#not sure if it’ll help anything but. worth a shot.

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drew the scene from the sea of monsters where percy takes annabeth underwater to break the sirens’ spell ✨

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Hopes And Fears - Part Five. (Wally Clark x Reader)

Wordcount: 2.9K

Y/N's death is traumatic. So traumatic in fact, she can't even look at Wally without reliving what happened to her.

Warning: Mature Language, Sexual Assault, Murder

A/N: Part five is finally here and guess what? Without spoiling anything, things are ramping up a notch. This part is pretty much just pure fluff so I hope you enjoy.

Previous Parts: One. Two. Three. Four.

“I was murdered.”

Nerves course through my body as I feel the stares of each ghost piercing into me. Daring to note their expressions, I notice that not one of them appears to be judging me. Mr Martin’s expression appears curious, Wally a combination of shock and sympathy, Charlie proud, even Rhonda offers me a comforting smile.

“I’m still not ready to talk about it but now you know.”

“Thank you for sharing that with the group Y/N. Do you feel better, like a weight has been lifted from you now that you’ve started the process to move on?” Mr Martin asks, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees, encouraging me to open up more to the group of ghosts.

“Not really.” I state, allowing myself to sigh and slump further back into the chair. “I feel the same. You bang on about how opening up will make me feel better and allow me to move on every single session but I don’t feel like I’m moving on.”

“Well it’s like Mr Martin says, moving on and processing our deaths take time. You’ve been dead what three weeks. We’ve all had years to process these things, trust us, you will feel lighter eventually.” Charlie adds, attempting to make me feel better.

“I mean yeah, you may feel upset or angry now and that’s valid but it’ll get easier. Hell, I was killed sixty odd years ago and I’m still pissed about it.” Rhonda states, pulling yet another lollipop from the pocket of her trousers.

“I’m not upset anymore.” I push back with a subtle roll of my eyes. “And I’m not angry. I’m fucking enraged. Three weeks and not a single arrest, how hard is it to obtain a shred of evidence and send the monsters that did this to me to jail?”

“So there were multiple perpetrators?” Mr Martin questions.

“I see what you’re doing but I’ve already told you that I’m not ready to tell the story yet.”

“It was worth a shot.” Mr Martin smiles, turning his attention to the rest of the group. “Does anybody have any supportive words for Y/N? Any advice they wanna give?”

“I know it’s probably not what you wanna hear right now but it’s nice to have another murder victim around. You get it.” Rhonda shares, a comforting gleam in her eyes. “And for what it’s worth, I’m really sorry for the way I treated you before cherry pop. It wasn’t cool of me.”

I can’t help but smile at her words. “Thanks Rhonda, I’m sorry for yelling at you, I’ve realized I need to learn how to control my emotions better.”

“Aww, are you two about to become best friends?” Charlie teases, a cheesy grin plastered across his face.

“Shut up Charlie.”

“Shut up Charlie.”

Rhonda and I both state at the same time, we share a knowing look, both attempting to suppress our smiles at the humor of the situation.

“You know we’re all here for you, take as much time as you need.” Wally finally speaks, catching my eye as the words slip out of his mouth. “And I’m sorry that happened to you.”

As Mr Martin wraps up  the session, I find my eyes continuously wandering over to Wally. Who coincidentally happens to always be looking in my direction. The butterflies returning to my stomach once again which nowadays seems to be a regular occurrence, no matter how hard I try to quash it.

As everybody begins to filter out of the gym, Charlie and I find ourselves being the last to leave. Which results in us having to stack the chairs and put them away.

“So, how are things?” Charlie asks, an eager tone to his voice which suggests to me that he is looking for a specific answer to the question. Though I’m not entirely sure what that answer is.

“Other than the obvious troubles that I have weighing on my mind, things have been pretty good recently.” I tell the boy, smiling as I think back on all the time that Wally and I have spent together.

“Oh come on Y/N. I know something is going on between you and that loveable jock of ours, so spill.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I spit out quickly, turning my back to Charlie as I add another chair to the stack in front of me, hoping he doesn’t see the blush rising on my cheeks.

