#let me spread the word of monika

[ivelaster]

i love worshipping fake women it’s just as spiritually fulfilling as worshipping a fake guy

[03jyh23]

✋🏻⌇touch part one┆choi san

│part of goes to waste the series based on my favourite keshi songs

│listen here

non-idol!san x fem!reader

│synopsis: you and san had always been the best of friends, but a single kiss changed everything.

│genre: friends to lovers, smut with a plot

│trigger warnings: strong language, emotional manipulation, infidelity (not between san and the reader), alcohol consumption, explicit sexual content (consensual and unprotected sex, thick san, handjob, mentions of cum, sofa sex)

│words: 6.3 k

│reminder: what you’re about to read is purely fiction, so let’s keep it separate from reality.

!minors do not interact!

— hi there my lovely people! another part of goes to waste is here! i hope you guys will like it! touch is not as heavy as the previous parts of this series, so i decided to post it now, feeling that perhaps you guys need a break from the heavy angst. as always i hope you guys will enjoy reading!

love, monika ♡

│taglist: @skittyneos │@kyeos4ng │ @vcutparis │@hoeforalbedo

As soon as your San picked up his phone, you felt a wave of relief wash over you, even though your heart was heavy. "Can you come pick me up from Juyeon's?" you asked, your voice coming out weakly as you wiped your nose. It had been a rough night, and the sound of San's breathing on the other end of the line provided a small comfort. 

"What happened this time?" San asked, his tone a mix of concern and weariness. It wasn't the first time you'd called him crying, and you could sense the worry in his voice. You hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words to explain the mess you found yourself in, yet again. 

Tears welled up in your eyes as you began to speak, your voice trembling. "It's just... everything's a mess, San. I can't do this anymore. I need to get out of here." 

You could hear him sigh on the other end, the sound of keys jingling as he likely grabbed them to head out the door. "Hang tight, Y/N. I'll be there soon," he reassured you, his voice steady and comforting. You nodded, even though he couldn't see you, feeling a small glimmer of hope knowing that San was on his way. You wiped away another tear, grateful that at least one person in your life could be counted on to be there when you needed them the most. 

You were waiting for San at the park in front of your boyfriend's house. The evening was cold and windy, and you were only wearing a short dress. The thin fabric did little to protect you from the biting chill, and you hugged yourself tightly, trying to preserve what little warmth you had. Minutes felt like hours as you anxiously glanced around, hoping to see San's car. Each gust of wind seemed to penetrate deeper, making you shiver uncontrollably. Fifteen minutes, which felt like forever, passed before you finally saw the familiar headlights of San's car pulling up to the curb. Relief washed over you as you quickly made your way to the passenger seat, slipping inside with a sigh. 

San smiled weakly at you; his brows furrowed in worry. He immediately noticed your discomfort and reached into the back seat, pulling out one of his big hoodies and a pair of sneakers. "Here you go," he said softly, handing them to you. 

You looked at him, surprised. "Shoes?" 

"Y/N, I knew you were wearing those damn heels again, and I wasn't wrong," he replied, his tone a mix of concern and gentle admonishment. "Your feet must be tired, so just put the socks on, shoes on, and don't yammer." 

His words were firm but caring, and you felt a wave of gratitude wash over you. You took the hoodie and sneakers, slipping the warm, oversized garment over your head. It smelled like San—comforting and familiar. As you put on the socks and sneakers, you felt a warmth spreading from your feet, a stark contrast to the cold you had been enduring. 

San watched you closely, his eyes filled with a mix of worry and relief. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper. 

You nodded, unable to find the words to express how much his simple act of kindness meant to you. Tears welled up in your eyes, but this time they were tears of gratitude. "Thank you, San," you whispered, your voice trembling. 

"McDonald’s?" San asked while gently massaging your thighs, trying to warm you up a bit. The warmth of his hands was comforting, and it helped to ease the tension that had been building up inside you all evening. 

You nodded, a small smile forming on your lips at the thought. "Yeah, that sounds good," you replied, your voice soft but grateful. "I could use something to eat." 

"Alright, let's get you something to eat and then we can talk about everything, okay?" he said, and you nodded softly, your head resting over the cold window. San started the car, the engine's hum providing a comforting background noise as he drove toward the nearest McDonald's. 

As you sat there, wrapped in his hoodie, and feeling the warmth from the car's heater, you could not help but feel a sense of gratitude for San. The night had been rough but knowing that he was by your side made it a little easier to bear. 

When you arrived at McDonald's, San ordered your favorite meal deal without even needing to ask. He knew you so well, and that simple gesture brought a tear to your eye. As you sat in the car, eating, you felt a sense of normalcy return, even if just for a little while. 

"Thanks," you said again, your voice filled with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you." 

San smiled, reaching over to squeeze your hand gently. "You'll never have to find out," he replied softly. "I'm always here for you, no matter what." 

You watched the road, finding comfort in the passing city lights and watching the clouds on the horizon. The rhythmic motion of the car and the changing scenery outside the window provided a soothing backdrop to your thoughts. The radio was playing softly in the background, filling the car with a gentle melody. San was humming along to one of the songs, his voice low and melodic. It was a sound that felt like home, wrapping around you. As the car sped along the street, you glanced over at your best friend. His hands were steady on the wheel, his eyes focused on the road ahead. The soft glow of the dashboard lights cast a gentle light on his face, highlighting his strong jawline and the curve of his lips. 

"Yours or mine?" San asked, pulling you out of your thoughts, as he got closer to the crossroad, his eyes briefly flicking from the road to meet yours. You didn’t even hesitate. The thought of going back to your place felt daunting, when going to San's place meant warmth and familiarity. 

"Yours," you replied after a brief pause, "And let's grab a bottle of wine on our way?" you asked, a small smile forming on your lips. 

San chuckled softly, nodding. "Sounds like a plan," he agreed, his voice warm and reassuring. 

A few minutes went by till San finally parked in front of his apartment complex. He turned off the engine, left the car and quickly jogged to open your door for you. As he reached for the handle, you could see the concern etched on his face. He offered his hand, helping you hop off his car with a gentle smile. The warmth of his touch was a stark contrast to the chilly night. You smiled at him and nodded your head, grateful for his presence and the comfort he provided. 

In comforting silence, you both made your way to the off license nearby. San led the way through the narrow alleys, his eyes scanning the shelves before settling on a bottle of wine. He picked it up and turned to you with a questioning look, and you nodded in approval. 

"Make it two?" you suggested shyly 

San's eyes widened in surprise, clearly taken aback by your request. "Was it that bad?" he asked, concern lacing his words as he reached for another bottle. 

You nodded solemnly, feeling the weight of the night's events pressing down on you. "You don't want to know," you replied, your voice tinged with exhaustion and a hint of sadness. San paused for a moment, studying your face. The seriousness in your eyes made him reach out for a third bottle without hesitation. The sight of him grabbing the extra bottle brought a small, grateful chuckle to your lips. 

"Three bottles it is," he said, trying to lighten the mood. His attempt at humor was a small gesture, but it made you feel a little better, knowing that he was willing to go the extra mile to make you feel comfortable. San paid for the wine, and as you both left the store, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for him. With the bottles of wine in tow, you headed back to his apartment. 

San let you inside, his apartment instantly enveloping you in its warmth. "You can shower first," he suggested softly, putting the wine bottles in the fridge, "I'll leave you some clothes on the bed. How does that sound?" 

You nodded, feeling a wave of relief. "That sounds perfect," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. San's caring nature was exactly what you needed at that moment. 

"After the last time you stayed, I decided to get a few things for you," San began, his voice soft and caring. He went to his bedroom gesturing for you to follow him, you leaned against the door frame to watch him as he rummaged through his wardrobe. "I bought a toothbrush for you and some fancy shower gel that I thought you might like. I also picked up a few types of shampoo and conditioners since I wasn't sure which one you prefer." He paused for a moment, turning to look at you with a gentle smile. "If you need tampons, they're in the cabinet under the sink," he added, his tone thoughtful. "But I think you don't need them yet?" You nodded as you laughed softly at the way San looked at you knowingly, one of his eyebrows furrowed playfully. As he continued to search for a towel, his hands moved deftly through the organized shelves. San's attention to detail and his thoughtful gestures made you feel incredibly cared for. It was clear that he had gone out of his way to make you feel comfortable and at home. After a few moments, he finally found a soft, fluffy towel and handed it to you with a reassuring smile. "Here you go," he said, his voice warm and comforting. "Take your time in the shower. I'll be here if you need anything." You looked into his eyes and couldn't help but start crying. The way he cared for you, how softly he spoke to you—it was overwhelming. Tears streamed down your face as you realized just how much his kindness and understanding meant to you. At that moment, all the emotions you had been holding back came rushing to the surface. You felt a mixture of gratitude, relief, and sorrow. Gratitude for his unwavering support, relief that you didn't have to face everything alone, and sorrow for the situation that had brought you to this point.  

San's eyes softened as he noticed your tears, and he gently took you in his arms. His touch was warm and reassuring, anchoring you to the present. "Hey, it's okay," he whispered, his voice like a soothing balm. "Let it all out." His words gave you the permission you needed to release the pent-up emotions. You sobbed quietly, leaning into his comforting presence. San didn't rush you or try to stop your tears; he simply held your hand, offering silent support. 

As the minutes passed, your sobs began to subside, replaced by a sense of catharsis. You looked up at San, your eyes red and puffy, but filled with gratitude. "Thank you," you managed to whisper, your voice trembling. "I don't know what I'd do without you." 

San smiled softly, his eyes never leaving yours, he tugged your hair behind your ear "I'm always here for you, no matter what." With a final, comforting squeeze, San released you and nodded towards the bathroom. "Go take that shower," he said gently. "I'll be here when you're done." You nodded, taking the towel and heading towards the bathroom, feeling a little lighter after you let your emotions out. "I will leave some clothes for you on my bed, so you don't have to worry about anything else." 

As you closed the bathroom door behind you, you took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the night slowly begin to lift. You took a long, hot shower, letting the warm water wash away the grime and stress of the day. After what felt like an eternity, you finally stepped out, wrapping yourself in the soft towel San had given you. You made your way to the bedroom, feeling a sense of calm. On the bed, you found one of San's hoodies, just as he had promised, and a pair of boxers. You picked them up in confusion, "Sannie, the boxers?" you shouted in the direction of the living room, where San was preparing his sofa with blankets and cushions. 

"New ones! I swear I never put them on!" San shouted back, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. You couldn't help but smile at his response, feeling a sense of normalcy returning. With a sigh of relief, you put on what San prepared. Wrapping the hoodie tighter around you, you made your way to the living room, where San was waiting with a comforting smile and a spread of snacks, ready to offer you whatever you needed. He offered you a glass of wine, gesturing for you to sit down on the sofa beside him. The warmth of the room and the soft glow of the lights created a cozy atmosphere. 

"Do you want to talk? Or are we just drinking wine?" San asked softly as you sat down next to you on the sofa. You looked at him, your eyes filled with a mixture of emotions. Without saying a word, you hugged his arm tightly, needing to feel him closer. San understood your need for comfort and didn't press for an answer. Instead, he gently rested his head against yours, as you both sipped your wine in the comforting silence. 

"So, I was waiting for Juyeon in front of the restaurant, and he didn't show up for an hour. I stood there, feeling more and more frustrated. He didn’t pick up his phone, didn’t answer the texts I sent." You paused, taking a sip of your wine to steady your emotions. San nodded; his eyes filled with concern as he listened intently. "I decided to walk to his place, as I didn't want to spend money on Uber. It was a long walk, but a girl got to save up money." You let out a small, bitter laugh, shaking your head at the absurdity of the situation. San's grip on his wine glass tightened, and you could see the anger building in his eyes on your behalf. "When I finally got there, his roommate opened the door and told me he had gone out with the boys earlier this afternoon and he wasn't back yet." Your voice cracked slightly, and you took another sip of wine to mask the hurt. San's jaw clenched, and you could feel how his muscles tightened. You took a deep breath as you tightened your grip on your wine glass. "I couldn't believe it. He had completely forgotten about our plans and didn't even bother to let me know. I felt so humiliated and angry." You took another sip of wine, your anger now mixed with a deep sense of hurt. "I waited outside his apartament, hoping he would be back but after another hour of waiting I finally gave up and called you. I didn't know what else to do. I just needed to get away from there." 

"Son of a bitch," San seethed, his voice dripping with anger as he downed his glass in one swift motion. He refilled it at once, the sound of the wine pouring into the glass punctuating the tense silence. His jaw was clenched tightly, and you could see the muscles in his neck tense as he tried to hold his frustration. "I can't believe he would treat you like this. You deserve so much better, Y/N." San's eyes met yours, filled with a fierce determination. "I swear, if I ever see him..." He took another long sip of his wine, his anger still clear but tempered by his concern for you. "You don't have to put up with this. Not now, not ever." San looked at you with a mixture of anger and tenderness. "You deserve all the best, Y/N," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "You deserve someone who will never forget about you, someone who will always be there for you. You deserve to be loved fully and completely, without any doubts or second thoughts. You deserve someone who sees you for the incredible person you are and cherishes every moment with you." 

San’s words hit you deeply, resonating with the part of you that had been yearning for this kind of affirmation. You felt a surge of emotions, a mix of gratitude, relief, and something deeper that you hadn't fully acknowledged until now. Before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in and kissed him. The kiss was soft and tentative at first, a gentle exploration of feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface. But it quickly deepened as you both poured all your emotions into it, the unspoken words, the shared history, and the undeniable connection. San's hand cupped your cheek, his thumb gently brushing away a tear you hadn't realized had fallen. His touch was tender, and it made your heart ache with a mix of longing and hope. 

When you finally pulled away, you looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt. Instead, you found a reflection of your own emotions—intense, raw, and real. Your voice trembled as you whispered, "It's wrong..." 

San rested his forehead against yours. "But it feels so right," he murmured, his breath warm against your lips. His eyes locked onto yours, filled with an intensity that took your breath away. "I've always been here for you, Y/N, and I always will be." His words made your heart flutter, and you knew in that moment that something had shifted between you two. 

You closed your eyes, feeling the weight of his words and the comfort of his presence. In that moment, everything else seemed to fade away—the hurt, the betrayal, the uncertainty. All that mattered was the connection you felt with San. He cupped your cheeks, pulling you in closer and kissing you deeply. You melted into him, losing yourself in the warmth and intensity of the moment. His tongue explored your mouth, each movement sending shivers down your spine. The kiss became increasingly passionate, messy, and urgent, as if all the emotions you had been holding back were finally being released. You felt a desperate need for him, a longing that grew stronger with each passing second. His hands roamed down to your waist, pulling you even closer, and you responded by wrapping your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. San's touch was electrifying, the intensity of the kiss left you breathless, but you didn't want it to end. San's hands moved to your waist, lifting you effortlessly and guiding you onto his lap. As your hands tangled in his hair, you both knew that this was a turning point. 

"We shouldn't be doing this," you whispered, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. 

"I know," San replied, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race and your mind whirl with a thousand unspoken words and unexpressed fears. 

You pressed your forehead against his, your breaths mingling, creating a shared rhythm of panting. "This is crazy," you whispered, your voice trembling with the gravity of the moment. "But I can't stop." 

San's eyes bore into yours, filled with the same mix of emotions that swirled within you—fear, desire, confusion, and an undeniable pull toward each other. "Maybe we don't need to," he replied, his voice low and husky. "As long as you want this?" San asked, his voice filled with a mixture of hope, vulnerability, and an almost desperate yearning for affirmation. 

"I do," you whispered, your voice steady, "I want this. I want you, San." 

Without another word, San captured your lips once more, the kiss deepening with each passing second. San's lips moved from your mouth to your neck, trailing a path of soft kisses and gentle nips that sent shivers down your spine. His hands roamed over your back, pulling you even closer as if he couldn't bear to have any space between you. San's hands found the hem of your hoodie, and he slowly began to lift it, his fingers brushing against your skin, sending electric tingles through your body. You raised your arms to help him, and he quickly discarded the hoodie, leaving you bare for him to see. He took in sight of you, and he leaned into place a tender kiss on your collarbone. 

You reached for the hem of his shirt, eager to feel his skin against yours. He helped you pull it over his head, revealing his toned chest and stomach muscles. You ran your hands over them, feeling the heat and strength beneath your fingertips. You leaned in to press a kiss to his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath. "I can't believe you hid all of this behind these useless clothes," you said, your hands roaming over his muscles. "You're so fucking hot." 

San's breath hitched at your words, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "I was waiting for the right moment to show you." His voice was low and husky, sending shivers down your spine. 

You felt a surge of excitement at his words, your heart pounding in your chest. Your fingers traced the contours of his chest, "Well, I'm glad you finally did," you replied, your voice trembling with anticipation. "Because you look fucking incredible." You couldn't get enough of him, the feel of his body against yours, the taste of his lips, the heat of his touch. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and you never wanted it to end. You reached for the waistband of his pants, your fingers trembling with anticipation. San's hands covered yours, helping you undo the button and zipper, and he quickly kicked off his pants, leaving him in only his boxers. The sight of him so vulnerable and exposed filled you with a sense of awe and desire. 

San's hands slid down your sides, finding the waistband of his boxers that you’ve been wearing, and he gently tugged them down. You reached out to him, your fingers brushing against his cheek, and he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. "Are you sure about this?" he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of longing and concern. "We don't have to do anything you don’t want to." 

"Boxers off, San," you whisper into his ear, your voice trembling. San's breath hitched at your words; his eyes full of lust as he looked deeply into yours. He reaches down, his hands brushing against your skin as he slowly slides his boxers off, revealing himself to you completely. San was big and thick, and so fucking pretty. His cock stood proudly, the veins running along its length making it look even more mouth-watering. He was for sure the thickest you've ever seen, the head flushed a deep, enticing shade of red, glistening with precum. You couldn't help but bite your lip at the sight, your own arousal intensifying. You leaned in, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, your hands wandering over his chest and down to his length. San let out a low groan as your fingers wrapped around him, the sound sending a thrill through your body. You began to stroke him slowly, he arched his back, his breath quivering, as your touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. You could feel him getting harder in your palm, his eyes fluttered shut. Your hand moved with a steady rhythm, eliciting more sounds of pleasure from him. San's hands gripped the edge of the sofa, his knuckles turning white as he tried to steady himself. His breathing grew heavier, each exhalation laden with raw desire. He opened his eyes to look at you, his gaze filled with a mixture of lust and adoration. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice strained, "You have no idea what you do to me." You felt a surge of confidence at his words, leaning in closer, you pressed a series of soft kisses along his jawline, trailing down to his neck. As you continued to stroke him, you could feel his muscles tensing beneath your touch, his body responding to every movement. 

"I want to make you feel good," you murmured against his skin, your breath hot and teasing. San's response was a low whimper, his hands moving to your hips. The intensity between you was almost overwhelming, but in the best possible way. 

As your hand continued its steady rhythm, San's breathing grew more ragged, "Y/N," he moaned, his voice thick with need, "I need you." The raw honesty in his words sent a shiver down your spine, and you knew that this was a moment you would never forget. 

You looked into his eyes, your own filled with the same need and longing. "Then take me," you whispered, your voice steady and sure. San's eyes flashed with a mixture of surprise and desire, and without another word, he pulled you into a searing kiss, his hands moving with a newfound urgency. You put your hand gently around his base. Then, you lifted yourself from him and guided his length into you, taking him inch by inch slowly. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain as you felt him fill you completely. Your breaths mingled in the quiet room, San's hands gripped your hips, steadying you. As you took him deeper, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan, the feeling of him stretching you, filling you, was intense. San's eyes never left yours, he held you close, his hands moving gently over your skin, soothing and igniting you all at once. You moved slowly at first, savoring each moment, each sensation. The way he fit perfectly inside you, the way your bodies seemed to meld together, felt like the culmination of something long-awaited and deeply needed. San's hands wandered up your back, pulling you closer until your foreheads touched. You began to move more confidently, finding a rhythm that made both of you gasp in pleasure. In no time, San's hips began to meet yours, thrusting into you. It was quick, his thrusts relentless and brutal as he fucked into you. San's grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he drove deeper and harder into you. 

"Sa-San, fuc-" Your words were cut off by a sharp gasp as San's thrusts became more intense. The pleasure was overwhelming, you clung to him tightly, your nails digging into his shoulders as your body responded to his every touch. San's arm held you tight as he, in one swift motion, laid you down on the couch. He was towering above you now, the new angle of his dick hitting deep inside you made your eyes roll back. You could feel every inch of him, the intensity of the sensation making you clench around his length. Your hands found their way to his back, fingers digging into his skin. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with the same intensity as his movements. The rhythm of his thrusts grew more urgent, each one hitting deeper, sending shivers down your spine. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer, needing to feel every part of him. 

"San," you gasped, your voice trembling with need, "Ngh-n-not enough…" San shifted slightly, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside you, his movements becoming even more intense. The sensation was overwhelming, and you cried out in pleasure, your body arching beneath him. He reached down between you to rub at your clit, the bundle of nerves growing more sensitive. The sensation sent ripples of pleasure through your body, intensifying with each movement. San's thrusts grew more urgent, each one hitting deeper, causing you to cry out in ecstasy. 

"San, I—I'm close," you gasped, your muscles tightened, and a wave of pure pleasure washed over you. You cried out his name as you came, your body trembling beneath him. As you rode out your climax, San's movements became even more frantic. His thrusts grew erratic, and you could feel him throbbing, on the edge of his own release. 

"N-need to cum...," San whimpered, his breath ragged. "Whe-where?" 

Your breath hitched, your mind racing despite the haze of pleasure. "Inside," you moaned, your voice trembling from overstimulation. San's eyes widened in surprise, but the raw desire in them only intensified. With a final, guttural moan, San buried himself deep inside you, bottoming out, his body tensing. You felt the warmth of his cum fill you, his breath hot and heavy against your skin, both of you trembling in the aftermath. San gently pulled out his softening length out of you, and he collapsed on top of you, his head on your chest. For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of your ragged breaths, the intensity of the moment lingering between you. Your hand found its way to his hair, brushing through sweaty strands gently as you both were catching your breath. You started to giggle, and San looked up at you, surprised. 

