#it'll just end up feeling like a confused mess that tries to please everyone

[foxstens]

mirage looks great but i don’t have high hopes for it

[hanmi-xo]

Beg Me | (Svt Dino x OC)

S M U T | M A I N | O N E S H O T S | S C E N A R I O S

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Status: Complete Word Count: 7.2k Pairing: dinoxoc (fem!) Genre: Romance, Angst, Contract Marriage, Smut, One Shot Themes: dom/fem, sub/dino, BDSM, switch, rough, begging, mind break, overstimulation, cumming (lots), contract marriage, handjob, dry humping, licking, whipping, cuffs

Summary: Chan doesn't know what he's getting himself into after messing with the woman he's grown attracted to. She agrees to their contract marriage for the sake of her social reputation, but because of his antics, she refuses to let him go unnerved. There are things bothering her, and if restraining him is the key, then so be it. -

Note: This is a work of fanfiction. Please respect the real Lee Chan from Seventeen.

I sat on him while he struggled to get out of the cuffs. He looked adorable trying to escape. The way he groaned and cursed at me- I couldn't help but find this whole thing amusing.

Lee Chan.

The man that always taunted and teased me is the same man that wanted this fake relationship. I agreed so I wouldn't have to deal with the harassment of others (especially from my parents). He agreed because he was tired of women trying to get in his pants.

The contract was simple.

Don't intrude each other's personal life and don't fall in love. It'll only last a year. But it's only been 2 months since we got married and I wanted him to feel my wrath.

I was getting tired of him sexually harassing me at work behind everyone's back, and I hated how he would try to arouse me just to piss me off.

For a man that's horny, I wanted to show him true pain and pleasure.

"Jina! What the fuck!" He yelled as he continued to yank his wrist as if he'd get loose.

I used my forefinger to trace my nail upon his skin. I watched him freeze with gritted teeth. I can see him body twitch as my finger went from his abdominal before making circles on his abs. I slowly made my way up to his chest before wrapping my hand around his neck. His skin was soft and his muscles were tense.

He let out a gasp from the sensation I gave him before the pressure of my fingertips around his neck surprised him. He yelped.

"I swear Jina. When I get out of this, I will fuck you up!" He cursed at me.

I snickered at his words. "Fuck me up? How?"

I leaned onto him so my covered breast could be pressed against his chest. I heard him gasp from my weight before I whispered in his ear.

"You're a pathetic cuffed man with only his briefs on. You can't even see me, dumbass." My warm breath hit him and I can see his ear turn red.

He was blind folded so he couldn't see shit. He looked so vulnerable with the way he presented himself- or rather, how I set him up.

He was spread out like a sheet with his eyes blindfolded. His wrists were cuffed to each corner of the bed frame and his legs were tied down to the other end. He was sleeping when I did this. He's such a heavy sleeper it was funny when he woke up after I already put him in bondage.

He was so confused at first until he heard my voice, and now, he's pretending he's okay when he clearly isn't.

He was getting aroused by me like a fool, but I couldn't tell of it was from my voice or was it because of the situation I put him in?

I couldn't tell.

Whatever it was, he was making this too easy.

I grinded my hips against his pelvis. I can feel the sensation of his covered shaft under my folds. His cock slowly grew the more I moved. Soon, I heard Chan let out a deep groan.

I sat up and placed my hands on his chest and continued the motion of my hips. I watched him try to conceal his moans. He bit his lips before bending his head back from pleasure. His hips slowly followed my motion and I can feel his bulge press against my womanhood.

"Fuck..." he whispered.

I grinned with mischief. "You sound quite happy."

I can feel his body grow tense as he tried to stop himself from rubbing against me, but it didn't stop me from grinding.

"Jina you are such a whore. You know that?" He said through gritted teeth.

His voice sounded annoyed but there was a hint of sensation. His voice was deeper than usual as if he was holding back a moan.

"Really?" I raise a brow with a smirk.

His words didn't faze me.

"Tell me, Chan." I brought myself over him again with my lips close to his. I rested my elbows to the sides of his head so he can feel my warmth against him.

I wanted him to feel my body close to his but not enough for me to hug him. I wanted him to know I was there- know that I want him to feel me but not be able to hold me.

"What," he snaps at me but it was almost a whisper.

His hot breath tingled my lips.

"Do you want to get out of those cuffs?" I ask him with low eyes.

He couldn't see me yet it felt like he knew my expression.

His jaw clenched before he could respond to me. "No shit. Now let me go!"

I laughed at his anger.

"Why the fuck are you laughing!?" He yells.

I liked how frustrated he was how. How pathetic he looked. I couldn't help but rub my nose against his. I felt his budge twitch under me before I let the tip of my lips tickle his mouth.

"All you have to do is moan my name and beg me to release you. Don't demand it. Instead, cry for it, " I whisper while I continued to tease him. "It's not that hard, Chan."

His body got tense again. "You must be fucking insane if you think I'd do that."

I smiled. "Alright then. Don't. I'll leave you like this and milk you dry."

Before he can respond, I pressed my lips against his causing him to gasp in my mouth. I let my tongue control his insides while I continued to dry hump him. I can hear him moan while my hands pulled his hair.

My tongue danced with his as he tried to breathe. The sound of our lips being pressed together was loud and the way he panted was hot.

I pulled back as he gasped for air.

"You... fucking... whore..." he said through pants.

I grinned. "I'm sorry, I can't hear you? I'm having too much fun."

"Fun!?" He yelled as if I sounded insane.

I laughed as I grinded against him faster. The bed began to creak with each thrust I did and I could feel him try his best to hold still. He was fighting for his life. For the sake of his pride.

It was hilarious.

He started to curse under his breath but he tried to hid it. It was like he wanted me but he also didn't. He was indecisive and it made this game a lot more fun.

I liked how hard his dick was under me. I wanted him to feel pleasure from my womanhood through our garments. The way he squirmed and tried to fight against me was fun to watch.

"Ugh, Chan. Your cock feels so good," I teasingly said faking a moan.

I heard a groan escape his lips with the sound of his wrist pulling against the cuffs.

"Fuck!" He yelled.

His body bent towards me as though he wanted a better angle. He was giving in. But I wasn't going to let him enjoy this moment.

I pushed him back down to the bed. There was no way I would let him get an ounce of freedom from me.

I stopped moving and I felt him move his hips against mine. He was getting desperate.

"What's this? The great Lee Chan is getting pleasure from me?" I say with amusement.

I can see his brows narrow by denting the blindfold. "I'm a fucking man, Jina! I have needs!"

"Needs?" I say with scoff. "Did you think I'll give that to you if you so demand it?"

I got off him and I could see the frustration show throughout his body. He moved as if he was looking for me but since his eyes were covered he moved his head trying to sense my direction.

I stood on the bed while I watched his body ache as if he was going through withdrawal.

"Jina!?" He called out for me. "Where the fuck did you go!?"

I crossed my arms as I gazed at this man. He looked so pathetic it was like he was putting on a show. I couldn't help but watch him as if he was some form of entertainment.

"What's wrong? Do you miss me?" I mutter. "I haven't even left yet you're calling for me."

I watched him whip his head toward my direction once I spoke. He spoke to me through gritted teeth again.

"Let me go!" He yanked his wrists with the shake of his cuffs.

"No," I reply before getting off the bed.

There was something I wanted to use on him. Guys like him deserve some discipline.

"Jina!?" He called out to me once again as he tried fo figure out where I was.

I took the item out from its bag before eyeing the man that laid spread on the bed.

"What the fuck are you getting? Those better be the keys!" He yelled.

I walked towards him and held the item's handle tightly before whipping the man on his legs. I watched him wince in pain. I was getting tired of him telling me what to do.

"What the fuck!? Did you just whip me!?" He yelled.

I narrowed my brows at him. "Yell at me again and see what happens."

"Is that a threat?" He dare questions me. I can see his body tense.

I stood upon the bed once again and stared down at him. "You forget, you're the one tied up."

I whipped him on his chest and a yelp escaped his lips.

"Say some stupid shit again. I dare you to," I threaten him.

His jaw clenched and he grew quiet. I smirked.

"That's what I thought." I sit on his cock again that was still erected.

He yelped from my sudden weight but he didn't say anything. He gnashed his teeth at me while I went back into the motion of grinding against him. I watched him throw his head back from the pleasure I was giving him. I looked down at his chest and saw his skin get red from the whip. I began to feel some sort of pity towards him.

Did I perhaps take it too far?

I tossed the whip to the side and brought my mouth down to his wound. I began to lick it as though it'd heal. I felt his body twitch and his breathing pitched. My lips left butterfly kisses on his skin in hopes it would make him feel better.

His skin was soft and I couldn't help but lick him like he was some kind of dessert. I wanted to taste him and feel his texture on my tongue.

I don't know if it was my imagination but he tasted sweet with a hint of salt.

I can hear him moan as I licked his whole body. I brought my hands up and laid it on his abdominal. I was slowly bringing my mouth up to his neck, and the more I kissed and licked his skin the louder he got with his breathing and his moans.

I reached his neck and I began to make out with it. Why did he taste so good? Why did he feel so good against me?

I heard him sigh with bliss before releasing a loud moan once I bit him.

"Your skin is so soft, Chan," I whisper in his ear before nibbling it.

I heard his wrists move with the sound of the cuffs.

"Jina..." he said with a mixture of pleasure and anger. He said my name so slow, it was like he was trying not to scream.

My hands found their way to his briefs and I began to fondle his skin hidden under the clothing. I went back to making out with his neck and moans of pleasure spilled out of him.

I wrapped my hands around his cock and slowly pumped him. I can feel him slowly trust against my grasp.

"Fuck..." he whispered before groaning. "Damn it."

I continued to pump him with my hand before pulling my lips away from him. I kissed him on the cheek and he turned towards my direction.

His lips were close to mine and I smirked.

"Don't forget what I told you, Chan." I say. "Moan my name and beg me to release you. Otherwise I'm milking you dry."

He didn't say anything. Rather, he couldn't. My hands continued to pump him while I spoke and it was like he was stuck in between responding towards me or focusing on my hands.

He opened his mouth but no words came out. He tried to speak but a grunt came out of him instead.

I made my way down to his crotch. I left kisses on his skin and he would flex his abs from my touch. The more I messed with him, the more he struggled within my grasp.

"Jina..." he held back a moan.

I stared at his shaft that was peeking out. He was big alright. He was going to be a challenge, and I was willing to take it.

I ripped his briefs with my hands and a tear could be heard throughout the bedroom. Chan groaned. The cold air hit his dick and it twitched up and down as if it were looking for me.

I opened my mouth and held his base with my hands before licking his tip. He winced and I felt his body tense in my hold. There was precum and I licked it off and in response he twitched.

"Oh fuck," he moaned.

I licked his dick like it was a lollipop and made sure each side got tasted. I can hear his breathing get heavy as he growled at me.

I smirked and rubbed his length with my thumb. He pulled his head back. I had full control over him.

"Damn it, Jina," he said in between a groan.

"Keep saying my name," I tell him. "I like hearing it come out of your lips."

His breathing pitched. I chuckled. Was he getting excited from my words?

"Damn, Chan. Your dick- will it even fit my mouth? Should I even try?" I edge him with my breath on his tip.

He pulled his head back again before lifting it up so he can face me.

"For fuck's sakes just put it in!" He yelled with desperation.

I laughed at him.

"In? In where?" I teased.

He let out a groan of frustration.

"I don't fucking know!? Maybe your mouth!? Maybe in your fucking cunt!?" He screamed. "Somewhere inside you!"

He was going insane and I was living for it.

"My mouth?" I say before letting the edge of my lips press against his tip like it was a microphone.

"Yes!" He begged. "Just fucking put it-"

He let out a loud moan with a follow of the cuffs shaking.

I put his length inside. I wanted to see his reaction if I did it while he was mid sentence. And it was like an animal in heat.

"Oh fuck!" He let out a loud moan as I began to go down on him.

His dick pulsed in my mouth with every movement I did with the bottom of his length rubbing against my tongue and sucked cheeks.

"Jina!" He yelled my name before letting out another moan.

I heard the cuffs shake as he thrusted into me. I moved my head up and down as he followed my pace. I stroked his base that couldn't fit in the rest of my mouth every time I bobbed my head.

Chan was losing it. And when I say losing it, he wouldn't stop moaning. There was drool coming out of his mouth and the more he thrusted the louder he got.

I can hear the bed creak as he tried to deepen his length so it can reach the back of my throat. I gagged once I was able to put all of it in.

He was screaming in pleasure as I deep throated him.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck! OH FUCK!" He kept yelling.

His voice was mixed with the sound of the cuffs along with the creaking of the bed. The bed frame kept slamming against the wall with a steady pace as if a beast was banging against the cage.

His thrust became rough and I could tell he was close to cumming. I quickened my pace and the sounds he was making was like a virgin's first time having sex.

It was hot and undignified. It brought me great joy.

I felt his dick twitch and pulse more. He was cumming. And I was ready for his load.

"UGH," he moaned with his body shaking.

His liquids spilled into my mouth and I drank it like water. I didn't stop bobbing my head though. I didn't stop pleasuring him.

He let out incoherent words as he was getting over stimulated. He couldn't even speak correctly. His mind was breaking, and I watched with happiness.

"Jina. Jina! JINA!" He kept yelling my name. "OH FUCK. OH FUCK. OH FUCK!"

I popped his dick out of my mouth and continued to stroke him with my hand. He shook and twitched like he was malfunctioning.

Cum spilled everywhere. He wouldn't stop squirting. His body bent back with every release. He was letting out unending moans. I watched as his body went crazy before deciding in letting him go. He fell back into the bed with heavy breathing as he shook from ecstasy.

I crawled my way back up to his lap and reached the blindfold that covered his almond eyes. I pulled it above so it rested on his fore head. He looked at me with an expression that had so much emotion. He was angry, annoyed, exhausted, and had a hint of desire after I messed him up.

"Are you...fucking... done?" He said through pants.

His dick was getting smaller after releasing so much cum that I decided to torment him until it would come back up. I grabbed some baby wipes off the nightstand while he cursed at me. I was too busy cleaning up his mess to even respond to him.

"Yah, Jina. Your antics didn't work. Just let me go," he says after regaining his breathing.

His voice sounded a bit drowsy. He was getting tired, but I refuse to let him sleep.

I used the wipes to clean his dick and he winced the moment I touched it. Now that he could see me, it was like the atmosphere changed. He growled at me from my sudden action.

"Stop playing with my dick. Didn't you have enough fun?" He said annoyed.

My eyes went up to meet his. "No. I'm not satisfied."

He scoffed at me with narrow brows. "What are you going to do now? Ride me?"

I couldn't help but smile at his question. His eyes widened. He knew what was going to happen. His lips curled up with a smirk as though he wasn't trying to let me get into his head.

"Do you like my dick that much?" He dare says with his oh so charming smiling.

I smiled back at him with the same energy.

"What if I do?" I dare tell him.

He looked a bit surprised by my words but before he could speak, I began to take off my baggy shirt. I made sure he had a good view of me. My black laced bra hugged me tightly allowing my figure to show with my cleavage on full display.

Chan suddenly got quiet as if he was in a trance. I tossed the shirt behind me and placed my hands on his chest while I straddled him. I watched his eyes wander across my body. He was eye fucking me and I saw his wrists move. He seemed to want to hold me but he couldn't.

I grinned at him with low eyes. I brought my hand up towards his face as I caressed it.

I was going to make this man feel heaven and hell.

He melted from my touch but the moment I tugged the blindfold into his mouth, I watched his expression turn from anticipation to complete anger.

He tried to scream at me but all I could hear was the muffling of his voice. I wanted to tease him. I wanted to show him what was coming but he had no right to touch.

I rubbed against his shaft and gazed at him, never loosing eye contact. Chan wanted to speak so bad, but all he made was incoherent sounds as I pleasured myself against him.

His dick was slowly getting hard again, but he was struggling getting back up. With what happened earlier, it would be awhile until Chan can get that same drive again. I wanted him to get thirsty for me. Let him strive to be erected so he can be inside me.

I held my covered boobs up before massaging them in front of him. He squirmed under me as I continued to feel myself. His brows narrowed with following of his wrist yanking the cuffs.

His muffled yells echoed in this room. I took off my bra so my boobs can be on display. He gazed at them so intensely it was like his eyes could burn right through them.

I stood up and began to take off my shorts and underwear. I stared down at this man before stepping on his chest. He yelped from the pressure I put against him. My eyes left his orbs before looking down at his manhood that hasn't gotten fully erected yet, but it was fighting to stand again.

My eyes hung low at this man who seemed so pathetic and pitiful under me. He continued to squirm while I stepped on his chest.

"Hey," I call out to him.

He couldn't say anything with the blindfold in his mouth so instead he let out an annoyed muffle.

"Lee Chan," I call his name. "The man who is trying so hard to fuck me over."

He looked pissed off. I hated how he was still entitled even after I restrained him. His ego of his has to go. Atleast, with me that he had to let it go.

"You look good under me," I mutter before moving my foot off his chest.

He kept staring at me before allowing my naked folds onto his crotch. He winced before staring down at where our body could connect.

"Chan..." I call for him again.

I slowly crawled over him so my breasts can lay on his chest. He closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. He was trying to fight against it. Fight against the urge of wanting me.

I brought my face in front of his and gazed at the man who wouldn't give up. Even if he was annoying me with his stubbornness, it was charming seeing how  he tried to have some sense of self control.

I caressed his cheeks that were covered by the cloth. His eyes opened and it met mine. I smiled at him.

He's working hard you know?

"I applaud you for trying your best," I whisper to him.

I wanted to reward him. He was trying his best dealing with me.

His eyes grew big from my words. It was like he was trying to see if I was fucking with him, but I wasn't. I played with his hair while I admired his features.

"You're handsome, Chan," I mutter. "Even more handsome close up."

I can feel his dick slowly bulge up. His chest moved slowly with his heavy breath. He pushed against my breast as if he wanted to be close to me as possible.

He was always weak with compliments. His ego was bigger than you can imagine.

"Chan... Lee Chan," I repeat his name again. "Oh how I love saying your name."

His eyes looked like they were on fire but the anger he once had cooled down. He wanted me. He wanted everything in his power to fuck me right here.

Those eyes. They screamed at me to release him. The way his hips rolled against mine said everything I needed to know.

I moved the blind fold from his mouth and Chan didn't say anything. There was slight drool from how tight the cloth was and I pulled it off him. I tossed the small fabric elsewhere before caressing my thumb across his lips.

He let out a sigh of bliss from my touch. His eyes stared at me half hooded. He leaned his face towards me in hopes I could kiss him.

"Chan," I say his name again.

He hummed in response with his eyes focused on my lips. I smiled. He seemed so eager.

"Do you want me?" I ask him before rubbing my nose against his nose once again.

I heard him take a deep breath. It was like he wanted to answer me, but he knew he shouldn't. I closed my eyes before placed my forehead against his.

Our lips were close, but not enough for us to kiss. His warmth against mine made my skin feel on fire.

"Well..." I mutter from his refusal to respond.

My eyes opened to see him. He looked aroused and ready to pounce me. He was stunning with the way his lips parted while he gazed at me.

"I want you," I admit.

I couldn't deny my feelings towards him and how sexually attractive he is.

I felt him push his pelvic against me and I immediately pulled him in for a kiss. I moaned as our body pushed against each other. Our lips molded against one another's and we both groaned the more we touched.

"Jina..." he moaned while he kissed me. "Shit..."

Our tongues battled for dominance before I decided to pull away. He looked at me with so much longing. It was clear he was craving more of me.

"Release me," he says.

His voice almost came out as a whisper. It was deep yet somehow soft. It was alluring really.

But not alluring enough.

It's funny how he thinks I'd let him go so easily just because he's about to get some action. I straddled him with my hands fondling his face.

"Don't ruin the moment," I say with low eyes.

He scoffed at me but his eyes remained hooded. He had no sense to argue with me. It was like he finally came to even ground.

I felt myself grow wet under his hard shaft. The way he rubbed against me with my bare womanhood started to kick in. I dragged my hands down to his cock that became fully erected again. He winced at me once I rubbed it with my hand.

I leaned towards him so I can whisper in his ear. There was something I wanted to tell him.

"Beg me to release you and call for my name," I tell him again.

I didn't forget what I told him in the beginning, but there was a reason behind my words. It wasn't just because I wanted to see him suffer, but it's because of something else.

I pulled back to see his once again annoyed face. Before he could speak I rubbed my nose against him once more. He hesitated to speak and in return I spoke again. His eyes burned into mine.

I wanted to confess some things since I knew there wouldn't be a better time than now. I wanted him to know that this marriage contract has become much more to me.

"Chan, don't do it because I ask you to. But do it if you love me," I tell him.

I've been wanting to know if this whole marriage contract was just to toy with me, but the more he struggled underneath, it was like there was something more to it. Even when he bothers me at work he treats me different from everyone else.

I didn't get it. Maybe I seemed like an easy target to him.

We never spoke about our feelings since this was all business for our own sake of dealing with society, but here I was questioning this whole thing.

Were we really going to break things off after a year?

Was I just someone he found entertaining to bother?

What was I to him?

He's laid with many women before but he's grown tired of them. I knew I was supposed to be his easy way out and I wouldn't think much of it, but it was hard to ignore this whole thing when he kept showing hints of interests only to push me away.

I wanted to know how he felt, but I was also angry at him. Restraining him was the only way to discipline him because of the way he treats me, but also so he can't run away. Tonight was the most daring I've ever been.

And tonight might be the last time I'll ever be close to him like this.

Chan stared at me with narrow brows but he wasn't angry. He looked surprised but also had a sense of yearning. He wanted to speak but he also hesitated to do so.

I didn't understand him. But I really wanted to.

I held his face in my hands with low brows. I couldn't look at him for what I was about to say.

"Even if you don't, I'll let you go," I whisper.

I can feel his body stop moving under me. It was like I said something he didn't want. I can feel his eyes on me, but I couldn't look at him.

"This contract..." I whisper. "I'll go back to being that quiet wife of yours until next year comes."

His body remained under me with no motion. I sighed feeling pathetic. My eyes went up to meet his. He looked at me with such a look that I didn't recognize before.

What was it? Sorrow? Frustration? Wanting?

I slowly kissed him on his forehead. His temple felt warm on my lips. This was the only way I could express myself towards him. Even though there was silence between us, it felt like a loud banging to my chest.

Who knew I would end up liking this jackass of a man?

This was never intended to happen, but these months being together- there's so much that bothered me.

This was going to be the only night he saw how I felt, and the last night I'll ever do this to him.

My eyes gazed at him one more time before pressing my lips against his. There was a pause between us and I pulled away before he could respond.

His eyes remained on me as if he had so much to say but he also didn't. I smiled to hide my sorrow. I don't know what to expect out of him. He's Lee Chan, the man that sees women as whores and gold diggers. People that only care about sex and money.

I was told from my coworkers that he had his heart broken before and it changed his outlook on women overall. Was I seen as under the same category as them? He chose me to be his fake wife so I had to be seen differently right?

"Sorry Chan," I mutter before burying my face into his neck. "I won't look at you until this is over."

The thought of him pulling away scared me so I held onto him.

I brought his length into me and the moment his tip touched my insides, I let out a soft moan into his ear. I put more of him inside me and I felt him twitch. My breathing grew heavy as I rocked my body against his. I felt him slowly move under me but it wasn't the same energy as he had before.