“I’m not stupid, I see the way you two look at each other.” Charlie tells me, leaning himself against my stack of chairs so I have no option but to face him. “That boy is like a lovestruck little puppy every time you’re around, it’s adorable if not mildly sickening.”

“I-”

“All I’m saying is, coming from someone who lost their chance of love, don’t miss out because of whatever’s holding you back. Most of us don’t get a second chance like this.”

His words strike me right in the chest, realizing that he could in fact be right. “Wow Charlie, that’s actually incredibly wise.” 

“Well I’m not just a pretty face.” He jokes to which I slap him lightly on the arm despite laughing along with him.

Charlie’s words stick with me for the rest of the day, jumping about in my mind with no indication of leaving anytime soon. Even as I hang out with Wally in one of the empty dance studios, I find myself distracted by the thoughts racing around my head.

“Are you sure you’re okay, you seem like something’s bothering you.” Wally shouts through to me, as I rummage around the locker room.

“Yeah, fine. Never been better, I just can’t seem to find-” My words trail off as I find exactly what I was looking for. 

Pulling the black sports bag from the bottom of the pile, I smile triumphantly, tugging open the zipper to find all my dance clothes. It’s not exactly my dream to be wearing workout clothes for all of eternity but I’d rather that than the tiny cheerleader uniform that I have been stuck in up until now.

“You okay in there?”

I remain silent as I tug off my Split River uniform, pulling on a black sports playsuit with a little white cardigan and calf length white socks. 

“Y/N, you okay?” Wally asks again as I tug my sneakers back on to my feet.

After quickly checking myself over in the mirror to double check that I look somewhat presentable, I dramatically pull open the curtain, posing in front of it as I show Wally my change of clothes. Doing my best to put on a mini fashion show despite the outfit not exactly being the most fashionable.

As I walk towards the dark haired boy, I notice the way he sits up straight as I get closer to him, no longer slumped against the wall. The corners of his mouth are tugged upwards as I jokingly strut towards him, to which he claps enthusiastically.

“God, I feel ten times better now that I’m out of that stupid cheer uniform.” I admit, dropping myself down in front of Wally, crossing my legs beneath me.

“You liked cheerleading though, didn't you?”

“Yeah of course, doesn’t mean I had to like the uniforms though.” I confess with a shrug. “Besides, I felt kind of icky wearing the clothes I died in.”

“Well, at least now you’re dressed for an impromptu workout at any time.” Wally chuckles.

Although I smile along with him, I still can’t help thinking about what Charlie said to me. Gazing at him now, I’ve never felt more sure that I liked the footballer sat across from me, and yet I still can’t find the bravery within me to make a move. Not daring to cross a line nor wanting to ruin the budding friendship that we have managed to cultivate.

“Hey, how do you express your emotions?” I ask, desperately wanting to distract myself from overthinking my feelings towards the jock.

“What do you mean?” Wally asks curiously, eyebrows furrowed as he tries to understand the question.

“Like, when you’re so pent up with emotions, whether it’s anger or sadness or grief, how do you release that?” 

“I used to play football when I was alive, it was the only thing I really knew how to do, or that I was good at. It gets a lot of rage out though. We have field day now, it’s where we just smash and break stuff on the field but that’s a rare occurrence to be honest. When Mr Martin thinks we deserve it.” Wally explains, though when he notices the slight confusion on my face he continues. “I’d imagine those don’t really help you though right? Got a lot of feelings you wanna let out?”

“Whenever I felt too much before, I’d dance, it let me blow off some steam and tired me out enough to not feel as overwhelmed.” I tell him, reminiscing on my previous life. “I don’t know if that would help me now though, plus I always liked to have a partner or at least someone to join me so I wasn’t so alone.”

We remain in silence for a few moments, the two of us contemplating ways to allow me to blow off all the rage that I have residing within me. I place my head in my palm as I struggle to come to a satisfactory option.