"What's so funny?" he asked, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. 

You shook your head, trying to stifle your laughter. "Nothing, it's just... Can you believe we just had sex?" you asked, your voice filled with a mix of disbelief and joy. 

San chuckled softly, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Yeah, it's pretty unbelievable," he admitted, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck. "But you felt good, right?" 

You nodded, a contented smile spreading across your face. "More than good. It felt perfect," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity. 

San's eyes sparkled with happiness as he leaned in to kiss you gently. "I'm glad," he murmured against your lips. "We should get cleaned up and rest." 

You nodded, feeling a sense of peace and contentment. "Yeah, let's do that," you agreed, wrapping your arms around him for one last embrace before getting up. As you both headed to the bathroom, your fingers intertwined, you couldn't help but smile. 

You were woken up by your phone buzzing on the night table, San's arm loosely wrapped around your waist. The soft light of the day filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. You glanced at the phone, squinting at the bright screen, and saw multiple notifications flashing; messages, and missed calls, all from Juyeon. 

"Shit," you cursed under your breath as you managed to extricate yourself from San's hold. Carefully untangling yourself from his embrace, you sat up on the edge of the bed, trying not to disturb him. Your heart sank as the reality of the situation began to set in. In the soft morning light, you glanced back at San, who was still peacefully asleep, his face calm and content. The contrast between the warmth of his presence and the turmoil you felt inside was stark. Taking a deep breath, you stood up and quietly made your way to the bathroom, as you splashed water on your face, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions—confusion, guilt, but also a strange sense of clarity. You wiped your face with a towel and noticed that Juyeon was calling once again. You picked up, your heart pounding in your chest. "Hello?" you answered, your voice barely above a whisper. 

"Y/N, where are you?" Juyeon's voice was harsh, filled with anger. "I've been trying to reach you all night!" 

"Juyeon, I..." you began, your voice trembling. "I waited for you for hours. You didn't show up, and you didn't even bother to call or text." You felt a mix of anger and sadness welling up inside you. "I stood there, feeling humiliated. And then I walked all the way to your place, only to find out you were out with your friends." 

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Juyeon's voice came through, slightly softer this time, "You know how things get with the guys sometimes. Are you really going to be a bitch about it?" 

Your blood boiled at his dismissive tone. "A bitch about it?" you retorted, your voice rising with anger. "I deserved better than being stood up and ignored!" 

"It's your fault for not reminding me about the date! I would have shown up if you had reminded me!" Juyeon exclaimed, his voice defensive and accusatory. 

"Are you serious, Juyeon? It's not my job to remind you of our plans. You should care enough to remember them yourself." Your voice shook with a mix of anger and hurt. 

"Y/N, come on. You know how things get sometimes. I just lost track of time," he replied, his tone softer but still dismissive. "I'm going to come pick you up now, okay?" he continued, his voice trying to sound soothing but not masking the underlying tension. "I'll buy you breakfast, and we can order your favourite coffee. How does that sound? I'll make it up to you, princess." 

"Fine, come pick me up from San’s" you replied, your voice steady but resigned. As you hung up the phone, you felt a knot of guilt tightening in your stomach. You headed back to the bedroom; you sat down on the bed and San stirred slightly as you gently shook him awake.

His eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at you with a sleepy smile. "Morning," he mumbled, his voice groggy but warm. 

You forced a smile, your heart heavy with the weight of what you had to say. "Juyeon is coming to pick me up," you said softly, your voice tinged with regret. San's expression shifted, concern replacing the warmth in his eyes. 

"What do you mean he's coming?" San furrowed his brows, his voice filled with confusion and concern. 

You sighed, "He called, and he's coming to pick me up," you explained, your voice tinged with regret. 

San's expression darkened, his jaw clenching as he processed your words. "You're really going to see him after what he did?" he asked, his voice low and filled with barely held anger. 

You looked away, feeling the weight of his disappointment. "He's my boyfriend, San. I need to talk to him," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. 

San sat up, his eyes narrowing as he stared at you. "Your boyfriend?" he repeated, his tone dripping with bitterness. "After everything that happened, you're just going to go back to him? What about last night? What about us?" 

You felt a pang of guilt at his words, but you forced yourself to meet his gaze. "I... last night, I just needed to get my head off of things," you stammered, your words messy and filled with confusion. "I didn't know what I was doing, I just... I needed to escape, even if just for a moment." 

San's expression hardened, the disappointment in his eyes cutting deep. "So, I was just an escape for you?" he asked, his voice a mixture of hurt and anger. 

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. "No, it's not like that. You mean so much to me." 

San clenched his fists, taking a deep breath as he tried to keep his emotions in check. "Then what's it like?" San scoffed, his voice filled with a mixture of hurt and disbelief. 

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. "It's complicated. I care about you, I really do. But Juyeon... he's been a part of my life for so long. I can't just walk away." 

San's eyes softened slightly, but the tension in his posture remained. "And what about us? What about what we shared last night?" he asked, his voice quieter but still filled with emotion. 

You reached out to touch his hand, your fingers trembling. "Last night was real, San. Every moment of it." 

San closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. "I need to know where we stand, Y/N. Are you just going to forget about what happened between us?" 

You shook your head, tears threatening to spill. "I could never forget. But I need to figure out my feelings, and I need to talk to Juyeon. Please understand." 

San looked down, the pain in his eyes clear. "I understand," he said quietly, his voice tinged with resignation. "Just... don't forget that I'm here for you, no matter what." 

You nodded, your heart aching. "Thank you. I promise I'll figure this out." 

You gathered your things, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on you. As you moved around the room, San watched you silently, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions. You could feel his gaze on you, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet it. When you were finally ready, you turned to him, your heart heavy with regret. 

"I'll be in touch," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. 

San nodded; his expression unreadable. You gave him a small, sad smile before turning and walking out the door, the sound of it closing behind you echoing in the room. You made your way outside, the cool morning air greeted you, a stark contrast to the warmth you had left behind. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions, and waited for Juyeon to arrive. 

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[little-buzz]

I've opened a Kofi ☕️

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[brownhairedbookworm]

Oh. Oh, fuck, the club room, no, no no-! It's about to be an awful nightmare. Monika shivers as a deathly chill flows through the air and through her skull. Please don't show her the corpses of her friends, tonight, please, no, her stomach can't take it!

A piano begins playing an upbeat tune, from somewhere behind her. Sickening. Monika holds her clasped hands to her chest, taking timid steps to where her mind needs to go. A dream this may be, but Monika knows the realm of nightmares isn't where she holds any strength. Her legs certainly aren't obeying her frantic desire to escape the phantom of this high school campus.

As she shuffles to the music room, Monika begins hearing snippets of lyrics echoing off of the empty walls. They're... They're her own voice, but... Acidic, somehow. Cold and sharp. None of the love she has fills the words.

"Home in the Lit' Club~ Never alone in the Lit' Club~"

Jazz instruments begin to play with the other Monika's vocal mania, covering her up for a moment as the force of the energy overwhelms the real one.

"-so alive~! I only wish you'd let me drive. Can't be long, 'til we kill again~ Who'll be laughing, then?"

Monika feels the blood drain from her dreaming face as she touches the Music Room door. She pushes it open and looks at the piano, where... She is already sitting. Not her, but... Still her. The black ribbon and wings aren't hers, but her own ponytail is unmistakable. Even if it's on a younger, more slender woman.

Without even lifting her fingers from the keys or stopping her song, the Other Monika turns her face to the real one. Cruel, cold red eyes meet their green originals. Monika feels tears building up at the side of her eyes, but she can't close them or look away.

"Stuck in your head, and I'm laughing. It fills you with dread, so I won't stop laughing~ We killed all our friends and I can't stop laughing! What else can I do? Always part of you~"

The Other Monika starts to cry blood, as her manic smile spreads, showing sharpened fangs. "Let me out, Moni~ Let's have some fun~ Don't you want to feel the rush of power, again? Hold someone's life in your hands, be their goddess? I know you love the rush, and it gives you such a sense of control~" She reaches a pale hand out and touches Monika's cheek.

The rush of fearful adrenaline finally jolts Monika's heart, and she bolts upright in bed with a shriek of pure terror. "No no no no no, I can't, I won't, never-!" The woman clutches her chest and sucks in a desperate breath.

...She needs to talk to Sayori. And... Confront this while she's awake. Or at least in a waking trance, like Sayori can put her in. Lord knows she won't be able to go back to sleep, tonight, but... She can try. Maybe after a little water and a few doses of melatonin.

[bexstorytime]

My phone buzzes, a notification for a text from an unknown number. I curiously look at it and I see the message “Mark this is monika I need to talk to you, please come over” I’m just hanging around the house by myself with you at work on a Saturday mornings I respond that I’ll stop by in a little bit asking “is something wrong?” Almost an instant response of “no, I just need to talk to you face to face.

I think it’s very odd, but then I remember that I had just purposed and your mom had seen the ring so I assume it’s something about it. During my drive I’m wondering about all the things she’s gonna say. One of your ten minute breaks happens during my drive and I tell you about it and you are just as puzzled as I am. Before you go back to work I make the joke about how maybe I should rape your mom when I’m there. You reason with your “DADDY!!🙈🙈” line I love so much but you sass me for getting you horny when you’re in the store alone with Charlie and Adler we say our I love yous and good byes.

I drive for a lil longer rolling into your parents house for the first time. And your mom is waiting outside for me. She has her resting bitch face on and the nerves are running through me having not having seen her in so long. She just turns and walks inside leaving the door open for me. I awkwardly walk inside closing the door behind me and I speak “so what is this about?” Bracing for her to unleash her angry future mother in law fury ap on me.

We stare at each other and she just opens her large hoodie, showing me an uncharacteristically low cut top. I’m unable to stare, and get caught, staring at her milky pale cleavage. She removes the hoodie, slowly walking closer, crossing her arms under her massive chest pushing them to my attention even more. She still hasn’t said a word, just dropping to her knees and unbuckling my belt, pulling out my quickly hardening cock.

She holds it in her hands, surprised by just how thick it is when she finally breaks the silence “well, now we finally know why my slutty cunt of a daughter keeps coming back to you” before taking me in her mouth. Feeling the soft unfamiliar mouth I groan out loudly. She struggles with the thickness and length of my cock. I just laugh as she’s no where near as talented of a cock sucker as her daughter. And it makes me question “so am I that much bigger then Steve?” I can see the humiliation across her face. As she pushes me back into the couch, I was so enamored with her tits I didn’t notice she wasn’t wearing any pants under her large jacket.

I notice her glance over her shoulder for a moment almost like she was making sure I was in frame. I watch her spread her unkept thighs, her bush is thick and massive, but I can hear her wetness flowing inbetween the lips that passed you 24 years ago. Her hands are on my shoulders as she unpacked herself with my cock. The sheer size of me slightly changed her demeanor. She’s felt this feeling before, being stretched by a massive cock, but it’s obvious it’s been so long. She begins bouncing on my cock and pulls her tits out, letting me suck the same tits I hope yours look like in 20 years.

She’s so tight and the position ontop of the feeing of a cock touching her that hasn’t happened in decades she curses herself as she cums on my cock. She slams her hips down trying to take as much of my coco as possible inside of her. As she’s riding the waves of her thundering orgasm, I reach down and rub her clit. Finding it easily through her thicket of pubic hair. She groans so loudly as she begins a second orgasm. “Ohhhh myyy goooosdddd” Steve hasn’t touched me there in years, he just uses my hole to cum and goes to sleep” she confesses. In my head I think Bekah needs to experience that

When she finally rides through her orgasm and slaps my hand away from her clit from being to sensitive. She stands up and bends over the coffee table facing the same place she was looking at before and commands “fuck me from behind you fucking asshole!!” She proceeds to show me her dripping hair hole, I just latch onto her hips and slam my cock to the hilt. I can only imagine the look on her face as I hear the painful groan that fills the room. I leave my cock rutted so deep inside of her and just flex my cock making it thicker. Finally I begin fucking her, she reminds me so much of you and you remind me of her I just default to degrading her

“You like that cock you lil slut?!” She groans in response, there isn’t a word but the tone is yes. She’s never been spoken too like this before. “You feel why you’re slut of a daughter loves me so much?!” Pounding with emphasis of every word. “Uggghhhhhmmmmhhhhmmmmm” she responds. “This is why she’s mine for the rest of my life you stupid bitch!!!” I reach around her inner thighs and rub her clit forcefully , obviously more then is comfortable but I continue to goad her into another massive orgasm.

I finally see her growing more and more uncomfortable with the amount of time I’ve been fucking her, and I flip her over so her head is hanging off of the coffee table and I take her legs and push them back as far as they go. The stretch of her thighs causing her to groan being even more uncomfortable. “This is my favorite position to breed your daughter in” I feel the opening of her cervix and just unload an amount of cum that your father would have to spend weeks making.

She’s in shock, from the whole ordeal, the feeling so made her feel, the feelings only her daughter would understand. I walk around the table and ease my softening cock into her throat. She’s never tasted her juices and cum like this before. The taste is so unpleasant for her, and it only makes me laugh at her harder

I stand and dress before she has any chance to regain her composure. I snap you a video of me telling you everything. And extra glow and level of smile from how much we had built that moment up in our heads and now it finally happened. The happiness in my voice showing only more love for you from it ever being possible. When you finish work you see a couple texts from your mom about you needing to come over immediately even a frantic voicemail, something in her voice is panicking.

You watch the video of me telling you what happened, everything calms down for you as you call me. I answer happily and tell you more of what happened. You ask why I think she called now, and I respond “I think she’s trying to break us up. I know she’s gonna make up some story about me seducing her or something. That’s why she recorded it! I’m on my way to you now, let’s me and I’ll give you a load like I gave her.”

There are so many feelings going on through you, but the last line charges you. You feel the explosion of sensations as you notice me pulling up next to you. I smile surprising you and I jump in your car. I just pull out my cock, still rock hard coated in your mom’s juices, like the good lil girl you are you just bend over and lick me clean. I can’t take it anymore and I take your hand and hips and bring you over to me and recline the seat.

The feeling of my cock sliding into you makes me erupt inside of your unprotected breedable cunt. “I bet I just gave you a baby to grow up with your new brother or sister” I grown out not believing my day. I instruct you to quickly pull your undies to keep all my potent seed inside of you. We chat for a bit but then you head to your mom’s

Your nerves are on full blast as you walk into her house she tells you she has something to tell you and that you should sit down. She proceeds to tell you how I surprised her by coming over and forcing myself onto her. And that if you break up with me she won’t cal the police for me “raping” her. You can see what she’s trying to do but little does she know that we’re communicating and Things have been better then they were before. You remember me telling you how I think she recorded us together. So you respond “no mark wouldn’t ever do that” she then hands you the phone and you see her bent over taking my perfect cock from behind. The juices and my seed inside you making you more wet then you can ever remember

You stand up and continue to watch, pacing like you’re having a hard time watching but really you just quickly send the video to the drive for us both to keep it and watch it. Finally it finishes sending and you sit down hand her the phone back and channel your inner daddy. You laugh at her and tease “you think Daddy didn’t immediately call me and tell me how you called him over and you fucked him??!! Jesus you’re pathetic, and best of all you’re impregnated by him” she goes into full blown denial, she try’s pleading telling you that I was the one who started it.

Then you surprise even yourself with the boldness and you sit right infront of your mom on the table and you show her your cunt leaking with my juices. “Sorry mom but I got impregnated by daddy too… and if you don’t want another grand baby you need to lick all his juices out of me” your cunt lewdly on display… and you can see her battling herself… as she shamefully closes her eyes and begins licking my seed out of her own daughters cunt. The feeling of her tongue against your hole is heavenly as you take her hand and put it on the back of her head. Pushing her face against your inking hole. Monika burns her tongue deep inside of you as you wrap your strong thighs around her head and ride the orgasmic investors waves of your mind shattering cum. You hve to yank her hair back as you squirt all over her face.

She’s staring back in shock and disbelief… she can’t believe what she just did or how much she enjoyed it. As the shame rides over her she looks at you

You tell her I’m not going anywhere… and now we have the video of her opening fucking me in the very house her and your dad have always wanted. And if she doesn’t want her marriage to be ruined she’ll happily raise the baby I gave her with the one I gave you. And continue to fuck me whenever I please

She begins sobbing as she realizes her plan backfired in a way she never could have imagined

😘

[justalonelybitch]

Hey can you do a swf one where the reader is an idol and she is the surprise artist for Street girl dance fighter

I hope you like it! Bit rushed, as I wrote this in the middle of the week and have classes.

Street Woman Fighter x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.37k

Buy me a coffee :)

Monika:

When she entered the room, her eyes widened in shock. A happy expression spread across her face, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She couldn’t help herself from making teasing comments as you talked, as the nature of your relationship was more laid back. Overall, she was very surprised to see you, even more so that you’d managed to keep your appearance on the show a secret.

It made Monika more eager to do better, wanting to brag to you about how good her team was. You were already so proud of her, so being on the show was just another way to encourage her. She especially loved the song you made, listening to it carefully, wanting to make the perfect choreography for it.

She wasn’t always the most publicly affectionate, but her ways of showing it were just subtle. For example, she would ask you how you were, checking up on you all the time, but just making it seem casual. Monika would take care of you, as she was used to it, after she was a leader.

Rihey:

Her jaw snapped open when she saw you, unable to believe that you were actually there. She’d been so busy with shooting for the show, she hadn’t seen you much recently. So she found it extremely hard to resist the urge to jump into your arms. Rihey was a lot more bubbly than usual, smiling and nodding her head as you talked, wanting to make sure you knew she was listening to you.

The fact that it was your song ignited a flame inside of her, making her want to prove herself to you. However, you already knew she was amazing at what she did, so you cheered her on the whole time, always there to support her. Having you around made her a bit shy, so she was blushing often, receiving heaps of teasing from the other girls as well.

As soon as the director called cut, she pulled you into a warm embrace, unwilling to let go. Her face snuggled into your neck, as she told you how much she missed you. You did the same, stroking her hair soothingly, telling her how great she was. Meanwhile the girls in the background take several photos of the two of you, keeping it to tease you later.

Rian:

Squealed when she saw you, running straight into your arms. Had no cares for the cameras, she would worry about that later, right now her priority was you. The other girls let her have her moment, knowing how much she’d missed you lately. She whined in your ear, asking you why you hadn’t told her you were going to be on the show.

Whenever you were around, she would cling to you like a koala, taking advantage of you being around more often. She did of course still have to work hard, but having you there only gave her more motivation, pushing her to work harder. Rian wanted to show you how good she was, and she never once failed to amaze you.

The rest of Lachica was amused with her antics, but they were glad for the two of you. It wasn’t unusual for you to be around them, as Rian and you were always joined at the hip. So they found it comfortable to have you there, going along with their business like normal. They also liked to tease Rian by pulling you away from her, trying to teach you dances. It’d go on for a while, until your girlfriend came over, whining for your attention, which you of course gave in to.

Noze:

Shocked to see you there, a blush spread across Noze’s cheeks when the cameras caught her staring at you. She hid her face in her hands, stuttering through sentences, overall a shy baby. Her members teased their leader relentlessly, pushing her towards you when shooting was over for the day. She was still feeling embarrassed though, so she wasn’t quite sure what to say.

You had to be the first one to make more, tugging her into your arms, planting a sweet kiss to her cheek. Excited to see Noze dance to your song, you came to every practice, watching until late hours of the night. Sometimes she’d find you passed out on the couch, pouting when she saw the dark circles under your eyes.

She’d take endless amounts of pictures at your sleeping face, then proceed to wake you up and scold you for staying up too late. You could only laugh at the angry look on Noze’s face, finding her too cute. She could never stay mad at you for long though, opting to take you home to your shared apartment, and cuddle you until you slept.

Loa:

A bright grin was plastered on her face the second she saw you, coming to understand why you were there. She waited until the cameras were off to share her excitement, walking over to you. Loa wrapped her arms around your neck, swaying your side to side. The two of you just stared at each other for a good while, taking in everything. Both being quite busy, it wasn’t often that you swayed each other recently.

The rest of holybang giggled at the two of you from the corner, seeing the lovesick look in your eyes. Finally ending the wait, Loa pressed her soft lips to yours, deepening it almost immediately. You only pulled back when you heard gagging come from behind you, opening your eyes to see Honey J making a disgusted face at the two of you. Loa only smirked at that, leaning in once more, making a show of it.

Loa enjoyed teasing you the most, always making sure to swivel her hips a little more when she walked away from you. Something that never failed to have your gaze lingering on her, unable to take your eyes away. The members could only sigh at your hopelessness, you were completely in love with her.

Rozalin:

She was surprised to see you, shocked that you were even able to keep such a secret from her for so long. Rozalin didn’t dwell on that for too long, instead sauntering over to you, placing a teasing kiss to your cheek. This had blood rushing to your ears, a smirk tugging on the corners of her lips at the sight.

The rest of WANT could only watch with raised eyebrows, unable to restrain her from doing such a thing publicly. Rozalin was bold, so being affectionate with you in front of the cameras wasn’t a problem at all. However, she would never risk your careers by revealing your relationship, she saw no issue with a little flirting here and there.

Her actions never failed to make you flustered, knowing it was her way of showing that she loved you. Whenever she teases you, you can only choke on your words, stuttering. Behind closed doors, she is a lot more soft, preferring to spend your time wrapped up in each others arms cuddling. Which you're always willing to provide, because who could say no to such a pretty face.

Leejung:

Leejung practically bounced around the room when she saw you, very happy to see you. She was more enthusiastic than usual to choreograph, wanting to do the very best for you. She was all smug when you saw the final product, staring at her in amazement as you endlessly complemented her for her work of art.

Worked extra hard, wanting you to see her efforts. As leader, she tried not to let you being around distract her, but sometimes she couldn’t help herself. The rest of YGX was glad to see their leader looked after, watching as you took care of her. You always made sure she wouldn’t overwork herself, bringing them all food and water throughout the day.

You wanted the best for, as did she you. You were practically part of the crew at this point, being with Leejung made you family. Which she was very thankful for, glad that her closest friends were accepting of her relationship. During breaks there was always chaos, people dragging you in every direction, trying to get you to learn their new routines.

