'm quite hungry" I said the first thing coming to mind, the crew chuckled at that.

"Oh follow me I'll show you were it is" he offered I smiled thanking him as we walked to the kitchen.

"Yn!" Was heard as we opened the door, the first thing I was greated to was the cook yelling my name.

"Seokjin?! What are you doing here?" I asked as I ran up to him giving him a hug, Seokjin was the chef at home, I'm to happy to see him.

"Your father said you were kidnapped by pirates, I offered my service to help. Glad to see you safe." He said hugging me back as we embraced.

"It's good seeing you too." I laughed as we pulled away from eachother, "Now let's get you some good food in you" he said as I sat down at the table watching him work.

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"Hmm so that's what happened, Gunhak is a bit of a snob isn't he?" Seokjin said as he sat next to me as I was eating, telling he what actually happened.

"You go stay in the cabin, I'll make something for Yeosang" Seokjin said as he winked at me, I grinned at him thanking him again as I made my way out the kitchen.

"Thank you Seokjin, your the best" I said as I left hearing a faint "I know" as I chuckled at that and in a happier mood now.

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I stayed in the cabin waiting patiently, it had now been four days at sea, everyday I would sneak down to see Yeosang to see if he was doing ok.

I was just walking to the door when I heard movement outside, taking a look the crew was standing around staring at something. I walked out gasping at the island infront of me.

"There it is" one of the crew members said, "The legend is true" another said as the crew walked closer to the edge of the ship to get a better look.

"Utopia" Seokjin said as he walked up next to me, I couldn't look at him since my eyes were glued to the island.

"It's beautiful" was all I was managed to say, as my eyes followed the flock of birds that flew around the trees, the colours almost too intense to be true. There was the dazzling blue of the ocean, the immaculate white beach, the rich elemental green of the pine trees and rain forest, it was truly Utopia.

"There's Blackbeard's ship!" One of the crew members yelled out, pointing over the the black ship, Father ran up glearing at the ship.

"Listen up men, I want two groups, you lot sail over and take over Blackbeards ship, the other group will come with me to the island" my father yelled, the crew scattered as they grabbed what they could.

"Yn, you stay here with Geonhak and a few other crew members, stay safe" my father said, I nodded with a serious expression on my face. He kissed my forehead then walked over to his first mate as they got a boat ready to go to the island.

I watched father leave I stood by the edge of the ship but Blackbeard's ship was still in the corner of my eye.

The ship slowly sailed towards the pirate ship, I frowned then turned to head below deck to get Yeosang.

"Yn where are you going?" Geonhak asked as he grabbed hold of my arm stopping me from moving.

"Nowhere important" I told him as I struggled to get out of his grip, his hold on my arm tightened the more I struggled, tears pricked the corners of my eyes as the hold hurt.

"You are my fiancé I need to know where your going!" Geonhak yelled, the crew left on ship did nothing as they watched.

"I remember never agreeing to marry you Geonhak!" I yelled back at him, I put my hand on his trying to push him away from me.

"You will marry me after we get back to England" his voice was low almost deadly, at that I froze from fright not knowing what to do.

"Let go of me" my voice was weak, I closed my eyes cursing myself for sounding weak infront of him.

"Or what?" He asked, his frown turned in to an evil smirk as he started dragging me to the cabin, I tried to get free with no use.

"Or you'll regret it" I heard someone say, and then in a second Geonhak fell to the floor unconscious, turning around my eyes widened.

"Yeosang?! How did you get out?" I asked running up to him hugging him tightly, he held me close as I buried my face in to his chest.

"Seokjin helpped" Yeosang explained, his hand landing on my head as he stroked my hair, I gripped him tighter feeling more comfortable with him.

"I know I'm amazing" Seokjin said from behind Yeosang, I pulled away smiling up at the older man, Seokjin smirked and rubbed my head.

"Now you two get over to that ship save the crew I'll pretend I didn't see anything" Seokjin said as he wondered away, probably back to the kitchen.

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Thankfully the crew left Yeosang and I alone as he sailed the ship over to Blackbeard's ship, the closer we got the quieter it got, it seemed that there was no crew on his ship.

Yeosang came down grabbing a sword placing it in his holder, grabbing my hand we walked over to the edge of the ship.