“Rhonda swears by sex.” Wally blurts out, my head snapping up at his words and his expression swiftly changes to one of embarrassment as he realizes what he just said. “Not that I’m suggesting we have sex. I mean I wouldn’t be opposed to it but I’m sure that’s not the only option. I just thought, well if Rhonda swears by it then it must be a good option right but I don’t know, it was a stupid suggestion, I-”

“Wally, have you and Rhonda?” I daren’t bring myself to finish the question, partially because I’m afraid of the answer but partially because I don’t trust myself to not confess my feelings for him, especially after learning he wouldn’t be opposed to having sex with me. I mean sure, I know he was rambling and it wasn’t exactly an admission of his feelings towards me however it does have my insides feeling all gooey.

“No! No, god, no.” He exclaims, putting emphasis on the words to ensure that I’m understanding correctly. “I love her, don’t get me wrong but she’s like a sister to me. I’m maybe ninety percent sure that she sleeps with one of the goth kids that died in the 90s when there was that gas leak in the science lab.”

I nod my head slowly, unsure of how to carry on the conversation from here as it has taken a somewhat awkward turn. Avoiding eye contact with Wally, I focus instead on picking the skin around my fingernails, nervously biting the inside of my cheek at the same time.

“What if I danced with you?” Wally suggests, causing me to look at him with raised brows, surprised that he would offer. “I suppose it’d be more like you teaching me, but I promise to try my best.”

“Really?” 

“Sure, how hard can it be?”

With a beaming smile on my face, I instantly jump to my feet, running over to the stereo to press play. Wally follows me to the center of the room, watching as I wildly jump around to the sound of the Now That’s What I Call Music cd. He lets out a boyish laugh at my antics and I begin to feel the stress falling off my shoulders almost immediately.

“So what do you wanna start with?” I ask, taking in his hands in mine and forcing him to twist his body side to side, which he does so awkwardly.

“I don’t know. You’re supposed to be the teacher.” Wally replies sarcastically, causing me to drop his hands in feigned annoyance.

“You know what, just for that little comment, we’ll start with a classic pirouette.”

Before Wally even has time to argue, I elegantly twist, spinning delicately in a string of turns, to the jock’s surprise. Coming to a stop, I can’t hide the grin on my face at the fact his jaw is practically on the floor.

“There’s no way I can do that.” He argues, attempting to worm his way out of the task.

“You’ll never know until you try.” I tease, watching as he rolls his eyes before offering me a very obviously fake smile.

I’m unable to contain my laughter as I watch his very pathetic attempt, to which he simply spins in a very ungraceful circle before stumbling awkwardly. Managing to catch himself before hitting the floor, much to my amusement.

“I’m too awkward for this. Football is more my thing.” Wally complains, unimpressed by the hilarity I find at him failing.

“You know, nowadays a lot of footballers actually take ballet to improve their game.” I tell him, though I can tell he doesn’t believe me. “Okay, I’ll go easy on you now.”

Despite being no good at dancing whatsoever, Wally tries his very best with every move. Stumbling around the room like a newborn deer, following along with every instruction I give and imitating every different move I show him.

I must admit, it is incredibly cute that he is doing this for me. Wally has zero skills needed to be a dancer. Ungraceful, heavy footed, awkward. Yet he keeps going in order to allow me to blow off the steam that I need to and I don’t think I’ve ever been more attracted to him.

“Okay, there is one thing I want to try before we finish.” The footballer admits, a cheeky smile settled upon his face. “We have to do the Dirty Dancing move.”

“Oh do we now?” I laugh, finding it highly entertaining that he wants to try a move from a cringey 80s film.

“What? Dirty Dancing is a classic, we watch it pretty much every film night and everybody that has seen that movie wants to try that move at least once.” He confesses, trying to explain his reasoning as a way to avoid any embarrassment.

“Sure okay, just promise not to drop me.”

“I’d be a fool to drop you.”

I shake my head at his words as I walk a short distance away from him. Nerves bubble in my stomach, fearing that this could be an epic disaster and I could go tumbling across the floor. Yet as I run and jump into his arms, I’ve never felt safer than when he holds me tightly above his head. Strong hands gripping my waist hard, ensuring that he won’t let me fall. 