[whyissupernaturaltrending]

the masterpost - wip

I’ll be editing this one, I’ll link it somewhere later. Please be patient, tracking down past trends on tumblr is... challenging. I have a timeline of important events, but I want to make sure that spn was actually trening on these days, so if you have any info as to when spn trended (extra points for *why* but the reason is much easier to track down), please let me know! Screenshots or posts that prove that spn was trending on any day between Nov 5 and Dec 11, 2020 would be invaluable.

January 21, 2021 - Jensen Ackles trends for a bit, and then Walker takes over. Contintues to trend on January 22, because of its premiere, then general spn tag takes over.

January 20, 2021 - Misha Collins trends for no reason (pending, I’ll need to double-check that info). Same goes for 17 January.

January 15, 2021 - Jared Padalecki says in an interview that “Dean died in honor of his brother, Sam, and that he wouldn’t have wanted for Sam to marry Eileen [a badass and beloved hunter] or Ruby [a literal demon who manipulated Sam into starting the first apocalypse].” Fans go feral. Eileen trends on Twitter, as well as on Tumblr.

January 11, 2021 - Jensen Ackles receives a Critics Choice Super Award and the following day he posts a short video on his instagram. Fandom explodes. He continues to trend on January 12 as well. Then other things happen (fandom realizes Sam’s email was lawboy@stanford.com; DJ Qualls records a cameo suggesting there was romantic subtext in season 15; John Winchester journals are being discussed) which makes Supernatural trend again on January 13 and January 14.

January 6, 2021 - Supernatural trends in general because of the US politics. Then people start asking why it’s trending, which causes it to continue trending on January 7 as well. A phrase “I wish spn was trending instead of Trump” has been said.

January 3, 2021 - Jared Padalecki’s shirtless photoshoot is published. That gets him trending. Most posts also include Jensen and Misha tags, which results in Jensen Ackles trending at some point for no particular reason. The trend continues the following day on January 4.

December 31, 2020 - Mishapocalypse 2.0. No further explanations needed. This continues on January 1, 2021.

December 18, 2020 - Misha Collins trending for no reason. Like he sometimes does.

December 16, 2020 - Someone digs up an old article of Misha Collins’ in which he supported Monika Lewinsky and criticized victim-blaming. Words are twisted and someone makes a joke about him having an affair with Bill Clinton, which spreads like wildfire, also on Twitter. Some articles are written, Misha has to address that on Twitter. Trending continues on December 17 as well for a bit.

December 14, 2020 - Walker trailer is released, starts trending. Continues to trend on December 15, then other tags like spn and destiel take over for no particular reason.

December 11-13, 2020 - Some scripts including Castiel’s POV “Still beautiful. Still Dean Winchester” get leaked. Then a VFX guy, Adam Williams, goes on a Twitting spree, confirms their authenticity, and keeps arguing with fans, making several controversial statements in the process. On 13th, a LatAm dub actor debunks the “rogue translator” theory and states that the reciprocation line (y yo a ti) had been added by the LatAm director. All that mess makes Supernatural trending.

...... wip

November 24, 2020 - Spanish dub includes a line of reciprocation (”y yo a ti” said by Dean), which causes Supernatural to trend and Tumblr to shut down.

November 26, 2020

November 19, 2021 - Supernatural finale.

November 5, 2020 - Hour Zero. Episode 15x18 of Supernatural airs, Castiel confesses his love for Dean. The internet implodes. Supernatural and destiel trends over the US presidential election and rumors about Putin stepping down. (it's safe to assume it also trended on November 6)

[angelaiswriting]

Of Matches and Dates | Bandit x fem!reader

[video by rodnae productions from pexels]

✏️ Pairing: Bandit x fem!reader

✏️ Summary: with Valentine’s Day around the corner, Dominic’s friends have managed to convince him to download a dating app. (Not requested, but inspired by the lovely @kind-wolf​ as always)

✏️ A/N: this is just a lil something for Valentine’s day. I’m still working on my fluff skills :’) Domi’s dating profile is at the bottom of the fic: it took me forever to make but I’m so proud :’) enjoy 💛

✏️ Warnings: none :’)

✏️ Word-count: 5,274

OF MATCHES AND DATES

 The club is packed — and Dominic is too tired to even care, for once. His back is burning, and there’s a nasty gash on his left thigh that a doctor has stitched up too tightly and that’s constantly making him ground his teeth every time the muscle tenses up.

He’s forgotten whose stupid idea it was to go out clubbing not even three hours after coming back from a mission on the other face of the Earth, but he does remember he’s there to be Eli’s wingman just in case his date dumps him last minute. It won’t happen, of course, but the kid still worries when it comes to a pretty lady he’s matched with on Matcher.

Matcher is the latest novelty at the base, or so that’s the impression he’s had ever since his jet landed not so long ago. Even Monika has signed up for an account — It’s great to pass time, Domi! You should download it, it’s free, or that’s what she said the second before tearing his phone from his hands to download it herself.

“Here, I brought you drink!” Alexsandr tears him from his musings — and the dull soreness still crawling underneath his skin — and unceremoniously slaps a shot of vodka on the small, high table he’s been leaning against. By the time the glass is halfway to his lips, Dominic has the time to notice half of its contents have sloshed out onto the metal surface of that dingy thing; he doesn’t care: he simply tilts his head back, lets the alcohol wash down his throat and prays it’ll numb everything to a low hum.

“Where is everyone else?” he asks, hissing when someone bumps into his back in passing. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s felt like every single muscle in his body felt so pulled and tight, but he’s already set up his mind to barge into Harry’s office the next morning and ask for — or demand — the longest leave he’s ever thought of asking.

Alex shrugs and quickly empties the shot he has in his right hand, for the one in his left is already empty. The bar is right behind them, though, so they both know they’ll be making back and forth more times than one would rather know. “Somewhere in there,” he replies, jutting his chin in the general direction of the mess of bodies behind Dominic’s back. “Adriano has a date, too, so he ditched us.”

“So did Elias, Monika and Seamus.” He turns around briefly, throws a look around to try and see if he can get a glimpse of the friends they’ve come here with, but miserably fails.

“Stupid dating apps, making men our age third-wheel like this.” Alexsandr groans something in Russian then, but it’s under his breath and Dominic would never be able to tell what that was with the noise in there — he also doesn’t speak Russian, he finds himself realizing a minute too late. “But I met the French at the bar, they rented out a VIP room for the night.”

“We should gatecrash it.”

Ten minutes later, eight of which spent downing one drink after the other in the vain attempt to outdrink each other, both men walk into the French’s VIP room behind Gustave Kateb, whose English has already started slurring into French when he doesn’t focus enough.

The French aren’t the only people there: Marius sends Dominic a pleading look as Lion fills his head with his usual bullshit, and a bunch of recruits who’ve somehow had the chance to hang around the more seasoned operators sit on the couch on the far left of the room and listen to what Y/N and Finka are enlightening them with. The two women turn around to greet them and although Dominic’s eyes trail down the plummeting neckline of Y/N’s shimmery top, he still has enough attention to spare to notice how the rookies hang from her lips as she keeps on talking.

Alexsandr’s exclamation of jubilee, however, tears him from the sight of the only one he’s had a crush on for a long time now and there’s nothing he can do to stop the other from dragging him towards the couch Montagne is sitting on with not one, not two, but three bottles of vodka on the low table in front of him.

“What do a Russian, a French and a German have in common?” Gilles asks, raising a shot glass and chuckling drunkenly as icy droplets of alcohol trail down the glass and onto the still-bruised skin between his right thumb and forefinger.

“Their hatred for this goddamn dating app?”

But Alex slaps him up the back of his head as he takes the shot their tipsy friend is handing him. “Alcohol!” he booms, making more than a couple of heads turn around before drinking his glass dry as though it didn’t contain but water.

They end up sitting together, Dominic to the right and Alexsandr to the left of Montagne, their knees pressing into each other’s as they joke and drink. They’re the only three in the room that have just come back from a mission abroad, and no one comes to bother them for a long time as they try to relax and let go. The topic of discussion, however, quickly shifts back to the fucking dating app.

Matcher seems to be all the rage, and it somehow manages to sneak its way into even the most unassuming conversations. Neither of them would by now be able to assert with utmost certainty if there truly is someone at the base that doesn’t use it — apart from the people that have spent the last two weeks on a mission, completely detached from the civilian world, that is.

“I’ve heard Blitz has already had something like fifteen dates so far, in less than three weeks at that!” Gilles’ English is softened and slurred out by his French, the same French that always comes back every time he goes beyond a certain threshold when it comes to drinking.

“Fifteen?!” Alexsandr almost cries out, comically counting on his fingers until he’s reached the right number, almost as though by doing that, he’ll be able to fully comprehend the extent of Elias’ adventures.

“He’s fucked with only seven of them, though,” adds Dominic, tipping down another shot before leaning back against his seat, spreading his arms on the backrest and letting his hands hang against the cool faux leather.

Yet again, Alex counts on his fingers — up to seven, and then up to fifteen, just to see how big the difference between the two is. “Christ,” is his only comment just before he takes a long sip straight from the bottle, long enough to finish the two fingers of liquid that remain in it.

“Monique made me download it,” and it takes them a minute to put two and two together and realize Gilles is talking about IQ in his frenchified English. “Snatched mon portable from my hands and gave it back with that fucking app on my home screen.”

Dominic scoffs, the French’s experience with his colleague hitting closer to home than he would have thought possible before today. “Did the same to me. If you had given her five minutes more, she would’ve created an account for you like she did mine.”

They’re curious, both the French and the Russian, and while Gilles is chill, Dominic knows Alexsandr is not going to let him live this down. So, their quick Show us! turns into some rearranging on their seats so that Dominic ends up finding himself trapped between his two friends, looming over him like some vultures.

“Since when do you like cooking dates?” asks Alex when the app opens on Dominic’s personal profile page.

“Monika chose everything, said ‘pussy’ isn’t respectable enough as an interest. Cooking dates apparently work better at getting women, or so she says.”

“You sure she didn’t want you to match up with her?”

“Don’t listen to Frenchie, show us who it makes you match with!” Alex’s hand is quick at shooting out, but Dominic is quicker, pulling his phone away so that his now pouting friend can’t get a hold of it.

“I’ll use it. I don’t want you messing up my app.”

“I thought you didn’t like the idea of having it.”

“And I don’t! I’m just bored!”

But he still touches the search icon, and the other two almost hold their breaths as they wait for the shitty reception inside the club to allow the page to fully load and replace the pulsating hearts of the logo to leave their place to profile pictures.

The first is a 37-year-old woman with curly ginger hair and eyes of two different colors — they’re both brown, but there’s some blue in the left one, as well.

“Pretty,” says Gilles just as Dominic reads what her profession is — florist. “Match with her.”

But Dom is good — and he tells them that, pushing their hands away from his phone to prevent them from doing things with his app. “Make your own account and stop bugging me about mine,” he replies as his fingers tap the bubble with the golden star icon — not a match, more like a ‘save for later’ and although he’s had plenty of one-night stands, ‘saving’ someone ‘for later’ makes him feel fifty different shades of dirty.

The second woman is South African, a bit too far away, but with his job, he could end up anywhere in the world. So, he saves Bea for later before Alex makes him change his search parameters so that the system would find people closer to his actual location.

There’s a barista he’s seen plenty of times at the pub he and Marius often go to. She’s pretty, on the tall side, with hair cut chin-level short and a tattoo that snakes its way up the side of her neck and that he now sees trails down deeper underneath the low-cut tank top she’s wearing in her profile picture. Matcher says her name is Andrea, so he can now put his curiosity to sleep and stop wondering how he should call her.

Alexsandr taps the two-heart button to match him up with her before he can stop him, and the three of them sit there for a long time — or so at least it seems, with the rest of the party blatantly ignoring them as operators come and go as they please — checking out women and deciding what to do with them. And really, it sounds so bad in Dom’s mind when he puts it into those words — they’re judging someone based on one picture and literally three other facts about them — but that’s still the truth of the thing. Some women end up in the starred ‘save for later’ section — which they’ve found out is much nicer than it seems and it’s just a way to still be able to chat without necessarily match yet —, some get skipped, and Andrea is still the only one in his matches — she still has to match back with him, and deep down Dominic can’t help but wonder how their next encounter at the pub is going to feel like.

It’s endless profiles later, when Montagne stands up to ‘go piss’ — or so he says, kicking finesse out of the window — that a familiar face pops up on the app.

Alex chuckles, almost choking on his hundredth vodka, taken by the surprise of such a sight. “Hey! But that’s —” He’s cut off when Dominic elbows him in his left side, where he knows Alex is bruised — there’s no need to yell Y/N’s name in a room full of people drinking, talking and — he notices when he quickly looks around to make sure no one is paying them any mind — making out in the love-seat in a corner.

Dominic should have expected it, really, Monika did tell him everyone and their mother has downloaded Matcher at the base, and that includes Y/N, but he’s still taken aback because he’s had a crush on her for the longest time now and while he has balls of steel and he’s known for it, he still has… problems approaching her when it doesn’t come to missions or training.

But by God, is she pretty! Both in-person and in that picture still floating on his screen. There’s a sunflower field behind her and she’s sporting trekking boots, camo shorts, and a white tank top on a dusty, Ukrainian road. He was there, when the picture was taken — seven months ago, during the last mission they had been deployed to together — with a bunch of other operators, of course. They had taken a couple of days off when things had been wrapped and some of them had stayed behind before finally coming back to Hereford.

And there she is, grinning at him from up close — technologically speaking, that is —, dog tags disappearing between her breasts under her tank top and her head tilted to the side, eyes almost squinting against the late-morning sun. There’s everything on her profile bubble — less than ten miles away, her age, her country of origin, and then that vague ‘police’ typed out next to the white icon of a briefcase, a description Monika’s put into his profile as well.

“So?” But Alex is distracted by Gilles coming back and sitting down once again next to Dominic, and he doesn’t continue.

“Found anyone interesting while I was gone?”

“Y/N,” is Alex’s unsolicited reply. “But this chicken won’t do shit about it.”

Dominic groans. “Why do you have to be so annoying? Jesus! There, matched her. You happy now?” he complains, tapping the match! bubble with the two hearts before he has much time to overthink. “It’ll make for a good laugh when she opens her app.”

They’re all bored anyway, and he’s known for — almost — always choosing the fun way of doing something. She will match him, send him a haha domi gotcha! great to see u on this app — all lowercase, often with that ‘u’ instead of ‘you’ — through the chat feature, and then they’ll be able to laugh it off during training. It could make for a nice sort of inside joke, he muses as he puts his phone away for the night and reaches for the bottle of vodka.

By the time his friends drag him back to the dance floor to try and loosen up their sore muscles, he’s received some matching requests and more than just ‘a few’ messages in his chat from so many different people that he feels his head is spinning.

It’s early morning already when he, Alex and Gilles wait for their Uber to come and pick them up, all of them with more drinks in their body than there is water. The other two have downloaded Matcher for shits and giggles and are now busy sorting through their recommended profiles.

They’ve all warmed up to it — they’ve all used other dating apps in the past, so one more is not a problem, even more when they’re easily bored and with fewer and fewer ideas on how to pass the time they spend between missions.

It’s only when Alexsandr complains that Why am I not getting hot operators too? with a comic pout on his face that Dominic’s phone goes off vibrating in the back pocket of his pants for the millionth time. He picks it out to finally delete the stupid app — too many notifications in too little time, and he’s too tired to be patient.

The notification message reads It’s a match! with an obnoxious sparkling heart emoji, though, and that suddenly turns his mood around and makes him curious. He hasn’t got a real, mutual match yet, just lots of stars that are probably enough to light up the night sky. So he unlocks his phone, opens the app, and after the rather-cheesy explosion of hearts going off on the screen, he finally sees who’s matched him back and the name both knocks the wind out of him and makes him laugh, all at the same time.

*

He brings it up to her the next day. It’s just after his training session, when he’s walking around the grounds of the Base to take his mind off of things and Y/N is leaving the armory facility. She waves at him, and he can’t but jog up to her to walk with her for a bit.

There’s some small talk, stuff about plans for this next stretch of time before a mission, catching up like friends or colleagues do, and then he drops it — Now that we’ve matched on that dating app, we should go on a date! He says it with a smile in his eyes and laughter in his voice, but it all fades into silence when he realizes that what he’s seeing on her face is confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

He frowns. Maybe she doesn’t remember it. “We matched on Matcher last night. I got your notification when I left the club.” It comes off as a question — what could have been an attempt at shooting his shot in a best-case scenario or something done out of fun in any other case, seems to be quickly turning around to bite him in the ass.

The look on her face is of utter mortification as she looks up at him, realization slowly and then quickly catching up on her like some avalanche. ‘Mortified’ is the last thing he would have thought to see on her face, and he’s taken aback, for once he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do. Maybe she doesn’t do older. Or she doesn’t do colleagues. Or maybe she sees him as a big brother — most of the recruits seem to somehow see him that way for the first months, despite him never doing anything to even remotely prompt that kind of behavior.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” she finally says, hiding her face behind her hands. “I was shit-faced last night. Lera and I were fucking around with my app since she says I always get the hot ones, I must’ve done it at that moment. I didn’t think I’d get people from the Base, I’m so sorry. Forget about that, please: I didn’t want to make things weird.”

He’s… bummed, there’s no other way to put it. It kind of stings his pride, in a way, but he sees where she’s coming from. He just… didn’t expect for her to not take it jokingly — after all, they are similar in that, and their sense of humor always makes them find the fun side in almost anything.

“Nah, don’t worry.”

But he’s still thinking about it three days later, and both Marius and Elias, and then Monika, Gilles and Alex as well, have tried to come up with a way to fix it — they don’t exactly know what needs fixing, it’s just a stupid dating app, but the look in Y/N’s eyes is still mortified every time Dominic crosses her path.

It’s only when he’s chilling with Lera and Elias on Wednesday night, discussing possible plans for Valentine’s day, coming up on Sunday, that the topic of Matcher and the apparently dramatic match with Y/N crawls its way into the conversation once more. It’s just the three of them in the lounge room, feet up on the coffee table or on the long part of the L-shaped couch, legs crossed at the ankles.

And for a moment it’s like going back to stupid high school crushes when Lera lets it slip that Y/N is simply too embarrassed to admit that she squealed and giggled like a teenager when she got Domi’s match request over the weekend. That that is the reason why she’s so mortified and she — Lera — is tired of trying to convince her that there’s nothing wrong in finding a colleague hot. Brunsmeier is a handsome man, I’d be surprised if the thought had never crossed your mind! — that’s how she recounts it, glancing at Dominic and shrugging her shoulders.

“She’s just afraid the truth might come out,” she says. “To which I’m not opposed, I’m tired of hearing her babble about it every time she starts doubting herself.”

At first, Dominic’s only reply is a pensive hum as he brings the almost-empty beer bottle to his lips for a sip. “I didn’t think she’d somehow take it personally. I would’ve expected her to joke about it, that’s why I was confused.”

They end up thinking of a plan — send her flowers and chocolates, with a note attached, and then show up at her and Lera’s shared dorm room to take her out on a Valentine’s date. His playful crush isn’t that much of a secret when it comes to his friends, after all: he does get drunk — eventually — and he does let his tongue loose — loose enough to hint at stuff he wouldn’t exactly boast while sober.

So, the next day, they put their plan into motion. A delivery man delivers Y/N the biggest bouquet of roses Dominic has managed to find on the website of a nearby flower shop at almost one in the morning, and it’s not only a surprise to her, but to all the operators and recruits that have stayed behind in the mess hall after breakfast as well.

They watch as she eyes the bouquet, lips parted, a frown of almost suspicion on her face — and from that table, Lera sends him a knowing smirk and a raise of an eyebrow that seems to tell him that she was not expecting such an obnoxious thing.

The exchange doesn’t miss Monika’s eye, and the operator is quick at putting two and two together. She slaps his bicep, and when he turns around to glare at her, almost intimidating her to shut her mouth, she smirks. “Look at you, who would’ve thought?” Her German is hushed, and it makes their fellow German colleagues chuckle, too. “Decided to make a move?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“I told you that app wasn’t that bad!” she adds when Elias tells her how things have come to that.

The next day, Dominic makes sure Lera leaves his box of Swiss pralines on Y/N’s bed — and she promptly texts him back when her roommate and friend finds it after her monthly session in Harry’s office.

When Saturday comes around, Y/N’s confusion has taken the place of the mortified look in her eyes, and Lera has started trying to convince him to come forward before her friend would start thinking of some joke. Y/N’s not the type to get spooked out — a last-minute secret admirer just in time for Valentine’s day delivering gifts is the least dangerous thing she’s probably ever come across, but he knows it’s time to ask her out.

He finds her in the very lounge room Elias and Lera talked him into moving things forward. She’s sitting on the window bench, staring out at the park of the base and at the flour-like snowflakes coming down and twirling in the wind, before it turns into rain before nightfall.

“Hey,” she greets him before he has time to make a sound, seeing his reflection in the windowpane. “If you’re going to tease me for the ginormous bouquet I got the other day like everyone else did, please don’t.” She chuckles, though, and turns around when he sits at the other end of the bench.

“Nah, I won’t be childish this time.” There’s a grin on his face as he pulls his feet up and rests his arms on his bent knees, teasing her own leg with a foot for a moment just to make her laugh. “Have any clues on who the secret admirer is?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “I’m quite sure Lera knows who this is, but I haven’t been able to tear it out of her yet.”

It’s quiet for a while before Dominic starts saying Look, there’s something I— before he stops mid-sentence and looks up at her. She’s staring back at him almost expectantly, when someone dashes through the hall and distracts them for a moment.

“I’m sorry that match made you feel the way it did,” he says, “but I’m still glad I sent my request. And I know deep down you are too, you’re just afraid of things going the wrong way.” When she frowns, her lips parting, he scoots closed and lays a hand on her knee. “A little bird told me.”

“Yeah, a Russian one, maybe?” She covers her face with her hands, much like she did at the beginning of the week, before she sighs. “Lera likes to babble.”