Yeosang grabbed one of the ropes climbing up on the side, he turned around and held put his hand for me to take.

"Your mad" I said shaking my head looking down at the ocean then back up at Yeosang, "thank goodness otherwise this wouldn't work" he chuckled as he pulled me up and placed his arm around me.

We swang across to the ship landing on the deck, we looked around and the ship was pretty quiet, Yeosang pulled out his sword and my hand leading me down below deck.

"Yeosang!! Yn?! You two are alright!" Wooyoung yelled the moment he saw us, we ran over to the crew that was now locked in a cell.

"Oh thank god" Seonghwa sighed as he breathed out a sigh of relief, then smiled over at the two of us.

"We thought you were gone" Yunho said as he walker over to us, I looked down at the lock and pulled out a clip from my hair to unlock the cell, hearing the click I pulled open the door as they got out.

Wooyoung ran out first, hugging both Yeosang and myself as he smiled brightly at us laughing.

"Wait wheres Hongjoong?" Yeosang asked as he looked around not seeing him, I turned to Seonghwa waiting for him to explain.

"With Blackbeard, Hongjoong is leading them through the island" Seonghwa sighed rubbing his head in frustration, the rest looked down to the floor.

"Why would he do that?" I asked as I frowned, looking over at Yeosang who was also frowning at the news.

"Blackbeard was going to kill us if he didn't" San said, he looked very sad, Jongho stood next to him rubbing his back.

"Then we got to get to the island" I said as I rushed to deck having a look around to find a boat, the guys following close behind.

"That's not only dangerous but stupid. Yn your father is on the island now, if he knew what happened he'd have us all killed where we stand" Yeosang explained as he got hold of my shoulders so I could look at him.

"My fathers main priority is Utopia, he won't care until he takes out Blackbeard" I told him looking over at the others who all nodded.

"Then what's the plan?" Jongho asked looking around also seeing no more boats, we stood there thinking for a moment until Mingi spoke.

"I might have an idea?" He said as he looked around a smirk on his face chuckling quietly to himself.

"Why don't we crash the ship in to the island, then sink the other boats apart from two, hide the two, go grab Hongjoong then take the navi ship back to Tortuga?" Mingi explained a proud smile on his face.

"Ok anyone have a better idea?" Seonghwa asked shacking his head as he crossed his arms, at that the others chuckled at Mingi as he pouted.

"What's wrong with my plan?" Mingi asked as he gleared over at Seonghwa, "Hmm I don't know, maybe the whole plan!" He yelled at Mingi, the others laughing louder.

"It could work. At least the getting and going to the island, if we find some weapons and keep low, we could grab Hongjoong without a fight, but more likely it will end in one" Yeosang said his hand to his chin thinking.

"That could work, ok let's find some weapons" Seonghwa nodded as we all rushed around to find any weapons that was left.

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After a while we found a descent amount of weapons to use, Seonghwa made his way to the wheel as the others took care of the ship, the moment everything was done the ship sailed off.

As we moved closer to the island we all braced ourselves for the hard impact that was about to happen.

The ship creaked dangerously as waves thrust forward in great amounts of power, the crash happened fast as we all fell to the floor from the impact, Yeosang was by my side immediately helping me up.

"Is everyone alright?" Seonghwa yelled to us, we all nodded as he walked down towards us.

"We gotta do that again!" Wooyoung yelled laughing clapping his hands as he had a bright smile on his face still laying on the floor.

"Focus Wooyoung! We are here to save Hongjoong remember" Seonghwa said glearing at him, Wooyoung stopped laughing looking up at Seonghwa as San walked over to help him up.

"Right let's go" Seonghwa said as he climbed down to the beach below, one after the other following after him.

As I placed one foot out from the wooden ship, and the next foot out, my feet decided to plant itself into the sand.

My eyes felt like it didn’t know how to blink at that moment as I was awe struck by what my eyes witnessed.

In front of me was a place filled with the unending grains of golden sand, as if the whole island was made out of gold itself.

Shimmering blue waters that sparkled in the presence of the sunlight encircled the island.

Greenery spread out all around the island, with patches of different coloured flowers that grew among bushes occasionally.