He was slow and careful. It was almost like he wanted more of me but he also didn't. I closed my eyes to calm my nerves.

"Jina," he suddenly says.

I kept rocking against him, avoiding his call towards me. I wanted to feel him inside me before this ends between us. I can hear him try to control his breathing.

"Jina," he called out to me again.

I narrowed my brows. I couldn't ride him in these conditions.

"Jina, please," his voice became soft.

I froze. I never heard him with that tone before. I brought my head up to see him.

The way he was looking at me- I didn't know what to say. He looked upset and hurt as if I did something wrong. I stopped moving myself under him. He remained inside me as he spoke.

"Do you love me?"

His voice came out stern yet gentle. His question took me off guard but I didn't avoid it. I moved his bangs away from his eyes before caressing his face.

My brows narrowed as I tried to find the words.

"If I didn't love you, then I wouldn't put you through this," I answer him. "This is the closest I've ever been with you."

His eyes grew big. Was he surprised by my words? I couldn't tell if he was happy or if he was upset.

"Jina, release me. Please," he tells me.

His voice didn't sound happy but it didn't sound angry either. I couldn't tell how he felt. My brows went low.

So this is how it's going to end? I felt a bit destroyed by this, but I refused to show him that.

I took a deep breath before sighing with closed eyes.

"Is that what you want?" I ask him.

His brows narrowed at me. He bit his lip.

"What I want is you."

What.

I felt my eyes shot up. He looked at me with intensity.

Did I hear that right?

"What..." I said in shock.

He looked annoyed from my response but he also looked upset.

"Do you have any idea how much I want to hold you right now?" He says with so much desire.

I stared at him in surprise from his words. I felt him rock his hips onto mine and his dick hit me deep.

I winced from the sudden feeling and brought my hands next to his head. I leaned over him with his lips close to mine.

"Jina," he called out to me.

I gazed at this man who seemed so much different than before.

"Let me love you, damn it."

I saw a tear ran down his glossy eyes. He had so much emotion in them. His words made my stomach twist and turn.

Were these butterflies taking over my body?

Chan laid there and cried for me as he confessed his feelings. It was like something took over him. It was strange but the more he spoke, the more my heart raced.

"You don't have any fucking idea how much I want you, Jina," he tells me.

I watched as he tried to control himself but he had so much he wanted to say.

"Don't fucking say you'll leave me. Don't fucking say that!" He yelled. "Why the hell would I let someone like you walk away so easily?"

I didn't know what to say. Was he being serious? The Chan that always said things without care was now crying in my stead. He spoke to me as if he was losing the one thing he has ever known.

"I fucking love you Jina," he confesses with his rough voice turning soft towards the end.

My heart skipped a beat.

"I love you more than you could fucking imagine." His voice was shaky as though he would lose it any moment from now.

That flame in his eyes.

They burned more than I've ever seen before.

I kissed him. I kissed him as deeply as I possibly can. I moaned once I felt him thrust into me in the middle of the kiss.

I let out a moan while our faces remained pressed together. I continued to make out with him with our lips getting sloppy the more we rocked our hips together.

"Let me go, Jina. I want you so bad," he tells me as he makes out with my cheek.

I moaned from the sensation he was giving me and the feelings that wouldn't stop growing.

I turned to look at him. I panted as he continued to thrust into me. His dick made me feel full and I couldn't think with the way his rod felt against my walls. It clung onto him so tightly that I wanted to scream.

"Jina... please," he begged me.

I can hear the cuffs on his wrists shake.

I want him.

I want him more than ever.

I got off him so I can help him get out of his restraints. He kept his word and I kept my end of the deal. I untied the ropes that held down his ankles and I grabbed the key from the drawer.

I let him go.

The moment he was free, I felt him pull me towards him. He spooned me tightly before kissing the back of my neck.

I moaned from his touch. One of his hands held onto my breast and the other one played with my clitoris. He rubbed his dick against my entrance while he fondled my body.

His chest was pressed against my back and I could feel him breathe. I moaned as he left hickeys all over my neck. I can feel them form with the way he would bite and suck my skin.

He then entered me and I felt him hold me tightly. His dick felt amazing inside me.

He rolled me over so I went on my hands and knees while he kneeled behind me. He began to thrust and the bed shook with how powerful he penetrated me.

I let out a moan. Our skins slapped together with the follow of him growling. He was like a beast set loose. He had no intention of stopping. I let out moans from the pleasure that was taking over me.

"Chan!" I yelled.

I can hear him moan. His voice was deep and his growls were even deeper.

"Jina!" He yelled my name.

The slapping of our skins echoed with the slamming of our bed frame. There was chaos in this room. It was so loud and immense, I lost all process of thinking.

Moans echoed this room. Chan and I couldn't get enough of each other. We wanted more.

We needed more.

He turned me over so I could face him. He lifted my hips and I wrapped my legs around him. My body curved so his dick can get a better angle inside me. My head hung back on the bed while my hips were raised up by his hands.

His muscles tensed the more he rammed into me.

"Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!" He yelled just like before.

I couldn't speak. All I could do was scream as his dick hit my g-spot. I tried to say his name but all that came out was incoherent moans.

I felt him pull me up from my back so he can carry me. My upper body came to the same level as his with his hands resting at my ass. He held onto me so tightly while my arms wrapped around his neck.

He kissed me while he rearranged my insides. I screamed in his mouth and in return he let out a moan.

Chan was fucking strong. He carried me while he moved my hips to match his thrust. My head threw back from the immense pleasure that overtook me.

"Chan. Chan! CHAN!" I yelled his name as I tried to control my moans.

He made out with my neck. My eyes rolled back. His dick. His fucking dick.

Fuck the way it felt inside me.

I can't explain it.

I can't explain how well he knew how to use it.

My moans kept ending up into scream. I was going to cum.

"Chan! I'm going to-" I say but he rammed his lips into mine.

I screamed as his dick shook my body. He brought me down to the bed and lifted my legs onto his shoulders. He kept thrusting into me and hitting spots I didn't think was possible to hit.

"CHAN!" I screamed. "BABY PLEASE! I'M CUMMIMG!"

Never have I called him baby. But this feeling he was giving me. The way he held me and the way his eyes never left mine.

It was like he was telling me that I was his and he was mine.

"Call me that again!" He moaned as he thrusted into me. "Call me that!"

I gripped his forearm for dear life as I felt my climax coming in.

"Baby! BABY!" I yelled as he fucked me up.

I felt it. I felt his dick take over me. My body began to shake and my eyes rolled backwards.

"OH FUCK!" I screamed.

My body shook with ecstasy and my nails dug deep as I tried to pull him closer to me. He winced loudly in my ear. He wouldn't stop pounding me even though I orgasmed.

I began to shake uncontrollably. Moans left my lips like a broken record.

Was this how Chan felt when I over stimulated him?

Holy shit did this feel good.

I used every ounce of my energy to keep my eyes open. I was going to pass out from the amount of pleasure he was giving me, but I didn't wanna stop.

Chan rolled me over so I straddled him. I rode him with his dick still deep in me. He thrusted vigorously. I felt his dick twitch and I knew he was going to cum.

"JINA!" He moaned loudly.

He held my hips as we rocked the bed together. His breathing became unsteady and he grunted.

I felt his thrusts become desperate while I was losing my mind.

"OH FUCK!" He yelled.

His juices entered me and shook once again from the sensation he gave me. I collapsed on top of him.

Our body's shook and twitched as we tried to catch our breath. I attempted to get off him, but his arms wrapped around me tightly. He didn't let me go.

"I love you Jina," he says. "I need you to know that."

I softly smiled but I was too exhausted to say any witty remarks. I hugged him tightly.

"I love you, Chan. Don't you forget that," I whisper to him.

Upon this, I fell asleep with his arms holding me tightly with his chest against mine.

That night was the start of our real relationship. The contract was gone. Ever since then, our lives became different.

This marriage became far better than before.

There was love and our stubbornness to never let go.

I loved him and he loved me.

That was more than enough.

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E N D | Thank you for reading <3

S M U T | M A I N | O N E S H O T S | S C E N A R I O S

[b-theone]

Setting: circa 2022

Starring: Song Minseo, Hasegawa Kohya, mentions of Kim Taeseok

Word Count: 2.4k

In which Kohya is desperately craving genuine connections, and Eunji craves to be near him.

There was a small cafeteria Kohya liked to go to ever since his trainee days, one that was conveniently close to the company, and it was secluded enough that he could have his coffee and pastries alone. Being the last day before promotions, the Japanese man wanted to enjoy a few minutes of watching the scenery of the people coming and going with the Han river in the background.

Big windows allowed the sun of the morning to illuminate the building naturally, while showing the already busy life of Seoul to those who were sitting inside on their comfortable chairs or armchairs. Kohya took a deep breath, letting the smell of coffee and fresh pastries fill in as he looked at the tables, which were mostly unoccupied, waiting for his name to be called.

As soon as he heard his name, Kohya grabbed his tray and started walking, knowing the spot he wanted to take without even checking if it was already occupied. He was more focused on his food and thinking about getting a few other pieces of cake for his group mates when his coffee cup and blackberry cake flew out of his tray and stray into the blouse of a young... Girl? Woman? Kohya couldn't really say, she looked like a puppy who had been screamed at.

She was drinking an iced tea, or was planning to, as both her tea and the cupcake she was planning to eat ended on his shirt. Out of curiosity, and because he didn't have any idea of what else to say, he tried the blueish cream in his red plaid shirt and part of his jacket. It was coincidentally blueberry too.

“You like blueberries too?” He asked, earning a confused look from the girl who seemed way too worried about what he could say to her.

Kohya wondered for a moment if she recognized him from being an idol, but then he thought about the accidental mess he made by not looking where he was walking, and he believed she was just worried about him lashing out on her.

“Yes, I do. Though I like mangoes more.” She answered shyly, not sure about how to answer a question so random and unexpected that she could barely believe those were his first words to her.

“Why didn't you get something mango flavored then?” The japanese man asked, frowning as he looked back at the frosting in his shirt, which was blue, and tasted like blueberries too.

“I'm sorry if this seems rude, but uh... Why are you worrying about it when I dumped all my food on you?”

Kohya looked at her again, giving her a sheepish smile before he grabbed a coffee-soaked napkin and cleaned his fingers on it. A finger coated on coffee was better than one full of cupcake frosting.

“I'm sure it wasn't intentional so I don't think it'll do any good to dwell on it. But I'm sure the coffee was hot and that wasn't nice... Gimme a second, I'll go get my t-shirt off and I'll give it to you.”

“Wait, no, there's no need, it's loose enough for me to not feel it. I have a sweater too so I can just...”

“Alright, go get changed and I'll get us new orders.” The japanese boy said as he moved to the side, ready to clean up the mess that, in his eyes, it was his fault.

“You don't need to, seriously, it's no problem.” The girl quickly spoke, trying to stop him from doing so.

“But I want to, please allow me to”

“Okay, okay, but only because you really seem to want to do something. I'll have a peach iced tea and another blueberry cupcake.” She said, walking to a table on the opposite side of the coffee shops grabbing her sweater and walking to the bathroom so she could get changed.

Kohya got himself on the line once again, and as it was very short, he quickly got to order, finding out that everyone behind the counter had heard and seen what happened, therefore they were all waiting for him with his order and hers, plus a good stash of napkins so he could try and clean up. He left both trays in the nearest table while he dabbed on his clothes in an attempt at cleaning those clothes from the cupcake mess at least. But messes are meant to be messes and the stain clung onto it, making him end with only a white t-shirt... He had only to hope no more incidents happened.

Then, the woman came out of the bathroom. Kohya watched her walk to him, and he couldn't help but examine her a bit more. She reminded him of puppies, and her soft smile felt comforting in a way he didn't understand. Then she saw him, and her smile got wider, making him smile at her and wait for her less anxiously.

She was pretty, she seemed nice, and didn't seem to recognize him from the group, which was more important than the first two things he noticed, so he was happy to have this break from his daily life.

“I'm sorry I took so long in the bathroom, there was people... And it isn't exactly easy to change in cubicles.” She said in a soft tone, not letting Kohya know if she was teasing or genuinely apologizing, but he knew she was to pay him back. “I've memorized how much the order is, so no need to worry.”

The Japanese man looked down at the money, and thought that 8.500 won wouldn't make him richer or poorer, so he gently denied it, pushing her hand softly to her.

“It's nothing, don't worry, you don't need to pay me back.”

“I insist, please, take the money, it’s only fair after I made you pay back for your breakfast and mine.”

“No, don’t worry…” He let the sentence hang in the air, hoping she would understand he was hoping she’d say her name.

“Song Minseo.”

“Minseo-ssi, it’s my fault so I’ll pay.” He said before sitting down, looking at the girl inviting her to sit in front of him and eat breakfast with him.

Minseo did so, sitting in front of her and grabbing her plastic cup of tea, taking a sip before looking back at him. Only then he realized he hadn’t introduced himself, so used to everyone knowing him that he wasn’t used to introducing himself if it wasn’t in schedules, or being interrupted to be told that they definitely knew who he was.

“Hasegawa Kohya, born in 1997. Sorry for not saying my name.”

“You’re my oppa then, I was born in 1998, and you don’t need to apologize, I know this might not be an everyday happening and…”

The girl started rambling, and Kohya found himself listening to her every word, something he wouldn’t do even with his group members. Maybe it was how cute she looked, or how her eyes seemed to be telling a story with the same emotion her eyes were doing so. Minseo seemed to notice the scrutiny of her persona, as she stopped talking and quickly lowered her head, grabbing her tea and taking a sip from it in an attempt at stopping her face from turning red.

“Oppa, you're staring at me.” Minseo said as she stopped talking suddenly, forgetting all about the story she was telling him. “Do I have something?”

“No, not at all, I was just...” He tried to think of a word that would work, without sounding like a creep. “I zone out when I pay attention, I'm sorry.”

He could've told her that he was appreciating her beauty, that he found her pretty, but he didn't do any of those, since he didn't know how she'd react, and more importantly, he didn't think he'd have to say those things. Maybe because he was expecting the part where she would tell him she knows who she is in some way, maybe by mentioning the group, or some subtle thing she'd say or do for that.

“What about you?” Minseo asked, quickly interrupting the Japanese's train of thought. “I spoke a lot, but you barely did, and I want to know you.”

“I don't what to say, honestly I'm more of a listener than a talker.”

“You can tell me anything you want, about why did you come to Korea, or your favorite music, what did you get for breakfast again... Anything.”

Minseo got both elbows on the table, and then got her chin on her hands, showing him that he had her full attention. There was something in her focused eyes that became slightly familiar to Kohya, though he wasn't able to pinpoint from where, so he quickly moved onto the question.

The Japanese man spoke vaguely about him getting to South Korea, how he missed his family because he hadn't seen him for more than a day ever since he became a trainee... Without saying he was a trainee. He also spoke about the fear of his Korean never being good enough, how he liked to go to that coffee shop because of its tranquility, and many other things that Minseo seemed to be eagerly listening to.

It was strange for him, to be heard like that without any other intention than getting to know him better, he had almost forgotten what it was like to be a normal person, and it almost made him wonder if being an idol was really worth it.

The answer was that he loved being an idol, and he loved his group like they were a second family, but he missed having a connection without worrying about it being genuine, or if they were just a fan trying to live off some kind of dream.

“What kind of music do you like?” Kohya asked, worrying that all along he had been oversharing to the wrong kind of person.

“well, uh... I like western music? I like female artists mostly, and a few girl groups as well. I think I've heard some boy groups but, uh... I'd say no boy group caught my attention either.”

Kohya tried to not make his happiness too obvious, after all he didn't want her to realize he was an idol, at least not yet. Maybe they could become friends after that, and he would finally have someone else, someone outside a world where you could be criticized for having a friend who's more famous than one.

“What about you? What do you like listening to?”

“Well I... ” The boy bit his lip as he thought, trying to remember when was the last time he heard something that wasn't his voice or his group mates singing. “I listen mostly to kpop, obviously. But in specifics... Yeah, I like girl groups more, though I could show you some boy groups, if you want?” Of course, none of them would be B:ONE.

“Oh I'd like that!” Minseo was quick to answer, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically, but it only made them both let out a chuckle.

They kept talking while they finished their breakfast, with Kohya's coffee already lukewarm, and Minseo’s tea watered down thanks to the ice melting. They laughed at that, and laughed at the girl's upper lip full of frosting, and they didn't stop laughing until Kohya received a text from Taeseok, who asked for his whereabouts.

It was only then that he realized he had spent way longer in the coffee shop than he ever had, which made the leader's worry with much reason. Kohya realized that maybe it'd be better for him to go back to the dorms, even if he didn't really go and lose the only person who had treated him normally outside the company.

Yet he had an idea, something he'd probably be scolded by doing so, but it felt so nice to have someone who could understand him, someone who made him feel normal.

“Did something happen, oppa?” Minseo asked, looking at him worried, like she expected him to say that something bad happened to a roommate.

Because Kohya has told her about the rest of the group, but never about them being part of a group. They could all be roommates, it was okay, he didn't say what did they do for a living, so later on he could say that they all lived together because they were idols, if he saw her as worthy.

“Oh nothing, my roommate worried because I've been apparently outside for longer than usual...” He answered, sending a quick message to his leader that he'd be going to the company directly and for him to get him spare clothes for dance practice. “And I should really get going, which is a shame but...”

“But the world doesn't stop for one's enjoyment. I get it, don't worry... It was nice to talk with you.” Minseo’s smile didn't falter, not even by the fact that their time was ending.

“But give me your number so I can add you on Kakao.” Kohya quickly said, not wanting to even get up from her seat to tell her so. He didn't want her to go home without knowing that he had enjoyed their time together.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, of course, it's been nice to meet you and I enjoyed our conversation.” He explained, trying his best to not sound like he had second intentions.

Minseo nodded, giving him her number before getting up from her seat, looking at Kohya for a few seconds while trying to decide how to greet him goodbye. The japanese also got up, watching her bow, something he found adorable. He decided then that it was time for him to go, getting the tray back at the counter and turning around to wave goodbye one last time to Minseo, and then he walked out of the door, starting his way to the company.

If he wouldn’t have left first, he would’ve seen a mask he knew very well from fansigns, and a leather jacket he hated each time he caught a glimpse of. Minseo grabbed her purse and pulled Kohya’s photocard from it, quickly getting it on the phonecase, and, making sure no one saw her, she got out of the coffee shop, happy that she had found the Japanese where she knew she would find him.

[ditzydreamsss]

my very, VERY messy wip of scu headcanon!

it's really a mess. really, REALLY a mess. it doesn't make any sense if you don't know fallen au (not mine, hope you dont mind me-) and uh, did i mention it's a mess?

i had to rush so i didn't forget anything. it's basically a note for me but if you, for some reason, have a lot of time to kill-

oh and a warning: a GIANT wall of text. dw, im making a giant story kind of summary thing that (is much more spaced out and) explains the scu in my head. it'll just... take a while to write.

i'll not tag much cause it really is just a wall of text with my ramble.

FALLEN BIZLY

Grizzly’s fighting the apple!grizzly who’s trying to take over and cause terror and destruction. He loses at the end, and grizzly’s last final words to bizly is something like “go back to them (rest of council) and save me.. please.” so bizly goes and gets the rest of them, who are all in regret. they fight, grizzly seems like he returns to normal for a second but then it’s actually apple!grizz toying with them. So then the fight happens. After the fight, they return to molympus, gribzly share their final kiss then bizly shoots his bf.

AFTER HAUNTED PLACE ON EARTH

condi and bizly die, then they get sent back to minecraft, where grizzly is waiting in the afterlife. bizly and grizly hug and make out and condi’s sighing but also happy and they all have a group hug and fluff and stuff. then they use their last remaining god powers to create a new world (grizzly lost his when he died and used his final to get to and leave the End. condi and bizly lost theirs when they went irl and died there). that new world is pure vanilla.

AFTER 100 DAYS

charlie loses everything, so he resets the world! yeah. schlatt gets swept into the reset together. some places are shielded from this reset, like the Origin (where hardest difficulty took place) and the afterlife (some sort of limbo). so charlie ends up in this world that will be known as the DSMP, or the Esempi. he loses all his memories and just glooping in a cave until quackity comes along and ruins his life. but he also kind of fixes it at the same time?? after slime gets revived, he regains his memories. he somewhat feels like he owes quackity something so he leaves “legacy” behind. and he will leave his legacy behind. he goes into the code. The Code is where you can create a new world or break into a world. it’s a place only gods or people with a lot of power can go. Charlie plans on making a new world and living alone, cause what else could he do? but he sees, or I guess senses bizly, grizzly, and condi’s presence. so he goes there, not believing it could be true. But it is. The new world has this barrier. this barrier prevents any powers from getting in, because it’s supposed to be a pure vanilla world. so charlie loses his powers- more accurately, his powers are stored in the Code until he leaves the world. Anyways, the council meets up again and they cry and hug it out and stuff.

SCHLATT & TED, AND THE ENDING

schlatt’s also stuck in the afterlife. he realizes the council’s back together so he tries to go and mess everything up again. But the barrier wipes out his powers and also his memories, when he enters. Ted also somehow manages to wiggle his way in through the barrier. ted and schlatt meet, and ted realizes schlatt doesn’t know anything about his past. and ted, being the nice guy, helps schlatt start all over. then the council finds ted with schlatt and their immediate reaction is to kill. ted’s confused, schlatt’s confused, everyone’s confused until the topic is somehow brought to how schlatt lost his memories. grizzly, bizly, and condi are skeptical of this. charlie is also but he promised himself that he’ll be leaving the old legacies behind and gives schlatt a chance. weeks pass and they actually become good friends? or at least companions. schlatt is actually pretty funny to be around when he’s not the power hungry version of himself. and a lot of the stress is broken when ted suggests to start a podcast. that’s right: the Chuckle Sandwich Podcast. oh and JRWI started before ted and schlatt got here, they started that because they were bored alone. and i guess everyone slowly sees that schlatt isn’t the old schlatt. he isn’t trying to trick anyone, he’s genuinely lost his memories. and though the council sometimes flinches whenever schlatt does something, they relax after months pass. and they just live their lives, peacefully, grizzly starting anime voice camp and charlie sometimes leaving for stuff like QSMP or GenLoss but everything’s okay again when they come back to the Reset. oh and charlie visits las nevadas again at some point. everything’s chill, they talk it out. back to the Reset: does the council need therapy? yes! is charlie guilty about wiping the entire world? also yes! but they’re healing. just in a good ole minecraft world, almost forgetting their sins. and sometimes, just sometimes, enjoying themselves without a care in the world.

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the Origin is not a name I came up with! it's from a here, "As Red as your Sins by Fenrir1218 on Ao3. it's a very, VERY good fic, 10000% recommend reading it.

wait hold on i was tagging stuff and scu tags are a thing. why did i not know- (scu grizzly and stuff like that).

oh and and: im a pretty big c!slime/c!quackity shipper (or quackburcicle) and if you somehow dont know yet despite most of my posts being this, i ship the council polyamory. but gribzly's the only thing in my head right now. thats why i dont mention it. idk, maybe they'll all be canon in the actual thing, who knows?

[ukulelewrap]

Venti Relationship HCS | Accurate Version 💚🎶🍎

Now playing: Mr Loverman - Rick Momntgomery

A/N; hii ppl <33 I decided to write these bc I see ppl writing the same hcs over and over or just straight up out of character hcs for him, and I wanna provide a little bit more freedom (ehe) with it!!