“I don’t mind.” His hand gives her knee a gentle squeeze, and he waits for her to look at him again. “It finally gave me the excuse to ask you out on Valentine’s day. If you’re down for it, that is.”

*

On Sunday, he shows up at her door at half-past six, wearing fucking tux pants for once in his life. He’s cleaned up nice — trimmed his beard a bit, combed his hair back with some cream, stole a few drops of Alex’s perfume when he and Gilles made themselves at home in his room while he was getting ready. She’s begged him to skip the roses next time, and so he’s standing there with a bunch of wildflowers in one hand, wondering why the fuck there’s butterflies in his stomach.

She’s just as beautiful as ever when she opens the door, and Lera is nowhere to be found when she invites him in so that she can put his flowers in some water. Red dress, black coat, killer heels, painted lips — she almost takes his breath away.

“You’re stunning.” The honesty in his voice makes her stutter for a moment before he lets her give him a hug.

“You’re not any less,” she grins, pecking his cheek before following him outside and then to the garage level.

He makes her ride behind him on his bike, and the dinner at the overpriced fancy restaurant he’s managed to book last-minute passes in a flash. But even despite that, he doesn’t miss the way she warms up — and opens up — the more they chat: long gone is the mortification he knows she’s felt at the idea of possibly having made things awkward or of having given her crush on him away, and they actually find themselves getting to know each other better through tales from both missions and their civilian lives and childhood.

When they’re forced to leave the restaurant to leave their place to the second turn of patrons on such a busy February night, they walk around the center of the city arm in arm, both wrapped up tightly in their jackets and with their helmets in hand. They talk and talk, and the more they do, the more that faint shadow of embarrassment they felt throughout the week evaporates from their shoulders much like the condensation leaving their lips.

Neither of them is in the mood to return to Hereford just yet. It’s nice to be out and about, doing normal things, falling for what Dominic considers a well-thought-out marketing strategy — although he won’t lie by saying he’d rather be doing something else tonight, or spend time with someone else.

“I’m glad you matched me,” she suddenly confesses, the both of them hurrying up to cross the street before the traffic light turns red. “I would’ve never had the guts to. And I’m glad you did what you did and that we’re now here.”

He grins at her, pulling her closer into his side by wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Vodka is the best remedy against bullshitting instead of taking action,” he jokes, and she laughs.

He stares at her as she does, unable to keep in that chuckle.

“Yeah, I’m sure, Sanya always says the same bullshit,” she laughs, shaking her head before pointing at the bowling alley with her helmet, her other arm wrapped securely around his waist. “I don’t wanna go back yet. What do you think about some bowling?”

When they get back at the Base at around three in the morning, Dominic has a rip in the crotch of his pants and they’re both still giggling like kids at the memory of how comically loud the ripping sound seemed when he bent to throw his ball. They were joking around, in the bowling track further from the entrance, when it happened and she had to stand right behind him as he walked back to their booth, both of them laughing loudly, his cheeks burning red in an uncharacteristic moment of embarrassment.

“Bring me your pants when you wake up, I’ll fix them for you,” she chuckles, her hand still wrapped tightly in his.

“We should go bowling again,” he replies instead, looking down at her, now a bit shorter since she’s walking barefoot, her heels in his other hand. “With a proper attire this time, though.”

“Sure, why not?” Her excitement makes him smile, and even in the night lights always on throughout the Base during the night, he can see how her eyes seem to grin up at him. “I’d be ecstatic to watch you lose miserably a second time.”

“You only had luck!” But it’s not a real complaint — after all, he is shit at bowling, but he’s loved spending tonight with her and he’d be happy to replicate it more than just once. “And I let you win.”

“Of course.” Her chuckle is low now that they’re in the sleeping quarters.

And although they should go to bed and get ready for the day of training and simulations awaiting for them when they wake up, they still seem to linger, standing there, in front of the door of her dorm, still hand in hand, smiling at each other.

“Thank you for tonight,” she says eventually, taking a step closer to give him a quick good-night hug, and she grabs her heels when he hands them to her.

“Likewise. I really enjoyed it. We should do it again.” He puts the idea out there, but when she smiles sweetly at him all his doubts seem to sizzle and evaporate.

“We should,” she nods, her fingers playing with his. 

“Just ring me up when you’re free from your Matcher dates,” he grins, winking at her, hinting at the quite numerous dates she told him she had since downloading the app.

“Nah, I’m deleting it. I got the one match that matters most, so there’s no reason in keeping on looking.” She balances herself by putting both hands on his shoulders and pecks the corner of his mouth. “Good night, Domi.”

When he opens the door of his room, still grinning, the last thing he’s expecting to find is some of his friends waiting around for him just to know how his date has gone.

“So?” Monika asks, standing up from where she’s been sitting in his desk chair, eyes tired and hair tousled.

“We brought vodka,” Alex grins, raising an almost empty bottle while Gilles points at the empty glasses on the nightstand. “We’ve been waiting for this day for too long!”

“Sorry, man,” Marius says from his bed, both eyes closed and ankles crossed.

“We couldn’t stop them and shooting them dead wasn’t an option,” is what Elias aads, and Dominic knows it’s going to be a long night. But when he’s done talking, he knows he’s deleting that goddamn app, too.

[credits: psd (mine) | dominic | random guy #1 | random guy #2]

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Dicentra Scene Concepts

TAGLIST: @chocolatecaramelcappuccino001

For those of you who have no clue what Dicentra is, it's a multi-book series that I plan on creating inspired by Seraph of the End ;) Check out my page to get more info on it, but I've been working on my plot line and concept work for my main arcs and I wanted to release some rough relationship concept ideas I had to gauge reactions.

Let me know what you guys think and if you'd be interested in reading something pertaining to this! Keep in mind, this series is INSPIRED by Seraph of the End meaning that the characters might not be the same as you know them to be.

Character Key:

Mikaela - Mikaela ;)

Amaris - Yuuichiro (the equivalent of Yuu-chan in this series is "Mari", everyone else calls Amaris "Ari")

Epic - new character that isn't in the series

Vitaly - Lacus (he's in love with Epic in this series and he is fucking confused as to what feelings are)

ENJOY!

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Scene 1 - Epic confronts Vitaly (Lacus) on his feelings for her.

“What do you want from me?”

It comes out in a whisper, the pain and exhaustion evident in Vitaly’s tone that Epic realizes she never once registered.

Her heart heaves.

“Let me ask you one thing. Please, Vita. Just one thing and I’ll leave it alone. We’re friends, aren’t we?” She swears, trying to ignore how her chest aches with each word leaving her mouth.

How the hell did it get to this point?

The purple-haired man before her sucks in a deep breath, but refuses to meet her eyes.

“I can’t promise you an answer.”

Epic bit down hard on her lip, studying him closely. Seeing him so serious, so pained and fearful… It's unnerving.

“Just let me try.”

She calmly waits for his response, and when he finally gives her a small nod, she begins to collect her thoughts silently. Glancing down at his hands gently resting on her waist, she can’t help but silently admire how close he’s allowed himself to stand with her as they slowly dance along the floor. Despite their heavy conversation, to anyone else, they would just seem like a couple enjoying their night.

I wonder if he’ll hold me like this again…

“What do you feel for me right now?”

“I can’t answer that.” Vitaly speaks immediately, like the very mention of his feelings centering her is a confidential subject that no one but himself is allowed access to.

It takes every fiber of her self control to fight down a whimper.

Scene 2 - Mika believes Ari loves Shinoa, so he tries to distance himself by being with other girls

“I’m your family, aren't I? So you don’t need them! I should be the only one in your life! Why would you want them when you have me? Am I… am I not good enough?”

“Mari,” Mikaela starts softly, his heart cracking from the look in the raven’s eyes alone. “I don’t think you understand… It’s different. I can’t use you like I use them.”

I can’t use your emotions as a toy…

“I don’t care what it is!” Amaris sobs, squeezing his eyes shut. His fists tremble by his sides and for a moment, Mikaela braces himself for a hit. “You can use me for it! I love you, Mika!”

Mikaela freezes.

Time stops.

The world pauses spinning on its axis.

He didn’t just say that… did he?

The blond’s heart thuds painfully against his chest. Amaris rarely ever cries and he usually only does when he’s scared of losing something that means everything to him. So perhaps he does mean it?

No, his shattered mind refuses to believe it… But his self control had already been shattered the moment those three words left his mouth.

“You have no idea what you just asked for.”

Mikaela barely managed to push out the words before his lips met Amaris’s in an explosive fury. They melded together like the blond’s life depended on it. One of his hands pressed Amaris to himself while the other tangled itself in his soft, raven locks. Amaris held stiff as a board, letting out choked sounds as he attempted to pull out of Mikaela’s death grip. Every inch of the blond’s being burned as he finally yanked himself away from the subject of his affections, no longer managing to hold back his tears.

Even after saying all that… Amaris still didn’t kiss back.

“S-See?” Mikaela chokes, placing plenty of distance between his burning throat and the stunned Amaris. “S-So you don’t want something like that from me. J-just leave me alone, Mari.”

Mikaela turns to make his leave when a cold hand suddenly grips his wrist desperately. His eyes grew wide, a chill racing up his spine. He doesn’t even need to ask to know exactly who it belongs to.

But why is he stopping me?

Mikaela wants to jerk his hand away, but he can’t. Fear paralyzes him. He wants to look up and glare at Amaris, curse at him, yell at him, something. But Amaris’s one simple action renders him powerless.

“Mika… please, look at me.” No. “Please. It’s okay. I’m begging you, just look at me.”

I can’t.

Amaris slowly draws his arms around Mikaela, making it clear that he holds no intentions of letting go until his wish is fulfilled. Mikaela closes his eyes in misery, tears dripping uselessly onto the floor beneath their trembling bodies.

I hate myself.

Scene 3 - Epic and Vitaly's first meeting (Essie and Monika are characters to be discovered later on)

“I was right… you’re in here!”

A shocked yelp escapes Epic’s lips as the doors slam open, revealing the lean purple-haired lamia she’s been running from. Epic snarls at him, trying to ignore the way her knees betray her, trembling in the armor from her fright. She glances down at her hands, curling them into fists with the lack of her axe.

You have no weapon, meaning you can’t access Monika. In a fight between brute strength, you stand no chance against him.

You can’t rely on Essie. We have no idea what she’s capable of.

Even if you tried to run, it would be no use. You could try to take his weapon, but you can’t even figure out how to use the damn thing.

So what can you do?

“I found you! So this is where you’ve been hiding.”

The female backs up until her posterior hits the wall, watching the lamia before her closely. She slowly glances around the room, searching frantically for any other means of escape.

“There’s nowhere to run, kitten. I’ve got you cornered.” He practically purrs, enjoying the hopelessness beginning to flit across her orbs. He slowly began to approach Epic, his bow flexing with every movement. A frightened look flashes across her face as she tries to take another step back only to remember she has nowhere else to go. A playful smirk pulls the corners of his lips upward, crimson gaze looking at her trembling form like a cat to a mouse.

“How cute,” he muses. “That’s an adorable expression.”

One of complete, unshuttered fear.

As he advances, Epic steps to the side in an attempt to create some distance, only to stumble and fall onto the mattress beneath her feet. Before she even has a chance to sit back up, the purple-haired lamia slams her wrists back down onto the bed. His knee sinks into the mattress as he hovers above her, face dangerously too close for comfort. Epic’s breath hitches.

This is the first time she’s managed to get a good look at him. She hasn’t ever really paid attention to any of the lamia before, but now…

Glowing crimson orbs with dark lashes adorned his porcelain complexion, lips stretched into an attractive smirk that seemed to be tattooed onto his face. Medium length, vibrant purple hair fell from his head. The stray strands that weren’t secured to the back of scalp framed his cheeks elegantly with one side just a little shorter than the other.

A faint blush rose to her cheeks against her will.

Damn. Why does he have to be so handsome?

“Let go of me, you bastard!” Epic writhed beneath him as a last resort, trying desperately to thrash out of his grip through force. She instantly stopped, however, when he suddenly squeezed her wrists with warning, eliciting a whimper from her throat. His eyes narrow.

“Watch it. I’ll break your wrists.”

His threat silences her. She’s not risking any more injury to her person. She stays quiet, but forces herself to stare directly into his eyes.

If he’s going to kill me, then he’s going to watch me every second of it.

He tsked. “You’re a feisty one, aren’t you? Don’t find too many like you nowadays. No wonder everyone’s so intrigued by you. Aren’t you even going to bother asking my name after making me chase after you all day?” Epic stays silent until he releases a borderline-annoyed sigh. “Ah! You’re no fun! I’m Vitaly.”

Epic’s brows furrow. Vitaly. What a gorgeous name…

For such a horrendous person.

“Vita…” He hears her mumble, repeating the name back. He smiles, but it’s full of nothing but malice.

“Yes, kitten? Well, what’s your name? It’s rather rude if you don’t extend the same courtesy.”

Epic grits her teeth. “Don’t play games with me. You clearly know who I am.”

Vitaly smirks triumphantly. “Ah, there’s that attitude! True, I know who you are. But I’d much rather hear it from you.”

“...Epic.”

“Hm, Epic? Cute name.” Knowing she wouldn’t resist much more, Vitaly releases one of her wrists to gently caress her cheek. Epic flinches in response.

“Oh, come on. Don’t be afraid of me…” He sings, orbs emitting a mischievous glint. “I’m not going to hurt you…”

Epic freezes.

He’s not?

Scene 4 - teasers of Epic and Kerenza (Akane) moments ;)

Fluff...

“My dearest Kerenza!” Epic dramatically bowed before the redhead, holding out her hand. “Would you do me the honor of marrying me?”

A dark blush coated Kerenza’s cheeks, heart thudding rapidly against her chest. A slow smile spread along her lips as she nervously tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

She gently placed her hand in Epic’s.

“I’d love to marry you, Epic.”

Now it’s Epic’s turn to blush.

Bittersweet...

“Promise me.”

“Epic-”

“Promise. Me.” Epic slowly turned to face Kerenza, a look of absolute heartbreak written in her irises.

“Please.”

Kerenza pressed her lips into a thin line, before offering the whitenette a soft smile.

"I promise, Epic. We'll get out of here together."

...Well...

Epic tightened her grip on the bleeding girl in her arms, sobbing with each slip of life she felt leave her with every passing second.

“R-Renza, come on, stay with me.” Epic pleaded brokenly.

This has to be a dream.

God, please. PLEASE. Let me wake up. Let us wake up cuddled up together in that rickety attic once more. Let me know those old floorboards and cooking dinner by her side. Let me know fighting for our lives together.

Let me see her smile again.

Through the tears blurring her vision, Epic wasn’t able to see the redhead as she slowly strains her head up to be eye level with the albino.

By the time Epic blinked her tears to roll down her cheeks, all she could see was the loving hazel orbs of her best friend. Using the last threads of strength within her, Kerenza leaned in closer to her.

A sob ripped through Epic’s lungs just before Kerenza’s lips met hers.

Scene 5 - Ari wants Mika to marry him

“Don’t worry, I’ll definitely turn you back into a human, Mika.”

“You make everything sound so easy, but you should be thinking about your future rather than mine, Mari! Unlike me, you and Epic still have one…”

“Of course you have a future,” Amaris counters after a short minute of silence. Mikaela curiously meets his gaze, waiting for him to elaborate.

However, what he says next is something the blond could never have prepared himself for.

“Me.”

“...What?” Mikaela finds his mouth to suddenly be full of cotton, completely caught off guard. Memories of the time Amaris begged the blond to marry him flash through his mind, but that could have been nothing more than a desperate plea to get him to stay. He’s probably already changed his mind…

“Will you marry me, Mika?”

Mikaela’s heart stops.

The question leaves his lips in an uncharacteristically soft voice. Amaris watches closely as Mikaela quickly lifts his head from his chest, looking at him with a beyond surprised expression.

“W-What? Why?!” Is all he can manage to gasp, trying his best to contain the blush clearly adorning his cheeks. Amaris can’t help smiling at his adorable attempts to keep his composure. The proposal’s making him flustered in the cutest way.

“Why not?” He tilts his head to the side in confusion, adoring gaze never once wavering from Mikaela, only making him even more flustered.

“Because i-it’s not something you just randomly ask! When did y-you even think of that idea?”

“Well, before it was when you were threatening to leave me. But I just thought of it now too, and you never gave me your answer.”

Mikaela stares down in complete disbelief at his best friend. Not because of his spontaneity, but because of his absolute sureness. What makes him know for absolute certain that Mikaela is the one?

How can he be so sure that he wants Mikaela instead of someone else?

How can he love a monster?

Regardless, the blond can’t deny his pounding heart, reaching out to Amaris’s. The complete urge he feels to say yes. It’s not like it’s the craziest idea in the world after all, and more importantly…

He would have said yes the first time around.

“I love you, Mika.”

🤍🤍🤍

So... what do you think? ;)

🤍 a.a.

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Their Hero Academia -- Chapter 79: Drop the Bomb

Presenting the next installment of my on-going, nextgen, MHA fic! Earlier chapters can be found here

A snout pressed to the ground along the side of the road, where the highway gave way to more densely wooded country. Yes, that was the scent they were after, no mistaking it. Less than another day’s travel ahead. Lips curled back past sharp teeth, releasing a low growl of satisfaction. They had missed the departure of the students, all nestled into their transport and none the wiser that something was just behind them. It wasn’t a short journey from the school to their destination, but traveling cross country, a nearly straight line whenever they didn’t have to stop to find the scent again, made up considerable time. They did not tire. This terrain was what they were bred to cross. They moved back into the cover of the trees as they followed the smaller road, claws digging into the dirt as they pushed forward.

They’d be at the camp soon.

***

“Ooooh, that had to hurt,” Isamu winced.  

“I’ve told him he relies on his Quirk too much,” Midoriya replied, gazing at the scene before them through his fingers.  “Tell me he’s still breathing?”

“He’s groaning, Toshi,” Tokoyami said.  “He’ll be fine.”  She chirped a few times.  “I think.”

“She really hit him hard!” Frog-Shadow said, adding her own opinion from Tokoyami’s shoulder.

“Poor Shota,” Izumi said. “Still, he lasted longer than I expected him to.”

“Well… that was definitely something,” Boost-Rush said.  “Where’d you learn a move like that, Kaniyashiki?”

Kaniyashiki was busy helping Shinso back to his feet, but she looked over in the Rookie’s direction. “My Aunt Monika’s a police officer, sir,” she said, tossing off a salute with her free hand, before turning it into a crab-claw V.  “She taught me a lot of self-defense stuff.”

“Well, tell her she did a good job,” Boost-Rush said.  He looked to the larger group of U.A. and Shiketsu students.  “And I think that’s our best example so far of why being able to fight without your Quirk is important.  Shinso here has one of the most powerful Quirks in either class, and Kaniyashiki laid him out in two moves.”

The morning’s instruction had largely been focused on Quirkless exercises, directed by Boost-Rush. The powerfully-built Rookie was an extremely good hand-to-hand combatant, though he’d admitted that Doc Clock was even better than he was, something which had gotten Aizawa beaming with pride for all of about three seconds before his natural resting grump face had taken back over.  Boost-Rush had put them through a number of exercises, before he’d set them up sparring. Eventually, they’d break off into pairs, but for now, they were also getting a bit of a show out of it, as he called different combinations to spar against each other and demonstrate what they’d learned so far.  

A few students, mostly those with heavy mutation-type Quirks like Shoji and Bondo, had largely been exempted, and would get some other specialized instruction, since their Quirks were more innate Mutant types.  Ground Zero, Aizawa, and a couple of the other Rookies were with them.  Some of the others had also been peeled off for other types of training with some of the other Rookies.

He had to admit, though, it had been especially exciting when Boost-Rush had opened it with Kana against Kimiko Ojiro.  As the two best martial arts in any of the classes, it had made sense.  It hadn’t been one hundred percent Quirkless, since Ojiro couldn’t turn off her invisibility, but she’d wrapped her arms and legs, donned gloves, and wore the visor from her costume so that Kana would have a decent idea of where her limbs and face were.

It had been, in a word, spectacular.  And not in a “two attractive girls fighting” sort of way (Though he��d be lying if he completely denied that part.  His girlfriend was very hot.  And also very scary when she went full out like that.  He was starting to realize the comparisons to Kirishima-Bakugo weren’t entirely inaccurate.), but also in a “two incredibly skilled people giving it their all” sort of way.  Kana’s style was more aggressive than Ojiro’s, focusing on powerful strikes and kicks, while Ojiro focused on speed and repeated strikes to confuse and disorient. Both of them were absolutely on the top of their game and on a completely different level than just about anyone else.  Shiro Monoma had watched the whole thing with rapt attention.

“That,” Shinso said, “was so cool!  She just grabbed my wrist, and the next thing you know, bam!  I’m on the ground!”   He stared at the 1-B girl with wide eyes.  “You’ve got to teach me how to do that!”

That got a groan from Isamu, Midoriya, and Tokoyami.  That would be Shinso all over.  The kid was trying really hard lately, had been ever since the end of their Internships, but at that end of the day, he was still a ray of sunshine fanboy.  Somethings just never changed.  

Kaniyashiki threw back her head and let out a laugh.  “Sure thing, shorty.”

“Hey!” Shinso said, crossing his arms as a grumpy look spread across his face.  “I’m not that short!”  Of course, he was the shortest one in the class, but he was also several months younger than most of them too…

“Anyway,” Boost-Rush went on, “next up, we’ve got… Haimawari against Awase!”

“Oh boy…”

***

Since he was dating their Class Representative, Isamu had gotten to know several of the members of Class 1-B reasonable well, and several more of them in passing.  Bondo, Kaniyashiki, and Fukidashi were some of Kana’s best friends. The first two were a terrible twosome, usually cracking jokes and up to some small measure of no good, and both of them really loved antagonizing Monoma.  And he had yet to determine whether or not Fukidashi was legitimately crazy or just extremely differently wired. He’d been surprised, though, to learn her mother was the support equipment designer, Bibimi Kenranzaki. Though honestly, that may have explained some of her more extreme tendencies.