As we all got down from the ship Seonghwa started walking in to the jungle, cutting our way through the dense, suffocating undergrowth, fighting through the very thick air, which hung heavy, moist and still.

Trees tall as cathedrals surrounded us, and a strange green light almost holy shimmered through the vast canopy of leaves.

The forest seemed to have an intelligence of it's own. It's voice was the sudden screech of a parrot, the flicker of a monkey swinging through the branches overhead. It knew we were here.

So far we had been lucky. We hadn't been attacked by pirates or from fathers navi, of course we had by mosquitoes and stinging ants. But the more dangerous things had left us alone. The rivers we had crossed had been free of anything deadly.

"How far have they gone! I'm tired!" Wooyoung whined as he walked behind San, San moved a large leaf out the way but let it go as it hit Wooyoung in the face hard making him whine louder.

Yunho laughed along with the others, I smiled over watching them goof around, but it was shortly lived as we were surrounded by the navi pointing guns at us.

We all froze holding up our hands, I looked over at the others seeing panic in their eyes, I sighed realising we weren't going to get Hongjoong back.

"Wait! Guns down! That's my daughter!" I heard father say as he ran up to us, he grabbed my arm pulling me away from the crew.

"Tie them up we should be there shortly" father said to his crew who nodded running up to the guys and taking away their weapons.

We walked for what felt like hours, I could hear the boys quietly complaining behind me, I had asked father multiple times now what is he looking for but he wouldn't say.

Thoughts floated around my head remembering what the mermaids told me. There is an internal Island of legend, a place with unimaginable beauty, but a growing evil, where the forces of life and death are in constant conflict, for centuries many have come in search of it's power, only to fall for its corruption, and now you have come to this place alluried by the promise of power and immortality, the darkness will claim you. Are you willing to risk everything for a taste of Utopia?

"Power? Immortality? Forces of life and death in constant conflict?" I whispered to myself, I thought harder what connect those together? I wondered.

"The fountain of youth! That's what's here that's what everyone is looking for!" I yelled after gasping, father turned around smiling.

"You truly are my daughter" he said laughing, we carried on walking for awhile something wasn't right why would father want to see the fountain of youth? What is he planning?.

We stopped, seeing in the distant was a majestic waterfall that looked like a sheet of blue velour swishing down, its edges hemmed with whipped white lines. The water thundered down into the pool like a gigantic waterspout. This must be where the fountain is.

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There was a cave hidden behind the water fall, the cave was built into the muddy brown rock of the cliff, the stone guarding the entrance was jagged and uneven, arranged in such a way, that it would be difficult to pass.

One by one everyone entered the cave, we then became engulfed in chilling blackness. The absence of light meant the absence of its warming touch, as I shivered.

Small, loose stones littered the floor causing me to trip as we got further in, the loose stones shifted, twisting my ankle one way and then the other, and the noise of those disturbed rocks echoed off the dense stone walls. Ahead was the sound of more water dripping in the distance.

But without even a match to cast light into the black there was no way to tell how deep it was or if the next step would take us into it's frigid depths.

Father held a stick lighting it on fire, All of a sudden, flaming torches sparked to life, lighting up the tunnel ahead and bathing the entire cavern in a flickering orange glow.

"Let's go" father said as he started walking off following the torches, As afraid as I was I turned to look over to Yeosang he smiled softly at me.

We enter into the massive underground chamber, the walls covered in crystals, the middle of the chamber was a fountain, obviously the fountain of youth the place was full with pirates, Blackbeard's crew.

I stood next to the guys, out of the way of what was about to happen, seeing Hongjoong looked over at us a smile placed on his face.

My father grabbed his sword aiming it at Blackbeard, him doing the same with his sword, father was about to reach him and slashed downwards with the sword. 

Blackbeard parried with one of his gauntlets and the blade clashed against the metal strapped to father’s arms with a shriek that sent sparks flying into the air. 

Father was quick and uppercut slashed at Blackbeard, attempting to catch him from stem all the way to stern. Blackbeard side stepped to the right just enough and the blade passed a hairs breath from his face. 

As they fought the other pirates joining in I moved over to the guys cutting the ropes loose as we made our way to Hongjoong, we watched around as everyone was detracted.