RBS > LIKES

Requests status; soon to be open!

General info; gender neutral reader, they/them prns, romantic fluff, somewhat angsty, reverse comfort and comfort, you're helping venti heal and he's repaying you <33

DNI; 18+, kink, nsfw, mdni, yandere enjoyer/content creator (doesn't apply to moots, just please tag yandere content), op is young minor

•venti knows your mortal, and he knows he is not

•so he tries his best not to get to close with you when you first get together

•venti often dissapears for days on end without saying a word in fear he's getting to close, he doesn't want to be too hurt when your death arrives eventually, it'll be too soon for his liking

•time feels so incredibly fast, venti hates it, maybe he should cherish the moments with you, he does, he's just scared of the aftermath

•this toxic trait begins to die however when you tell him about it, and he begins to try and change, hes healing with you, slowly, but surely, he wants to get better, you're his one step closer to that goal

•once he gets with you, he tries to get his life back together, he doesn't want to dissapoint, and being broke, drunk, and going hungry most days made him more miserable than he'd like to admit

•you're helping venti recover, you're helping him feel better about the years of suffering he's had to bear <3

•he'll repay you, lots of physical affection, and lots of verbal too

•however he'll become a blushing mess when you try to be the one flustering him (if it actually works mind you, venti is hard to fluster)

•he's so used to flustering others, he just breaks, he's never had this before, venti is just like "godhumanemotionaarewaytooconfusing...eh?! I'm blushing? Oh, ehe..." while proceeding to cover his face

•he likes to be held and cradled, please hold him, he'll love it

•venti also likes relaxing in peaceful spots, not just windrise or starsnatcher cliff

•over the flow of time, his nation became more beautiful than he could imagine, everywhere is just full of beauty and life, he's basically relaxing all over mondstadt

•windrise is his favorite place though :]

•when he takes you to these spots, he talks about when he was first shaping mondstadt, how different it was

•he smiles, venti says how proud he is of his children for shaping such a beautiful nation

•and he says how proud he is of you, everything youve accomplished, he's so proud of you, and he'll never stop saying it

•sure, he'll sing songs about you, but they won't all be about you

•he's not gonna be protective, jealous, possessive, nor solely depend only on you

•venti has lived for so many years, he knows its not healthy and it will only only you and him feel worse

•he wants you to be free and well, to see you smile

•he'll give you the privacy you need, he'll give you the space you need

•venti knows a lot about love and how to deal with it properly

•he IS clingy though, don't get me wrong

•he'll only cling to you if you're okay with it though

•he'll sometimes be a teasing little shit, like always

•but it's always in good fun

•if you ever need comfort, venti is always here for you

•he is wise, he knows a lot, he'll know how to help with a lot of things

•he'll tell you how amazing and important you are to him

•cuddles you and kisses you a lot

•venti just will be so affectionate for you if you want it, he loves you so much, however jf your sad and dint want it that's okay too

•he reads emotions like a book and he knows how you're feeling most of the time

•he handles them gently and greatly, he knows how to handle most situations

•he's great at comforting people

•however when he needs comfort it's confusing for him, he basically knows how to help everyone but himself

•when he's sad, he wants to be basked in yoyr affection mostly

•but sometimes he'll need quite times

•he knows he can never fully heal, it upsets him so badly

•he just wants to be fully happy again

•you'll hug him gently, carresing his back, undoing his braids

•showering him in the praise he deserves

•venti is actually a very picky eater lol

•he loves apples sure, but some apple based foods make him go blehh

•like apple jello ewww

•he'll eat things like soup, rice, pizza

•he's just a picky brat

•you only pick out foods he likes, to let him know he's special

•he's so grateful to you, you don't know how many pained nights he's had to go starving, archons don't nessasrily need to eat, but, it made him sad and hungry when he didn't eat :[

•"Y/N, my love, my everything, you don't know how grateful this bard is to you now that he has a full tummy for one night," venti sighed happily, rubbing his stomach with a big goofy smile on his face

•you'd snort at his cute name for his stomach, he winked at you and pulled you in for cuddles <33

•sleeping with him is also lovely

•his arms wrapped around you, his fingers are soft, his touches are as free as a birds

•you're safe with him, venti will protect you no matter what

•he likes to be little spoon while cuddling, he likes to be held

•but he doesnt mind being big spoon if you feel like you wanna be held

•he'll kiss your cheeks, gently carress your back, pepper your face and lips with kisses whike in bed

•he'll also gently nuzzle into the crook of your neck, or nuzzle into your palm if you hold his cheek

•speaking of, HIS CHEEKS ARE SO WOONDERFUL

•so soft, so nice,, so squishy

•you squish them a lot, and he bleps a lot

•he's so soft in general, bless his heart

•he's soft on the inside and out

•genuinely the sweetest person on earth his heart is gold

•however, he does have seelf esteem problems

•he doesn't like himself, at all, he likes the nameless bard, not him

•his mindset has gotten so unhealthy to the point, he's scared of mirrors, and basically blames himself for everything does wrong and praises the nameless bard for everything he does right

•he knows its unhealthy, he just doesn't know how to fix it

•you're trying to help him feel better about himself, its working somewhat

•he's grateful to you and all you've done

•he'll play his lyre for you as well,often playing your favorite songs just to see you smile

•great boyfriebd without if mental heth issues but 1000000000/10 I love him

[oro-e-diamanti]

The one with the matchmaking

My masterlist

Description | Victoria is desperate to set you and Thomas up... Might there be a spark already?

Content | Fluff

Pairing | fem!Reader x Thomas

Word Count | 2663

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***

There had been an unspoken thing between you and Thomas from the first day you met. It was one of those right person, wrong time scenarios. Both of you were happily taken by other people, loving your partners, and leading healthy relationships. It simply hadn't been meant to be and both of you had gladly accepted it. Nothing had ever happened, despite the others insisting there must have, neither of you was like that. So you stayed friends with him, the same way you stayed friends with Victoria, Damiano, and Ethan and it didn't take long for the five of you to grow into a loving group, a chosen family. That was until both you and Thomas happened to have broken up with your respective partners within the same week. It was safe to say that it didn't take long for the meddling to start.

***

"I just think they'd make such a good couple!" Victoria said, pushing the empty beer bottles around on the table in annoyance. "They're basically made for each other."

"Leave it, Vic," Ethan said. The dark of the bar was hiding his features and the fact he was slightly rolling his eyes. "They both literally just got out of relationships, I don't think they're interested."

"But they both ended them so it's not like they've been broken up with," she insisted. "I'm sure they'll get over it quickly enough."

"Yeah I agree with Vic," Damiano added. "It's not like either of them seems all that heartbroken."

"Exactly, which is why we need to act now!"

"I still don't think it's a good idea," Ethan sighed. "Just let them figure it out on their own."

"But they're idiots! They'll never figure it out!"

Damiano couldn't help laugh out loud. He knew his friend was onto something, both Thomas and Y/n tended to be hilariously oblivious when it came to things like these.

"Maybe they just need a little push," he agreed.

"Fine." A deep sigh escaped Ethan. "But don't say I didn't warn you if it doesn't work out."

***

The moment you stepped into the vintage second-hand store you decided it was heaven on earth. It didn't take long for you to sweep through the place like a whirlwind, picking up pieces left and right, leaving Victoria and Thomas standing at the entrance still. You didn't care, this was one of your favourite places and you were not going to be held back because those two were slow. You tried on a dress that looked like an absolute mess on you and you quickly took a picture to laugh at later with the others, before trying on some trousers that you really took a liking to. You were still in them, trying to figure out if you had also grabbed a top that would match when someone knocked on the wood of the changing room. Confused and not certain if the noise was directed at you, you pulled back the curtain to come face to face with Thomas. He noticed you were in your bra before you did.

You raised your eyebrows, overly amused at how he was nervously looking around to figure out if anyone else would be able to see her, but no one seemed to be around. As he turned back, he tried not to let his gaze fall into her chest again, but failed miserably. You laughed heartily, "It's fine, stop blushing, Thomas."

He grinned, more relaxed not that he knew you didn't mind. He shouldn't, this being far from the first time he'd seen you like this.

"Vic told me to give you this dress to try on."

You looked at the piece of fabric he handed you, a gorgeous, velvety black, knee-high dress with a dangerous slit and a plunging neckline. It wasn't something you would have chosen yourself, but you trusted Vic's judgment. The curtain was quickly closed again, removing the trousers you had already decided on and slipped on the dress. It fell in a much nicer way than you had anticipated, easily smoothing itself over your curves and settling perfectly in place. The mirror agreed with your sentiment - you looked gorgeous. Okay, so this dress would do with a bit more makeup and without a bra, but it was a no-brainer that you were going to buy it.

You ripped open the curtain, now facing both of your friends. As soon as Vic saw you, she seemed as smitten with it as you were. Thomas looked stunned in his own way but stayed quiet.

"Fuck, I knew that was your dress!" Victoria shouted, obviously proud of herself for picking it out.

"Where am I ever going to wear this?" You asked, spinning to muster your reflection once again.

"When I take you out tomorrow night," Vic grinned. "There's a gorgeous new restaurant in town but it's fancy fancy, so this will do just fine."

You couldn't help but squint your eyes at her through the mirror. Her suggestion sounded just fine, but the way her eyes flickered made you feel like there was something more to the story.

***

"Wait, so how will you going out with her to dinner help, exactly?"

"Oh, Damiano, stop being so dumb. Obviously, I won't go."

"I don't get it."

"I'll have some sort of last-minute emergency, and since both of you will be out of the house, Thomas will have to step in."

Ethan sighed, shaking his head at his friend's plan.

"Why do you have to meddle so much, Vic?"

"Because those two don't get it. But once they see each other all dressed up, romantic dinner, candles, good wine, it'll click."

"Whatever you say."

***

"Oh my god, Y/n, I'm so sorry!" Victoria burst into your room, Chili cradled in her arms and an apologetic look on her face. "I know we said we'd go to that fancy restaurant tonight, but Chili's been coughing and the vet told me to come in immediately."

You side-eyed the little white dog, looking as happy as can be, but there was no reason for you not to trust Victoria. Right? You briefly petted Chili's head.

"Don't worry about it, we can always go some other time."

"No!" Her outburst surprised you. "I mean, it's so difficult to get a reservation there and you should wear your dress out. Damiano and Ethan are out, but I'm pretty sure Thomas is free, please ask him, he'd probably love to go with you!"

You wanted to scold Victoria, tell her this wasn't happening, tell her you'd be fine just staying home, but she didn't give you a chance to do any of it. Instead, she left your room, immediately shouting for her bandmate. It was the reason you found yourself at a candlelit dinner with the blond man mere hours later.

"You look amazing, by the way," Thomas said. Well, he actually kind of mumbled it into his pasta rather than proudly state it. You felt like blushing.

"So do you, love. But you know I love you in a suit."

Your eyes met, just for a moment, before both of you found yourselves awkwardly staring back at your plates again. You didn't know why you were behaving like this, or why he was, you could only attribute it to the fact that this felt like an overly romantic date and the waiter had referred to you as his girlfriend multiple times already. Neither of you had corrected him. You hadn't minded the single rose that had been placed between you on the table, accompanied by a little wink and a smile by the waiter.

"You know, you make a lousy boyfriend, not even bringing me flowers for our date, " you teased, watching as a shy smile appeared on Thomas' face, his eyes travelling down the table for a second before looking at you again with more than a twinkle.

"I did take you to the nicest restaurant in town, surely that gets me some points?"

The giggle bubbled over your lips easily. Everything came easy with Thomas. He made the troubles disappear with one look, one touch of a hand, a single word, a gesture, his existence. He was your own personal cure to everything.

***

"No, I'm telling you, it worked," Victoria excitedly gasped and she gathered in the kitchen with Damiano and Ethan, trying to stay as inconspicuous as possible. "You should have seen them when they came back!"

"Did you actually wait up for them?" Ethan asked, slightly disbelieving, slightly amused.

"Well, they didn't know obviously! I just cracked my bedroom door open a bit. But they were all giggly and happy and they hugged when they said goodnight!"

"Vic, we all hug all the time," Damiano threw in.

"Not the way they did. I'm serious, this is working and you'll see soon enough!"

"So what's the next idea then?"

"I'm... I'm not quite sure," she admitted. "But I'll figure it out and it'll be perfect."

***

The thunderstorm hadn't been predicted by any of the weather channels. You found yourself standing in front of the patio doors with Thomas, watching the heavy rain disturb the surface or the pool, trees swaying in the wind, a flash of light illuminating the garden in regular intervals. It had only been the two of you home when it had started, everyone else out to meet friends or sitting in a bar with a drink in their hand. You had been having a lazy day, unwilling to leave the house at all, while Thomas had slept for so long no one had bothered trying to wake him so he could join in on plans.

"Do you want to compare our favourite records?"

You had been so focused on the happenings outside of the glass that you almost flinched in surprise at his question. Still, a slight smile, the right kind of look, and you were nodding enthusiastically. Hasting up the stairs, barefoot and in nothing but shorts and the shirt you usually slept in, you went through the little collection you had brought to the summer house, already hearing the first notes of Led Zeppelin's Black Dog echoing downstairs. With a smile on your face, you grabbed a few records and bolted back down to Thomas.

"I still prefer Led Zeppelin III," you giggled, only to be greeted with Thomas' shocked face. "Anything that has Immigrant Song on it is a hit, really."

"Blasphemy! Nothing tops IV, and you clearly have no taste."

"You clearly have no taste considering you think anything Led Zeppelin has put out is better than Fleetwood Mac's Rumours." You barely waited for the first song of Thomas' album of choice to finish playing before interrupting it with the sound of Second Hand News.

It didn't take long for the conversation to get heated. Still, you kept playing your record in the background, effortlessly dodging his effort to change it, even though the whole thing had been his idea in the first place. He was still complaining, explaining, talking to a wall basically, as you danced around the living room, as the music flowed through you, singing along, thunder only happens when it's raining, as the weather outside did its worst.

"I just think it's much too sad, most of it," Thomas finally concluded.

"Doesn't that just make it so beautiful though?"

"No, it just makes me sad," he pouted.

"Maybe you just never listened to it the way you should. In the arms of someone you love."

A heartbeat passed as both of you looked at each other, but then your smile returned and you motioned for him to get on the sofa with you, lying on your side as he slowly but surely moved in front of you. Your arms wrapped around him, spooning him, making you feel safer than you ever have as Songbird played in quiet tones.

Your nose buried itself in his hair, letting his smell fill your every pore, taking over your whole being as you pressed into him, singing along in nothing but a whisper.

"And I love you, I love you, I love you, like never before."

***

"Guys, guys, guys, look at that!" Victoria called out to her friends as they quietly made their way into the house. "I knew it would be such a good idea to leave them alone in the house!"

"Vic, it's not like you made a thunderstorm come along, I'm pretty sure this was not your doing for once," Damiano whispered.

"Doesn't matter! Look at them spooning! We're on the right way, guys!"

"We're not on any way," Ethan threw in. "You keep trying to meddle and the two of them are going their own ways."

"They just need another push. I just gotta think of something."

***

"Hey, they let you feed the goats here!" Victoria squealed as everyone around her let out a groan. The zoo was bustling with people, the five friends surrounded by families, and Vic easily fell in line with the children's excitement.

"Vic, I really really don't like goats," you complained. "I'd rather not get their attention because I got food in my hands."

"Fine. How about you go see the owls over there with... Thomas, and I go feed some adorable goats with Ethan and Damiano?"

The both of you allowed yourselves to be pushed away easily, chuckles on your faces as you walked away from the rest of the group, dodging running toddlers as you went.

"So, this is a set-up, huh?" Thomas grinned next to you as his arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Oh, as if Victoria has been doing anything these past weeks without hidden intentions." You let yourself mold into Thomas' side, leaning in closer until your bodies were touching as much as physically possible. "She's not half as subtle about this as she thinks. I'm sure she's watching right now."

You didn't turn around, but you felt her eyes on the pair of you, watching your every move and trying to figure out what was going on between the two of you.

"Do you wanna give her a show?" You playfully pinched his site, looking at him from the corner of your eyes just to see a smile appear on his face that was surely mirroring yours. "Make out a little bit?"

"Wouldn't that give it away?" He stopped walking, now wrapping both of his arms around you as you leaned on his chest, looking up at him.

"I'm sure she'd still think it's just a first step in the right direction."

Not waiting for his response, your hand reached up to his face, slowly stroking along the soft skin of his cheek, thumb running over his lower lip as his smile grew, then reaching around, tangling them into his hair and pulling him down to you. His lips met yours in a sigh, warm and lovely, a tingling feeling spreading through you immediately, pressing yourself into him. You could feel his thumb stroking your back ever so slightly as he held you. He wanted more, slowly moving his lips, trying to deepen the kiss, but you pulled away. Close enough to still feel his breath on you, close enough that whispering would be enough.

"Now, we don't want Vic to figure it all out immediately," you grinned before putting more distance between the two of you. He groaned, making you giggle, before taking your hand and pulling you along.

"How much longer are you planning to keep this up?" Thomas asked, shaking his head, but still amused. "We've been together for two weeks."

"Pretty sure she already bought tickets for the cinema for me and her for Wednesday... which she'll inexplicably have no time for so you'll have to come along, obviously. I can give you a hickey in the dark theater, she'll freak."

Thomas laughed out loud, pressing a single kiss to the top of your head.

"Fine. One more date, that's it?"

"One more date."

[rogue-durin-16]

THE RIGHT MOMENT

Summary: Y/n and George had been crushing on each other for too long, but neither of them said anything. They both were waiting for the right moment to do it, but with a war upon them, was there really such thing as 'the right moment'?

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

Tags:

George Weasley: ———

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: injuries, blood, implicit beating

A/N: (dis bish long lmao) Idk what is this, I just wanted to do something for George. Bill and Fleur's wedding came to my mind and I was like, ok but what happened after the death eaters arrived? And this came out, so enjoy <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

I wasn't expecting to see her.

I had heard my mother mention her name whilst talking about the Order, and I knew she had befriended Fleur at the Triwizard Tournament, but seeing her apparate in our yard was... Well, surprising.

"Son, snap out of it!" My father called me out and I corrected my wand movement; I had almost messed up the canopy, and I blamed the way her dress and hair flew with the wind as she approached our home's entrance.

Fred walked to me the moment we had secured everything, glancing at the house before questioning, "am I delirious or that was Y/n?" with a knowing grin and an intent eyebrow wiggle.

As if taking a cue, we saw the girl coming out, now with a borrowed jacket on, making a beeline to us. "I'm... Pretty sure it's her." I replied, giving the girl a smile when she waved. "Morning, lady."

"Morning, gentlemen." Fred then turned around and stepped to her in order to give her a hug. "Long time no see, huh?"

"Indeed." I agreed, following my brother's lead and hugging Y/n; her arms were quick to wrap around my neck and shoulders and squeeze me tight; I would have sworn she let out a relieved sigh. "Fleur invited you?"

"Your mom, actually." Her reply left me puzzled. "I heard your night was... Eventful." She pointed at the bandages covering my ear with a worried look. "How are you feeling?"

"Better than last night." I replied, scratching the back of my neck.

"You sure, Georgie?" It was then that I remembered we weren't alone. "Last night he was feeling Saint-like." Y/n frowned in confusion. "Because he's holey." Fred pointed at his ear just like I had done the night before and I could feel my cheeks burning. "Get it?"

"Oh, no! it's sooo bad!" She laughed at the joke and a smile tugged the corners of my lips. "I think that's the lamest joke you've cracked." She pointed out.

"I know! I told him."

"Okay, I was bleeding out." I defended myself. "I think I'm allowed to crack a lame joke."

"Dunno, George, it was really bad." I threw my head back with a groan at Y/n's teasing. She waved at Fred, who said something about having things to do inside, and when my eyes landed on him over Y/n's shoulder, he mouthed a clear 'go for it'. "Tonks told me about Mad-Eye." She spoke again in a more serious note.

"You said it," the smile vanishing from my face. "Last night was eventful."

"When your mother told me you got hurt, I just... I got really scared." Her anxious words took me aback. "I went straight into the house to see you." The wind made her hair flow again, and I had to put my hands in my pockets to stop myself from tucking that bloody strand that kept getting in her face back behind her ear. "I was so happy you were out preparing stuff and not in there, unconscious in a bed."

"Well, I'm very happy to see you." I replied, my eyes digging into hers to make sure she knew how much I meant that. "Missed tons that smile of yours."

"I missed your lame jokes." I rolled my eyes at her response. Right after, she stepped forward and gently pulled me down; one of her hands holding onto my forearm, steadying her, while the other one cupped one of my cheeks so she could press a kiss to the other. "See you." And with that, she was off to greet the rest.

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"Do it."

"She's talking with Luna."

"Excuses." I puffed tired at Fred's reproach before taking a sip of my drink. "C'mon, you got absolutely nothing to lose."

"My dignity?"

"She fancies you!" I shook my head no. "How many times are you gonna have the opportunity to dance with her, Georgie? Stop being a twit."

"Not yet."

"Oi, have you seen Y/n?" Ron approached us, taking a seat by my side.

"It's the only thing he's seen." I pinched the bridge of my nose, unable to deny what my twin had just said. "Just do it." I groaned. "Okay, I'll do it."

"No!" I jumped up and tugged Fred down in the process. "Alright, I'll go."

READER'S P. O. V.

"Yeah, I was about to—"

I involuntarily let out a squeal when a hand tickled my side. "Hello, ladies." I spun my head to see George behind me. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but may I have this dance?"

Luna replied before I could. "You see, I was wondering how much time it'd take you to ask her." I turned as red as a beetroot; my only comfort was that the towering ginger's face was the colour of his hair. "I think I'm odd man out." She waved us goodbye and headed to see Harry.

"I reckon Luna is way too observant." He spoke, tugging my hand.

"Were you ogling me, Weasley?"

"Maybe." He came to a stop in the middle of the dancefloor and pulled me close. "Couldn't take my eyes off you." He confessed quietly.

As we swayed, I let my forehead land on his chest, savouring what I dreaded would be one of the last precious moments before everything went down.

"George?" He hummed, raising his brows as a prompt for me to talk. I took a deep breath and told myself that what I was going to say mattered little compared to whatever was looming over us. "I've been wanting to tell you this, but I just... Didn't find the right time." Our faces were mere inches away. "But I don't think I'll ever find the right time at this point so—"

I jolted, holding onto George, when a blue volute plunged into the tent; a Patronus.

It was not until Shacklebolt message was ending that I realized George's arms were around me, pulling me flush against his chest.

Both our hearts were hammering violently, and I was sure he could feel mine as clearly as I felt his.

When the Patronus vanished, panic began to spread. I noticed how my own breathing picked up. "Y/n." This time it was George the one calling my name; his whisper sounded so clear compared to everyone else's screams and cries. "If I don't say this out loud, I'll combust—"

"Y/N! GET DOWN!" Tonks's shouts snapped us out of it. We obeyed just in time to see a red hex flying over us, being stopped by Tonks herself.

George and I grabbed our wands and pulled each other back to our feet before joining the Order.

"FREDDIE!"

"LUNA!"

We parted ways, George making his way to reach his twin while I ran to a moderately tipsy Luna, who seemed to be struggling to find her father.