He’d had several pleasant and lengthy conversations with the bat-like Koumori about music.  Koumori’s musical choices tended themselves more to rock than pop, but they’d found some common ground in that both of them had an appreciate for the horse-headed American rock duo, Wild Stallions.  And the giant Fukui seemed to be able to get along well with anyone.  He’d even managed to make sure there were no hard feelings with the force field generating Kido, even after he’d bested him at the Sports Festival.

Hell, he’d even managed to have a couple civil conversations with Monoma.  Even if the blond also did a lot of “I’m watching you” gestures at him when he thought no one else was looking.

Awase, on the other hand, he didn’t really know.  The Vice Class Representative was studious and not particularly talkative.  He’d probably said hello to him in passing, but beyond that, he didn’t know him.  Awase was dark-haired and athletically built and, if Isamu remembered right, his Quirk had something to do with being able to fuse his molecules with other substances, taking on their properties.  Not that that would matter much in a Quirkless spar.

He stepped into the circle that had been set up for sparring, watching Awase as he did the same.

“You can do it!” he heard Shinso call out, bringing a smile to his face.

“Show them what 1-B’s made of, Awase!” And that would be Monoma, as expected.

“You’ve got this, Isamu!” He heard Kana call out.  Followed by, “What?  He’s my boyfriend.  I’ve got to support him.”  Which was probably her defending herself against Monoma.

Awase dropped into a fighting stance, hands up, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet.   Isamu on the other hand, dropped lower, legs spread wide, arms flared out to his sides.  Even without his Quirk, his style was never going to be about all out brawling. Keep it fast and loose.  He didn’t have the raw strength to do otherwise.

“Are you both ready?” Boost-Rush asked.

“Yes, Sensei,” Awase said simply.

“I’m ready,” he agreed.

“Then begin!”

Awase didn’t make any sounds as he charged forward, but he was telegraphing his right hook pretty badly. Isamu dropped all the way to the ground, like he would when using his Quirk and pivoted, swinging his leg out. It connected solidly with Awase’s leg, tripping him up and knocking him down.

But Awase was just as quick to spring back up, and Isamu got back to his feet, back-peddling away from a flurry of punches.  “Oooffff!” All the air got knocked out of him as one of Awase’s punches connected with his stomach.  Guy definitely had a lot of power behind him, even without his Quirk.

Isamu wasn’t completely helpless though, and he managed to get his hands up and ward off the next punch, just like Midoriya had taught him before the Sports Festival.  He managed to fire off a few rapid fire punches of his own, putting Awase back on the defensive.  Isamu had a few inches on the other boy and his arms and legs were longer too.  It gave him a reach advantage that he pressed, throwing a couple more strikes to unbalance him.

Unfortunately, Awase was quicker on the recovery than he expected, delivering a punch that set his head spinning back around.  He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his blurring vision as Awase came in for another round of strikes.  

This time, Isamu was able to dodge, bobbing this way and that, leaning and ducking out of reach of Awase’s blows.  When he was fighting with his Quirk, he relied on movement, keeping out of the way, and staying just long enough to get a couple of hits in.  There was no reason not to apply the same principle to Quirkless fighting.

“Stand still, dang it!” Awase shouted, after he’d missed with yet another blow.

“Ah,” Isamu said, “how about no?”  He dodged again, ducking under another blow.  His picked up his speed a little, so that he continued to circle Awase, letting him wear himself out trying to keep up and throwing blows.  The other boy should have been aiming for where he was going to be, but instead kept trying to catch him, which resulted in most of his blows being too slow to hit anything or only scoring a glancing hit.

So he kept it up, dodging several more blows that way.  Awase was definitely slowing down, starting to tire.  So when he launched his next blow, Isamu moved as though to duck and dodge to the left, but instead came up with an uppercut, knocking Awase down once more (And ow, ow, ow, boy did that leave his hand smarting!).

“He did it!  He did it!”  Isamu heard Shinso shout, before hearing Tokoyami try to quiet him.

Awase let out a groan, before slowly getting back up to his feet.  “Dang,” he grunted.  “You’re fast as heck even without your Quirk.”  Isamu could already see a bruise forming where he’d punched him.  For a moment, things seemed like they were going to get tense, but Awase nodded decisively.  “Good job.  Easy to see why you won the Sports Festival.”

He offered a hand, and Isamu took and shook it, trying very hard to take the praise.  He still had a lot of trouble believing his own win, even months out.  But he was getting that self-confidence up.  “Thanks,” he said.

The sound of applause broke the moment.  “Good job, both of you,” Boost-Rush said.  “Go see Bioshock if you feel like you need it.”

The Hero looked down at his clipboard.  “Okay, next… Let’s have Kirishima-Bakugo and Tatsuma.”

***

Katsumi may not have had Papa’s shark-teeth, but she’d been told that her grin was very frightening indeed. Right now, her grin seemed to be so scary that several of her classmates and 1-B students were actively backing away from her.  Sero had, in fact, let out a rather high-pitched shriek and leaped into Tensei Iida’s arms.   At least Izzy had stayed by her side.

“You’re being deliberately frightening again,” Izzy said.  There was a disapproving tone in her voice and Katsumi did feel a little bad about that.  Disappointing Izzy was not something she liked doing.  Maybe she could live with it for this the chance to teach the Shiketsu girl a lesson.

The giant girl was giving her a look that seemed to match her own.  She stepped into the ring and for the smallest of moments, Katsumi wondered if she wasn’t biting off more than she could chew.  Tatsuma’s overall build was comparable to her own.  Both of them were muscular, especially for women, though Katsumi’s build was the result of rigorous training and hard work.  She couldn’t tell it that was the case for Tatsuma or if it was related to her Quirk, not that she knew what that was. But Tatsuma had considerable height, reach, and weight on her.  Katsumi was the second shortest person in the class, only barely taller than the Loud Kid. But it wouldn’t be Womanly to step away from a fight, no matter how big the other person was.

She didn’t know what Tatsuma’s deal was, why she thought she was so much better than U.A. students. Izzy had said something about Tatsuma having a good reason, but she also didn’t especially care.  You disrespect her, you disrespect her friends, her school, she’d kick your ass, plain and simple.

“I look forward to educating you,” Tatsuma said.  She cracked her knuckles.  It was noisy. Definitely a show of intimidation. Katsumi approved of the strategy. If she was anyone else, it might have worked.  But she was too damn tough to be scared by some wannabe from some pretentious school like Shiketsu.  

“You can try,” Katsumi shot back. She rolled her neck casually, tensing the muscles in her arms. No backing down.  Never let them think they can intimidate you.  And give back as good as you got.  She shot back with a glare of her own.  It’d be a lot more satisfying to unleash some explosive hell on her, but punching would do pretty nicely.

“Oh hell no, this isn’t happening.”

Katsumi spun around, realizing it was Vanish Veil who had spoken.  What the hell?  This was like the time Toshi had tried to tell her that picking her battles didn’t mean she could pick all of them.  Why were people so opposed to her using violence on the deserving?

“You two’ll kill each other and nobody’ll learn anything,” Vanish Veil said, crossing her arms.  She sounded more annoyed than anything, but there was a little of what sounded like concern in her voice too.

“Don’t think I can take her, Old Lady?” Katsumi snapped.

“I told your dad I wouldn’t let you cause a scene, Brat,” Vanish Veil snapped back.  Katsumi’s usually ability to wind Mahoro up was failing her here, it seemed.  Damn it.

“You have a problem with my teaching choices?” Boost-Rush asked, approaching Vanish Veil. Katsumi could nearly hear the sneer in his voice. If she didn’t already know he was a Monoma, that would have confirmed it.

“Only when you don’t get the memo,” Vanish Veil told him flatly.  She walked over and poked him hard in the chest with a finger.  Her twintails swayed with the motion.  “Pick somebody else, you sanctimonious ass.”

Boost-Rush just laughed at that.  He was wearing his helmet, but Katsumi could hear the smugness in his voice.  “Oh, if you insist,” he said, sounding as though he was the one doing Vanish Veil a favor.  “Still… how about Park?”

Vanish Veil seemed to be weighing her options there, her mouth set in a frown.  “Yeah, okay… that’ll probably be all right…”

***

Well, at least she’d get to show up one of those Shiketsu kids, Katsumi thought.  Windbag was all right in extremely small doses, but the rest of them could go hang. Definitely time someone knocked one of them down a peg and she was very good at knocking.  Didn’t really matter which.   Could have just as easily been the pretty boy cat guy.  He’d have probably been real satisfying to punch.

Park…  Hmm.   Katsumi considered herself pretty decent at reading people.  Tatsuma was simmering fury, waiting to erupt, buried just barely below the surface.  A lot like herself, really.  Not that she’d admit that to anyone.  She went from zero to one hundred in no time, even when the situation didn’t really call for it.  It was pretty much a family trait.  She had it, Dad had it, the Hag had it.

Park, though, Park was a quieter kind of angry.  A cold one. As Katsumi began sizing her up, she wondered, possibly for the first time in her life, if she hadn’t bitten off more than she could chew.

“And begin!” Boost-Rush called out.

Katsumi got her hands up and she and Park circled each other cautiously, both looking for an opening. She’d taken some different martial arts classes as a kid and she had had plenty of instruction from Dad and Papa, Uncle Deku, and even Ojiro’s dad.  But overall, her style mostly focused on single, powerful moves, putting someone down with just a punch or two.  It was best to take them out before they had a chance to be a threat.  

“DIE!” she bellowed, throwing the first punch, a powerful left handed strike that had a lot of her weight behind it.  

Park sidestepped her blow and came in close.  Her hand snapped out and grabbed into the shirt of Katsumi’s gym uniform.  Before she could even react, Park’s leg shot up, slamming into her side several times in rapid succession.  Katsumi let out a growl and managed to shove her away, buying herself a little space.

“Okay,” she snarled.  Her side was protesting furiously as she kept moving. “You got one in. Congratulations.  But that’s all you’re going to get.”

Park’s expression didn’t change much, but one eyebrow raised slightly, as if to say I disagree.  She calmly took a couple side steps, her eyes maintaining that cold indifference. “Angry already? If being struck upsets you, then you’re aspiring to the wrong profession.”

Katsumi knew the other girl was trying to get in her head.  But knowing that didn’t make her any less angry about it.  “I don’t know about you,” she growled, “but I was born to fight.”  She shouldn’t have been talking either, she knew.  Wasted breath.  Maybe it worked for some people, like Horse Girl.  Katsumi would, under duress, admit that Mineta had made provocation a weapon she could use.  But that wasn’t her.

She charged, throwing a right hook at Park’s head.  Park’s head shot to the left, her hand coming up and grabbing Katsumi’s wrist. In a single fluid motion, she bent and twisted it. Pain shot up her arm light a bolt of lightning, overriding her rage, overriding everything except for the white-hot sensation of pain.  It felt like her wrist was one small increment of pressure away from snapping like a twig.

“I’m aware this would likely not work if you could use your Quirk, but since our esteemed instructors insist on this human cockfighting, I might as well emphasize their point. Though I suppose with your Sports Festival, you’re used to bread and circuses.” She twisted it more. “Perhaps if they bothered with a more extensive self-defense course this wouldn’t be necessary.”

Pain shot up Katsumi’s arm so intensely that she had to grind her teeth hard to keep from crying out. No way she’d give Park the satisfaction of hearing her scream.  What the hell kind of fighting style was this?  Aunt Ochaco had done a lot of the grab and flip stuff, but…

At least she still had her other hand free.  With Park’s attention on her other arm, Katsumi brought her left hand in low for a body blow.

Park saw the blow coming and released the hold, but she wasn’t not fast enough to dodge all of it. She let out a small growl as Katsumi’s strike connected, though it was more of a solid graze than a full hit. She moved with the dodge, twisting and sending a kick up at Katsumi’s head.

Even if she wasn’t using a Quirk, Katsumi had to admit that Park was fast.  Deceptively powerful too.  She might have been impressed, if she wasn’t so damned angry.  She saw the blow coming, fortunately, moving out of the way.  Her right arm still hurt from the wrist grab, meaning her options were limited, but she knew how to play through the pain.  She faked left, throwing a couple blows to try and get Park moving the way she wanted, then followed up with a roundhouse kick from the right.

Park had obviously been expecting punches, and hadn’t expected Katsumi to throw a proper kick. As she made to defend against the punches, the kick sent her down. She gathered herself quickly and rolled so that she came to be resting on the soles of her feet.

“That had to have been learned outside class.”  Her look was harsh, judgmental somehow. “Makes sense with the amount of enemies the child of a pro hero has.”

Park got up, her eyes narrowing. “But how will that do against someone who’s had enemies the moment they were born?” She darted toward Katsumi, looking to launch a kick, but instead threw a straight-forward punch like something out of a street fight.

Okay, what the hell was that supposed to mean?!  And sure, they’d all had some basic self-defense lessons, some of them more than others.  You heard horror stories about the kids of Pro-Heroes being threatened or kidnapped. A few of them had even come damn close to it.

The punch hurt, leaving Katsumi seeing stars, her vision swimming.  “You haven’t rung my bell yet,” she growled in the direction of what she hoped was the actual Park.  The world was spinning and it felt like a struggle to stay upright, but she forced herself to keep fighting.

She moved quickly this time, throwing one punch after another.  Not too much style, but plenty of power.  Park was good and, as much as it pained her to admit it, more technically proficient than she was.  But she had more raw power than the other girl.  She just needed one really good punch to make an end of it.

Park dodged the punches, attempting to once more grab and twist Katsumi’s arms. This time, she was ready for that crap and kept herself moving too quickly to be caught. Katsumi’s style may have been straightforward, but the speed was forcing Park to stay on the defensive.

***

‘This is stupid. Beating each other for the sake of some trite lesson that could easily be fixed with a proper martial training program. Look at them: So self-important while others are thrown aside.’ Park’s thoughts raged through her mind. She cast a glimpse once more at Boost-Rush. ‘Alright you son of a bitch. You put a child in this situation.  Don’t whine at me when the expected happens.’

***

Park darted as if dodging again, but grabbed the waistband of Katsumi’s pants, using the leverage to throw her down. It was a hard, bone rattling impact that knocked her senseless for a moment.  Katsumi’s first instinct, drilled into her, is to protect her head, but Park snarled and instead threw a kick at her back.

The kick hurts, Katsumi’s damn sure that was one of her kidneys.  The pain kept her down even as she tried to get herself back up.  There wasno way she’s going to let herself be beaten like this.  She’s one of the toughest damn U.A. students there is.  Daughter of two Top Ten Heroes.  Practitioner of the Art of Womanly Living.  And when it comes to a fight, she doesn’t quit.  Ever.

“You’re going down!” she screams, forcing herself back to her feet, swinging wildly.

“That’s my line.” Park dodged to the side again.  Her arm shot out like a stone from a sling and grabbed Katsumi’s arm, wrapping her fingers around it in an iron grip.  She twisted it, and used the momentum to drive Katsumi into the ground. Park hung onto her arm this time, pulling it back and locking in her grip behind Katsumi’s back.

***

A little more torque and she could easily break it. For a moment she felt herself wanting to. To share even a small ounce of the suffering. She looked into the crowd, and saw the kind rock girl who shared her faith. Akaya. She looked concerned and scared for her classmate.

“I’m not as good a Christian as I’d like to be.” She had told Akaya that. She turned away from her, looked at Katsumi’s struggling face, then looked back at the U.A. students and Rookies. She let go of Katsumi.

***

“This is stupid. Find another pawn.” Park then got up and walked toward her classmates, then past them entirely.   Tatsuma tried to stop her, but she brushed her off.

Katsumi forced herself to her feet, her limbs absolutely aching.  “Get… get back here,” she started to growl, eyes locked on Park’s retreating form.  “I… I can do this… all day…”

She couldn’t lose to some pretentious Shiketsu brat.  And she definitely wasn’t losing to someone who wouldn’t even stick around to assure their victory.  Who just gave up in the middle of a fight like that?  Especially one they were winning?  None of it added up.

Wasn’t she worthy of fighting?  Or finishing off?  

What the hell was wrong with Park?!

Someone helped her to her feet.  It was the Old Lady.  Of course. “I’m fine,” she grunted.  A lie.  She was not fine.  She didn’t think anything was broken, but she could practically feel the bruises growing in all kinds of uncomfortable places.  There was still pain radiating from where she’d been kicked and she was still seeing double.  

“You’re not fine,” Vanish-Veil said, sounding guilty.  “C’mon. We’ll get you to my brother. Hopefully before your dad finds out about this…”

***

“She… she lost,” Toshi said, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them.  The fight had been incredibly short, but incredibly brutal. It’d been deeply uncomfortable, even unsettling to watch. He’d wanted to intervene, no matter how much Katsumi would have yelled at him for it, but the sheer brutality had left him paralyzed where he stood.  He was sure if it hadn’t been so quick, the Rookies surely would have intervened…/

It was only then that he realized that his arm was hurting and had been for some time. “Izumi…?”

“What?  Oh!  Oh my…!” Izumi quickly released her death grip on his arm and he could feel the circulation returning to it. Izumi was willowy and often looked like she’d blow over in a strong breeze, but she apparently had ferocious grip strength.  “I’m so sorry, Toshi…”

He shook his head. “It’s okay.  I think we were all a little shellshocked.”

“I don’t believe it,” Haimawari said.  He was shivering, Toshi realized, and then realized he was too.  Izumi must have been drawing in heat as she’d grown more and more frightened for Katsumi.  “I saw it, but I still don’t believe it.”

Toshi never would have thought it possible either.  He’d seen Katsumi lose, of course.  The two of them were about evenly matched when they’d sparred in the past and he’d won about as many as he lost.  And, of course, Katsumi had lost against Izumi during the Sports Festival.  But those had been friendly competitions, between people who had known each other for years.  This had been different.  This had been a beating.

Both Katsumi and Park had been looking to prove something, even if he wasn’t entirely sure what it was for Park.  He knew already, that Tatsuma didn’t think especially high of them.  But it didn’t look like Park did either.  He’d spent of a lot of time thinking over Tatsuma’s reasons for disliking the Hero System and what this class represented, and was still grappling with those.  But he didn’t know what drove Park, not yet.  

Katsumi, he knew, just wanted to prove she was better than the Shiketsu students. They’d gone after her pride and she really wasn’t the best decision maker where that was concerned.

He was also fairly certain this wasn’t something he could fix, wasn’t something he could make right. That was a hard admission for him to make.  Dad had always said you couldn’t save everyone but that you still had to try. He’d thought maybe he could still try here, but after this…

Katsumi was his friend. And she was confident and powerful. She was one of the best fighters in the class, with a strong Quirk and an iron will.  Even in friendly sparring with him, she just took every loss as a way to get stronger still.  To see her humbled like that…

“Is it over?”  Shota asked.  Toshi looked over and jerked with surprise as he saw that Shota had his eyes scrunched up tight, with his hands over his ears.

Asuka put a reassuring arm around his shoulders.  “It’s all right,” she told Shota, gently removing his hand from over his right ear with her other hand.  “You can look now.”

“She didn’t win, did she?”

“I am afraid not,” Asuka replied.  

“This will not be good,” Izumi said, worry filling her soft voice.  “Even though her injuries can be treated, Katsumi will treat this as a grievous wound to her pride and a personal insult besides.  She won’t let that go any time soon.  And I fear what she may try in retaliation.”

“She’s right,” Asuka said. She chirped softly and worriedly. “Izumi, Toshi, you know her the best. What do we do?”

Toshi frowned. Tatsuma and Katsumi had been ready to tear each other apart, before Aunt Mahoro had intervened.  She hadn’t objected to Park, but…

If they didn’t do something to try and buy a little peace with the Shiketsu students, then someone was just going to get hurt worse.  

Looking around, he could see, not just the concern, but the anger, on so many of his classmates’ faces. Even many of the 1-B students looked disturbed by it, especially Monoma and Kana.  

Of the Shiketsu students, only Tatsuma and Yoarashi were there.  Park had walked off somewhere, and Tsuchikawa and the spider-girl were with one of the other training groups.  Tatsuma was looking vaguely smug and satisfied, though Toshi couldn’t help but notice that she was also looking off in the direction Park had left. Yoarashi had gone pale and oddly quiet. Toshi didn’t know him as well as some of his friends, but he’d still known him for years.  Yoarashi didn’t do quiet.

If they didn’t do something to try and make peace with the Shiketsu students, someone was going to get hurt.

Get hurt worse, he realized, as Aunt Mahoro led Katsumi away.

“Oookay,” Boost-Rush said, much of his earliest bravado gone.  “That’s… that’s enough direct sparring for today.  Why don’t we break into small groups to work on what’ve learned so far.”

A stupid, desperate plan dropped into his mind.  He couldn’t exactly slip away, but… “I hate to ask you to lie,” Toshi whispered to Izumi, “but…”

Izumi nodded.  She grasped his plan without him having to even say it.  They’d been friends a long time.  He wasn’t as close to her as Katsumi was, he wasn’t sure anyone could be as close as the two of them were, but Izumi was still one of his best friends.  Hell, after a hopeless childhood crush on Nejire Togata, he’d had a crush on Izumi for a little while too, though he’d never worked up the courage to ask her out or anything.  If nothing else, Katsumi’s looming presence in both their lives had made it clear if anyone really loved Izumi, it was her.

“I do believe I’m feeling a bit of a flare up,” she said, stretching exaggeratedly.  I should probably go get checked out.”

***

Izumi arrived at the first aid station that Bioshock had set up.  The Metabolic Hero was laying hands on Katsumi as she approached and she could see her friend’s bruises start to fade already and a bit of her color return. Bioshock’s Quirk was not quite the cure-all that Doctor Izumi’s was, but it was still very effective.  She knew now, from what she had read, that he had run himself ragged during Plague’s assault on Japan, pushing himself nearly to death’s door until Uncle Izuku and his sister had literally had to drag him away from the hospital wards.  

“Okay,” Bioshock told Katsumi, “I think that should be good.  Nothing broken, thank goodness.”  His features darkened.  “What the hell was Boost-Rush thinking?  Dammit…”

He shook his head, his eyes going wide as he realized he’d spoken out loud.  “My apologies.  That was unprofessional.”