"We got to destroy this place" Hongjoong said we looked over confused as he started to explain.

"This place is to dangerous for any man to ever see" he said, we looked around thankfully everyone was still fighting not paying attention to us.

"Hongjoong you wanted to find this place, all the trouble we went through and now you just want to destroy it?" Seonghwa asked getting confused.

"It's better this way" he said sighing as he turned around looking at the fountain, I nodded agreeing with him, who knows what would happen if someone got hold of this power.

"On three we push" Hongjoong said, we all grab hold of the fountain, on three we pushed making it tilt, pushing harder it finally started to fall knocking it to the floor.

The moment the fountain crashed to the floor the crystal walls started to shake, rocks fell from the ceiling some landing on other knocking them out.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" Father and Blackbeard yelled, they both ran up to us aiming the swords to Hongjoong and Yeosang.

Quickly Yeosang and Hongjoong lifted swords, hearing the clash I jumped away, San and Jongho grabbed me as we started running out, now realising that the chamber was caving in.

I looked behind seeing Blackbeard fighting Hongjoong, and father fighting Yeosang, my heart racing hoping nothing will happen to the two pirates I've come to care about.

As we ran I saw that we were the only ones running out, maybe we were the only ones who saw the place caving in. Finally getting out the sun beaming down the light blinding.

We waited hearing the rocks falling, I held my breath waiting for Hongjoong and Yeosang to come running out, the others stood getting anxious as well.

Seonghwa pushed us all back as we saw the dust come rushing out of the cave entrance, still no sign of Hongjoong or Yeosang, my hand grabbed Wooyoung's hand he squeezed back nervous as well.

We all leaned in to see two figures getting closer to the entrance as they ran, coming out of the dust was Hongjoong and Yeosang, we cheered seeing them.

"Let's get the hell out of here" Hongjoong said as he sighed rubbing his head and walking the way to the beach. We looked back at Yeosang waiting for him to say something but he just started walking as well.

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We ended up sailing back to Tortuga after a few days, Hongjoong explained that they ran out of the cave while both my father and Blackbeard tried to save the water from the fountain of youth, the cave trapping them in and now probably dead.

We walked off port and on to Aurora finally feeling comfortable and safe again, Yeosang grabbed my hand pulling me away from the others.

"I wanted to apologise about your father" he said, looking down at the floor, both hands in mine, I shook my head.

"Don't be I knew Utopia would kill him one day, it's sad but true, so there is nothing you should apologise for" I told him kissing his cheek as I walked back over to the others.

"Well Yn what's your plan, wanna stay with us or go home?" Hongjoong asked standing next to them, I thought about it for a bit, seeing them all watching me waiting for my answer.

"Theres nothing at home for me now, really there never was.." I said really thinking about my options, I looked up at Yeosang he just nodded at me probably already knowing what I'd choose.

"Stay with us then please!" Wooyoung yelled as he ran up hugging me tightly, the others laughed as I giggled hugging him back.

"Of course, if you'll have me?" I asked glancing over at Hongjoong, he grinned as he came up to hug me too, that was the sign for the group to all hug me making me laugh louder.

"It would be our pleasure to have you as a permanent member of the crew" Hongjoong said as the others cheered.

Letting go Hongjoong made his way to the wheel as we started sailing once again, Yeosang quickly kissed my lips then ran off to where Hongjoong was standing.

I blushed realising that the whole crew saw what just happened, the sound of giggling was heard from some of the younger crew making me blush harder.

"As you've likely seen, the number of Merchants roving these waters is three score the number of military ships." Hongjoong said getting our attention.

"Aye. Easy Purchase, but in small doses." Seonghwa said nodding as his eyes roamed the ocean seeing the ships in the distance.

"Right. So to lure the Navy out of hiding, it's best to cause a bit of mischief." Hongjoong said smirking at us, the others cheered getting excited.

"Catch a few small fish to attract the big ones." I said now understanding what they were talking about.

"That's right. So plunder and pillage as you see fit." Hongjoong said laughing, Utopia far from our minds now as we set off in to the horizon for the next adventure, finally my dreams have come true, I thought smiling to myself watching the crew mess around, truly I was home.