As soon as I made sure she was out of the picture, I jogged to help the twins, casting protection spells against two death eaters.

"STUPEFY!" I managed to take out the one attacking George, and he was quick to stun the one duelling his brother.

"Leave!" George tugged my hand, attempting to get me out of the canopy, his brother quickly rushing to their little sister.

"I'm not leaving!"

"Y/n—" I moved him out of the way to shield us from another hex. "Please— Flipendo!!" I saw another death eater flying away from us. "Shit!" George's hand gripped mine for dear life, making me back off with him to get back in when he realized it was too late for me to leave.

Soon enough it was just the Weasleys, Fleur and her family, Tonks, Lupin and me inside the tent, all back-to-back, surrounded by death eaters.

Corban Yaxley stepped out. "My apologies to disrupt the celebrations." he offered a fake apology to the newlyweds which was equally disgusting and scary. "Let's try by fair means." I knew my knuckles had gone white, given the strength with which I was gripping George's hand. "Where is Harry Potter?" He knew no one would speak. "Aight, by foul it'll be."

I looked around and I saw Molly and Arthur shielding Ginny; Bill and Fleur held onto each other; Lupin and Tonks pulled Fleur's sister and parents behind them; Fred gave a quick look at his twin before moving closer to us.

"Take them inside and register the house."

Soon we were being pushed into the Burrow, a bunch of death eaters before us ready to put all upside down.

We stayed quiet meanwhile, leaving out an occasional 'don't touch that' or a 'there's no need to break that' from Molly and Arthur.

"I reckon you won't find Harry in my grandma's glass cabinet, smart arse." We all turned to Fred, his mother giving him a pleading look.

"Maybe he's between the plates, Freddie," George jumped in, attempting to draw the attention off his brother. "You'll want to check the cutlery too, in case he's now a teaspoon." He suggested to Yaxley with a challenging look.

The death eater tilted his head to the side, as if he had noticed something worth of interest in George. "What happened to you?"

Everyone went livid.

"I fell downstairs." George replied through gritted teeth. His tone was full of what could be easily passed as anger, but by the way his hand was shaking, I reckoned it was fear.

Yaxley seemed to think for a second before turning to two of his mates. "Start with him, then the twin and we'll move on to—"

Before I knew what I was doing, my wand was out and hexing one of the guys that had tried to remove George from us.

"Take their BLOODY WANDS!" Yaxley stalked to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me away. "We'll start with you, miss."

"No! Wait, she doesn't know anything!" George tried in vain to persuade them, pushing through the death eaters in an attempt to get to me. I looked at him and shook my head no, already psyching myself up.

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They were rather quick, and not half as bad as I thought they would be. I was thrown back into the living room with only a shiner and the promise of bruised wrists.

It was enough for George to jump up; not to check on me, though, but to do something as stupid as my impulsive hexing.

"Okay, crippled," three death eaters grabbed him before he could do anything and dragged to the bathroom they had gotten me in. "your turn."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

He looked bad.

Molly was about to throw hands when we saw George leaving the bathroom; a cut on the cheek, a bloody nose, a black eye and by the way he flinched while walking, probably an injured rib.

But the worst was the red pooling the bandage around his head, and the way he was struggling to keep his hand off it.

"C'mon, blabber." It wasn't surprising when Fred willingly approached Yaxley and punched him strong enough to throw him down. "You know-” He got up, motioning at his minions so they would get Fred in. “that just made it worse."

I spared Molly an enquiring look, to which she replied with a nod; in an instant, I was gently pulling George to the settee. "Let me see..." I pursed my lips, tilting his head to the side so I could check his wound. A sigh left my lips, suddenly realizing I couldn't really take off the bandage in front of them. "Can you sit it up?" I whispered only for him to hear.

He nodded, his hand travelling up to mine, which rested on his cheek, to give it a reassuring squeeze. I didn't think twice about how wrong the timing was before leaning in and placing a kiss on his lips.

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

My body moved forward by itself when she pulled back, attempting to chase her lips. I managed to stop myself when I remembered we were surrounded by death eaters and my family was right behind Y/n.

She then gave me a small smile and moved to grab a fresh towel from the kitchen. I caught a glimpse of my family's looks before she came back, ready to clean the blood on my face.

She aided Fred along with my mom; he bore the burnt along with me.

The sun was rising when Yaxley decided to leave. My father rushed to send a Patronus to the trio, and everyone felt a bit of relief and finally scattered through the Burrow. Ginny claimed she would take care of Fred, and she took my twin to our room.

"Now, let's check that." Y/n spoke, standing up so she could remove the damp bandage. "What happened?"

"He threw a punch and—" I hissed when the bandage left my ear, earning a concerned ‘sorry’ from Y/n. "The wound opened. It began to bleed, and they decided to stop." She only nodded, grabbing again the towel, now mildly red due to the blood it had cleaned. "That kiss was too short." I didn't even know how I managed to let that out.

She stopped, her eyes going up and down my body before inquiring, "want another one?"

"Please." She didn't need anything else for her soft lips to return to mines. This time it was one hell of a kiss, but my mouth chased them again when Y/n pulled away, only that this time her lips did return to mines for another short kiss. "Should I ask you on a date?"

"I doubt we'll be able to go on a proper date." We both chuckled; as sad as it sounded, it was true. "You can make me a coffee after I fix this, though."

"Gladly." I replied, my thumb caressing her cheek before bringing her to my lips one more time.

"FINALLY!" We both jumped at Fred's yelling. "It was about fucking time, really."

"Do you wanna get beaten up again?" Y/n harmlessly shoved my shoulder, hiding a laugh. "I just realized," I signalled my black eye and then hers. "We're matching."

"What a lovely way to match, is it not?" She replied, shaking her head with a smile on her face. “Come,” she caressed my cheek before carefully pulling me up. “I saw clean bandages over the sink.”

“Yes ma’am.” 

“Y/l/n,” her eyes travelled to my brother. “don’t you snog my brother in the lavatory where we just got beaten up.”

“Piss off, Fred.” She responded indifferent, pulling me with her into the bathroom, leaving the door completely open; she probably feared my mother would burst it open at the possibility of us doing inappropriate things in there.

“Yeah, piss off.” I agreed, siting down on the toilet so she could clean the wound. “She can snog me wherever she wants.” I added, muffling a laugh when Y/n cursed us both under her breath. “I’m sorry, love.”

“No, you’re not.” 

“No, I’m not.” I confessed with an amused grin.

“Why do I even fancy you?” She questioned, faking disappointment in herself.

“I’m very handsome?” I casually suggested, tilting my head for her to wrap the bandage without much difficulty. 

“Must be.” She agreed, leaning on to peck my lips. “Now where’s that coffee, sir?”

I got up, leading Y/n to the kitchen and instantly preparing the coffee pot. “It’s gonna be the best coffee you’ll ever taste.” I stated, as if it was a scientifical fact.

“Confident, are we?” she laughed, sitting on the counter besides me.

“Well, my four-year-long crush just kissed me.” I confessed. “So yeah, very.”

“Fred’s right.” I hummed, looking at her with an eyebrow raised as I handed her the coffee. “It was about fucking time.” We smiled at each other, way too widely for two people who had just gotten roughed up. We stayed next to one another in silence, looking through the window; I found the customary landscape particularly beautiful. 

[siimjaeyun]

blue bag- jay park

genre: fluff, angst, bad boy au

tw: street violence, mentions of gangs

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Jay's reputation at Belift wasn't exactly a secret to most people. The loose uniform with the leather jacket, covered bruises, and exposed tattoos were noticeable to anyone who bothered to pay attention.

Most people would like to assume to not judge him by his appearance, but his character matched it to a tea. He never bothered to give anyone the time of the day, much less even look in their direction. The only people who received such privileges were his closest six friends.

Or anyone who dared to cross his path- including the slight punches he's thrown at the occasional classmate.

But people couldn't see behind his intentions. Like the time he almost beat one of uppers to a pulp when they tried picking on jungwon his first year. All good intentions.

On this fateful day, the teacher had thought a slight change would mix things up. Instead of placing Jay in the back by himself like usual, he placed him right beside you.

"Hi Jay!" Your warm welcome startled him to say the least. Sure, he was used to love letters by other girls, but you didn't really look at him that way.

He stayed silent and placed his head back onto the desk. At the end of class, you bid him goodbye and walked out with your friends who seemed to tattle over him almost immediately.

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After yet again another argument with the rivaling gang leader, he finds himself cornered in the back of an alley way. Maybe it wasn't the smartest idea to think you could fight five men at once.

Tired, and out of breath, he's barely holding onto himself before there's a final blow to his lower stomach, collapsing onto the ground before him.

The men are about to approach him, this time, aiming towards his back, but retreat at the sounds of a siren.

"Here, hurry! They might come back." He looks up and finds it's you, carrying a bag in one hand and reaching out towards him with the other.

"Get lost." Jay, who is too stubborn to ask for help, attempts to get up before his knees give up on him.

"You can't walk. Stop being a bitch and let me help you." You swing his arm over your shoulder, and pull him up, guiding him towards the exit of alley way. At the closest convenience store, you rest him on a bench, bringing a towel to his face to wipe off the blood from his brow and lip.

"How did you see me?" He barely manages to ask.

"I didn't know it was you until I saw your face, which is very beat up by the way." He observes quietly and patiently waits for you retreat the towel from his face, slowly admiring the way you move your eyebrows while humming a small beat. 

“I’m done. I’ll call a taxi to take you home so you can finish up. I’m going to assume this isn’t the first time you get beat up.” Jay, snapping back to reality, stands up quickly and blocks your view of the street. 

“I can manage. Now go home.” He nods towards the direction of the grand city. 

“You can barely walk. Either I take you home, or text someone to come pick you up.” Jay immediately takes the second option, and searches quickly for his phone before realizing he must of left at it home. 

“Go ahead, call the taxi.” He mutters under his breath. The bright lights signal to him that he has arrived, and in silence, you drop him off, and leave, not letting Jay even look back and say a quick ‘thank you.’ 

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If Jay didn’t know any better, it’s almost as if nothing had occurred yesterday. He’s still wearing his black mask to cover up his bruises, but you walked in with a smile and the same welcome from the past two weeks. 

Usually, he would turn the other way or not even bother to look at you, but his slight nod was reassurance enough. 

At the end of class, he was almost the last to leave, given that he had woken up from napping the entire class. Rather than seeing the empty room he was used to waking up in, he saw you again in front of him, holding a blue bag. 

“Here. Eat well okay?” You left the bag onto his desk and walked out again before he could respond. He stuffed the bag into his backpack and went towards the lunch room he was used to meeting his friends in. 

“Jay’s late and beat up. What a surprise.” Sunoo’s snarky comment doesn’t catch him off guard, and instead pulls out the blue bag from his backpack and rests it on the table. 

“Oh? Jay brought lunch? Quick, let’s rate his cooking skills.” Before Jay can react, Heeseung had already snatched it from the table, pulling out a Tupperware with a sticky note on top. 

“Who’s y/n? And why did she call you a loser?” Heeseung asks, opening the container to a bento box. 

“No one, now give it back.” Jay takes back the container, almost admiring the contents inside. 

It was the first time his heart began to take notice of you. 

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Everyone was quickly suspicious about Jay’s relationship with you. It all started with him publicly going to you and thanking you for the food. Then it was the constant good mornings when you would welcome him at the beginning of class. Then it was the morning coffee, and walking you to class in the morning. He was practically stuck to you when he wasn’t with his friends. 

“You know, I think Jay likes you.” One of your friends mentioned casually, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“Stop taking those rumors too seriously, he’s just paying back a favor.”

Yet, your friends weren’t the only ones who were beginning to notice. Most noticeably, Jay’s very own friends. 

“Sunghoon, I don’t like her, so can you shut up?” Jay, almost irritated by the constant confusion of emotions. 

“So, you wouldn’t mind her being so close with Sunoo?” Jake points at your direction. You laughing and trying to hold yourself together while punching Sunoo in the arm. 

“No. Of course not." Yet, he still finds himself burning holes into Sunoo's skull as he sees you wrap an arm around his neck to pull him into a head lock.

It seemed as if that was the last straw because in the next moment, Sunghoon was attempting to prevent Jay's next big mess.

"Get your hands off him." Jay commands, catching not only your attention, but those around him as well.

"Relax Jay, she's just playing around." Sunoo gets himself out of the head lock, and looks at your face who's been cleared of any laughter.

"I'll see you later Sunoo." You can't even look at Jay in the eyes before walking off with another friend.

"What's wrong with you? You know she wasn't hurting me!"

"Don't talk to me right now Sunoo." Jay storms off in the opposite direction while Sunoo turns his head to the side at Sunghoon.

"Am I going to die?"

"Not yet anyway. I think if you stay off y/n, maybe it'll extend your life line." Sunghoon states honestly.

"What do you think would happen if I told him she's my cousin?"

"I don't know but I've never seen Jay so..like this. Its a good look on him."

However, Jay is his full fledged rage, begins to shove everyone in his way including a poor freshman who happens to fall in front of your locker.

"Jay what the fuck!? Are you okay?" You crouch down and reach your hand out, giving Jay a bitter feeling.

"Is this how you catch men? You pretend to be the good guy?"

"Excuse me?" You repeat, shocked at Jay's sudden attitude.

"Nevermind just stay away from me? Got it?" You don't even process the words before he dashes off, ignoring his friends who are attempting to catch his attention.

"Sunghoon, what's his issue ?" Sunghoon only let's out a heavy sigh before shrugging his shoulders.

"It's not my business, but I can assure you that anger won't end well."

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And it just so happens that Sunghoon's response was quiet accurate considering Jay's familiar situation. He's been long enough member of his gang to know what territories they're not exactly welcomed.

Yet, he doesn't care and does so anyway because anything is better than having to imagine you with some one else.

"Haven't seen you in a while Jay, must have been busy hmm." The leader mocks him, but it only infuriates the pent up anger within him causing him to land a punch at his gut.

"Don't test me." And as if history repeats itself, he finds himself once more cornered in the back of an alley way. With the collection of bruises forming on his stomach, one could tell he was a kick or two away from a good surgery.

"Jay! Stop!" He curses himself mentally when he watches you run towards him.

"You better leave pretty one...I mean unless..." He approaches you, reaching for your chin to tilt it sidewards, leading to Jay using his last strength to push him off you.

"Don't touch her." Jay grits his teeth, earning a smirk that quickly turns into a frown at hearing the sound of police sirens.

"You got lucky this time." He flees the scene leaving you again with a bloodied up Jay.

"You promised me to not fight anymore!" Jay chooses to ignore you and limps away to a nearby post.

"And I told you to stay away from me y/n. I don't need people like you to worry about me because they pity me" He responds.

"How am I not supposed to worry when you left so suddenly? One moment we're good and the next you're mad at Sunoo and everyone?" You place him on the stair case while getting your first aid kit ready.

"How am I supposed to stay away when you worry me? Do you have any idea how fast I ran here with this when Jake told me you weren't at your house?" You continue to apply a bit of alcohol on his open cuts.

"I'm sorry, I was upset. I saw you with Sunoo earlier and I don't know what came over me. Sunoo is so darn perfect, and what about me? I was afraid you'd leave me." Jay mumbles the last part quietly, but you manage to hear it well.

Without much hesitancy, you press a light kiss onto his bruised and swollen lips. He gasps slightly but manages to wrap his arms around your waist.

"I'm not leaving okay, I'm here to stay if you want me to." Jay grabs you and pulls you in for a hug, resting his face in the crook of your neck.

"Please stay." He mumbles, letting his grip on you get stronger. He stays there for a while, before looking at the blue bag in your hand.

"What's this?"

"I brought some dinner because I figured you would be too lazy to do it yourself and end up eating frozen nuggets again." He smiles slightly before admiring your features.

"I really like you y/n.." Jay confesses, still in the position of hugging you.

"I like you too Jay...I really do." A grin forms on his face and he drops another kiss on your cheek before leading the way out.

Perhaps Jay wasn't exactly perfect, but you always knew he was more than ready to love and learn by your side.

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a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts haha, but I figured we could all use a little fluff with everything going on :( <3

[cyro-starfire]

Cyro meeting Lemon Monster for the first time - Lemcy fic

⚠️WARNINGS FOR THIS FIC: OC X CANON, VIOLENCE, CUSSING, KISSING, CRINGE⚠️

Character colors

Blue - Boyfriend

Red - Girlfriend

Green - Pico

Pink - Cyro

Orange - Lemon Monster

The night was still young, the stars shine brightly throughout the night sky, the full moon also gave a brilliant light that made the night seem less dark. Pico, Girlfriend, Boyfriend, and Cyro were having as friend's night out, just the four of them. They generally used their time in the night to goof around and have fun, visiting parks, getting ice cream and just messing around with each other.

As the night grew they decided to sleep over at Pico's place for the night, Girlfriend told her parents about it so they wouldn't panic if Girlfriend didn't get home tonight. On their way to Pico's house Pico noticed the mansion that Girlfriend's parent's had owned, the same one where Bee and Gee met the spooky kids Skid and Pump.

"Ayo, Bee, ain't that the same house you met those kids in?" Pico asked Boyfriend. "Hrm?" Boyfriend looked over and noticed the house. "Oh yeah, it is, what about it?" "Well ain't it also the same house where you told me you like dissed a weird lemon headed monster thing?" Pico added. "Uhh...y-yeah...? Where are you going with this Pico?" Boyfriend asked slightly nervous of what Pico's intentions could've possibly been...

"Well, it's been a long ass time since I had a good scare, not even Cassandra's stupid ass could scare me, you said the guy was genuinely terrifying, I wanna be the judge of that shit!" Pico exclaimed. "DUDE! ARE YOU FUCKIN INSANE? THAT FUCKER WANTED TO EAT ME AND BAE!" Boyfriend responded with a shocked screech. "Dude come on, how bad can it be for me? Besides, Gee can't die remember?" Pico tried to remind Boyfriend. "But he was still fucking creepy, even for a dearest like me." Girlfriend admitted.

"For real?" Pico asked, astounded by Girlfriend of all people admitting that. "Yeah dude." "Well if that's the case, i think it's about time you introduced me to him!" Pico chuckled. "DUDE NO! ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?! PLUS WHAT IF CYRO GETS HURT?!" Girlfriend states to Pico, obviously not happy that he would want to do something this reckless and life threatening. Pico looked at Cyro and felt bad that he almost forgot that they were there..."Well...you guys know I'll shoot up anything hostile." He responds bluntly. "Come on, it'll be worth it, i wanna meet this fucker" Girlfriend and Boyfriend looked at each other and then looked at Cyro for their input.

"o-o-oh uhm..." Cyro was taken aback by the situation being suddenly focused around them. "Do you think you'll be able to handle this shit Cy?" Boyfriend asks the alien in a gentle tone, as to not put more stress on Cy. "w-w-well i-i m-m-mean uh...i-i guess it sh-shouldn't b-be too b-bad if P-Pico is the o-one protecting us..." They replied quietly but not too quiet to where Bee and Gee couldn't hear. "You sure?" "I-I'm p-positive! P-Please don't w-worry about m-me too m-much!" Cyro reassures the two. Bee and Gee look at Cyro for a while and sighed. "Alright just...stay close to us alright?" Cyro nods in response.

Girlfriend finally responded to Pico "Okay, fine we'll go in again..." Pico cheered. "HELL YEAH! LES FUCKING GO!!!" Pico screamed out in joy as he immediately darted towards the mansion and wasted no time to get in, the other three followed but not as enthusiastic as Pico, they were more reluctant if anything, especially Girlfriend...

The inside of the mansion felt as dead and haunted as the first time Girlfriend and Boyfriend went inside it together for the first time. "I still hate looking at the inside of this hellscape babe..." Boyfriend shuddered. "Me too honey bun..." "Awe come on you guys are pussies!" Pico giggled. "EASY FOR YOU TO SAY MAN, YOU FUCKING KILLED A HUGE ASS ALIEN WHEN WE WERE IN FUCKING SCHOOL!" Boyfriend screeched at Pico in anger only making Pico laugh more. Cyro was shaking like a leaf, clinging tightly onto Girlfriend's red dress. "Y-You okay Cy?" Girlfriend asked, worried about the shivering alien. "i-i-i-i-i'm g-g-g-good..." Cyro whimpered silently.

"Okay this was obviously a bad idea, I'm pretty sure this place alone is gonna make Cy have a huge panic attack.." Boyfriend sighed but was cut off by Cyro. "N-N-NO! I-i-i-i-i'm okay, i-i promise...i-i-it's j-j-j-just c-c-cold here..." "You sure Cy?" Pico asked, concerned as well. "Y-Yeah...t-trust me g-guys i-i'm fine!" The alien tried their best to reassure the three, which only resulting in Pico, Bee and Gee sighing in unison, they couldn't just back out on this so quickly...right...?

After some time of exploring the mansion, it did take some time for Pico to get genuinely spooked by the place... "Wow...y'all weren't fuckin around..." He chuckled nervously. "This place is creepy as fuck...why do your parents even own this place to begin with Gee?" Girlfriend shrugged "I don't know man, sometimes they don't even make sense to me..." She responds. "Wait, so you admit your scared then?" Boyfriend asks with a slight giggle.

"WH-WHAT?! N-NO?! I AIN'T FUCKIN SCARED BEE!!" "Ya sure Pico?" Boyfriend giggled even more. "Your sure acting like your scared!" "THERE'S A FUCKIN DIFFERENCE WITH BEING SCARED AND BEING CREEPED OUT YOU FUCK NUT, GET THAT THROUGH YOUR THICK ASS HEAD!" "Okay but your stuttering, your clearly pissing yourself dude." "NO I FUCKIN AIN'T!" "Yeah you are!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" Pico screamed. And thus, an argument began with the two boys, Girlfriend sighed. Some things never really do change, do they? Cyro looked away from the arguing boys only to be met with an odd looking shadow in the distance. "h-h-h-huh?"

"g-g-guys...?" Cyro tried to get everyone's attention but they couldn't be heard over Boyfriend and Pico so they had to try again "G-Guys?" Still not being heard over, so Cyro took a deep breath and reluctantly scream to get their attention. "GUYS!" With them finally being heard all three of them turned their heads to look at the quivering alien. "Is something wrong Cy?"

"u-uh y-yeah, WHAT TH-THE FUCK IS THAT?!" The alien screeched in terror pointing at the lemon shaped shadow that was hiding behind a door. "What's wh- oh...oh no..." "B-B-Bee...?" "What the fu..." The shadow suddenly had a visible smile and finally spoke. "Well, well, well~ what do we have here~? A three course meal~? How thoughtful of you all~!" The voice was deep, soothing, and mesmerizing. The creature slowly opened the door and stepped out.

As seen through the shadow it had a yellow, lemon shaped head, it's eyes were huge with wide pupils within them, it's teeth were uncomfortably crooked, it's neck was a velvet red and the rest of it's body was a pitch, raven black, it had two fingers on each hand, and it had only two toes on each foot. The creature was very tall in compared to the four other beings within the room, it towered over all of them.

"It has been quite a long while since i have seen you two~! And i see you've brought that little schizophrenic ginger friend of yours~! And-" the monster paused to look at Cyro behind Girlfriend, still scared out of their mind. "Well now~! Who's this little friend of yours~? They look rather...appetizing~ in more ways then one if i must be so bold to say~!" He said, attempting to slowly approach Cy but was stopped by Girlfriend. "Don't go near them...O R E L S E . . ." She warned it with a growl, which only made the lemon headed monster roll its eyes in annoyance. "And you still don't know how to not be so RUDE..." The monster growled.