Katsumi waved him off. “Eh, you said what you said, Doc. Own it.”  Her red eyes had locked with Izumi’s.  For all the fierceness and bravado Katsumi put on for the rest of the world, Izumi could easily tell when she was faking it.  Such as now.

“Oh, hey, Todoroki,” Bioshock said when he noticed her.  “Everything all right?”

“I’m feeling a bit fatigued,” Izumi told him.  She spoke each word carefully, trying to project some measure of exhaustion into her voice.  She was tired, but not that tired.  “I fear this new schedule is playing havoc with my body.”

Bioshock looked between her and Katsumi for a moment, then his expression changed ever so slightly. “Oh, sure,” he said.  “Let me go check the coolers, see if we’ve got anything with some electrolytes for you.  Why don’t you keep Kirishima-Bakugo company while I’m gone?”  He gave them a little wave as he walked off.

Katsumi just gave her a look as she took a seat next to her, in one of the small folding chairs.  It wasn’t especially comfortable, but that was of little importance.  “You are the worst liar I have ever met, Iz.”

“What?” Izumi asked. “But Bioshock…”

“He was humoring you, Iz.”

Oh.  Well.  She supposed that was all right.  She was still able to achieve her goal of getting to talk to Katsumi.  Though perhaps she could work on the lying? Heroes did need to sometimes, well, not exactly lie, but certainly project more hope and certainty than they might have been otherwise feeling.

“Are you all right?” she asked instead.  “Not physically,” she added quickly.  “That much I could see.”

Katsumi looked down at the dirt.  “That wasn’t a fight, Iz.”  The words were said so quietly that Izumi could barely hear her.  

“That level of brutality was well outside the bounds of a friendly spar,” she agreed.  “Though you too were quite ready to rise to violence.”

Katsumi’s head snapped up, a snarl starting to pull at her lips.  “Damn right I was.  Did you see the way that giant was looking down her nose at us?  She disrespected me and she disrespected the school.  I had to teach one of them a lesson.”

“Did you?” Izumi asked, when she was certain Katsumi’s rant had finished.  “Or were you just seeking conflict?”

“So I like a good fight,” Katsumi replied, looking rather annoyed still.  “Is that a crime?”

“How badly would you have hurt one of them?” Izumi asked instead.  Answering Katsumi’s question would do no good to anyone, and likely lead to a very circular conversation.  Sometimes you had to point Katsumi in the direction you wanted her to go. Even if you usually had to make her think it was her idea.

“Broken nose, maybe,” Katsumi said, shrugging.  “I just really wanted to punch one of them.”

She sighed.  “But that wasn’t a fight, Iz.  That was a damned beatdown.  She was toying with me.  Whatever damn style she was practicing, it’s damn good at causing a lot of pain.  And… she’s better than me.”

Katsumi trailed off. She’d said something, but so softly that Izumi couldn’t hear it.  “I’m sorry,” she said, “what?”

“I said she’s better than me!” Katsumi snapped.  “She could have kicked my ass from here back to U.A., up and down both sides of the street, easy.  But she wanted to make it hurt and she wanted to make sure everybody saw it.”  Her fists were clenched hard, her knuckles going white.  “This wasn’t even about putting me in my place.  She was making a damned statement.  Hell if I know what it was though…”

Katsumi bolted up out of her chair suddenly, grabbing it and spinning around sharply, letting it go flying through the air.  It landed several feet away, bouncing a few times before it finally stopped.   Izumi would give her friend credit: she’d expected it to explode.

Katsumi was visibly shaking and Izumi rose to embrace her.  Katsumi’s strong arms soon found their way around her and Katsumi’s head came to rest against her.  As Izumi held her, Katsumi’s shaking began to subside.  

“I’m supposed to be the toughest woman around here, Iz,” Katsumi said quietly, but there was a growing fire to her words.  “This isn’t over.”

Katsumi was right. For more reasons than she thought. If they didn’t do something soon, to try and bridge the gap between the two schools, things could very likely explode, in more ways than one.

[junejalow]

"Is everything okay?"

This fic is for thicciq who requested IQ/GSG9 with the prompt "Is everything okay?"

Honestly took me awhile to come up with something for this but I hope this is alright <3 Thank you for reading!

Chapter Text

The last two months had been hectic and rushed, It seemed like once a team was dropped off, another was being picked up at the same time. The White Masks were pulling one stunt after another. Everything seemed to be on the table right now, hostage situations, bomb threats, bank robberies, networks being hacked for information, well known people being targeted for assassination. The world was on high alert and for good reasons, they had never been hit like this back to back. It was almost like a last ditch effort to make a push against the world but they were also having trouble getting past Rainbow who shielded and protected everything and everyone they could from the terrorist's. But this is what Rainbow was brought back for, to serve and protect. IQ let a few thoughts linger, she loved her job and her teammates. Monika wouldn't give up her position for anything. This was her perfect area to work in, she could be her best with Rainbow and she was never alone. She rubbed at her tired eyes as she updated her Spectre, it had glitched out on her last deployment and it nearly cost her and Capitao their lives despite the injured ankle she gained from the C4 blast that rocked them. He didn't hold it against her, blaming it on the jammer the terrorist had set up to block them out from Ash and Thermite who had overseen the mission.

Her gaze settled on the crutches resting against the work table beside her as the dull ache in her ankle bit at her as a reminder that her gadget wasn't always reliable but she needed it to be. Never again, I won't let them jam my device again. IQ though to herself as she got back to work once the update finished, she was applying a thicker cover to the device to protect the electronics inside it. It also didn't help she currently had no one else from the GSG 9 to hang out with. Blitz, Glaz, Ace, Ying and Jackal were currently out on a hostage rescue operation somewhere in Florida while Bandit, Warden, Clash, Rook and Castle were out defending a VIP in Greenland that had been under an assassin's scope for a while now. Jager was busy flying teams to and from base, taking small naps in between the trips in his helicopter. She wished she could at least keep the pilot company but she had no flying experience and wouldn't be of any help to him. The door to the workshop suddenly swung open, causing the German woman to glance up from her work. She was greeted by Twitch who held two cups of steaming coffee. The French woman walked over and handed her a cup, earning a quiet thank you and smile. They simply sat in silence for a bit, Emmanuelle could easily find most of the operator's even if they didn't want to be found and could cheer them up within minutes of simply chatting or sitting with them with an offering of snacks and a drink but considering it was still very early in the morning snacks were out of the question. Doc would fuss at them about eating properly and avoid snacking or forcing them to do extra training with Rook and Montagne to work it off. Either way Twitch always waited for the other to speak first, most were glad for that but IQ wasn't sure what to say. She missed her team, all of them. She was out of the rotation for missions and resting for the other's she was sure would happen. "You are worried about them, yes?" Twitch asked with a smile, she had already been fully aware of the reason IQ stayed in certain parts of the base.

The workshop for a legitimate reason this morning and secondary familiarity of having to drag Jager away after over night stays working on his magpie, Bandit from the gym if he couldn't sleep due to nightmares or insomnia, pestering him to go visit Doc and finally Blitz from the training simulations, he was always worried his shield wouldn't go off at the right moment or it wouldn't be able to block everything the enemy had to offer. Monika felt like the big sister of the GSG 9, always worried and looking after them and they very much apricated it, even someone like Bandit. She nodded in reply, "Marius mostly, he hasn't slept a actual bed for almost three day's. He's been napping in his helicopter between transporting equipment and teams to different locations." "He'll be fine, Jager has spent nights in worse places before, besides he loves flying so he's living the dream right now." Emmanuelle chuckled, "Although I'm worried about Rook as well. He just got over a cold and he's back out on the field." "Really? He seemed okay and was his usual hyper self when they left out." "He just doesn't want anyone to worry but he's been in near daily contact with Doc just to make sure he's doing okay. Everyone should be back tomorrow afternoon at the latest." IQ smiled and nodded a bit, taking a much needed sip from her cooling coffee. She couldn't wait for them to get back and for Jager to get proper rest, despite Twitch's words she wouldn't rest either until her family was home safe and in the GSG 9 dorms but thankfully with a small spread of word around base they helped each other pass the time. Monika even got a lift cross the court from Tachanka who was going the same way instead of trying to navigate the busy hallways of the central area of the base. The recruits had been put into over work by some of the operator's around base, wanting to get work done and keep reports, paper work and equipment flowing for their friends out in the field. Tachanka carefully set the injured German down, allowing her to use his arm as support until she got her crutches under her good enough. "All good?" He asked with a smile tugging at his forest camo balaclava. "Ja, thank you for the help Alex." She replied with a grateful smile, earning a gentle pat on her shoulder from the giant man before he disappeared into the building to track down Kapkan over some subject he had been tasked with replying. Monika on the other hand worked her way around to the common room and spent a good few hours there, checking her phone for messages and replied to a few from Blitz and Bandit before getting distracted by a movie Mozzie and Gridlock were watching, enjoying it and laughing along with them until Mira and Twitch came to gather her, wondering if she wanted to come down them to greet everyone back. She nearly jumped at the chance before Mira reminded her of the injured ankle she had much to the German woman's frustration. They eased their way to the landing pad with Doc joining them halfway with his medical bag in tow just incase anyone was injured, he took a moment to inspect Monika's ankle before following them to the landing pad, dreading the injuries their friend's might be sporting. Usually he knew before hand but with the base in such a scramble he didn't have time to answer every call unless it was his personal cellphone only Harry and the other operator's had his number to. Jager's beloved helicopter came into view along the airstrip, swinging it around to land on the helipad with practiced skills. Once the blades died down and stilled the side door slid open as the exhausted operator's filtered out one at a time. Ace turned around after he hopped down to help Ying out, her left shoulder nestled in a sling. No one else seemed injured aside from dirt and grim sticking to them, possibly some scrapes and bruises from their jobs but otherwise they were in good health. Doc preformed a quick and thorough with each other before he escorted Ying to his infirmary with Ace in tow for a mission update on any injuries he tended to in the field. IQ pulled the GSG 9 crew into a large group hug despite protests from Bandit and Jager, both disliking close contact or public affection until Blitz who caged them in from the other side. Her family was finally home and safe, she held back her emotions until they returned to their dorm room. Mainly from the fact that Blitz had given her a piggy back ride all the way while Bandit carried her crutches without a word. His attention on bothering Jager who was trying to stifle yawns from lack of sleep. Once they reached the German dorms she was carefully sat down on her bed while the boy's left to get showers and change into more comfortable clothes. When they returned from the shower room they paused at the door to hearing soft sobbing and sniffling. Blitz shot the other two a look of concern which was promptly returned before he carefully opened the door to inspect the reason behind their teammate's crying. "Mein Freund, was ist los?" (My friend, what's wrong?) Elias asked softly as he knelt down in front of IQ who was hiding her face behind her hands. "It looks like you sprung a leak." He added after a moment, trying to lighten whatever burdened their teammate. He always tried to cheer them up the best he could. "Is everything okay?" Jager asked as he fidgeted with the swing on the front side of his sweat pants. He still had a hard time picking up on social que's but knew the air was a little heavy right now, watching Bandit take a seat beside their friend and gently bump her shoulder with his own. "Ich weiß, du hast uns vermisst, was sollen die Tränen?" (I know you missed us, what's with the tears?) Dominic said in a uncharacteristically soft tone, worry clear in his honey brown eyes. "J-ja... I missed all of you. I'm okay." IQ replied, wiping her tears away and gave them a genuine smile. She had her boy's back, everything was diffidently okay.

[qionow]

A Brief Introduction As To Why Tinder Sucks: As Told By Russia

i’m not even gonna try to defend myself with this one. you wanna see fem!america making fem!russia’s first tinder account??? you want 3k words about this shit??? let’s go y’all, enjoy some shenanigans 

“I do not understand the purpose of this.” 

“It’s in the name dude!” America barely glanced up from Russia’s phone, tapping away at the screen with a dexterity that made Russia’s head spin just to watch. “You need me to spell out what a dating app does?” 

Russia peered over America’s shoulder as she worked, leaning over from her seat at the desk chair in their hotel room in order to reach the bed. “I thought we were already dating.” 

“Yeah, but you’ve never used one of these before, and that’s like a 21st-century sin!” America huffed out. “Seriously, how the hell did you hook up with people?” 

“By talking to them.” 

America waved her off with a flick of her wrist.

“Whatever. You just gotta catch up with the times!” 

She squinted down at the screen for a moment, swiping through what seemed to be a few photos before she nodded to herself and held the phone up. “You like these?” 

Russia plucked the phone out of her hands, although she had to admit that she was surprised when she saw her own face looking back at her. “Where did you get these pictures?” 

“Saved them from your texts!” America reported cheerfully. “You got some real cute ones there!” 

Russia only hummed in acknowledgement, looking over the photos America had selected. They were nothing new, simply a few shots she had taken herself (upon America’s insistence) and a few that America had taken of her on their various outings. 

She was sure that there was some kind of determining factor behind them, whether it be the lighting or framing, but Russia chose to avoid going down that rabbit hole for the time being. 

“They will do.” 

“Sweet!” 

America snatched the phone back out of Russia’s hands before she could even get another word out, already back to typing furiously. 

“Alright, I’m gonna set you up so you get guys and girls,” she called out. 

Russia blinked. 

“Huh?” 

America glanced up in order to wave the phone around, as if that was an adequate explanation in and of itself. “For when you start weeding people out! You gotta get the full experience if you’re doing this!” 

Russia barely understood half of the words coming out of America’s mouth at this point, but she merely chose to smile and nod. That certainly seemed to be the right answer when America beamed at her before she busied herself with the rest of Russia’s profile. 

It didn’t take long before Russia’s phone was being handed back to her for her approval of the final product, which admittedly, wasn’t as bad as it could have been. The photos were decent enough, and America at least had the self-restraint to avoid putting any mocking jokes in. 

Russia briefly looked over it once before she nodded. “I forgot that you would need my human name for this,” she commented.

America only let out a boisterous laugh at that though, tossing her head back and sending her messy blonde hair flying across her face before she leaned back forward. “Well yeah dude! It’s kinda weird if you’re trying to hit on the whole country of Russia, y’know?” 

“You certainly did not have a problem with that.” 

“Not about me, shut up!” 

Russia giggled when America’s face quickly turned bright red, cheeks flushed before she could manage to wave her off. “I am sure it is not.” 

“Whatever!” America reached over to grab the armrest of Russia’s desk chair, yanking her in as she leaned over to see the screen. “Hurry up and start swiping!” 

Russia shook her head with a bemused smile, although she did follow America’s instructions and look down in order to judge the profile in front of her. 

She had to admit, with the competition sitting next to her, she doubted that any of these candidates would stand a chance. 

~~

“America?” 

Russia heard the sheets rustling behind her before a familiar weight draped itself over her back, arms looping around her neck as America peeked out from behind her. 

“What’s up dude?” 

Russia only stared at the screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard without ever typing anything out. “You said you chose both men and women, right?” 

America nodded her head, resting her chin on Russia’s shoulder. “Yeah, why?” 

Russia didn’t even know how to begin to explain that one. She didn’t even dare to say it out loud, opting instead to hold her phone up so America could see what she was currently dealing with. 

“Huh?” 

America squinted at the screen, blue eyes narrowing for a brief moment before they blew wide again. 

“Oh that’s a dick.” She let out a low whistle. “That’s just a full-on dick.” 

Russia quickly lowered the phone as soon as America started to speak, keeping it face down on her lap as she glanced back up at her. “Is this normal?” 

“I mean, pretty much,” she answered, returning her cautious stare with a nonchalant shrug. “Why, you just wanna see girls now?” 

“Yes please.” 

~~

Thankfully, that little incident had yet to repeat itself after America had changed the settings again, leaving Russia to look through the various profiles of other women in the area. 

There were some fairly attractive people around, but Russia still found it a little more difficult to choose between pictures presented to her. 

“Oh, she’s cute,” America murmured, voice muffled from her insistent use of Russia’s thigh as a pillow. 

Russia paused, tilting the screen down so America could get a clear view of the woman in front of her. “Her?” 

America nodded, squirming around in order to lay down on her back instead of her stomach. “Yup!” 

Russia hummed thoughtfully, studying the image again. The smiling face of Elizabeth Warren looked back at her, offering long brunette hair and pale skin covered up with a warm flannel. She certainly was pretty, but she wasn’t quite Russia’s type. 

“Maybe you should do this instead then,” she said, eventually settling on swiping right just for America’s input. 

America only snorted, bringing one hand up to wave it lazily in the air. 

“Not the point dude!” Her hand quickly dropped to land back on her stomach. “This is a learning experience or whatever!” 

“I didn’t know your vocabulary was that big.” 

Russia let out a quiet grunt when America smacked her arm, but even that wasn’t enough to stop the grin from spreading across her face. 

“Rude.” 

Russia shook her head, swatting away the last of America’s hits as she settled back down to focus on the screen. Each woman was attractive in her own way, but Russia just couldn’t really find the appeal in them when she already had America draped across her lap. 

Still, she did her best to sort through them, idly swiping away at the numerous profiles without much attention to detail. 

At least, until a certain profile forced her attention right back onto it. 

“America,” she started, eyes locked on her screen, “you said anyone can use this, right?” 

“Yup!” America glanced up at her, tilting her head with curiosity written all over her face. 

“You are certain about that?” 

“Of course I am!” America shot back. “Why would I be wrong?” 

This was something yet again that Russia couldn’t even hope to explain and once more, she relegated herself to showing America her phone so she could see the profile for herself. 

At first though, America only stared back at the picture without a single connection being made. 

“What’s wrong with her? She’s just-” 

Russia could have sworn she saw the moment the gears in America’s head started to turn, face going blank for a moment before her jaw dropped. 

“Is that Germany?” 

Russia was relieved that America came to the same conclusion she had, although there were relatively few conclusions to be made when faced with a muscular blonde named Monika Beilschmidt on Tinder. 

“I think so,” she finally answered with some hesitation. “I do not know who else it could be.” 

“Wait, wait, wait, wait.” America quickly reached up to snatch the phone out of her hands, pushing herself up as her eyes darted across the screen. “That can’t be her.” 

“It certainly looks like her,” Russia pointed out. 

America only waved her off though, focus narrowed solely onto the picture in front of her. “It’s probably a catfish or something.” 

“Germany does not hand her name out lightly.” Russia leaned back over in order to get a better look at the profile again. “It is very unlikely that someone would have both her picture and her true name.” 

“I mean, yeah, but-” America cut herself off to throw a hand out towards the screen. “That’s Germany! She only uses her phone to like, call her boss!” 

Russia merely shrugged. “Perhaps she is changing as well.” 

America opened her mouth and Russia could already see her argument forming before she snapped it back shut, turning instead to the phone with a new determination. “Oh just you fucking wait.” 

Russia furrowed her brow, but that quickly changed into a wide-eyed shock when America swiped right. 

“What are you doing?” she hissed, reaching over to snatch her phone back. 

America firmly kept herself out of reach though, twisting around to avoid Russia’s hands as she started to type. “I’m gonna prove that this isn’t Germany!” 

“America, no!” 

Russia’s protests went unheeded though and eventually, there was nothing she could do but watch as America sent the first text. 

do you know when the meeting starts tomorrow?

She managed to get her phone back too late, staring at the screen with horror before she glared at America. “Amelia, I am going to-” 

“It’s not even her! Chill, dude!” America motioned back towards the screen. “Whoever it is won’t even know how to answer that! Just wait!” 

Russia certainly had some thoughts on that little piece of advice, but those quickly went out the window when her phone buzzed in her hand. 

9 in the morning, although I expect people to start arriving around 8:45. 

Also, I must emphasize that there are other ways to contact me if you have any questions.

“Oh no.” 

“What? Ready to accept defeat an-”

America’s words died in her mouth as soon as she caught sight of the screen. 

“No way.” 

Russia nodded, vaguely wondering if she had entered the first stages of shock as she looked over the message again. “I thought she was with Italy.” 

“Maybe they’re not exclusive or something,” America offered, although her voice was still colored with disbelief. 

She snapped her head up to look at Russia fast enough that Russia thought she would break her own neck for a minute. 

“We gotta figure out what’s going on.” 

Russia hesitated. “I do not think that is a good idea. It is none of our business.” 

“Yeah, but look at this!” America motioned wildly towards the texts, nearly smacking the phone out of Russia’s hand in the process. “This is like a whole mystery movie waiting to happen!” 

“That does not change the fact that this is not a good idea.” 

“We’re not gonna follow her around or anything!” America protested. “We’ll just text her and see what’s up! 

Now, the very smart and rational part of Russia was telling her to drop the app completely and hope that what little of the professional relationship she had with Germany could be salvaged before she would have to meet her in the morning. Unfortunately, that part was quickly being drowned out by the much more America-influenced portion of her that was rather curious to see how this turned out. 

“Do not embarrass me.” 

America quickly snatched the phone out of her hands with a broad grin. “You got it dude!” 

Russia leaned over to watch as she typed out a response, deleting and retyping phrases in the blink of an eye before she hit send. 

i didn’t take you to be the kind of person to use these apps

especially with italy around

“That sounds like you, right?” 

“Don’t you think you should have asked before you sent that?” 

Any response America could have given was quickly interpreted by the vibration of the phone in her hand, forcing both of their heads down in order to take in the new message. 

This is not something that Italy needs to know about.

“Dude.” America looked back up with Russia with a slack-jawed shock that she knew she was mirroring. “Dude.” 

Russia couldn’t even come up with any words to say, only able to stare between the phone and America with a hand coming up to uselessly try to explain herself. With America around though, she really didn’t need to. 

“Dude!” 

America leaped up from the bed in order to pace around the room, staring at the phone in disbelief. “What the fuck is going on?” 

“I have no idea,” Russia admitted, leaning forward to rest her arms on her knees. She only watched as America tore around the limited space she had for a few moments before she flopped back onto the bed. 

“Ok, ok, hold on.” America quickly typed out another response, eyes fixed on the screen as Russia scooted back onto the bed to join her. “Hold on.” 

i thought you and italy were together

is that no longer the case?

As soon as the message was sent, America turned her head to stare back at Russia. “Holy shit.” 