I giggle excitedly when he begins to lower me, holding me close to his body so that I am face to face with him though not quite placing me on the ground. The intensity of his stare makes me feel in a way that I’ve never felt with anyone else before and for the first time since death, I feel safe. I feel comfortable. I feel brave.

Once again, Charlie’s words ring through my head and before I can stop myself my hands are holding his cheeks softly. With every ounce of bravery within me and despite some part deep inside of me screaming no, fearing a repeat of previous situations, I hesitantly brush my lips over his. He’s so gentle, allowing me to lead so as to not push me too far.

Wally’s lips are soft against mine, interlocking slowly and delicately. My stomach feels crazy, the butterflies feel as though they’re trying to escape and I push myself further into the kiss. Allowing passion to take over and quashing the fear as much as physically possible. My arms slide from Wally’s cheeks to his hair, raking my fingers through the dark locks as my legs wrap around his torso in order to provide more stability.

I find myself desperately yearning for more, kissing the footballer with such intensity and heat, I didn’t know I was physically capable of. However, as his hands slowly move from holding my waist to situating themselves just beneath my ass, I struggle to fight the fear and worry residing within me.

As much as I don’t want to, I slowly pull myself away from the dark haired boy. Unwrapping my legs from him, signaling to be placed on the ground, which Wally does so gently. Even as I step away from him, he’s gazing at me with such awe that I feel like the luckiest girl on the planet.

“As amazing as that was, I think that’s as far as I want to go for now.” I admit, shame coursing through my veins making me unable to look at Wally afraid that he will judge me, or even worse, become angry. “Is that okay?”

My voice is meek and quiet, terrified of the response I am about to receive. Yet, when Wally’s hand ever so softly touches my chin, raising it to look at him, he has quite possibly the sweetest look on his face. Offering me a warm smile. 

“Of course, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” 

Heart racing, a sense of accomplishment washes over me. I’m one step closer to processing and I feel a renewed hope that perhaps I can have a normal afterlife. Or at the very least attempt to live peacefully in this eternity without suffering for the rest of time.

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The Hot Nerd…

Virgin!Seonghwa/AFAB!Reader

WARNINGS: unprotected sex and language

A/N: another collab with @gyoobies 🤝 this was soooooo much fun to write and i cant believe we’re this funny and unhinged 💀 (yeah i can lol) hope yall enjoy! silver hair seonghwa’s got me by the BALLS 🙂‍↕️

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

You hurried to your workplace, not wanting to be late and get another earful from your boss, who also happened to be your best friend.

Although the walk to work was chilly, you sucked it up and pushed through, knowing it would be worth it once your patrons got a look at you in your outfit. Along with your glittery chunky heeled boots, you wore a tight black turtle neck with jean shorts that were probably admittedly so, a bit too short.

But you didn’t care especially considering your chosen fits were something that kept the clientele flowing, along with another one of your special talents admired by few but known by all.

You entered the café and saw your best friend and co-worker already busy at the counter. “Get in the kitchen Hoover, we’ve got a bit of a rush.” She instructed and you headed straight for the kitchen, waving at the patrons who knew you personally by your café name.

Once the rush was over, the two of you stood at the counter watching the monitors and waiting to greet anyone who walked in.

“Him, him, him, her, her, all of them.” You said as you pointed to your conquests on the monitors that would indicate to the staff if any patrons needed assistance.

“Wow, and here I thought it was our speciality drinks that kept them coming in, by the way aren’t you freezing in those?” she asked as she pointed to your shorts, worried about your health after walking in the bitter cold. You shook your head, “Hoes don’t get cold darling.” You said with a laugh and suggestive pose, despite being glad you were finally in the warmth of the café.

The bell above the front door suddenly chimed. “Hi! Welcome to-“ you stopped your greeting as your friend continued hers, watching the tall gorgeous man that just walked in.

“Ohhhhh, looks like it’s time to get to work.” You said with a playful wink. Your friend shot you a look, “Easy there, that’s the guy I’ve been telling you about so, back off.” She said with a very serious tone. You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest, not expecting the guy shes been fawning over to be that damn sexy and tall.