"Better not try jack shit bitch, i know how to use this thing." Pico aimed the gun towards the monster which only made it boom with laughter. "You think a puny little weapon like that scares me? How adorable~!" It chuckled before lunging at Girlfriend and attacked her which made Pico start firing bullets at the creature, and Cy ran as fast as they could into an empty hallway. Boyfriend stood still, he didn't wanna engage in the violence, he didn't sign up for this shit man...

After the monster and Girlfriend fought, monster while doing a number on Girlfriend decided that enough damage was done and went after Cyro. Pico and Boyfriend, instead of knowing Girlfriend can easily heal, and going after the monster and making sure he doesn't hurt them, went to Girlfriend to see if she was okay, Cyro was sobbing and whimpering while running, wanting to be home right now and not here.

"FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!! I KNEW THIS WAS A BAD IDEA WHY DID I TRY TO LOOK BRAVE FOR EVERYONE HHHH!!!!" The alien screamed internally and wished that they were just honest so that none of this would be happening right now, after some running they found themself in a dead end, and what was worse is that they could hear the monster's footsteps. "NONONONONONONONONONO PLEASE PLEASE OH PLEASE I DON'T WANNA DIE, WHY ME, WHY ME. WHY ME!!!" As much as they hated themself, but they were still terrified of dying, especially like this...

The monster got closer and closer until he was visible again which only heightened Cyro's anxiety, their heart was pounding through their chest and their breathing was rapid, they could barley think straight at all. "There you are my dear~!" The monster cooed. "p-p-p-please leave m-m-me alone..." They whimpered quietly. "Oh don't worry dear~! I won't kill you~! Will i possibly hurt you? Maybe, but then again..." He got closer to them and pinned them against the wall, he slowly put his two fingered claws against their face, and caressed their face gently.

"I would feel guilty if i caused any sort of harm to an adorable and beautiful creature such as yourself~!" It whispered in their ear making Cyro blush deeply and shudder they were so confused by this behavior. "You know, i normally don't have such feelings for prey...but you...your different..." The monster explained to Cyro. "wh-what d-do you m-mean...?" "I mean what i mean my sweet cherry cake~! Your seem like such a delicate creature~!" The monster slowly moved it's claws under Cyro's chin and began to rub the bottom of their chin gently. Cyro couldn't help but purr at the sensation.

The monster chuckled at Cyro's purring, they were so adorable. "Perhaps i won't eat you~ your so sweet, I'm afraid that if I eat you, I'll get a cavity~!" The monster joked. Cyro didn't respond, they only continued to purr at the monster rubbing their chin, until he took his claw away from their chin which only made them whine. "wh-why'd y-you st-" they were interrupted by the monster giving them a soft and gentle kiss on the lips, which surprised Cyro at first, but they slowly sunk into the kiss and kissed the monster back. There was some time before they broke away from the kiss, Cyro panted softly while looking at the creature

The monster chuckled. "While i would love to keep you, i fear that i have aggravated your friends enough, so unfortunately this will be goodbye for now, but i will be back soon, my little prey, until we meet again~!" The monster whispered to them beore giving them a kiss on the cheek and disappeared into the shadows again. Which only left Cyro in confusion but at the same time, they felt like they've fallen in love again.

After some time Pico, Boyfriend and Girlfriend found Cy, fortunately for them Cyro was okay, and the four of them darted out of the house as soon as fucking possible. Cyro never really forgot about that day ever since...

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Dangerous Love (Pt. 12 of 13)

Pairing: Bruce Wayne (Batman) X Harley Quinn's sister!Reader

Word count: 2.8 K

Summary: You're Harley Quinn's sister, Havoc, one of the many villain's of Gotham. But you've been caught, and has been tortured constantly for an year in Belle Reve. But when your think your life can't be anything else than the nightmare you find yourself into, Bruce Wayne, the Batman, takes you in for a project. He has a program to rehabilitate villains, and you're his lab rat. But soon enough confusing feelings start getting in the way. You know falling for Bruce is stupid. But can you keep your heart under control?

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{Justice League - DC Masterlist}

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So The Whole World Knows

Bruce loves you. It's the first thing that comes to your mind when you wake up. You talked for hours, until late at night, and Bruce told you exactly when he started falling for you. It was on the day he went to Belle Reve to take in your papers. That was the first time he saw you, through the camera they had in your cell. You remember that day because the lights were turned on for fifteen minutes or so. But you would never guess it was for Bruce to see you. From that moment on, Bruce told you, he felt something change inside him. He also tried to push it back, ignore it, misread it. But he knew he had to help you.

It got a little messy when it was your time to speak. You stuttered like an idiot, struggling to find the right words to express yourself. Bruce did seem to find it a little funny, so you playfully slapped him a couple of times. But in the end, the three words finally came out, from your lips and from his. Bruce is dead serious about your relationship, and this time he told you with all the words. He assured and reassured you this is not just a fling or a crush. He wants what you have to be serious, solid. And you want the same.

Smiling, you move closer to Bruce, felling as his chest rises and falls with his steady breath. “Morning, sweetheart.” He says.

“Hey...”

“It's a little late, I bet.” He turns his head to look at the digital clock by the nightstand on his side of the bed. “Almost ten.” He starts moving to get up and you let out a groan.

“Five more minutes. C'mon.”

“I'm taking you out today, remember?” He sits up, looking down at you. “So get up and get ready.”

He's way more excited about this than you are. But you get on with the morning routine. Shower, breakfast, and you have to add dressing up on something other than sweatpants and tank top. You have just two pairs of jeans to choose from and a few blouses. Bruce got them for you a while ago, but you never had any reason to use them. You have a pair of white sneakers too. When you're done, you do look different. Normal... These simple-looking clothes are expensive, you can tell. You've had your share of stolen high fashion clothes, so you know the difference between clothes that normal people can buy and the clothes Bruce Wayne has access to.

“Are you ready?” Bruce calls and you leave the bathroom. “You look–”

“It's just sneakers, jeans, and a purple blouse.” You cut him off, rolling your eyes at the smile that comes to his lips. “You look very handsome in this suit.” You can't help but say, trying not to look for so long and leading the way out of the bedroom.

Bruce rathers have his driver taking you, so he can stay on the back seat with you. Seeing the city after all this time, almost a year and a half if you count with the time you were in Belle Reve, feels different. Even more because you're in the daylight, not trying to hide, and not planning any kind of mischief. It's like seeing everything for the first time. Gotham has it's a beauty... at least here, the good part of the city.

When Bruce tells the driver to stop, your heart skips a beat. He gets out first, and you're frozen, suddenly aware of people walking up and down the street. “Let's go,” Bruce says in a soft tone after he opens the door for you.

“Let's go,” you repeat, more to yourself than to him.

And you're off the car, holding Bruce's hand as you walk at a slow pace. You get the feeling that people are staring. At you, at Bruce, and them at your holding hands. It's good to know that they don't seem to know who you are. Bruce takes you to a few stores so you can buy your own clothes. You resist a lot because you keep checking the price tags even though he told you not to. You stop by a restaurant to have lunch before you hit different stores. At some point you know you have more than you need right now, but he doesn't seem to see it that way.

“They don't recognize me,” you mutter as you pass by a small group of people.

“You're different. And not just because of the hair color.” He looks down at you, smiling.

Biting your lip, you hold back a smile too. As you look at the store's display, you slow down until you stop before a window. There's a necklace in a display, with three pink stones. Acting out of pure instinct, your eyes scan the store's entrance for cameras. Two. “I could steal it, you know.” You decide to tell Bruce, just to tease him. “One of those cameras is broken. And even if it wasn't, it never stopped me before.” You wink at him as he raises his eyebrow, starting to move again.

“Come.” He grabs your arm, pulling you inside the store.

“No,” you exclaim, trying to pull him back to the street. Which is useless. “Bruce, c'mon.”

“Ma'am. I'd like to see that piece you have on display. The necklace with the pink diamonds.”

“Diamonds?”

The woman does as he says, and seconds later she puts the piece on the desk before you. “This is a unique piece. The designer never makes the same piece twice. A true jewel.”

“It sounds super expensive.”

“Well, you can't expect to buy something unique for a low coast.” She says, even though you weren't talking to her. “Are you going to take it, Mr. Wayne?”

“Let's see.” Bruce takes the necklace from the display and moves to stand behind you. “Pin your hair up for me, please.” He asks when he notices that you won't move. Taking a deep breath, you do as he says, and Bruce puts the necklace around your neck, pulling you to stand before the mirror. “What do you think?”

The delicate stones looks beautiful, obviously, and you touch it with your fingertips. “I think it wasn't meant for someone like me,” you whisper.

“I think you're wrong. And it's you that makes the necklace look even more beautiful.” Bruce places a soft kiss on your shoulder before turning back to the woman. “I will take it.”

Unbelievable. “You shouldn't spoil me, Bruce Wayne,” you tell him when you're leaving the store.

“After everything you went through in that hell, I will spoil you... Just a little bit.”

“Well... I think we can go home now. Or do you want to take me somewhere else?”

“You will need a dress for today's gala.”

“What?” You stop walking again, turning to look at him. “What gala?”

“I have another dull party to attempt, and I thought it would be a good chance to introduce you to the city.” He says as if it's no big deal to take a wanted criminal to a high society party, where everyone will not only see but photograph you.

“Bruce, people will... Everyone will see that we're together... What will they–”

“Haven't you considered the possibility that I might want people to know we're together?”

“But...”

You don't even have the chance to think about what the hell you were going to say next because Bruce pulls you into a kiss. It's slow, as if you're weren't in the middle of the sidewalk of a very hectic street. But soon enough there's no one else. As you step closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, you deepen the kiss. The world fades away, and nothing else matters. And you feel like you can deal with the gala as long as you're with him.

• • •

As much as you love the silver dress Bruce gave you for your birthday, your back is still a little messed up. So your new dress, in a dark shade of blue, covers it. It's crazy how Bruce has to help you figure out what to do with your hair. Luckily, Diana is still here to intervene. She helps you make some waves and pin half of it up, to so it'll stay away from your face except for a few locks. You're worried sick about this gala thing as you go downstairs, and to the living room, where Bruce is waiting. He smiles when he sees you, and you blush and look down.

The short trip to the gala is silent because you're gathering the courage you'll need. When the car stops, you're taken aback by the countless photographers and journalists.

“Are you ready, my love?” Bruce asks, holding your hand. You nod, taking a deep breath. “I'll open the door for you and those flashes will be on your face. There will be questions, and probably a headline about Bruce Wayne's girlfriend tomorrow.”

“I know.” Nodding at him, you watch as he gets out. Bruce stops and waves for the cameras for a while before walking around the car and opening your door.

The world slows down as you step out, holding onto Bruce's arm, trying your best not to look more misplaced than you already do. “Just smile.” He whispers before placing a kiss on your cheek. And you do as he says, smiling and even waving a little. There are countless cameras flashing, microphones, and a lot of questions, so many you can't even understand most of them. Some want to know your name, why you showed up with Bruce Wayne if it's right to assume you're in a relationship. But since Bruce doesn't seem like he'll answer any of them, you keep your mouth shut. “Time to go in. Let them freak out about it.”

“Okay.” You let him guide you inside, a hand on the small of your back.

This gala takes place in a luxury hotel, and its main hall is sophisticatedly decorated. Everything seems terribly expensive and breakable, and the people seem to be stupidly rich. You even recognize some of them. Politicians, philanthropists, CEOs... You stole from some of these guys and here you are now, at the same party, as if you belong.

“Bruce...”

“What is it?” You stop by your table, and he pulls the chair for you to sit.

“What happens if only one person here recognizes me?” Would they call the police? Start running? Yelling? It would certainly be a mess, and the last thing you want is to ruin this. Bruce decided to bring you here so the city will see you, and to make a point to those women who still insist on trying to get him... And because he wanted your company. You can't even count how many times he told you that having you here would make this dull gala become something great... Bringing yourself to believe it it's still hard, but you're trying not to doubt him anymore. He has been proving that everything he says is true.

“They won't, my love. And even if they did... You're with me, remember? Nothing is going to happen to you.”

“Bruce Wayne.” A woman stops by, the same you saw some time ago from your window, hugging him in the garden. “So the rumors are true. You actually came with a girl.”

“Angela, this is (Y/N), my girlfriend.” He says, smiling as you reach out your hand to shake Angela's. There's a sting of anger in your chest, and for a moment you don't know why. But it must be jealousy, right? Bruce told you they're just old friends, but the image of the hug, and what you thought it meant back then floods your mind. But you bring back to memory everything Bruce said, and everything he has done.

“Nice to meet you, Angela. Bruce told me a lot about you.”

“Only the bad things, I hope.” She giggles and you offer her a smile. “You better be ready to see your face on every news channel tomorrow night. The woman who finally got into Bruce Wayne's heart.”

“I've been warned,” you say, exchanging a glance with Bruce.

“Well, take good care of him. He can be a little... Complicated.”

“You have no idea how.” Oh, if she only knew about his night job...

“I will leave you two. I still need to make my presence known to some very boring people.” With a last smile, she walks away.

“And I should do the same.” Bruce stands up.

“Okay.” You're starting to accept the fact that you'll have to sit here alone for a while when he reaches out his hand. “What?”

“Did you think I'd leave you here?” You take his hand and stand up, and he pulls you to his side. “I won't leave you alone.”

Biting your lip, you hold back a smile.

Now you get why Bruce finds these parties so dull. He walks around, meeting people, engaging in small conversations, complimenting random things... The difference now is that he's introducing you to every single one of them, as his girlfriend. Saying that they're surprised is a misunderstanding. They're perplexed because they don't seem to recognize you from any of the high society families of Gotham. Or from anywhere else.

As the night goes by, you feel the anxiety vanishing. You even give your opinion about some things. Politics, company administration, economy. It makes Bruce give you a proud smirk, that you'll make sure to tease him about later.

When the formal talk is over, and the music starts playing, Bruce takes you to the middle of the hall, and you dance among the rest of the people. The photographers are allowed in, but not the journalists. And it doesn't take much until some of them reach you, and the cameras start flashing.

“As soon as they get a few good shots, they'll leave,” Bruce reassures you.

“I'm alright. It doesn't bother me.” You have your eyes fixed on him, but you close them when your foreheads touch.

“There's something else I need them to get on camera. To make things one hundred percent clear.”

“What?”

Bruce closes the final distance between the two of you, capturing your lips on a soft, warm kiss. And it happens again, the rest of the world disappears. The flashes, the gossip... Nothing else matters.

• • •

“Bruce, I'm on TV,” you yell from the living room. “And not because I broke the law.”

He comes from the kitchen with a smile, handing you a bowl of ice cream before sitting beside you on the couch. “What are they saying?”

“The girl who came out of the blue stole Bruce Wayne's heart. The most wanted bachelor is now taken. Sorry, girls.” you add the last sentence, shrugging your shoulders. “Same thing that channel five.”

“I got calls. People asking for an interview with you.”

“Oh, no. They'll ask about my past. What the hell am I going to say?”

“You don't have to say anything. They don't have to know.” He gestures for you to move closer, and when you do, he pulls you so you're seated in between his legs, comfortably leaning against his chest. “Nothing else matters, remember? Just you and me.”

“Nothing else matters,” you repeat, closing your eyes for a moment to feel the soft kiss he places on your shoulder. “Life is good, you know? It's finally good.” Your mind floats back to your troubled past, when you had many things, expensive things, everything money could get. And how empty it was. Flash forward to today, here, in Bruce's arms, you finally feel complete, loved, like you found your place in the world without having to steal it, or put on a mask to conquer it.

“There's only one thing left, my love. Your freedom.”

Moving so you can look at him, you sigh. “Even if I have to be here, not being allowed to go out there again, I'd still be happy, you know.”

“But I want you to have everything. To be free to go for a walk if you want, to make friends and hang out with them. Graduate and find a job you enjoy... All the things you never had.”

“Maybe it's more than I deserve.”

“You deserve it. More than those guards who torture you. They're criminals too, as were you.”

The simple fact that the said it in the past makes you smile. “I love you, Bruce.”

“I love you too.” You both focus on the news again, watching an entire show decided to talking about you. Countless photos and videos of Bruce come to the screen, and you can't help but look with admiration. You look good, despite seeming a little clueless in the beginning, but then you look almost normal, holding onto Bruce's arm. The gala was nice, and you felt a little special by being there, but the best part was coming home with Bruce and having the silly little things you have. Having dinner together, falling asleep together. Happiness isn't enough to describe it. You'll have to create a whole new word.

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Forgive Me - Kim Taehyung

Saying I’m sorry is not going to make up for the mistakes you made.

Word Count - 5,168 (longest fic!)

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Warning - profanity

Request are open!! Also feedback is very much appreciated!!

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Everything was moving along beautifully. Your smile was dazzling in the mirror, as you admired yourself. The crisp, white gown complimenting your figure in more ways than one. It was like a fantasy coming true in this very moment, everything was falling right into place. You could feeling the sheer enjoyment radiating through your body, it was electrifying. It was magnificent seeing those hopeful faces surrounding you with gleams of love in their eyes, and you knew seeing that look on his face would just be icing on the cake. With one final look around the room you could feel the fresh tears swell up in your eyes, but in the best way possible.

You felt secure in this moment, like nothing in the world could harm you in anyway. As long as these glorious eyes held that gleam of hope you were gonna feel like this was the moment. The moment that everything was happening for the best. You were going to be marrying the love of your life in less then ten minutes, and you knew this was what you wanted. Soft hands clasped around your forearm as they sat you down firmly in the chair. Their fingertips dabbing at the tears that threatens to leave your waterline. They weren't gonna let you ruin an hours worth of work with a second of crying.

"Now listen, I worked too hard for you to mess up that eyeliner." Sarah smiled, as she fiddled with the tube on the table. The black liquid having another round on your left eye. She was steady, and you hoped that everything else was going steady as well. Her arched eyebrow showed just how concentrated she was at this moment, she wanted you to look beautiful as soon as those big wooden doors opened and exposed you to all those waiting people.

Her manicured fingertips dabbed lightly on the eyeshadow that covered your lids. Giving minor touch ups to places that needed it. At the end she held your face in her eyes, and held the eye contact with you. She was incredibly proud of you, and she couldn't wait to show off her best friend to those inside. She wanted you to have your bright and shinning moment, but only if she knew. "Get up, it's time."

You nodded lightly, as you took a hold of her outstretched hand and took a wobbly step. The diamond crusted heels making loud clicking sounds as you walked across the tiled floor. The closer everyone got to those doors the faster your heart raced within your body. You could feel your breath hitch within your throat, and it felt constructive. The light hold you had on Sarah's hand changed to a bone crushing one. Her body halted with yours in the middle of walkway.

"Hey,hey, hey, it's okay y/n. Everything is okay, you can do this." Sarah comforted as he clasped your hands together and brought them to her lips. Delivering small kisses to your fingertips in an attempt to calm you down. Your breathing began to go ragged as each breath was sharp. You couldn't give up now, not when you were so close to having the perfect fairytale ending.

"Sarah's right, y/n." Bella smiled as she rubbed comforting circles on your exposed back. The small act calming down your body as your panicked eyes went side to side. Locking with Bella and Sarah multiple times. Not once did their eyes leave you, even when you felt like you were throw up they didn't leave. They were the ones who actually honored their commitment and stayed right by your side. The loud creaking of the wooden doors wasn't what caught your attention, but the person who sprinted out of them. It was one of his best men, and even he looked like he was panic mode as well.

"Oh shit." He mumbled as he saw the three of you standing off to the side. His eyes softened as he took in the state you were in, panicked and out of breath. Those big doe eyes darted from the audience back to you several times, but finally he made a move. His small hand waved Bella over and he tugged her close. So close that is hands were gripping the sides of her dress, causing the material to scrunch up. His head dipped to her neck, as he whispered inaudible words into her ear. Her arms pushed him away without a doubt, as she stared dumbfounded at him.

"You're lying." She spat as she crossed her arms. Her eyebrow was arched in a serious way, and you could tell something was going on. She looked pissed, as if the words Jimin spoke mocked and offended her in some way. Bella looked like she was ready to pounce. "Jimin you better be fucking lying." She peered into the reception room, and you heart stopped at the gasp that left her pink lips.

You tore yourself away from Sarah's hold, and tugged at the long train of the dress. You figured that the people waiting were pissed, since you had took so long. The here comes the bride song ended minutes ago, and you didn't want to keep the people waiting anymore. Besides you knew in your heart that this was the right thing to do. Marrying him was the right thing to do. It has to be.

"On no, y/n, your makeup." Bella rushed out as she yanked you away from the doors. A small rush of wind was knocked out of you at the harsh yank she gave. The look on her face showed just how determined she was to keep you away from those doors. Your eyebrows furrowed in a confused manner, this was your wedding, and the bridesmaids wasn't even letting you walk through the door. You didn't want to keep him waiting, and he was no doubt worrying about your lack of presence at the alter.

"It's fine, Bella, Now please let me go get married." You sighed, as you tried to tear yourself away from her. Yet she was giving in what so ever. No matter how hard you struggled against her hold you never stopped, not until she muttered under her breath. "Bella what's going on?"

"Y/n, you can't get married right now." She said, her eyes dropping to white tiles on the floor. Her hands clasped tighter around your body, as you went limp. She said you can't get married, but what exactly does that mean. "You can't get married because of, um,"

"Bella, sweetheart, spit it out,please." You sighed lightly.

"You can't get married because you have no groom." The words slipped past Jimin's mouth without a second thought. His hand flew to his mouth in desperate need to stop himself from talking. They were lying, they had to be! This has to be a joke, a sick, cruel joke. But nonetheless a joke, and when everyone's laughing you'll be saying your vows to the one you've grown to love. The love of your life was out there, he just had to be. You jerked way from Bella's hands and raced to the wooden doors, and flung them open. The doors ear splitting loudness alerting everyone, as they turned to stare in sorrow.

Everything was perfect, from the soft daffodils, and tulips that hung along the soft white benches. To the rest of the brides party in their stunning, yellow dresses on the alter. Everything was just the way you two planned it, but one thing. His spot was empty as can be. The only thing that truly mattered to you wasn't perfect, he wasn't there. Everyone looked on with sympathy glazing their faces, and you couldn't take it anymore. With a sob in your throat, and tears blinding your vision you took off. Just like he did, you sprinted back down the hall in a desperate attempt to get away from the piercing eyes of those in the reception room.

Multiple feet raced behind you, but you didn't care. The one person you wanted by you side, and left you to dry. He left you alone without a second thought in the word. Kim Taehyung left you before you could even step one foot in his vision. All of those memories started coming back in vivid flashbacks, each one felt like they were striking spears into your heart. The one where you first met, in middle school during a math class, and then two months ago when he bumped into your outside the dress shop trying to sneak a small peak. His boxy smile lighting up his face, as he pulled your body close. While the other hand rubbed circles on your cheek, then he'd place a chaste kiss to your lips. So soft, like he was afraid you'd break into a million parts if he was too rough.

You slammed the dressing room door shut behind you. At this weak moment you let yourself fall apart, you poured every emotions you had into this moment. The loud sobs echoed off of the walls, and your held yourself as the sob raked through your body. You could feel the makeup running down your cheeks the longer you sat there, and let the tears flow. The inside of your throat felt raw, and your vision was too blurry to even pinpoint the mirror. The door flung open and in walked more than the three people from before.