Russia didn’t even get the time to nod in agreement before the phone was buzzing away in America’s hands again. She was quick to lean over America’s shoulder to peer at the response though, already eager to see the new development. 

Is that an invitation?

The glass window came dangerously close to shattering with the two high-pitched screams that tore through the hotel room. 

~~

“Give me my phone back!” 

“Wait, I gotta see what she says!” 

Prussia ducked as soon as Germany reached for her arm, her eyes never leaving the screen for a second. 

“Do it yourself then!” Germany snapped, wrestling Prussia’s hand away in order to make another grab for her phone. “Why did you even use m-” 

She was quickly cut off by the sound of her phone going off, Prussia’s hand coming up to shove her away as soon as it did. 

“Shut up for a minute!” 

Prussia glanced at the screen once, narrowing her eyes to read the message before she burst out into a fit of cackling laughter, tossing her head back with a wide grin cutting at her cheeks. 

“What did you do?” 

Germany didn’t even want to know the answer to that question, but she still did her best to catch a glimpse of the screen before Julchen pulled her hand away, just barely managing to see Russia’s answer. 

what kind of invitation are you looking for?

“We’re in!” Prussia crowed, eyes alight with unhidden joy as she held Germany’s phone up. She quickly started typing up another text, maneuvering around Germany’s attempts to reclaim her phone with a new determination to her steps. 

“I’m gonna tell her to come over!” 

“No!” 

“Germany?” 

Both Germany and Prussia stopped at the new addition, looking up to see Italy standing in the doorway, keycard in her hand and looking thoroughly confused. 

“Did something happen?” 

Before Germany could even think to answer her, Prussia shoved her away again in order to speed right for her, although she managed to tackle her down before she made much progress. 

“Italy!” Prussia called out, waving the phone in her hand desperately. “You gotta help me out!” 

“No you are not!” Germany snapped her glare up to target Italy instead of her sister. “Get out of here!” 

Italy didn’t move though, only tilting her head as she tucked the keycard back into her pocket. “What do you need help with?” 

“Nothing-” 

“I made Germany a Tinder account just to mess with her and I found Russia!” 

Prussia quickly tossed the phone to Italy, who managed to fumble a catch before it hit the ground. 

“You gotta keep up my work!” she called out. “Tell her to come over!” 

“Italy,” Germany practically snarled, “you better think very carefully about what you’re going to do.”

Italy looked between the two, eyes wide before she looked down at the phone in her hands. She stepped forward and Germany finally let the tension seep from her shoulders as she held an expectant hand out. 

However, Italy paused before she fully entered the hotel room, hesitation evident all over her face as she eyed Prussia. 

“You put Germany on a dating app?” she asked slowly. 

Prussia eagerly nodded from where she was currently being pinned to the ground. “Yeah!” 

Germany’s eyes narrowed when Italy shot her an apologetic smile, fingers curling around the phone. 

“Italy, I swear-” 

“Sorry Germany!” 

Just like that, Italy was gone, darting out of the hotel room in a flash with Germany’s phone in tow. 

Prussia cackled from her spot on the ground when Germany let out a series of swears fit for a sailor as she scrambled up, tearing after Italy and slamming the door shut behind her as soon as she left.

“Marzia!” 

“I just wanted to see what people think about you!” 

“You better pray I don’t catch you!” 

[03jyh23]

🚪⌇not like the previous ones┆kang yeosang

yeosang x gn!reader

│synopsis: the one where i love you scares the life out of you

│genre: hurt/comfort

│trigger warnings: anxiety, insecurity in relationships, feelings of guilt and regret, past trauma from previous relationships mentioned

│words: 3.3 k

│reminder: what you’re about to read is purely fiction, so let’s keep it separate from reality.

│the requested prompts are bold

!minors do not interact!

— hi there my lovely people! the time has finally come for my first yeosang fic~ when i saw the request sangie was the first member that came to my mind so i just went for it! thank you for requesting!

love, monika ♡

It was a late evening, and you were comfortably curled up against Yeosang, enjoying the warmth and closeness as you both settled in to watch a movie he had chosen. He had promised that next time, he would watch Titanic with you, knowing how much you loved it. However, for this evening, he was especially eager to watch the latest Marvel movie recently added to the streaming platforms. You could feel Yeosang's excitement radiating through as he explained why he was so looking forward to this film. His body was warm, and the sensation of feeling him so near provided you with a comfort you hadn’t felt in a long while. Yeosang and you had just recently started dating, and it was difficult for you to open up to someone new. Letting yourself go and releasing all the worries and wounds your earlier relationships had left you with was not easy. Yet, Yeosang was so gentle and patient with you that you couldn't help but start gravitating toward him. Your eyes drifted away from the TV screen for a moment, only to find Yeosang staring at you with his pretty, brown eyes. Those eyes, which seemed to see nothing but you, held a world of warmth and affection. You smiled gently at him, your brow furrowing slightly as you mouthed, "What?" His gaze was so tender that it made your heart flutter. 

Yeosang opened his mouth only to close it again. He smiled at you, and you swear you could melt at the way his eyes smiled, creating those crescent moons. You giggled softly, feeling shy all of a sudden, and you put your head on his shoulder, leaning even closer to him. As the movie played on, you found it increasingly difficult to focus on the screen, your mind drifting to how fortunate you felt to have someone like Yeosang by your side. He gently wrapped his arm around you, the simple gesture made your heart flutter, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself. The comfort you felt in his presence was something you hadn't experienced in a long time, and it made you realize just how much you had needed to feel this way. 

You tried to focus on the movie, but your fluttering heart made it hard to do so. Every scene seemed to blur together as your mind wandered. After a small while, your eye caught a glimpse of Yeosang staring at you once again. You felt warmth spreading throughout your face, a blush creeping up your cheeks. 

Yeosang didn't look away; instead, he smiled gently, his eyes crinkling at the corners. That smile was enough to make you feel like the most special person in the world. You couldn't help but smile back, feeling a sense of happiness. The movie played on, but it was clear that neither of you was paying much attention to it anymore. 

"Sangie!" You smiled, punching his arm gently. "You wanted to watch the movie, yet you aren't paying attention!" 

Yeosang chuckled softly, rubbing the spot where you had playfully punched him. "I can't help it," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "I find you much more interesting than any movie." His words made your heart flutter even more. You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks and tried to hide your face by snuggling closer into his shoulder. Yeosang tilted his head slightly, resting it on top of yours. "You know, you don't have to hide from me," he whispered softly, his breath warm against your ear. 

"You just... you are too sweet, and it's embarrassing how red my face probably is right now," you whispered, your voice barely audible. You could feel the warmth spreading across your cheeks, and you were certain that your face was now a deep shade of crimson. 

Yeosang's hand gently traced small circles on your back, his touch soothing and reassuring. "You don't have to be embarrassed," he murmured softly. "I think it's adorable." 

His words made your heart flutter even more, and you couldn't help but smile against his shoulder. "I just... I'm not used to someone being so kind and caring," you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. "It's a little overwhelming." 

Yeosang gently moved his arms away from you, his hands on your shoulders, making you stop hiding your face, so you were facing each other. His touch was tender, and the sincerity in his eyes was unmistakable. You could feel your heart racing, the vulnerability of the moment making you feel both exposed and cherished. 

He took a deep breath as if to steady himself, and without much thought, he blurted out, "Y/N, of course I treat you kindly. I mean, that's how you show you love a person." 

You felt your heart sink, and panic rushed through you. The words echoed in your mind, and you found it hard to breathe. Yeosang noticed your reaction and quickly added, "I didn't mean to scare you. I just... I love you, Y/N. And I want you to know that you're safe with me." 

You abruptly backed away from Yeosang's hold, swallowing hard. Your eyes couldn't focus, your thoughts were racing. Even when you opened your mouth to answer, nothing came out. 

Yeosang's expression shifted instantly, concern clouding his face. He reached out tentatively, yet you smoothly escaped from his touch. "I'm sorry if I said something wrong," he murmured, his voice tinged with worry. 

"I... um... I just, yeah thank you but you should really get going," you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper. The words felt heavy, laden with the weight of your insecurities and fears. You couldn't meet Yeosang's eyes, afraid of seeing the hurt and confusion that you knew would be there. 

There was a moment of silence, a palpable tension hanging in the air. Yeosang hesitated, clearly torn between wanting to respect your wishes and the urge to stay and comfort you. Finally, he nodded slowly, his expression a mix of sadness and understanding. "Okay," he said softly, his voice gentle. With that, he stood up and made his way to the door, leaving you alone with your swirling emotions and the lingering warmth of his presence. 

The night was spent in creeping and paralyzing guilt, that held you in a chokehold. Every time you closed your eyes, the scene replayed in your mind: Yeosang's hurt expression, the way his shoulders slumped as he walked out the door, and the heavy silence that followed. You tossed and turned, unable to find any semblance of peace. The weight of your insecurities and fears bore down on you, making it difficult to breathe. You couldn't shake the feeling that you had pushed away someone who genuinely cared for you, someone who had only shown you kindness and patience. The guilt gnawed at you, making sleep an impossible task. You lay there, staring at the ceiling, wishing you could turn back time and handle the situation differently. The night stretched on, each minute feeling like an eternity as you were held captive by your own remorse and regret. 

You lost count of how many times you picked up your phone and tried to type any sort of text to Yeosang, yet nothing seemed to be suitable. Each time you began to write, your fingers would hover over the keyboard, paralyzed by doubt and fear. You would type a few words, only to delete them moments later, convinced they weren't enough to convey what you truly felt. You wanted to apologize, to explain, to assure him that your reaction was a result of your own insecurities and not a reflection of his actions. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't find the right way to express the turmoil inside you. The more you struggled, the more frustrated you became, until eventually, you would put your phone down with a heavy sigh, the message unsent and your heart still aching. 

A few days passed, and you tried to fall back into your routine to keep your thoughts in check. You immersed yourself in anything that could distract you, but the emptiness left by Yeosang's absence was hard to ignore. During those days, you found yourself repeatedly checking your phone, hoping for a message from Yeosang, but the screen remained stubbornly blank. Each day without a word from him felt like a sharp pang in your heart, making it harder to hold onto the hope that things could be mended. 

You knew it was high time to start making peace with the undeniable truth: you had lost Yeosang. 

Or maybe you should just reach out to him like an adult should, and face your insecurities? After all, you owed it to yourself and him to be honest about your feelings and fears. But then again, what if Yeosang had just given up on you? What if he did not want to be there for you, ever? The thought of losing him for good made your heart ache even more. Yet, despite these fears, you could not ignore how kind and attentive he had always been. If he genuinely loved you, wouldn't he reach out himself? But perhaps he was waiting for you to make the first move, to show that you were willing to open up and fight for the relationship. 

It was yet another evening you spent sprawled out on your couch. You had already binge-watched half of the season of the hottest drama, and it started to tire you. The dramatic scenes on the screen seemed distant, unable to hold your attention any longer. Lying down, munching on chips, and watching TV had indeed made you tired. 

You sighed deeply, feeling the weight of your emotions pressing down on you. You shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position, but no amount of rearranging seemed to ease the discomfort within you. 

As you lay there, staring at the ceiling, your thoughts drifted back to that night with Yeosang. The memory of his hurt expression and the sadness in his eyes haunted you. You replayed the scene over and over in your mind, wishing you could go back and handle things differently. 

The ceiling above you offered no answers, just a blank canvas for your swirling thoughts. You wondered what Yeosang was doing, if he was thinking about you too, or if he had already moved on. All you could do was lie there, staring at the ceiling, and hope that somehow, you would find the courage to face your fears and reach out to Yeosang. 

A sudden doorbell ring startled you, sending a jolt through your body. Your heart began to race, the unexpected sound breaking the silence and stillness of your evening. With each step toward the door, you felt the rush of adrenaline coursing through you. You could barely hold your curiosity and hope as you reached for the doorknob. Taking a deep breath, you steadied yourself, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions inside you. Finally, with a sense of urgency and a fluttering heart, you swung the door open, revealing Yeosang standing there, holding a bouquet of flowers. His eyes met yours, and you could see a mix of hope and apprehension in them. The sight of him standing there, flowers in hand, made your heart skip a beat. 

"Yeosang," you managed to whisper, your voice trembling. The sight of him standing there, so close yet seemingly so far, made your heart ache. 

"Hey," he said softly, his voice carrying a gentle warmth. "I know we left things in a pretty rough spot, but I couldn't stop thinking about you. I wanted to make things right." 

"I'm so sorry—" you managed to say before Yeosang interrupted you. 

"No, please, let me speak first," he said, his voice urgent yet tender. "I've missed you so much, and I can't stand the thought of us being apart because of.... whatever that was. I want to be with you, Y/N, and I want to help you through whatever you're feeling." His words hung in the air, filled with sincerity and a deep yearning. You nodded slowly as you felt a lump form in your throat, overwhelmed by the emotions coursing through you. "I am not like the previous assholes that played with you," Yeosang began, his voice trembling slightly as he took a deep breath. His eyes locked onto yours, filled with determination and sincerity. "I know you've been hurt before, and I understand that it's hard for you to trust again. But I'm not them." He paused, his gaze never wavering, giving you time to absorb his words. 

The sincerity in his eyes made your heart ache, and you could feel the warmth of his presence enveloping you. 

"I'm willing to do whatever it takes to show you that," he continued, his voice steadying but still filled with emotion. "If earning your love means proving myself repeatedly, that's what I'll do. Because I truly love you." He paused again, his eyes searching for any sign of understanding. "I am ready to work through every challenge, every fear, and every doubt with you," he said, his voice growing stronger with each word. "You can't get rid of me that easy." A small, determined smile appeared on his face, and you could see the resolve in his eyes. "I want to be there for you, to support you, and to make sure you feel safe and cherished," he said, his voice softening as he took a step closer, finally entering your apartment. The proximity made your heart flutter even more, "We can take this one step at a time, together." 

You felt a surge of emotion, your eyes welling up with tears. The vulnerability in his voice and the sincerity in his eyes made you realize just how much he cared for you. Your heart swelled with gratitude and love, and you knew that this was a moment you would always cherish. 

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming back," you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of relief and lingering fear. You took a few steps closer, finally closing the distance between you. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you rested your cheek on his chest, hearing his heartbeat, which momentarily made you relax. Yeosang’s scent enveloped you, a familiar and comforting aroma that brought back memories of your first date. You noticed he had put on the cologne you had complimented back then, a small but significant gesture that showed how much he cared. 

"I never wanted to leave in the first place," he replied, his voice filled with earnestness. Yeosang finally wrapped one arm around you, pulling you gently but firmly closer. His head rested on top of yours, and you could feel the warmth of his breath against your hair. The worries and insecurities that had plagued you for days began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of peace and belonging. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to fully absorb the comfort and love that radiated from Yeosang. 

"I've missed this," you whispered, your voice barely audible, but you knew he heard you. 

"Me too," he replied softly, his voice vibrating through his chest and into your ear. "I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere." 

His words were like a balm to your wounded heart, and you couldn't help but tighten your embrace, holding onto him as if he were your lifeline. You looked up at him as you pulled out of the hug, smiling softly at him. You couldn't even begin to describe how glad you were to see him again, to hear and feel how much he cared. The emotions that had been swirling inside you for days seemed to settle, replaced by a sense of peace and relief. 

Yeosang finally handed you the flowers, "These are for you," he said gently, his voice filled with warmth and tenderness. 

You took the bouquet from him, your fingers brushing against his momentarily. The flowers were beautiful, vibrant, and fresh, and they brought a smile to your face. You couldn't help but bring them to your nose, inhaling their delicate fragrance. 

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude. The simple act of receiving the flowers made you feel cherished and valued in a way you hadn't felt before. "Nobody ever got me flowers," you whispered, your voice tinged with a mix of disbelief and gratitude. 

Yeosang's expression softened even more, his eyes never leaving yours. "Well, get used to it," he said gently, his voice filled with warmth. "Because I plan on giving you many more flowers, and so much more." 

"I am so stupid for not telling you then, but I love you too, Sangie," you confessed in a rush, your voice trembling with emotion. 

Yeosang couldn't help but smile at your confession, yet he quickly composed himself and took a few steps back, confusing you. Then his eyes widened right before he looked down on the floor. He ran his hand through his hair, and your heart dropped. You watched him closely, trying to decipher his sudden change. The room seemed to grow quieter, the tension thickening with each passing second. Your mind raced with possibilities, each one more unsettling than the last. Yeosang took a deep breath, his expression shifting to one of contemplation. His eyes flickered with a mix of emotions—surprise, uncertainty, and something else you couldn't quite place. He seemed to be grappling with his thoughts, the silence stretching on and making you feel more anxious. 

"Oh..." he gasped loudly, his eyes widening in mock surprise before continuing, "Um… I mean, thanks, but I better get going," he teased, his voice dripping with fake urgency as he mimicked your reaction from a few days ago. 

You couldn't help but scoff at his words, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. You playfully punched his arm, the force light but enough to convey your amusement. Bursting into laughter, you shook your head at his antics. "You jerk," you said, giggling uncontrollably as you remembered the original incident he was referring to. 

Yeosang laughed along with you, his eyes shining with joy. "I couldn't resist," he admitted, wrapping his arms around you once more. "But seriously, I love you, and I'm here to stay." His words were filled with a depth of emotion that made your heart swell with happiness. 

You looked up at him, feeling a sense of relief and warmth wash over you. "I love you too, Yeosang," you whispered, your voice steady and sincere. "And I'm ready to face everything with you. No more running away." 

Yeosang's smile widened, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss on your forehead. "That's all I needed to hear," he murmured against your skin. "We'll take it one step at a time, together." 

You nodded, feeling a newfound sense of hope and determination. With Yeosang by your side, you knew you could face anything. The fears and insecurities that had once held you back began to fade, replaced by the comforting knowledge that you were not alone. 

"So, about that Titanic showing?" Yeosang asked, a playful glint in his eyes. 

You chuckled softly, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "Yeah, I think we can make that happen," you replied, smiling up at him. "How about tomorrow night?" 

Yeosang's eyes lit up with excitement. "It's a date," he said, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your lips. 

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[jse-egopocalypse]

2017 Egopocalypse Detailed Timeline

Jacksepticeye OverNightWatch All Jump Scares so a few months back, i did a 2016 Egopocalypse Detailed Timeline and im glad you guys thought that it helped you with all the ego stuff since not all of you were here when it happened.

so now, we will delve into 2017. this is shorter than 2016 but a lot of interesting things happened. (Detention to Overnight Watch)

i’m putting every video (with time stamps and links to the said video) on this post and some pictures and screenshots that are important and from varies of social media.

(video playlist for this entire timeline is at the end)

Click keep reading to view

1st video: SCARY SCHOOL | Detention 返校 - Part 1

timestamp: 27:35

there was no glitch but he did the head anti movement and the voice is kind of staticky. 

2nd video: I'M SO SORRY | Detention 返校 - Part 2

timestamp: 0:26

so anti first appeared in Detention Part 2 in 2017

timestamp: 3:47

Anti said: “Forgotten or just too afraid to remember?”

and at the end of the description, there’s a zalgo text which also says the quote above.

3rd video: BROKEN INSIDE | Detention 返校 - Part 3

timestamp: 8:52

the face cam glitched when a sound in the game scared sean.

timestamp: 9:04

when he was doing what the spirit was doing, the facecam glicthed intensly and said “he’s all like fucking weird and all over the place”

and as usual, at the end of the description, there’s a zalgo text that says

“Broken spirit, let me out”

4th video: BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS | Detention 返校 - Part 4 (END)

timestamp: 1:13

the face cam glicthed and was moved to the other side of the screen.

timestamp: 2:05

the facecam glitched once more, disappeared for like 2 seconds, and then back to the left side. it glicthed as well before it turned back to normal.

more anti apperances timestamps: 

5:31, 5:51, 27:50

and of course, at the end of the description,another zalgo text that says

“betrayal neglect mistake”

5th video: AntiSepticEye Takeover at PAX East 2017 Panel | JackSepticEye

and how could anyone forget this iconic moment from PAX East 2017 at Sean’s panel?

this video doesn’t connect with any of the storylines, it’s just a cool lil thing that sean and robin did.

just watch the video for yourself since it’s just a minute long.

6th video: SPREADING THE SICKNESS | Epidemic

timestamp: 8:41

anti said: “laughter is the best medicine...for death” and then the camera glitched.

7th video: DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS | Bio Inc. Redemption #2

timestamp: 13:40

he named his patient “Chase Brody”

timestamp: 16:32

sean said: “slow and steady kills the chase”

timestamp: 16:43

he also said: “there’s only one doctor out there who can help us with this, Doctor Schneeplestein!”

8th video: TOUGHER THAN EXPECTED | The Escapists 2 #2

it looks like a normal thumbnail right? nope, it’s not.

3-08-17 is a date. but what for? we’ll see later.

he’s also wearing chase’s shirt in this episode. idk if it’s intentional but still suspicious.

9th video: PLANNING THE ESCAPE | The Escapists 2 #3

nothing very suspicious happened in the video but the thumbnail

the numbers on his prison uniform is the date of Say Goodbye (31.10.16 = October 31st, 2016)

also, the shirt made the jse community shook because he posted an instagram picture with that shirt and gauges (he wasn’t wearing them that time yet)

10th video: TRUST ME, I'M A DOCTOR | Bio Inc. Redemption #4

ZE GOOD DOCTAH IS HERE! he tried to kill one of his patients again but this time, it’s intentional. and we all thought he’s a bad character.