"Oh, baby." Bella's voice rang through your ears. Her arms pulled your body into her, as she crouched down to your level. She let you cry into her shoulder no matter how loud, or how messy. She let you get out all of the sadness and sorrow in your body. Another pair of hands were placed on your legs, and your back. Everyone gathered on the floor, and tried to comforted you through small touches. They couldn't relate, half of them were happily married, others had kids on the way, but they all had their shares of heartbreaks. And they're gonna be here for you no matter what.

"He l-l-left me. He actually left." You hiccuped into Bella's shoulder. As your hands gripped the yellow dress on her body. You wished this was a dream, that any minute now you'll wake up and it'll all be over. It wasn't supposed to end like this, you two made a plan. Till death do you part, that was supposed to happen. You were not supposed to get left in the middle of your wedding day. "I thought he loved me."

"Oh, honey." Sarah sniffled, while moving closer to you. She wrapped her arms around your waist, and laid her head in the crook of your neck. You could feel the tears fall down her face, and onto your neck. The three of you were so close, that when one was having a bad time it seemed like everyone got the same feeling. And now wasn't any different. "I'm so sorry."

"Can we get this stuff off of me." You cried, as you yanked at the veil that was hanging over your shoulder. The lace ripping in spots the harder your tugged. Both of them lifted you up, and forced the groomsmen out the door. Their hands went to the zippers, and then others went to the bobby pins that were holding your curls. You kicked off the heels, and tried to force the dress off. You didn't want anything on you that would remind you of the events that just happened. You just wanted to go home.

"Here I got her other clothes." Namjoon's embodied voice spoke through the door. You were handed the clothes within a second, and hastily covered your body once more. You quickly grabbed the makeup wipes on your way out. Namjoon held your body close, as he wrapped his jacket around you. "I'm so sorry, sis."

You smiled sadly, as you gripped the back of his shirt. "Please can we just go home." He nodded as he led everyone to limo. They piled in one by one, and the whole ride was silent. No one dared speak a word, after what just occurred. You were broken in the seat, and no one wanted you to become worse. "What happened."

It was the first sentence you spoke in that whole ride. Their eyes widened at your sudden words, but no one opened their mouths. Half of them didn't truly know, while the others did.

"Please." You begged, as you fiddled with the hen of your shirt.

"He said he was going to look for you, because to him it felt like a long time, but he never came back. That's why I came out." Jimin confessed as he rubbed the back of his neck.

You laughed slightly, as you wiped your nose once more. "I still can't believe this actually happened, today."

Everyone stayed silent once more. Not knowing what to say, because they never pictured Taehyung doing something like this. He talked to highly of this day, he talked so highly of you. Then he just up and leaves without saying a word to nobody. The guy they knew disappeared the moment he decided to leave without a word. You let the silence lull you to sleep, as you hugged Namjoon's arm. And for once your brother didn't put up a fight.

"That stupid little bastard." Namjoon seethed through his teeth when he noticed you were fully asleep. His hands were clenched into fists the more he thought of it. The more he thought of him the more furious he got. He saw the looks on Sarah and Bella's faces and knew they were tempted to scream at the boys in the car. 

"How could you all not have known, especially you Jimin." Bella scolded as she poked her tongue to the inside of cheek. The poor girl was about to explode on someone, and you beat pity whoever is on the receiving end of her yelling. She'll yell until she is red in the face, and her throat is so sore that she can't speak for days. And right now she doesn't care about the consequences of her yelling, she needed to get it off of her chest. 

"I'm sorry, love, I truly am. But even I didn't know he was gonna flake last minute like this." Jimin apologized as he removed his hand from his girlfriends grasp. Only for her to intertwine them once more.

"I'm sorry I snapped I'm just pissed. I love you." She smiled, as she gripped his arm once more. His soft smile, and kind eyes looking at her like she was only girl in the world. That was what true love really looked like.

Namjoon stared down at you and he could feel tears swell his eyes. He was your brother, and it was supposed to be his job to protect you. To protect you from the harsh outside world, and yet he couldn't protect you from this heartbreak. "I'm so sorry."

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It has been almost a year. A year, since you were stood up at that alter. A year since you felt your heart get torn to shreds, and you never felt the same. The trust you had in people slowly diminished as time went on. You could tell everyone was worried sick, but you always said it happens sometimes. But no matter what you always stayed with those who stayed that unfaithful day. They done everything they could to get you back out there, expect for Namjoon. Your poor brother was hell bent on never letting something like that happen again.

You loved your brother to death, but he was becoming suffocating. You understood completely his stance on the situation, but right now you needed some time alone. A night out of begging for you to take one foot out the door, and yet he was always there asking for help. Wether it be with Bella, hell even cooking the poor boy wanted as much supervision as possible. All you wanted to was to have one night, and you prayed that it would come soon.

"Namjoon let the girl have some fun tonight!" Bella sighed as she dangled her car keys in front of him. "Please Joonie! It's my bachelorette party!"

He raised an eyebrow at her request. And the only thing that greeted them was pure silence, and a questionable look from Namjoon. Bella groaned loudly, as she flung her body back against the couch. "You promise you'll keep an eye on her."

"Oh my god! Joon it's been a year-" You argued slightly, before your sentence was cut off.

"Yes! Oh my god, I will see you later Joon, and tell Jimin I love him!" Bella skipped with glee to her car and quickly opened the driver side door. Without a second thought you climbed into the back seat, and was greeted by a yell of surprise from Sarah.

"It's about time! Now we can actually get drunk and have some fun!" Sarah smiled as she bopped her head to the beat of the song. You noticed that it was only the three of you in the car. Who's gonna be the driver?

"You two will be drinking, but I'm out tonight. Can't drink with two on board." Bella sighed lightly as she pulled into the bar. Yet her face tells a different story, she didn't look too upset about not drinking tonight.

"Now wait a damn minute! You're pregnant!" You bellowed in the back of the car, as Sarah sat there with a shocked expression. “Oh my god honey! Congratulations!”

“Wait this is your bachelorette party! We don’t need to go to bar we should be doing something you can do!” Sarah said, as she argued for another route. Only for Bella to wave her hand, and keep the same route to the bar on fifth street. And you weren’t gonna lie you needed a strong shot of whiskey, but Bella deserved to have this night for her.

“Y/n, and you Sarah both need heavy drinks I can tell, and besides the WiFi is way better then at my apartment.”

You tilted your head through the rear view mirror. You wanted her to be sure about this whole plan, considering how loud and rowdy this bar can get. Especially after everyone’s done their sixth shot.

“If you get nauseous at, or even a headache we’re leaving immediately.”

“Okay, Mom.”

“Says the mom to be.”

When you car finally pulled into the parking lot you were practically bouncing in your seat. The thought of that burning alcohol sliding down your throat was really starting to take a hold of you. Raspberry vodka was tempting right now and boy were you gonna settle this thirst.

“Be careful girls! I’ll be in the back booth.” Bella smiled as she careful made her way through the crowed bar. Her arm wrapped securely around her stomach no matter what. She was trying to remain as cautious as possible. You could feel your heart break slightly as you know she didn’t want to be here.

“Don’t stress Jimin is probably already here, we all made a plan earlier.” Sarah laughed as she dragged you towards the open bar. Her eyes darting from left to right as she scanned her options “Cocktail.”

“Whiskey, but Sarah why do I get the feeling you all made a plan for this place to see if we can get some dates.” You sighed as you tipped the glass up to your lips with desperation in your actions you downed the whole glass. And quickly slid it over for another. “I see the boys are here.”

“We just thought you’d want to see some options, and have a well deserved drinks.” Sarah shrugged as she swirled her straw in the blue liquid. Her voice started to her lost within the loudness of the music. You started to respond before a hand gripped your jacket.

“Y/n, were gonna head out, please make sure you get a ride home with the boys.” Jimin nodded as he gripped Bella’s waist and tugged her along. “And please have some fun, and here are the keys to Bella’s car.”

You gave a mock salute as you turned back to your drink. Your head swaying with the music that blasted through the speakers. Then you noticed how Sarah’s leg was bouncing wildly, and making her seat squeak with every movement. Her eyes staying on the group that was so conveniently placed in the seat that Bella was sitting at. “Namjoon is still single right?”

“First of all, gross, and second of all I’m pretty sure.” You faked gagged, as you eyed her and then your brother. “Go asked him to dance.”

The poor girls eyes widen to a comical size almost. And the liquor in her throat gagged her slightly. You rolled your eyes at her manner, before you nudged her harshly. “Sarah, man up and ask him to dance.”

A whimper left her, as she eyed the girls that were starting to go over to the table more often. You weren’t gonna lie his friends were actually pretty cute, especially the one named Hoseok, but you highly doubt he’d even let you near them after what happened. You mentally scolded yourself for even bringing that up. It happened, and you were supposed to get over it like it never happened. You were supposed never thing about that horrible situation again. You could feel your mood turning sour at the mere thought of that day.

“Will you be okay?” Sarah asked, putting down her finished drink. A sharp nod left you as you nudged her towards the boy. You still couldn’t believe the crush she has him, ever since high school. The girl tried to pass every exam and her bumped to advance placement just to see him a few extra times throughout the day. You felt yourself smile at the innocent memory, as it reminded you of the great times you had in high school.

“I’m kinda surprised a beautiful girl like you is all alone right now.” The voice sounded familiar in the back of your head. But you had downed a few shots, and you had to give your mind a minute to play catch up with your body. You tried to swirl yourself around and answer the stranger statement, but you weren’t meant with a stranger.

Oh god no.

Your eyes met his in sheer panic. There he was in the flesh. His beautiful black hair now dyed a soft blond, and you hated to admit it, but it suited him. You felt all those drinks start to resurface in your throat, as he stared at you with sweet puppy dogs eyes. And his usually boxy smile. Shit, he’s only spoke one sentence and everything has already came back. All the love that filled you from head to toe, to that hatred that surged through your veins, it was all coming just from him standing there.

“Oh my god, I have to go.” You sputtered out quickly as you paid for the drinks on the table. The alcohol making you waver in your steps just slightly. Out of pure instinct your hands gripped onto his jacket sleeve, and surprisingly his hands went straight for your waist. You yanked the hands away as if they burnt your body through your jacket material. You felt disgusting to let him stare at you, let alone lay a hand on you. You gripped the keys, and shoulder checked your way through the crowds of people.

As soon as the bar doors opened, and the crips air hit your face you immediately felt better. You needed this breather, as you dashed towards the car. You wished this was a dream as much as your failed wedding night. He shouldn’t have been in there! He skipped your wedding, and skipped town so why the hell is he here. Why now of all times. “Y/n, please, let me explain!”

You halted in your steps. He didn’t deserve to have his side of the story told, he left you. He left you at the alter, and made you look like a fool in front of everyone. He didn’t care about you, and now he wants to show some compassion and try to explain. No, he doesn’t get to, he gets to the feel the same way you felt that day. You were gonna leave there dumbfound, because it’s what that bastard deserves.

“I still love you.” He shouted, as he raced towards your side. And you could feel the emotions burning a hole in your chest. The sound of him saying that still warmed your heart to the core. But that shouldn’t happen, he left you a year ago! Those feelings should have left when he decided to leave you at that alter. You turned around sharply, and tried to steady your breath. You could have sworn a small smile graze his face.

“Do you think that matters to me? Do you really think confessing to me in a bar parking lot is going to make a difference! You left me at that alter and made me out to be a fool!” You bellowed as you took steps back to the car. You fiddled noticeably with the keys. Your vision was slightly impaired due to the alcohol and tears. Which were never a good combo.

“Look I know I mess u, but I’m back! Please just let me give you a ride home.” He suggested as he placed his large hands on yours. You needed to stop this, put an end to all of his bullshit right now and leave. Leave him like he did to you. Give this bastard a taste of his own medicine. “I’ll take you home in this car, and come back for mine.”

You should have gone and gotten on the guys or Sarah. But you knew as soon as they saw him all hell would break loose. Even though you hate to admit it, it would kill you inside to see that happen to him. Your fingers traced the sides of the car to keep you steady. “Take me to Bella’s.”

Taehyung smiled as he raced towards the drivers seat, and started the car. He would open and close his mouth several times throughout the ride. Begging to say his half of the story, and he knew he was an asshole for what he did. He knew he didn’t deserve any type of forgiveness at all. Yet he still wanted to know how you felt. He needed to know if you still loved him. He pulled into the familiar apartment lot, and watched with sorrow in his eyes as you jumped out of the car. Jimin knew he was gonna be here, and he wanted to go talk him, he wanted to go talk to you.

He rubbed the back of his neck as he lightly tapped on the door. He wanted five minutes after you went in at this point. The wooden door swung open and revealed his best friend who didn’t look too happy with him either. Nonetheless he jerked his head to the side, and motioned where you were act. Staring blankly out of the window.

“I have nothing to say to you.” You firmly stated as you pulled your legs to your chest. You wanted to leave at this moment, or else you were gonna break down. Bella gripped your hand, as you saw her reflection in the mirror. She was glaring daggers at her fiancé. You knew there was fight brewing within her, that she was trying to keep calm in this situation. You needed her to stay calm and she knew that, she was your rock.

“Give him five minutes.” Bella suggested in a whispered tone. Your teary eyes glossed over even more at her suggestion. This was a bad idea, and you knew it. You couldn’t believe that she actually wanted you to talk to him as well. “When the five minutes are up I’ll force him to leave.”

You gave a small nod, and waited for his presence to join you on the couch. His weight shifted the cushions, but you didn’t move an inch. Your eyes stayed locked onto the street lights that illuminated the ground below. He didn’t open his mouth and the silence was becoming too much to handle. Either he was gonna talk now or you were gonna call time and force him out of the house.

“I know you’re mad.” You scoffed at the obvious statement. Making it clear that all your emotions were gonna be on the table. “But I am so sorry, y/n, I am so extremely sorry. That day I got scared and worried. We’re still so young, and at that moment I questioned myself on if I was able to settle down. I didn’t know at that time I could or not.”

“You should have talked to me and you know that! You ditched me at that alter, and I was left all alone making everyone around pick of the pieces to something you broke. You shouldn’t get to say you’re sorry, and think that’s gonna fix everything because it won’t. Saying you still love in that parking lot is not going to fix any of this!” You bellowed, and ran a shaky hand through your hair. You couldn’t break down no, not now. He shouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

“I said that because it’s true. I made the biggest mistake of life when I left you like that. I’m here to see if you even have an ounce of love left for me. I want to make us work again.” He sputtered as he gripped your hands. He rubbed small circles on the back of your hand to try and comfort you. He brought your fingertips to his lips and placed small kisses to each once. “Tell me to leave, and I swear I’ll leave this town and never come back. But look me in the eyes and say you don’t love me anymore. I need to know that.”

You lifted your graze from the street lights and stared directly into his eyes. Those kind eyes sending you into a spiral of mixed emotions. You hated this bastard, but on the other hand you knew deep down in your heart that your love for him was still as strong as it was that day. But you didn’t want to get hurt anymore, and the longer you stared the more sucked in your were getting. “You don’t deserve my answer. If you truly care about me, and want this to work out. You’ll work for it. Make me want you back, and then we’ll see.”

“I’ll try with everything in me, because y/n, I never stopped loving you.”

[ma-gic-gay]

For some reason, Michael had been a lot more controlled lately.

He was hiding what he felt, never really showing emotion unless it was anxiety about Brook Lynn or happiness around Willow. Sometimes, of course, he'd show emotion but not normally.

The gym was the only place he really let out all his anger, as always, but lately he'd been punching the bag harder, working out more intensely. Maybe it was because he was trying to get into shape, but Michael was already in great shape. So maybe it had something to do with the fact him and Willow were getting an annulment and he hadn't done anything to try and stop it from happening. For God's sakes, he'd suggested it, thinking Willow needed to hear she had an option.

Dante was right. He is an idiot. Suggesting that him and his wife - the woman he's in love with - get an annulment may have been the stupidest thing he's ever done, and he killed someone, kept a kid away from his dad, and did a lot of other morally questionable things in his life.

Willow knew all of this and still spoke his praises. She still told him he was a good person, that he's different than he was when he kept his little sister from his dad, or killed Claudia. She thought he was amazing for changing his life around, told him she was a different person back then too. People evolve and grow, she said, and so whatever you've done in the past, it doesn't reflect on who you are now.

They met, and then he fell. It was slow, him falling for Willow. At first, it was just a friendly face at their support group. Eventually, though, it became more than just friendship. It became a marriage, a marriage built upon love for their son and keeping him safe, a marriage built upon truth and honesty in the face of dishonesty and lies that Sasha and Chase had told them. When they got married, that was their promise. No lies, never. Lies complicate everything too much, make it easier to fall into what Chase and Sasha did.

She was way, way out of his league and he knew it too. Willow was a genuinely good person, who had always been honest and kind. Not to mention, drop dead gorgeous. So that probably had something to do with the fact Michael was skirting around the one rule of their marriage and not telling her he loved her. But she hadn't asked, so technically he wasn't lying to her, just holding back the truth.

Thinking about he suggested the annulment, Michael punches the punching bag harder. All of his anger starts to leave as he punches harder and harder.

And then Chase and Sasha walk in the gym for their workouts, talking about something. The punches hit an abrupt stop when he notices them, but the anger that just left comes back tenfold. Sasha smiles at him, but there's something off about her in general. It's probably just the breakup.

"I just realized, I forgot my phone at the Metro Court. I'm gonna go back there," Sasha says, backing away.

When she leaves, Chase is still there. "It's been a while," he breaks the silence.

"Yeah, it has been," Michael agrees, frowning at him.

"If you want, I can come back later, or we can work out together," Chase offers.

Michael ponders the offer for a minute. He either gets a workout partner or ends up keeping someone from the gym. "Yeah, sure, we can workout together."

A few minutes into their workout, Chase brings up Willow. Before that, the conversation had been all about sports and stuff like that, easy conversation. "For whatever it's worth, Michael, Sasha and I never meant to hurt you or Willow."

"Well, you did. Regardless of intent, you both cheated on people you supposedly loved," Michael says, punching the mitts harder.

"I do love her, Michael, you've got to believe me on that," Chase tells him. "That's why Sasha and I didn't want to tell either of you, we didn't want to break your hearts."

"You don't love her if you can break her heart, Chase! If you could cheat on her, if you could want another woman, you don't love or deserve Willow. She loved you with every fiber of her being, and you broke that. You broke something precious," Michael says to him, feeling a sense of relief as the words leave his mouth. "And I know that will never happen again."

Chase looks confused. "Michael, I love her so much. It kills me to see that she's not with me, to know that I broke her heart and that she's moving on with you, who I considered to be my best friend."

Huh? They've only kissed once, and Michael doesn't think Chase knows about that. "What happens with Willow and I hasn't been your business for a long time and it still isn't, but I want you to elaborate."

"You- maybe it's her that's in love with you, I don't know, but I can tell one of you is in love with each other, at least," Chase says as his phone rings. He steps away to answer it.

It's possible Willow's in love with him too? Michael had been in his head so much, maybe he didn't see what was right in front of him.

"Look, I hate to put a stop to our workout, but I've got a work thing. I'll see you later maybe," Chase leaves the gym.

Jason walks in, confused by what's going on with his nephew. "Why do you have that look on your face, Michael? What happened? Is Willow alright, Wiley? Your mom?"

"Jason, everyone's fine. It's just something Chase said about Willow and I, that's all," Michael reassures him.

"You only get that look on your face when you noticed something great or terrible happened, so what great thing happened to you?" Jason asks.

Michael smiles, "Chase said that apparently Willow's in love with me."

Confused further, Jason asks, "Are him and Willow close enough where they talk about who they're in love with now? Because the last I knew, Chase was in love with Willow and she was in love with him and you two were getting an annulment and you were in love with Sasha."

"I can't believe I forgot to tell you! Sasha, she was great, but I'm not in love with her anymore. The longer I spend thinking about Sasha and I, we weren't going to last long term. As much as I loved her, and I did, I don't feel that anymore."

Smiling at his nephew, the assassin asks, "But you and Willow?"

"We're married. I'm married to a woman who is incredibly out of my league and adopting my son. I-I love my wife, Jason. I love Willow," Michael smiles.

Jason pulls him in for a hug, saying, "I think you two make a lovely pair, especially if she makes you this happy. You're smiling wider than you have since you won custody of Wiley. Do you want my advice?"

"I'd be dead if I didn't take your advice," Michael truthfully tells his uncle. "So yes, I'll take it."

"Tell her how you feel before the annulment, Michael, please. You do this thing, I do it too, where you wait to say what you feel or you don't say it because you're afraid of what you could do if you actually said what you feel. Let down your guard and tell Willow the entire truth, nothing left unsaid between you two," Jason advises his nephew.

"When do you think I should tell her? Should I set something up like a date thing or-" Michael starts, anxiety creeping up into his voice.

"I think you need to breathe deeply for a few minutes and be calm," Jason emphasizes his breathing, "but I also think you should just tell her. Don't stress out so much or overthink it, because overthinking messes things up. If you tell her, honestly, how you feel, let her respond, you'll be okay."

"And if she doesn't love me back?" Michael asks anxiously, starting to stutter.

"I doubt she doesn't love you, Michael," Jason tries to assure him, "but if she doesn't, we'll cross that bridge when we reach it, and you're getting an annulment anyways."

Michael breathes, letting his anxiety leave. "Alright. I'm gonna go get cleaned up, I'll tell her when I get home."

"I'll leave you to it," Jason says, leaving the gym as Michael showers.

Arriving at the Quartermaine mansion, Michael can tell something's up. Opening the door, he sees Chase. In his home. Talking to Willow, who Michael can tell isn't in the mood but is also intrigued.

Chase leans in to kiss her, their lips connecting briefly as the door closes behind Michael and he doesn't, turning his head abruptly. "Hi again," Chase says awkwardly.

Calming himself, Michael asks, "Why are you in my home kissing my wife?"

Willow walks over to her husband, glancing at Chase fleetingly. "I can explain," Chase stands, eyes following Willow.

"Then please explain what inspired you to come into my house, which is very out of your way, and kiss my wife. I'm sure it'll be enlightening," Michael responds.

"I was just talking to her and realized that she loves me as much as I love her so I kissed her," Chase smiles, getting a pair of glares in return from the married couple, who don't seem to agree with what he said, especially Willow.

Michael looks at Willow, who looks visibly upset and anxious, as he says, "You tell me an hour ago you think she loves me, then you come to my house and kiss my wife, who you cheated on, by the way, and somehow think you're justified? Chase, you're playing mind games is all you're doing."

"When I said she loves you, I was wrong. I know, in my heart, that Willow and I will be together," Chase smiles again. "So I kissed her."

Anger takes over Michael as he fights for controlling it, suppressing it until he can get to the gym but he can't hold back anymore as he shouts, "Do you think, truly, that if she loved you she wouldn't tell you? You broke her heart, and yet you're justified in kissing her because you can rationalize anything, can't you, Detective?"

Willow looks at Michael, confused, as she's never seen him like this before. However, his rant continues. "When we found out you two had cheated on us, I told you that I wasn't going to let someone treat her like that ever again, and I'm still not. Everything I said to you that day was completely true, so leave my house before I do something you'll regret."

"What did I do here to make you so angry?" Chase asks calmly as Dante walks downstairs.