11th video: KILL JA̶CKSEPTICEYE | Bio IN̵̛c Redemp T̨I̶̢on

remember the escapists 2 part 2 thumbnail with the date that i mentioned earlier? that’s when KJSE happened.

so for the first 40 seconds of the video, jack was the one in the video but he got sick and had to leave 

timestamp: 0:47

and then schneep came and played the game instead 

timestamp: 1:14

and called his patient “jacksepticeye”

he also considered as his good friend when his assistant, peter, died.

timestamp: 3:04

anti appeared and schneep said “my eye is itchy” right after.

timestamp: 3:41

schneep asked: “are you feeling okay, jack?” and there was a glitch sound.

timestamp: 4:13

when schneep said “I’m a very smart doctor” the facecam glitched and we can see that schneep has blood dripping on his eyes and nose and then anti appeared for a split second at 4:15

more anti apperances timestamp:

4:47

timestamp: 5:11

anti was slowly taking over schneep. 

more anti apperances timestamp:

5:23, 5:25

timestamp: 6:03

schneep has blood on his eyes and nose again.

more anti apperances timestamp:

6:31, 6:39, 6:45

timestamp: 6:47

schneep said: “i will not have you die” and anti said the word die as well.

timestamp: 7:14

he finally showed himself.

more anti apperances timestamp:

7:33

timestamp: 7:45

anti slowly took over schneep.

and for a few moments, the game and facecam keeps glitching and lagging. schneep was begging us to help and save jack anti.

timestamp: 8:07

anti has now took over the operation and schneep was not giving up.

more anti apperances timestamp:

8:08

timestamp: 8:10

anti has taken over schneep and made him strangle himself with the headphone wire unconsciously and then fought over it and asked himself: “what am i doing?”

more anti apperances timestamp:

8:16

timestamp: 8:20

“i’m trying my best” schneep AND anti said at the same time as the video was glitching.

more anti apperances timestamp:

8:24

timestamp: 8:30

he has now fully taken over schneep, like a puppet.

timestamp: 8:41

as jack died, anti appeared with the iconic black eyes.

at 8:46, we can hear schneep screaming and from that timestamp until the end, anti won and made sure that we know.

12th video: EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE | Doki Doki Literature Club - Part 4

- tw: suicide -

timestamp: 5:04

when sayori hung herself, anti showed up for a few frames.

more anti apperances timestamp:

5:18

timestamp: 1:10:41

sean anti said: “Oh well, I guess we’ll see you next̶ ͢t͞iḿe” with that suspicious looking face and when he said the phrase “next time” his voice got deeper and the facecam got a lil unsaturated.

13th video: JUST MONIKA | Doki Doki Literature Club - Part 5 (END)

timestamp: 13:03

when sean read yuri’s dialogue, he said: “like the edge of a knife, Yuri?” afterwards and when he said the word “knife” the camera glicthed (because guess who loves knives c:<)

timestamp: 25:20

sean’s facecam glitched and did the anti head movement before yuri glitches back to normal.

timestamp: 30:53

when monika sent in-game jack a poem that just says “CAN YOU HEAR ME?” there’s a slight voice of anti in the background while sean read the said phrase.

timestamp: 46:28

during this part, monika will restart the whole game and before that happened, the game and sean’s facecam glitched.

and the time when you’re alone with monika, sean keeps reading monika’s dialogue with anti’s voice and the iconic laugh.

then in the description of the video, if you scroll through, there are zalgo texts that just say: “just monika”

14th video: Jacksepticeye OverNightWatch All Jump Scares

oh look what it is :) it’s overnight watch :) nostalgic, isn’t it? :)

anyway, the whole video is purely all the highlights of what happened during the whole time and the person who posted it already put timestamps on the video so HAVE FUN! :))

- E N D -

and that’s all the ego content videos from 2017 and we’re now moving onto the social medias.

so these 2 pictures are just “hm, normal” no. you’re wrong.

if you adjust the exposure the picture of sean with the green hair, there’s a faint text that either says return or reborn, hence the twitter bio.

now these are tease pictures before KJSE that he posted on twitter and instagram

sean has also been changing his bio on twitter almost constantly after the epidemic video and before KJSE

and then i think this is either during or after his doki doki playthrough

and you can see the zalgo letters in the “just monika” spells out “anti”

now, during his detention playthrough he has been reblogging stuff on tumblr and replying with zalgo texts and made 1 post with just zalgos.

it says: “convoke Ready

(i can’t make up the next 2 words)

Ritual Nobody”

now on this one, it says: “suppressed ignored unpredictable”

and that’s the whole egopocalypse timeline during 2017 (i think i missed something so let me know)

HERE’S THE PLAYLIST TO THIS POST: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL5wG46uK8MEOCZ7pON77Q18PdNO6t6gZ6

i hope this is helpful to anyone who didn’t get to experience this or just forgot about what happened during that time of year.

[oofmilk]

Home Can Be a Group of Four

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Word Count: 2,440

TW: Implied/Referenced Death, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self Harm, Perverted Male Students (if i forgot any, let me know and i’ll add them!)

Monika is sixteen, and has her driver’s license, and an after school job, and that’s good enough proof, in her opinion, that she can live on her own. The authorities and powers that be aren’t inclined to agree, but she’s long since stopped caring what they think. Countless times of having her tears and anxieties and concerns about her parents and their effect on her mental health cast aside aren’t so easily forgotten. So, before the police can dump her in whatever shitty foster home they can get their hands on, Monika shoves whatever she thinks she may want or need (which, actually, isn’t much) from her parents’ house into the trunk of her car and leaves.

She entertains the thought, for nothing longer than a brief moment, of finding some abandoned train out in the middle of the woods and living there à la The Boxcar Children, but if she did that, she wouldn’t have anywhere to park her car. So, no, Monika doesn’t get to live out her childhood dreams of living in a rusty old boxcar. A shame, really, but it can’t be helped. What she does find, in lieu of a retired locomotive car, is a mostly hidden dirt road that leads to a small cabin in the deep woods. To Monika’s surprise, the water and electricity still work, even if the heat is completely busted, and the cabin looks as though no one’s lived in it in years. It’s only natural, then, just like her decision to flee from the police, that she takes her belongings out of her car and makes herself at home.

Living in the cabin isn’t that bad, all things considered. Sure, it gets a little cold at night, and the stove takes over half an hour to raise a pot of water to a boil, even on the highest setting, but it’s hers, completely and totally, and Monika wouldn’t trade it for some government-assigned caregiver. That doesn’t stop the police from trying to catch her when she goes to and comes from school, but she learns where they set themselves up at the end of the day—in front of the school, by her car, outside her classrooms, at her locker—and she learns how to avoid them. Eventually, just like they always do, because apparently they can’t be assed to properly do their jobs, the police give up on trying to catch her and bring her in. The day Monika stops seeing the police on campus, she counts it as a win.

Word of the deaths (disappearances? No one’s quite sure.) of Monika’s parents spreads quickly, but how could it not when the only other interesting thing in this small town is the theft of the grocer’s chickens? Murmurs and rumors follow her around school, but no one says a thing to her directly. If Monika wasn’t some unattainable object, a person everyone wanted but thought they couldn’t have, before, she sure is now. Not even the administration is sure what to make of the situation, which, in Monika’s humble opinion, is completely fucking stupid, so they just write down in her file that she’s emancipated and leave it at that.

It’s almost an accident that Monika meets another girl like her. She wishes she could say that it’s completely an accident, but it isn’t, not when she purposely went to the cemetery to see where her parents had been buried. Not that she cares much. Monika supposes that she just… wants some closure to the entire situation. Disregarding her own reasons for visiting, she can’t help but notice a rather small and pitiful funeral being carried out not that far away. She isn’t a mean person, and would normally never call a funeral pitiful, but, well, the funeral she’s watching only has two attendants, not counting the deceased—the priest and the mourner. Something about the sad state of affairs draws her closer. A thunderclap startles her and she clutches her umbrella tighter. It’s raining, because of course it is, there’s a funeral, and someone’s trying to punch all the holes in their “movie stereotypes” punch card.

The girl that’s mourning at the graves doesn’t have an umbrella, but Monika suspects she’s been here long before the service started. She watches the priest say something, rest his hand on the girl’s shoulder, and walk away. It’s a peculiar sight, a funeral so small, but what does she know? Monika didn’t even go to her parents’ funeral. Before she realizes what she’s doing, she steps up next to the girl (who is crying, hard, Monika learns) and covers her already soaked-to-the-bone body with her shitty umbrella. They stay like that, the girl sobbing into her hands and Monika holding up their measly protection against the rain, for far longer than Monika really wants to, but eventually the girl does look up to meet her eyes. Monika recognizes her from her history class at school, and her name is Sayori, and she knows, just like everyone else at their high school, because some private things just cannot stay private, that Sayori has depression and will probably collapse under the despair of the deaths of—Monika checks the headstones—her parents. Monika sighs.

“Come on,” she tells Sayori, and that’s that.

That afternoon she goes home to the cabin and shows Sayori around. She has even less things than Monika, just some clothes, a phone, and a learner’s permit that expires in two weeks, and yet Monika has the distinct feeling that Sayori thinks she’s brought too much with her. But, still, she’s here, and Monika did kind of want a roommate, so now the cabin has an occupancy of two. The police spend less time trying to bring Sayori in than they did Monika, and the latter doesn’t know whether she wants to laugh or cry about it. Probably both, because God, their legal system is so fucked up. Rumors aplenty run throughout the school when the student body sees “that girl that’s got depression” get out of the most popular girl in school’s car. Administration drops the ball on what to do again, leaving Monika wondering just who is running this circus. They just mark Sayori down as emancipated in the end.

Not even three days later Monika and Sayori walk out of the school to see a crowd forming around one of the parking spaces. Which, on any other given day, would have Monika’s full attention, seeing as how she’s student body president and she really hopes no one is duking it out, but today she’s too tired to deal with raging hormonal teenagers. It really doesn’t help, then, that the crowd is blocking her car, which just so happens to be next to the parking spot they’re all crowding around, and this is going to take a while, isn’t it? Grabbing Sayori’s hand to keep her close by, Monika starts to elbow her way through the crowd, calling out various excuses of “Coming through!” and “Make way for the student body president!” The center of everyone’s attention is a girl with purple hair (Sayori makes a comment that it’s really cool) staring at a pile of what can only be assumed are her belongings lying in the car-less space.

“What happened?” Monika asks while Sayori tries to get everyone to disperse.

The girl with purple hair offers a small smile, but Monika can see the borderline despair it’s hiding underneath. “I knew this was bound to happen one day,” is all she says.

Monika sighs. She looks at the pile of things taking up the space, then back to the girl, then to Sayori now yelling at everyone to “Scram, or else!”, and the decision makes itself, really. She bends down and picks up a box labeled “books” and pointedly ignores the wolf whistles from the boys trying to look up her skirt. They were in high school for Christ’s sake, could they be any more immature? She stands up straight and snaps a glare in the general direction of the whistling before turning to address the girl.

“What’s your name?” Monika asks.

“M-My name?” the girl parrots. She threads her fingers through a section of her hair. “Uhm, Yuri.”

“Well,” Monika says, shifting the box to her hip so she can gesture Sayori over, “come on, Yuri.”

It takes about ten minutes for them to Tetris-style stack Yuri’s things into the trunk of Monika’s car. The crowd, seemingly disappointed in the lack of a testosterone-fueled fist fight, leaves the girls to their devices. Yuri reveals to them, as Monika is leaving school grounds and searching for that hidden dirt road that will take them to their sanctuary, that her parents didn’t know how or want to deal with—Monika sees her fingers stray to her left arm in the rearview mirror, and it doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together—her particular problem. So, like all parents who don’t want to deal with their child’s problems, they took her car and left a note saying “Don’t come home.” Sayori’s almost in tears, but she’s always been emotional, and Monika doesn’t have to ask to know that the cabin is now home to three. The police don’t look for Yuri; administration writes her down as emancipated.

The very next week, a short girl with pink hair storms up to the trio when they’re sitting in the courtyard during lunch. Monika thinks, for a moment that is worryingly too long, that this new girl is going to hit one of them, because she looks incredibly pissed off. The girl doesn’t hit them, much to Monika’s surprise, but she does glare them down like they’ve created an enormous problem for her and her specifically. She doesn’t say anything for long enough that Monika’s about to ask what her problem is, but Yuri beats her to it.

“Is there a problem, Natsuki?” she asks.

Natsuki huffs. “I heard that you three, like, live together or something. On your own.”

The trio share curious looks. Huh?

“Uh… Yeah?” Sayori says next. “Monika—“

—claps her hand over Sayori’s mouth. Something about this seems off, though she can’t place what. Is it the police finally deciding to do their job, using Natsuki as a conduit? She narrows her eyes.

“What’s it to you?” Monika asks. “Are you working with the police?”

“The police?!” Natsuki asks incredulously, like the very idea is unfathomable to her. “Hell no! I wanted to ask if… if I could move in with you.”

Monika’s about to reply that she is not philanthropist giving out free homes when Yuri says, “Natsuki, is this about—“

“No! Maybe! What does it matter?!” Natsuki snaps. “Is it a yes or a no?!”

Yuri gives Monika a pointed look. She sighs deeply and regards Natsuki again, finally relieving Sayori of the hand clamped on her mouth. Natsuki is fidgety, constantly fiddling with her bows or sleeves, and doesn’t look at them for longer than she has to. Monika catches Sayori and Yuri looking at her out of the corners of her eyes, and she knows she’s going to lose whatever argument they’ll have if she tries to say no. She groans lightly before nodding.

“Yes.”

One simple word is how the group spends the rest of their lunch scheming to get Natsuki away from her father, and how they find themselves at Natsuki’s house at two o’clock in the morning. They create a chain of sorts, with Natsuki lowering things from her bedroom window, and Sayori passing them to Yuri passing them to Monika placing them into the trunk of her car. They work in a terrified silence, Natsuki’s warnings of her father and what he’ll do to all of them if they’re caught hanging over them like a dark cloud, and it spurs them on to work as quickly as they can without damaging Natsuki’s things. She by far has the most belongings out of their group, but, in all fairness, she’s the only one who has the luxury of taking time to collect what she wants from her house. A light flicks on in another bedroom just as they finish putting Natsuki’s belongings into Monika’s car, and then their panic really sets in. Natsuki all but throws herself out her window, which, thankfully, as Monika does not have the means or the funds to make a late-night hospital trip, isn’t that far away from the ground. They scramble over each other in their rush to get in Monika’s car and—“Drive! Fucking drive!” Natsuki yells—get away from her father. They leave him spitting and swearing on his front porch. The police only look for Natsuki for maybe twenty minutes at most before getting bored and quitting. Administration practically sighs before marking her emancipated.

A few weeks later, after they’ve all settled into the cabin and know how to exist around each other without getting in each others’ ways, Monika pitches a new club to administration. They try to deny her, something is said about insufficient funding, but Monika levels them with a glare that leaves no room for argument, and they let her have her way. She breaks the good news to the girls, her girls, and they’re ecstatic.

— — —

“So yeah! That’s the story of how we got the Literature Club started!” Monika says at the end of her story.

Masashi stares at her, then each of his clubmates in turn. “Holy shit. You guys went through all that? I mean, I’ve known Sayori all my life, so I knew her parents died, but…”

Sayori giggles before throwing her arms around Yuri and Natsuki, pulling them in close despite their objections. “Yep! And it’s all thanks to Moni that we’re here today~!”

“Aw, Sayori, it’s really nothing…!” Monika denies.

“Just shut up and accept the compliment, Pres,” Natsuki huffs. “Jeez.”

Yuri carefully removes Sayori’s arm from around her shoulders and stands up. “Well, now that Monika is done telling her story, I believe the tea is ready.”

“Oh yay! I love your tea!” Sayori says. She pulls Natsuki to a stand and over to the kettle.

Masashi hangs back, watching them eagerly buzz around the kettle while they await their cup of tea. A fond smile spreads across his features. He almost doesn’t notice Monika standing next to him, but that could be because she’s only five-foot-three and he’s pushing six-foot-one. They stand in silence for a long moment before Masashi says anything.

“I think you did a great job, Monika,” he says.

Monika looks aside, a faint blush dusting her nose. “Thanks, Masashi,” she says. She pushes him lightly. “Now go get some tea.”

[shes-claws-deep]

Thermite, Maverick, BB - Fuck, Marry, Kill

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Deep into your cups at a team Christmas party, Meghan tipsily yells out that everyone should play Fuck, Marry, Kill. Just for fun, you know? You, in the spirit of having fun, say yes with a cheer. Now that you’re on board, she shoos you away to gather the ‘contestants’ and for you to come up with a couple of questions.

You sit in the kitchen with a full beer can, sipping from it with a bobbing knee as you listen hard for the antics going on in the rec room. You hear giggles, hearty guffaws, and even a bit of goodnatured dry-heaving going on behind you. It makes you furrow your brow, worrying at your lip as you think about who they would provide you as your options for fuck, marry, or kill.

The Germans? Mmm, they wouldn’t be so bad. Marius is a joker, fun to be around but equally as exhausting. Dominic, a little bit too intense despite the laugh lines in the corner of his eyes. Elias too kind and too wholesome; you’d hate to break him. Monika…that complex of hers does grate on your nerves. You’d fuck her, though.

The Russians-

“We’re ready!” Meghan has her hands hooked on the back of your shirt before you can even jolt up, hauling you bodily to the sofa in the other room where she plops you in a chair. “Ok, now, whatever you do? Don’t turn around.”

Shuffling. Lots and lots of shuffling and heavy footsteps of three men. Immediately you start to think; heavy footsteps, all of them. Not one of the men with lighter builds, which means they’re part of the middleweights, as you call it. Fairly tall and fairly heavy, but not the tallest nor the heaviest. Not Chul Kyung, Ryad or Maxim, they walk with lighter steps, careful and measured. Still, that leaves a good number of men who could be your ‘options’.

“Okay, now you can turn around!”

With a sigh, you down the rest of your beer and swivel around in the chair. Only to stop halfway through when you lay eyes on who they selected to be your options. Oh mama, you’re so glad you work at Rainbow.

Jordan Trace, Craig Jenson, and Erik Thorn all grin at you, crossing their beefy arms over their chests, all of them clearly enjoying the elevator stare you give to each of them. Rightfully so, for you’d fuck, marry, and kill each of them if you had the chance.

“Just to let you know, you can’t fuck all of them,” Meghan whispers into your ear, a lascivious grin spreading across her own face as she hovers by your ear.

“Spoilsport,” you shoot back at her without taking your eyes off them.

Jordan laughs, flexing his arms and hiking his shirt sleeve up onto his shoulder. Craig matches him and flexes both of his huge biceps, going so far as to pose comically before he’s pushed aside by his FBI comrade. Erik, on the other hand, just raises a finger to his lips and shifts to show off his muscular thighs instead. Oh yeah, he might not match the other two men in the upper body arena, but he knows his ass and thighs are to die for.

You bite your lip at the display, digging your fingernails into your palms to avoid humiliating yourself by going and rubbing up all over your coworkers. Back to the game, girl! Focus! Shaking your head, you fiddle with the beer can.

Craig straightens up to his full, intimidating height, smoothing his sleeves back down and laughing at himself. He’s a bear of a man, in stature and in mannerism. His resting bitch face is a real thing, but he makes up for it by being so caring and understanding and just so generally unflappable that everyone forgets about his RBF. If there was one thing that is his claim to fame, it’s that he managed to get the local recluse, Chul Kyung, to open up to him. If that doesn’t represent the amount of ‘dad’ he exudes, nothing will. He just seems to take everyone under his wing, to want to be rock and anchor for them.

Erik is quieter. More dangerous. Like the leopards you once saw in the South African wildlands, you will never see him unless he wants to be seen. He’s mysterious, that one. An enigma for all the right and wrong reasons. What do you really know about him, anyway? He likes to cook, he likes to travel, he’s eerily perceptive to the point of being creepy, and that he loves the sense of brotherhood and family he feels on base. It’s not really much in the grand scheme of things; could you really live with someone who you’ll likely never truly know?

Ah, and Jordan. Silly, stubborn Jordan. As you watch him, he fluidly avoids bumping into Erik, only to slam into the side of a table with a loud swear. If there was one person you thought you’d never get along with, it would have been Jordan. On paper, the pyromaniac is reckless, has no sense of self-preservation, and doesn’t seem to take himself very seriously. But under all that is a man who is deeply loyal and protective, willing to sacrifice everything to achieve his goal or to protect those he loves dearly. That recklessness is out of the confidence of self, his lack of self-preservation the willingness to put others above himself, his humour a shield against his own demons.

You mull on it, gnawing on the beer can as you stare into space. The men leave you alone, knowing you’re just taking a wee bit longer to think. At least, you thought they did, because ice cold metal shocks you back to reality. “Holy-!” you yelp, clapping a hand on your temple and looking up at Jordan who’s holding a fresh can aloft, that charming grin back on his face.

“Noticed that you ran empty,” he answers your unspoken question, nodding to the slightly crushed can in your hands. “I’ll get rid of that for you?”

Unspeakably, a blush rises on your cheeks and you nod, taking the fresh beer can and handing the crumpled aluminium to him, your eyes glued on his ass as he wanders over to the kitchen to dump it in the recycling bin. That…is one tight ass.

“I’ve got my answer.”

Craig leans against the wall and groans, “Shit, I should’ve gotten her the beer!”

Erik laughs and shakes his head, murmuring softly, “I think she had her answer from the start. Nothing you or I did would’ve changed that decision.”

How astute. Also true.

“I’ll marry Jordan; I’d wake up to that ass every day for the rest of my life if I had to. Fuck Erik, because he’s quiet and I don’t need another headache in the sack-” You don’t get to finish before Erik is guffawing loudly and Craig is wailing dramatically against the wall. Alcohol does strange things to people. Really strange things.

“Y-you’re gonna kill me?” Craig pretends to sob, hiding his face.

“Well, I can’t fuck two of you, can I?” You roll your eyes, jumping yet again (godDAMNIT) when Jordan’s heavily bandaged hand lands on your shoulder.

“Eh, I don’t think Meggie’s gonna blame you if you bend the rules a bit. I mean, I’d fuck both of them.” Whether that’s a possibility or not is going to be reserved for another wet dream.

Meanwhile, Craig is still faking his sobbing, though this time he’s crawled all the way to your chair. “Mercyyyyyy. Don’t let me dieeee~”

You pretend to think. “Hmm, to kill or to fuck, that is the question.”

“Both. Why not both?” said the angelic voices of Meghan and Jordan in either ear.

Laughter bursts out of you, breaking up your words as you nod and choke out, “Death by fucking, it is!”

Craig throws his hands into the air. “Hallelujah!” And then, a pause. “Wait, I’m still getting killed, aren’t I?”