"You think this is just you kissing her, Chase? You broke everyone's heart, even your own, and now you're trying to escape taking any responsibility whatsoever for your actions by kissing my wife, because you can't move on!"

Dante tries to intervene, standing between the two as Michael still yells, "I can't believe you act like this now but an hour ago you were convinced that she loved me. Chase, I love Willow, and I'm her husband, so it's my job to make you realize that you need to get out of my house before I do something we'll both regret!"

Willow looks at Michael, pulling him out of his anger and into a soft face he makes around her. "You love me?" She asks, a small smile playing on her lips.

"This isn't how I intended to tell you, but yes, I love you, Willow. I had a speech to go with that too, but life doesn't always work out how it's planned," Michael says, smiling at her. "But if you don't feel that way back, then of course we'll just forge-"

She cuts off his anxious ramblings by kissing him, the pair melting into the kiss that felt perfectly right. When they pull apart, she smiles widely at him. "I love you back," as they kiss again.

"What the hell, Michael?" Chase asks, ruining the sweet moment for the two. "You're supposed to be my best friend."

"And you were supposed to leave my house," Michael's voice is at an icy level, one that could explode at any second if tempted to. "So leave before I have a guard throw you out."

Dante smiles at his little brother as he addresses Chase, "Leave dude. It's clear you're not getting her back."

"I can't believe this. Willow, you know that he's just your rebound. You don't love him, you're going to come back to me," Chase says.

Michael, unable to deal with this anymore, serves a strong right hook to Chase's head area. Jason taught him how to punch and how to take a punch when he was in high school, Michael's pretty good at it by now. "That was on purpose and assaulting a police officer!" Chase shouts at him. "You're under arrest for assaulting a police officer. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you."

"Chase, stop! Don't arrest him because you're mad at me," Willow pleads, looking upset. "Please."

Looking at Willow, Chase takes Michael and handcuffs him. "No."

The ride to the police station is absolutely silent, Michael angry and happy at the same time about Willow loving him back but him being arrested for punching Chase.

When he's being processed, Michael's allowed to make his two phone calls they allow and calls Willow. "Michael? Are you okay, did Chase hurt you? Have they detained you yet, or processed you fully?" She anxiously asks, sounding just like any wife would when her husband gets arrested. Michael can't help but chuckle quietly. "Why are you laughing?"

"Willow, I'm fine. I need to be bailed out, but I'm absolutely fine. No one hurt me and I'm being processed again but I'm not injured except for my ego. You sound so much like my mom everytime my dad or Jason gets arrested right now, it's funny."

"It's stressful having your husband in jail for punching a cop!" Willow laughs back. "How much is bail?"

"Bail is $1,000. I wanted to let you know I'm okay, but I'm gonna call Jason for bail money. He's been through this before and won't be as much of a stressed out mess as you," Michael tells her, smiling.

"I can handle bailing you out, but you're right, I'd be too stressed. I'll meet you at the station, though, and hopefully you'll be out as I'm there," Willow chuckles with her husband. "Alright, well I'm not gonna keep you any longer. Go call Jason."

"I love you," Michael smiles as a way to end the call.

"I love you too," Willow says as she hangs up the phone and he swears, he can hear her smile through the phone as he dials Jason.

"Jason Morgan," he answers the call.

"It's Michael. I'm at the station and need $1,000 for bail money because I punched Chase. Can you bail me out and not tell my mother?" Michael asks.

"Why the hell did you punch Chase?" Jason asks him.

"He kissed Willow and started saying she was in love with him, even after she said she's in love with me and we kissed again, twice," Michael smiles again, thinking about the kisses.

Jason sighs. "I'll be there in twenty minutes. Should I be expecting to see your wife there, pacing?"

"Probably not. She's going to be here, but I don't think she'll be here for a few minutes after I get bailed out. Are you telling my mother about this?" Michael asks again.

"I'm not dealing with Carly finding out you got arrested. You can."

"Thanks, Jason. I'll see you soon."

The twenty minutes pass and Chase continues booking him in, taking pleasure in it. It's sad how what was once a beautiful friendship is now so pathetic that he's booking him into a jail cell.

Bail is given, and Michael gets out roughly fourth minutes later, being uncuffed and getting his cell phone and wallet back. Willow isn't there yet, but Jason is and looks like he's trying not to laugh as he hugs his nephew. "Michael, your parents and I have always told you to follow the law. A part of the law is not punching police officers," he says in a fake stern voice. "You're so lucky that they didn't have to call Carly or she would've been down here raising hell and you'd be either let go free of all charges or she'd be in jail too by now."

"I know. Mom's not exactly silent about her beliefs," Michael smiles as their hug ends.

Willow runs into the station, clearly stressed but holding it together as she runs to him. "You're okay? Nothing happened? Did Chase drop the charges?"

Michael hugs his wife, glancing at Jason in his happy moment. "Willow, look at me. I'm fine. Nothing happened to me and Chase agreed to drop the charges because it's a first offense. All that's been injured is my ego."

Smiling at the sight in front of him, Jason says, "I think that it's safe to say this is a sign you're really married now, she's worried you got hurt in your short jail stay."

"Hey, we've been married for months!" Willow objects, chuckling as Dante walks in casually with Wiley in a stroller.

Dante greets the staff he knows and says to Wiley, "See Daddy? He did a bad thing to Chase and now he had to get bailed out. But it looks like him and Mommy are finally admitting they love each other, so something good happened."

"Uncle Dante is a little bit too excited to see me bailed out, isn't he, Wiley?" Michael asks, pulling apart from his hug with Willow to take his son from Dante.

"Yes, I am, little brother. If you weren't an idiot, we wouldn't be in this situation," Dante cheekily responds. "As cute as this moment is, I'm going to leave you two to it and go do something else. Jason, Carly needs us for something. I will be telling her that you got arrested, Michael."

Michael glares at his brother while he leaves the station. "Great, now my mother's going to be mad at me too."

"I'm not mad at you," Willow tells him, smiling. "I think he deserved it and abused his power. And I think Mr. Wiley agrees with me."

"I think Wiley would have to agree with me as well that he's got the greatest mommy in the entire universe," Michael smiles at her.

"Greatest parents," Willow corrects him, kissing him again. "You don't give yourself enough credit."

Their family leaves the station together, laughing.

aH

[chlodani]

This is the sequel to my first Zuko X F! Reader pairing smau.

Trigger Warning: Mentions of car accident. Revenge. Also mature. If you are sensitive to that kind of thing, you're warned ahead of time. Read at your own risk. . .

After the car accident and problems she had with her friends, Y/n, gets to experience what it's like to be a mother and have a family of her own. And finally live of life she's always wanted, but is it really all fun and games?

Special Edition Part 21. . .

Series Finale Part 22 coming soon. . .

Y/n's P.O.V.

The cuff exploded from what I did. An excited smile crossed Ty Lee as she looked at me.

"Y/n, you did it!" Ty Lee said to me excitedly.

"Of course -"

I turned to face her. I bended more water from the floor.

"I'm a better waterbender than everyone thinks I am. - And with the full moon tonight, Azula is going to pay for everything she's done,"

The cuffs on Ty Lee's wrist exploded. Ty Lee smiled satisfied as she looked at her wrist.

"And now we wait," I stated as I sat back against the wall.

"What does the full moon have to do with you beating Azula?" Ty Lee asked me confused.

I looked straight at the wall in front of me. Putting my knees up, resting my arms on them.

"Wait and see," was the only thing I said.

. . .

Zuko's P.O.V.

After defeating the Dia Lee agents I walked into the room I was sure Azula would be in, but she wasn't there. I promise shes going to pay for everything she's ever done.

"Zuko!"

I turned to see all my friends rushing into the room. I slightly rolled my eyes. I wish they would just let me do this on my own. Though with how stubborn they are, that wasn't going to happen. Though they love Y/n and our babies too, and want to make sure they're safe. I mean obviously I love them more than they do. Our friends stood around me.

"Zuko, have you found Azula?" Sapphire asked me.

"No," I replied trying not to show them how angry I really was.

"D*mn! I wanted to kick some a*s," Luna stated.

"I told you I wanted to kick her a*s!" Toph exclaimed.

"We'll all get our fair share," I told them.

"Have you found Y/n yet?" Aang asked me anxiously.

"No, -"

I could feel the rising anger. It was only a matter of time before I snapped.

"What about the twins?" Jami asked.

I shouted out, more like a scream, in anger as I shot at huge flame at nothing. I was breathing heavy as I fell to my knees and and part of the ceiling fell to the ground, where I shot my flame. I had my hands out in front of me on the floor. I had tears dripping from my eyes. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and she knelt down on the floor beside me.

"We'll find them Zuko, - We all want to find them. And with us all working together, - we'll find them a lot faster. - Come on the suns going down, which means the moon will be out soon, - We better keep looking," Katara said to me in a soft voice.

I sighed. I took in a soft breath forcing myself to hold back how I truly felt. I stood to my feet.

"Okay,"

. . .

Y/n's P.O.V.

I've been sitting here waiting for hours talking to Ty Lee. She's actually not that bad. I've never actually taken the time to really listen to her before. No I haven't sat with her in a room like this and actually talked to her before. When you're trapped in a room with someone you really get to know them. I smiled as the bright light from the moon shone through the window. I looked at Ty Lee deviously.

"Its time," I told her.

She nodded to me. We moved from the floor, quickly moving up the stairs. Ty Lee tried to open the door.

"Its locked! What are we gonna do?" Ty Lee asked in a panic.

"Dont worry Ty, I got this,"

Just as we were heading up the stairs, I found a bucket, full of water. I dont know what it was used for, but it was all I had. I bended the water over to me, making water arms.

"Hang onto me Ty, I dont want you to fall,"

Ty Lee grabbed onto my waist, holding tightly as I blasted a ton of water at the lock. It took a minute or two but it finally budged. The door came open.

"I love that you're such an awesome waterbender," Ty Lee said to me in awe.

I smiled proudly, "Thanks, -"

Two Dia Lee Agents showed up at the door. I blasted them both back, before letting go of the water and taking Ty Lee with me from the room.

. . .

I ended up in courtyard. Ty Lee said she would check on the babies for me. I knew Azula wanted to bait me and lead me out here. Though there was conveniently another fountain out here, so there's a plus.

"Well, I was wondering how long it would take you to escape," Azula spoke to me from behind.

I turned around quickly throwing water at her. She didnt even try to block it.

"Well, anxious to get this fight started are we," Azula said to me amused.

"This has gone on long enough Azula, - Let's just get this over with," I told her.

A devious, almost evil smile crossed her.

"Gladly,"

She shot a huge blue flame my way. I blocked it just in time with a huge wave.

"Is that the best you got? - Not your very best Azula," I taunted her.

In her anger she shot another flame at me, this time not letting up. I did the same with the water. Our blasts of power from our elements collided with each other. Pushing against each other in the middle. I started to feel myself being pushed back from force, my water blast almost getting smaller. I almost felt myself getting weaker, but I could feel the power of the moon. I let myself take in a deep breath, taking in the power of the moon. I let a out a slight shout as I forced more water towards Azula. It was so strong, I put out her fire, blasting her back quite a ways. She was angered as she laid on the ground. I walked closer to her.

"Just admit it, I'm stronger than you," I said to her in a determined angry tone.

"Never," Azula spoke out as she blasted at me.

I blocked it quickly. I stood firm as she stood to her feet. She was beyond angry and she wanted to break me.

"I will find a way to break you," she told me.

I scoffed, "Good luck,"

She groaned in annoyance and anger. She blasted me again. I blocked it, but I slid back a few feet.

"Is that the best you got Fire Girl?" I taunted.

"You dont want to push me!"

"Well, it looks to me you dont have that many tricks up your sleeve that I can see,"

"You dont know what I can do,"

"Then show me!"

I stood there with a devious smile as she started to create lighting.

"Bring it on," I spoke quietly.

"Y/n!!!" I heard Zuko shout only a few feet away from Zuko.

I looked at him in a panic, as Azula noticed him as well. My heart practically stopped as it happened right before my eyes. The lighting hit Zuko and I felt like my heart was ripped from my chest. My eyes swelled up with tears.

"ZUKO!!!!!" I shouted out to Zuko.

Azula gave me a satisfied smile.

"Face it I'm better than you," Azula challenged.

I stood there staring as Katara held Zuko on the ground. The tears fell from my eyes as I looked at him. He was staring directly at me. Anger and rage crossed over me. I forced my tears away, looking at Azula. I knew exactly what had to be done. Sapphire wanted to do the same, I'm sure, but she knew Azula was mine to get revenge on, – especially now. I stood straight just staring at her.

"Luna, Suki, take the babies out of here. - Katara, help Zuko before it's too late –"

"What are you gonna do? - Freeze me inside a block of ice? - Which you know I could easily melt with my fire?" Azula challenged.

"You've pushed my family too far Azula - And now it's time you paid for it," I told her.

"Oh, I'm so scared," she mocked.

A determined, angered, knowing look crossed me.

"You should be," I spoke as an angered look stayed in my eye.

I closed my eyes for a split second before taking in a deep breath. I felt the power of the moon, fuel me. I opened my eyes staring directly at Azula. I promised myself I would never do this - but she messed with my family - she messed with my husband - and she messed with my kids. She deserves this. I started to use my blood bending abilities on her. She didnt know what was going on and she was starting to freak out.

"What - what's happening?" Azula asked freaked out.

"You are never going to mess with my family ever again, - If you do - I will make your life a living hell,"

I forced her down to her knees with bloodblending.

"Now Sapphire,"

Sapphire came up behind Azula, putting metal chains on her. Azula was beyond angered. I stepped closer to her.

"You've gone too far Azula, - And you are d*mn lucky, I didnt take this any further. - If you push any further, even from your prison cell, I'll ask Aang to take away your bending just like he did with your father," I told her as Sapphire stood her to her feet.

Aang stood next to me, looking straight at Azula.

"And I'll gladly do it," Aang told Azula.

I looked at Zuko again.

"Aang, Sokka, will you take Azula outta here please?" I asked them not taking my eyes off of Zuko.

"Of course, Y/n," Aang told me.

"Gladly," Sokka spoke in a cold tone as he looked at Azula.

They walked Azula away from us. I walked over to Zuko, kneeling down on the ground. I took him from Katara, holding him in my arms. Tears fell from my face as I looked at him.

"Y/n, -"

I put my hand on his face softly.

"Shhhh, - baby - I'm gonna heal you now," I told him.

I gently laid him on the ground. Zuko looked so helpless. I looked to Katara with tears in my eyes.

"K-Katara - W-We can fix him right?" I asked her in a hopeful fearful tone.

"I dont know - I can't heal him by myself not this time - But maybe if we do it together it'll work," Katara responded hopeful.

Zuko closed his eyes.

"Zuko, please - please dont close your eyes - Zuko! - No! - Please, Zuko! -"

"Y/N!-"

Katara grabbed my wrist, making me look at her.

"The only way this is going to work is if you stay calm - We have to stay calm - Y/n - please," Katara begged of me.

Sapphire walked over to me, kneeling on the ground beside me. In comfort she put her hand on my shoulder. I took in a deep breath, closing my eyes for a second as I nodded. Katara and I covered both of our hands with water. We placed them on Zuko where Azula shot him. I closed my eyes as I could feel the healing power working within me. I let the love I felt for Zuko work through me. Tears fell from my eyes. I begged over and over in my head for him to make it. This was taking longer than usual. I didn't like it. My stomach jumped as I felt Zuko take my hand. I opened my eyes to look at him. More tears fell as I smiled.

"You can stop crying now, -"

Zuko propped himself up on his elbows, as Katara moved away from him.

"I'm gonna be okay - thanks to you and Katara," Zuko said to me softly.

More tears fell from my eyes, as I put my hands on the side of his face, leaning closer to me.

"I love you so much Zuko,"

He smiled and a soft chuckle left him.

"I love you too, Y/n,"

"Never leave us again,"

"I won't,"

I couldn't stop smiling. I couldn't stop myself as I pressed my lips to his quickly. He put his hand on the side of my neck, kissing back gladly. I will never let him out of my sight again.

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[lvkswrites-blog]

Suckerpunch

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: language.

Summary: Reader becomes Steve Rogers mentee.

Foreword: The setting would be pre-CW and I think it fits the scene because this is the time Tony Stark and Peter would meet. Basically, I want to create a Steve Rogers who also have a mentee of sort.

P.S Let me know if you guys like this.

(x)

Third person point of view

The day Y/N found out that she does not want to live a life like everyone else is the day she punched a guy in the cafeteria. The guy looks pretty pissed while laying on the floor. Who wouldn't right? He didn't thought that a girl, a lower year even, could send him to total humiliation. Kids of different years cheered on, hoisting emotions from the two hot heads. Y/N, was about to jump towards the guy and give him another strong punch but her jab was caught by the gym instructor.

"Detention, Y/F/N!"

Every kids who encircled them cram and push one another back to their lunch table. A furious Y/N stood still infront of the instructor and the kid. Deep inside she was muttering things she could've done to the guy, who apparently thought making fun of her friend was nice, if only she was fast enough.

She explained everything to the principal and it made her feel hopeless. The guy would still be abstained, he looked like the lesser evil in this one. Y/N had been to detention more than the kid so she knows that it'll be listed on her record.

A guy brought in a tv and she was again infront of a talking Captain America. That moment, in a detention chair, a not-very-brilliant-self-reflection dawned to her. She did not wasted any moment and grabbed her backpack. She swore that she'll never go back again in the "stupid hell of a place".

Y/N is a person of misfortunes. Her dad died in a mission in Benghazi and her mom died from drug overdose at a young age, taken in by a problematic foster parents, and has identity vs. role confusion. But she was certain that she have a feeling inside her that she can't ignore.

The bus ride is short but enough to drown her with thoughts. Y/N plugged in her headphones and hugged herself.

At an old and rusty steel door, She stood. Her hoodie covering her and her backpack hang off over one shoulder. She knocked and waited for reply, when no one answered. She tried to slide the steel door. It didn't budged. So she tried another way, she went to the alley and search for an entrance. She stopped at her tracks when she found it. Apparently, behind a stink garbage can. "Blehk, eew." With one push she successfully pushed it.

A pick lock is all it takes.

"Now that's more like it."

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Steve knows that the owner would be there at the gym he would always go to, but he did not know that there would be someone else aside from him.

Grunts after grunts. Breathy exhales. Beat of trainers hitting the floor. The room felt almost motivational to start his usual workout. He must be careful tho, he do not want attention.

"You are here early? How did you get in?", a voice startled Steve. Steve spun and saw the gym owner.

"I just got here and I- I thought you opened this?"

"I did not." The owner replied. They both shared a look and found a girl in a corner lost in trance while lifting.

Steve approached the girl in a manner that will not scare her. He was gentle even, slowly squeezing information out of the girl. However Y/N can really act well. She said that "I thought it's open, I mean, the lights are on and the door is open so." Steve bought that and talked again to the owner that if anything is missing it might be a break in, if it's not then he must not worry much. The owner trust Steve so he let it be.

A sly smile formed in Y/N lips.

Steve went on his usual routine and let the spirit and sweat fuel him. Like any other fitness junkie, once you start feeling your body fire up it's addicting. He did not realized that per punch he release to the bag, it gets harder. The bag broke from it's chain and it made a loud "thump" as it fell.

*clap clap*

"Captain America," Y/N said while stepping forward. "I thought I might see you here."

Is she a spy? She sound odd. Things came into Steve's head like a computer wiring data.

"You're like a kid on a math test when you think y'know."

"Well, who are you?"

"-I'm just a kid from Brooklyn," Y/N sticked her hand out for a handshake. Steve's eyes trailed the hand infront of him and she waited... She waited until Steve decided to shake her hand. "Steve."

That is when her life officially changed. Y/N and Steve would always meet in the gym and train. They both share this understanding, like telepathy, that shaping up does not just make you feel better but help your head think straight. Days after days of sharing details and small talks. Steve watched her in a distance. Steve learned that she had been struggling with parents, and she have a dream becoming a soldier, and she wants to push her limits.

Steve did not saw a girl trying to impress him. He saw fire in her eyes, powerful motivation, a desire to have a purpose. He saw himself in her. Suddenly, he was back again in 40's. Trying so hard, application after application. He remember... everything.

"Hey, kid. Place is about to close." Steve called, making her pause the treadmill. He gave her time to catch her breath before he dropped the question, "You don't mind chinese takeaways for dinner, don't you?".

Sharon Carter is an agent working for Nick Fury. Lately, she had been assigned to look over Steve Rogers. Steve know and met Sharon knowing she was a friendly neighbor.

Steve and Y/N passed by infront of Sharon's door just in time when she opened it from the inside. Steve acknowledged her with usual greeting. Y/N hung her head as low as possible. Sharon's gaze turned from Steve to Y/N.

Steve racked his brain for an excuse and the best lie he come up with was, "She's my dishwasher." Both Sharon and Y/N's expression is an evident i-knew-it face. They both know Steve is bad at lying. To keep Sharon's act viable, Sharon agreed and excused herself to do the laundry.

Sharon head to the stairs and the two head towards Steve's flat. "You are such a dick, Rogers." Sharon heard. "-language!" Steve warned.

Nick Fury was at his office that time when he received a call from agent Carter. "Agent Carter... What?... Did you manage to take a photo?... Okay I can work that out... Okay... She's a hostile, for now. I'll pay Steve a visit as soon as I can." Nick Fury ended the call with an odd feeling. He tried not to think much about it and truth to be told, he felt that Steve was just trying to catch up in times. After all chivalry is dead, Fury thought.

Nick did paid a visit to Steve's place. He made it really a not-so sneaky one. He was welcomed by a supersoldier pinning him up against the brick wall. "What are you doing here?" Steve whisper-yelled. Nick did not answered and directed his eyes towards the sleeping body in a matress.

Steve released him and said, "Let's not talk here."

"Really? Here?" Fury said in dismay. Steve shrugged. "I ran out of eggs." Fury stopped him by the arms and said, "I told you I'll keep an eye on you."

"-I noticed." Steve retorted and pulled his arm.

"For fuck's sake. If you want a dog, I'll get you one." Fury said and he's furrious. "Rogers. That's a fucking 16 year old, a girl even, and you think- You think you can have someone following you around and listening to your orders-"

"-You don't understand." Steve growled.

"Then make me. Explain it to me..."

"Okay fine. If she fail, she leave. If she pass, she'll stay."

Y/N woke up that day with the sound of clammoring plates amd smell of cooking. She felt a bit concious.

"You don't have to make me breakfast, old man." Steve chuckled at her remark. "Goodmorning, to you too." Both fell silent after that. Both are not used to sharing meals with a person in an intimate space. Y/N chuckled and ate her food in silence.

Steve then explained everything. About fury. About the test. Y/N was not shocked but Steve is. Y/N grabbed her backpack and pulled out her dad's dog tag. Apparently, the dog tag has a shield logo in it. It glistened as the sun light beemed on it.

"I've been low-key researching about S.H.I.E.L.D, I- kinda expected this to happen."

Time skip and a series of extreme running and combat training with Steve. Y/N is ready to face Nick Fury for a test. Although it did not started in a controlled environment, it happened in a laundromat.

Y/N and Sharon are both waiting for their laundry to finish. Y/N started small talks like how's life, what she do, where she came from. "So, you said you're a nurse?"

"Yes," Sharon replied with a smile. That day, Sharon is really in need of laundry service. She have to wash her uniform.

"Do you work during the days?" It's starting to bother Sharon. Personally, she likes her job but when interrogations happen it annoys her.

"Mostly. Life as a nurse is unpredictable, it can change any moment.", Y/N seemed pleased with her response.

Y/N laundry stopped and she started fixing it like any people would. She tried to supress the adrenaline. She breathed in and out in a disciplined manner. She knows that S.H.I.E.L.D trained its agents well that even breathing pattern could be a sign of distress.

She then headed for the door with her laundry, instead of stepping out. She flipped the 'open' sign and slowly locked the door.

"Y/N," Sharon called. "You dropped these." Sharon did not expected the attack. While she was distracted, Y/N grabbed the opportunity to lock Sharon between her arms. Sharon pushed their weights and Y/N hit her back on the laundry machine.

The two started making a mess machine after machine and no one is near from surrendering.

"Why. are you spying on. Steve." Y/N said between attacks. Sharon kept on dodging. She was told that Y/N is a hostile and no harm. Sharon was just dodging every attack Y/N did.

Sharon is lost in her own thoughts while dodging a furious Y/N. Sharon did not expected that Y/N could have much precision and powerful punches. Sharon did not fully understood Y/N mentioned something about Rogers and protection.

Steve and Sharon only shared glances and small talks in the duration of her mission. However, long before she met him she already heard stories from Peggy about a man he worked with. Needless to say, Sharon grew feelings for Steve. Something about Y/N overprotevtiveness aura made her snap. "It's my job, not yours." Sharon thought to her self repeatedly but she kept silent. She then became as assertive as Y/N.

The change of Sharon's body language made Y/N know it's beyond what she wanted to know. Her lunges and attacks felt personal.

"Finally," Y/N announced. They both stared at each others eyes before they started going for one another.

Y/N showed and applied what he learned from Steve, but Sharon showed that she is knowledgeable of MMA moves and aside from personal affairs it became a show-me-what-you-can-do.

Sharon is experienced in combats and her expertise in this really showed. Y/N's arm was about to be locked behind her arm but Y/N grew up catfighting in alleys and she is a nasty and outlaw contender.

Just in time before both girls kill each other, Nick Fury arrived.

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Steve and Y/N sat infront of each other silently. No one is trying to make a conversation. Both are tensed to what Fury will say.

From Y/N vision she could see a red haired woman walking towards them. Y/N's excitement tingled as she realized it's Natasha Romanoff. Media created an image that Natasha is a hot and skilled spy who once been in numerous deadly mission. She's Y/N idol. Now she sit there with a freshly bruised face with a stern don't-touch-me Steve Rogers.

Natasha introduced herself and she announced her presence was by Fury's order. Natasha casually joked about bruising Agent Carter's face for her.

Steve looked at Natasha and then at Y/N. He knew that moment that he made a right choice to take her in.

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Natasha stirred her coffee as Y/N teared her pack of coffee. "How'd you know that Agent Carter is spying on you?" Natasha asked.

"She keeps on glancing on Steve?" It sounded like a question.

"That's assumption."

"Actually, for a nurse, she looks pretty. I mean if she's being an undercover nurse she should-"

"Are you saying that nurses are ugly?" Natasha wheezed.

"No!" Y/N defended. "I mean, okay, whenever I saw her wearing scrubs I try to smell her. She doesn't smell like antiseptic or hospital scent that usually haunted me. I did not said it at first because you might think I'm a creep."

"Creep." Natasha joked.

[cloudylovemuses]

Arcade (2)

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, past!Natasha Romanoff x Reader, past!Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff x Sam Wilson

Summary: It's time for you and Bucky tell Sam and Wanda about your decision. Also you need to talk to Nick Fury and talk things out, hoping for the best.

Author's Note: Sooo, I tried to right a small chapter for the time gap between my first and third chapter. It's a bit awful and lazy, next week week (I'll give a lil spoiler) we'll meet the house and the neighborhood. I wasn't feeling really good to write something more, but hope you like it.

(1)

It's been 5 days since you accepted Bucky's offer, to start a new life with him. At first you and Bucky where discussing where will you live. You suggested to buy an apartment at Brooklyn, but he rejected the moment the suggestion hit the table. He didn't want to be back to the place where he grew up. He didn't want to return to his past. Didn't want to start his new life based on how he used to live.

"Can we have a house with a big kitchen? Ohh Buck, it'll be really nice to have a huuuge kitchen and try so many recipes freely, with so much space to work on." You said dreamily while standing on your elbows to watch Bucky. He turned his gaze from the ceiling to you with a smile in his face.

You were in his room daydreaming about your future life. You're laying next to him being excited about your plans. He laughed and pulled you out of your thoughts. "What? Why are you laughing?" You smiled at him.

"I'm just thinking that if Sam watched us cook with aprons. We wouldn't hear the end of it." He laughed.

"Oh my god, you're soooo right. He'll tease us 'till the day we die." You both laughed again and you suddenly stopped and gasped.

"OH MY GOD, SAM!"

"What about him?" He questioned, confusion covering his face.

"We need to tell him that we want to leave." His smile left his face and his eyes dropped to his hands. Even though the two boys were always fighting, they were the closest and best friends. Bucky didn't know how Sam would take it.

"We need to talk to him." He finally said.

"What? Like, right now?"

"No I think he is already asleep. Tomorrow morning. The sooner the better!"

"Yeah, yeah, you're right." you sighed and curled to his side.

"He won't be very happy, will he?" You both returned your gaze to the ceiling a worried look on both of your faces.

"I don't know, doll. I don't know."

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The next morning you knocked on Bucky's door, still worry over your features. He opened slowly having the same emotions as you. "Ready?"

He softly sighed "as ready as I can be."

"We have to, Buck." You took his hand on yours and pulled him out of his room.

"I know, I know." He sighed again and you started walking towards the living room.

"Sam!" You shouted and he popped his head from the couch.

"Hello Cinnamon, hello Tinman. What's up?" You giggle at your nickname while Bucky glared at him. Sam liked to call you Cinnamon because you putted cinnamon everywhere, from aromatic candles to coffee dressing.

"We um...wanted to talk to you about something." You said hesitantly.

"Of course, what is it about?"

You moved further and sat down next to him and Bucky sat behind you, staying close to you. "Me and Bucky were thinking umm...we were umm...thinking..." You nervously said playing with your fingers not wanting to look into his eyes.

"Guys. You are worrying me, what's wrong." Sam said worry all over his face.

"No, no nothing is wrong...we just kinda thinking..." Bucky trailed off and then you took over.

"Me and Bucky were thinking about to retire and live a normal life." you stated with one breath closing your eyes and opening them to see a bit confused Sam.

"What do you mean?".

"Sam, we won't lie to you, we're both really tired of this Avenging life. And after our losses we are falling apart more and more. We appreciate all your and Wanda's help, but unfortunately is not enough. We are trying really hard to recover. But all this fighting is keeping us behind. Reminds us -and most certainly me- of the past. We can't keep living like this. We LOVE working with everyone here but it's not doing us any good. We would really, REALLY, appreciate it if you at least consider our retirement and talk things out with Fury."

You were staned by Bucky's words. You didn't expect him to take control of the conversation. And it was a really happy surprise.

"Wow, Buck. I forgot you could talk so much" Sam laughed. "Guys, I understand that your mental health is not stable and of course I noticed your struggle at your latest missions. I'll admit I was thinking to tell Fury give you some days off and retirement hit me like a truck." You both looked at his smiley face, when he turned his gaze behind you and you saw Wanda, who was coming slowly and was smiling too.

"I told Sam that you two needed some time off. But if you feel more comfortable with retirement we are both going to support you." she said while sitting next to Sam grabbing his hand into hers. "Also, let me tell you, I'm gonna help to convince Fury to give you what you want." She smirked, that knowing smirk which said yes, I'm going to manipulate him for you.

You were nearly in tears. You didn't believe that they accepted your decision so quickly and without hesitation. "You guys, you don't know how much this means to us." you teared up, standing to hug them both.

"Thank you so much. Both of you." Bucky said softly trying to keep himself from crying.

You pulled away and looked into their eyes. "When are we going go talk to Fury?"

"How about tomorrow?" Wanda questioned.

"Ok, tomorow then." Bucky said.

"Shall we go make some dinner? I'm starving!" Sam whined and you all laughed.

"Let's go" Wanda laughed and dragged you all to the kitchen.

After two burned steaks, 1 burned apple pie and somehow a burned salad from the boys, who wanted to show off to you, you and Wanda took over.

The dinner was so peaceful. So beautiful. They were your family and you really loved them. So much.

"Oh, guys, have you decided were are you going to live?" Wanda asked at some point.

"Y/N told me about her grand-grand mother's mansion in Magnolia Springs. She said that it's very big for two people, but it'll be big enough to build spare rooms and rooms for us to spend our time. I haven't saw it yet, but I trust her."

"Wait. Did you just say 'build'?" Sam said confused.

"Yeah well I thought it'll be nice to create a home with our hands." You answered.

"It sounds really sweet, but what about the money?" Wanda asked.

"Stark left to much money, for us to use. So we think its the best way to use them." Bucky said.

"Yeah, Tony left a lot money to everyone and I still don't know why." You giggled.

"He's dead and he still makes us happy."

You all smiled at that and fell into silence. Memories from Tony making you all smile. Bucky smiled on the stories you all said about him. His smile fell from his face. He wanted to say he is sorry. For his parents for the mess he created between Tony and Steve. Oh, how much he wanted to apologize.

"Um, I'm finished does anyone want desert?" Bucky asked after a while. You all raised your heads and looked at him.

"Yeah, I do. I'm coming to help you." Sam said and they both left for the kitchen.

"Are you sure?" Wanda asked a minute after the guys left.

"For our decision?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, yes I am. Bucky is an amazing guy and he is in the same boat with me. If we start over together it will be just a little bit easier."

"But sharing a home is a lot more than a start over, you know that."

"Wand me and Bucky are friends and we can do this. This will just be an adventure for us. We'll have fun, building our own house. Living a new life. Sure it'll be sometimes a little difficult, but we'll do this."

"I'm happy for both of you. I believe in you. And me and Sam will help you with what ever you need." She reached for your hand and held it.

"Thank you Wanda."You smiled at her. A smile which turned onto a smirk after a moment "oh and since you mentioned it. What's going on with you and Sammy?"

She left your hand and blushed like crazy. "Nothing, we're just friends"

"Yeah, yeah I believed you now Wands" you laughed.

"Shut up" A crimson color took over her cheeks and you laughed again.

-Meanwhile in the kitchen-

"Bucky, are you sure you wanna do this?"

"Yes, Sam, I'm 100% sure." Bucky sighed, cutting a big slice of cake for you.

"I mean you two don't know each other so long, to start a life together." Sam said with a concern voice. Bucky dropped slowly the knife and his head. But he immediately looked at him again.

"Sam, I trust her. She's been there for me in ways I couldn't even imagine. She never gives me an apologetic smile or looks at me with pity eyes. She is comforting in her own way, and she helps me when I need it even when I don't ask. I don't say that you or Wanda don't help me, it's just...she is...She's different and I like it. She makes me feel good."

"If she makes you happy, of course I won't get in the way. I just want to make sure that you're ok with that decision. I want the best for you bud." Sam admitted softly patting Bucky's shoulder. Bucky turned and hugged him tightly, not letting Sam breath for a bit.

"Ok, ok I need to breath now please." Bucky let him go and they both laughed.

"Ohh, bird brain I didn't ask you before." Bucky smirked without looking at him.

"What's it this time Tinman?" Sam rolled his eyes and said with an annoying voice.

"What's going on with you and Wanda?"

Sam choked on air while Bucky hit his back, still smirking.

"Nothing's happening."

"Yeah, yeah sure bird brain."

"Fuck off, asshat"

"Idiot."

"Let's go the girls are waiting."

They came after a while with four plates of chocolate cake. Your and Wanda's favorite.

"Here you are ladies." Sam excitedly said.

"Thank you boys" you smiled at both of them and continued your lovely night.

The dinner was over and you all were at your rooms waiting for sleep to take you. When a soft knock at your door, caught your attention.

Bucky opened further the door and whispered, "Doll, are you asleep?".

"No Buck, come in." He closed the door behind him and took small steps towards your bed.

"Hey" he waved at you.

"Hi" you chuckled.

"Can I please stay with you tonight?"

"Of course you can Buck." You pushed your covers and he laid beside, pulling up the blanket.

"Doll, am I the only nervous for tomorrow?"

"No, not really. I think I'm a bit nervous too. I mean we are going to tell Nick Fury that his last two super soldiers are going to retire and they're going to live like two farmers but yeah, no I'm not THAT nervous about that." You joked and he let a heartful belly laugh, that made your stomach feel weird, in a really good way.

"Yeah, way so nervous? It's so normal!" He laughed again and you followed.

"Seriously now Buck, Fury won't be happy. I'm slightly afraid that he'll refuse to retire us."

"Honestly, doll? I don't know what will happen tomorrow. Part of me hopes for the best but another part is just pessimistic."

"What will we do if he says no?"

"We'll see." he sighed.

"Ok" you said a lil' disappointed.

You curled closer to him and moved your gaze from the ceiling to his face. He found your eyes and spoke again softly, not wanting to disturb the peaceful silence, "come here, I don't mind." he smiled.

You pressed your body on his and wrapped your hands around him. He hugged you too and put a soft kiss on your head.

God only knew how much you both loved to be on each others embrace.

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When morning came, the nervousness came along with it. All your mind was thinking about rejection and Fury. You almost cried when the time for the meeting arrived.

Bucky came to your room to take you and went together, sharing some of the anxiety.

Before he opened the door, Bucky hugged you tightly and you hugged him back the same. You breathed and opened the door.

You greeted Fury and moved to sit down, next to each other, not wanting to let go the others side.

"Mr.Wilson informed me about your thoughts and decisions and of course the state of your mental health, and I have to say I'm surprised that you want to do such a thing together."

You looked at each other with a smile at your faces and a giving an actual loving gaze, and turned to Fury again and said and awkward yeah.

"So, where did that came from?" He said and confused you.

"What do you mean, sir?" Bucky said.

"Where that idea came from? How did you think such a thing? What brought you to that decision?"

"We just had a conversation together, after a tough night and we realized we can't do it any more."

"We want a new life. Bucky is really tired fighting and holding a gun on his hands and I'm really tired fighting too. But we don't have a problem helping whenever it's needed."

"We have a lot to discuss." Fury said with a frown.

After 2 hours and a lot convincing Fury agreed. He said that he will first check the house, the neighborhood, the neighbors' past, just to be sure. He said that he'll put Friday and a security system in the whole house. You hadn't disagreed of course. He also said that you'll get paid for whatever job you do for him, you'll still be his employees no matter where you live or what you do.

You didn't really care what jobs he'll give you eventually, you just wanted to live as far from this life as you could.

When you signed the papers, Fury dropped his serious face and said "I'm really proud of both of you" and left.

You turned and looked at Bucky, who just smiled. You smiled back at him and left, to start making plans for your new house.

[rogue-durin-16]

THE KEEPER (Part II/II)

Summary: When a mysterious person threatens the heir's life, the service of a personal guard is required to keep him safe until the foe is found. Fíli, who doesn't take the matter very seriously, only sees it as an chance to spend more time with certain knight.

Pairing: Fíli x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

Tags:

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: weapons, injuries, death

A/N: idk man I'm kind of a mess with my studies rn so thank you for your patience. Also I just started a new art account and it'll be great to get some support (wise.artwork on ig) This part took a dark turn I'm sorry babes, enjoy nonetheless<3

Part I

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

"Taking care of you is a nightmare" Y/n grumbled as we strolled into Dale's market.

I shrugged, thanking very much being out of Erebor with her. "Could be worse."

"Oh really?"

"It could be Kíli instead of me."

"Oh Mahal" she snorted, shaking her head, "I would have never volunteered for that."

"Wait—" I turned to her with a mix of confusion, shock and excitement in my gaze "you volunteered?"

She snorted. "How did you think this happened?"

"Because I might have chosen you." I responded seemingly distracted by a piece of clothing on display.

"Why would you do that?" She inquired, extending her arm to move someone rather suspicious out of my way.

"I wanted to spend more time with the most beautiful knight in the guard." I half-confessed, stopping by a dresses' stall.

"Making her life impossible?"

"Making sure she has fun." I went over the silky gowns tracing them with my fingertips. "Do you like any?"

"Fíli," she grasped my bicep and jerked me back to look at her, her eyes piercing my soul. "someone is trying to kill you, I am certainly not having fun."

"Loosen up, we are safe here." My attention came back to the dresses. "This one would look tremendous on you." I continued, picking up a iridescent green gown for her to see.

It was received with a tired sigh. "do you realize it is not true? We are not safe outside the Mountain where—"

"That's exactly why we are safe— how much is this?" I asked, ignoring Y/n's exasperated huff. "Everyone knows I am not allowed outside." I grabbed a few coins from one of my pockets and handed them to the tradesperson in exchange of the dress.

"That's why you will get me in trouble." She pointed out, following my lead when I resumed our walk, now with the dress. "If the king finds out we are here he will end me."

"Y/n," I stepped on her way, walking backwards so I could look at her whilst moving. "Do you really think I would let my uncle punish you for my actions?"

"You're my responsibility." She circled me with intent eyes. "It's on me if something happens to you." Looking at her y/e/c eyes, I then started to get a guilty feeling. Y/n was right, no matter how many times I would tell Thorin this was not her fault, she would be the one to blame. "Why that face?"

"I no longer feel like staying out of Erebor." I held her hand and guided her down the slopes that comformed the City of Dale, in the direction of the entrance.

"Such an impromptu change of mind." She teased, "You're tired already?"

"Yes, very much." I contributed to the obviously wrong statement. "I think we should go back to bed and cuddle a bit more, huh?"

She snorted. "Don't push your luck."

"C'mon, I'm obeying," I whined as we were about to exit the city. "Indulge me?"

"I indulged you last night."

"Then indulge yourself." She stopped dead in her trucks, refraining me from walking in the process since we were still holding hands.

Here eyes were screaming at me, but her lips did not part, at least not immediately; and when they did, she just said, "no."

"Y/n—"

"We talked about this." "I can't—"

"Why not?"

"Because! you're a prince and I'm a guard."

"First of all you're a captain of the royal guard," she rolled her eyes at me "second of all, Kíli and Tauriel—"

"The sole reason for your uncle to consent that was that Kíli is a second prince," my eyes dodged hers. "you're his heir."

"I don't care."

"Well you should! You should care about a lot of things that, despite your lack of interest, are important!" We were now attracting attention that we certainly did not need; that brought Y/n composure back. "Let's go home and pray for this not to reach your uncle's ears."

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright, let's just go." My eyes lingered on our interlaced fingers; Y/n squeezed my hand and I looked up to see her bittersweet smile, which I ended up mirroring.

All from sudden, Y/n's orbs screamed panic.

Before I could put myself on guard, she tugged me back and stepped in front of me, taking her hand to her sword and giving me enough time to get my blade out.

In a swift movement I slayed the person that had attempted to kill me, triggering gasps and squeals from the people around us. It took me a hot second to realize that Y/n's digits were digging on my arm.

"Y/n?" Confusion was soon followed by terror when the only response I obtained was a ragged breath. "Y/n!" My voice shifted to a desperate cry when her legs gave in and we both fell on our knees.

READER'S P. O. V.

"T-tell me you got them." I felt his hands frantically wander over my torso to find the wound; it was impossible for him to see it without moving me, since I felt my body basically collapsing against his. "I-If I die— Fíli..." I love you, I wanted to say. My fingers gripped the collar of his shirt for dear life until I had no strength to do it.

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My abdomen hurt madly when I recovered my conscience, but it was good, I was alive.

I however struggled to find the will to take a peek at my surroundings. My eyes briefly opened and I saw Fíli sat besides me, holding my hand in both of his, his lips pressed against my knuckles whilst muttering some unintelligible words.

Before I could call his name, my eyelids began to feel too heavy to keep them parted, and before I knew it, I was asleep again.

When I woke up again, I was told I had remained in Dale, at Bard's home; I was informed that the foe had been slayed, and the threat's case solved.

The only thing I wished to do was talk to Fíli, but the prince was nowhere to be found.

After approximately a week of rest in the humans' metropoli, I was taken to Erebor.

Once there I looked for the blond-haired dwarf again, but the only thing I could find was the dress Fíli had bought for me, resting neatly folded on top of my bed.

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I had been endeavouring to stay distracted or busy at all times in order to stop my mind from musing on the older prince.

To either our luck or our dismay, we found each other in one of the vast halls of the mountain, walking in opposite directions.

His eyes were first of surprise, then of panic, and lastly, of pain.

I could almost feel his desperate need to turn around and run back to where he had come from, but he probably realized that wouldn't spare him from this.

"You can walk." He awkwardly observed. "Are you recovered?"

"Not entirely," I decided to keep up with the small chat since I couldn't find the words to express what I wanted. "I can't reincorporate to the guard yet."

He nodded. "I figured." His eyes flickered to mines for a second before fixing on the ground. "I should go—"

"Why are you avoiding me?" My question was loud and clear; before he could come up with something, I spoke again. "What happened was not your fault, Fíli." He shook his head no. "I understand that you feel guilty, but you have no reason to do so. My duty was to protect you and I did."

"I..." With a deep breath, he found the strength to reply. "I cannot tell you how sorry I am." He finally looked at me, and I soon picked up on his welled eyes. "had I only listened to you..." I nervously shifted my weight from one foot to another. "I tried visiting you but I just— I couldn't look at you without—" his voice cracked, making me feel a pang on my chest.

Surprising us both, I strode across the hall and enclosed him in my arms, which he eagerly accepted. "Please do not avoid me." I whispered on his ear. "I can't stand it."

There was a moment of silence before he gathered the courage to ask what he had wanted to ask since I first opened my eyes.

"Did you mean it?" My confusion was visible when he pulled apart to look at my eyes, trying to hold himself together. "That... That you love me. Did you mean it?" My face burned as if I was mad red, but it was quite the opposite. "You look livid." He was quick to guide me to a stone bench near us.

"No, I'm-" he sat me down and kneeled in front of me "I'm fine." My head was spinning. I had actually said that out loud. "Fíli, listen," I took a deep breath. "I thought I was going to die I-"

"I am asking you" it dawned on me that his hands were grasping mine as if I would slip away if he didn't do so, "if you meant it. Did you?"

"It doesn't matter."

"I love you." His statement was so clear, so overwhelming, that my eyes started to water. "And you're wrong, I acknowledge the importance of my duties; despite my words I know what I owe to this kingdom, but my mother taught me that my heart comes first." I tried blinking the tears away, "That means that my love for you comes first. So when I tell you— Y/n look at me—" he propped himself slightly to meet my gaze again. "That being the heir is not an obstacle for us, believe me, for it is not."

He awaited for my answer wearing his heart his sleeve, but I felt like I would break down to tears if I attempted to articulate one single word, so instead of giving him a reply, I leaned down and kiss him passionately.

He tugged me down with him and embraced me, returning the kiss with the same enthusiasm I had put on it.

"Had I known this is all it took to gain your favour," he teased with a grin, pulling away just enough for us to breath.

"You wouldn't have been hiding from me like a coward?" I finished with my forehead resting against his.

"Probably." He confirmed, leaning on to resume the kiss he had stopped.