Just as you resigned yourself to not having any fun today, another patron walked in. His silver hair caught your eyes first, then his height when he stood next to your friend’s crush, who was a few inches taller.

Then it was his lips as they curved into a shy smile. You practically bounced over to your friend, “A new foe has appeared!” you cheered.

The monitor signaled that someone in the gaming section needed help, so she hurried off after telling you to check them in.

You happily turned your attention to the hot nerd in front of you. “You here for business or pleasure?” you asked, eyeing him up and down.

The taller of the two shifted his eyes between the two of you, nudging his friend. “P-pleasure, uhm just a few hours, thanks.” You turned to tap away at the point of service tablet and smirked, “Oh honey, a few hours is more than enough, I promise you.”

Yunho giggled and his friend looked at him, “What? You think it’ll take longer to rank up?” he asked, completely oblivious to your remark. Yunho just rolled his eyes and walked off, heading to where the student section was.

“Right this way!” you chirped and he waited for you to lead him off. As you walked, you made sure to sway your hips a bit harder just in case he was staring. But when you turned to lead him to his seat, you saw he was just staring at his phone instead of you. “Thanks,” was all he said as he walked past you and sat down. “No problem, just press the call button if you need anything” you said reluctantly, feeling you’d need to up the stakes if you wanted his attention.

You headed back to the front, intentionally ignoring one of the customers who was trying to get your attention. Your mind only focusing on getting in that hot nerd’s pants.

After your friend was done tending to her crush, she finally made her way back to behind the counter.

“How’s it going?” You leaned down on your hands and sighed, “Horribly, he’s not even paying attention to me!” you said in a huff as she came to stand next to you.

“I meant work? how’s work going?” You turned away from her, looking to see if he’d press the call button anytime soon for some kind of refreshments.

“Huh? Oh, it’s fine.” Your friend rolled her eyes, “Really? You of all people getting upset cause this one guy isn’t foaming at the mouth for you?! You’re hot you can have anyone!”

You sighed, knowing she was right hut also wanting something you craved so deeply. “But I want him!” you whined in jest and rolled your eyes when another patron called for help instead.

“Ugh, I’ll go! Oh and don’t think I forgot to ask about Yunho, I’m only slightly dickstracted!” you said pointing at her before you headed off.

“Hi how can I- oh it’s you.” You rolled your eyes, seeing one of your past hook ups. “I was trying to get your attention earlier, but I guess you didn’t see me.” You looked down at the tablet, “Do you need something Chan? Or are you trying to make small talk? Cause I’m on the clock, soo.”

He started yapping, his aussie accent coming through a lot thicker given his excitement from finally getting to talk to you again. If only you had cared the slightest bit about him, you probably wouldn’t have lost interest in the conversation he was currently carrying on his own. You looked around the room for anything more stimulating.

Your eyes fell on the hot nerd you checked in earlier. He was tapping away, engrossed in the game he was playing. You watched as he used his index and middle fingers to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Were his fingers always that long?

“Hey!” Chan said loudly, snapping his fingers at you. “Yeah yeah, you said a number 3, no pickles and a large boba, anything else?” you asked, hurrying to tap all the information in. He sighed, “I also asked if you, maybe wanted to, you know, continue what we started last time?” Your eyes flicked from him to the silver haired boy who currently piqued your interest.

Should you go with something easy, someone you’ve already had? Or should you try for something a bit more challenging? “Sorry Chan, I don’t fuck gacha whales!” you said with a giggle and walked off.

Seonghwa watched you walk back to the front of the café, leaning back in his chair to get a good look at your ass. He didn’t get a chance before when you first lead him to his seat since his phone suddenly pinged with a text from Yunho.

You had caught his eye ever since check in, realizing you were the person at Sip n’ Surf Mingi was always on about. Then his pants started to tighten at the thought of what he suggested the two of you do if he was ever given the opportunity.

He thought about Mingi’s words to him when the younger found out where he was headed with Yunho. “If you’re lucky, you won’t come back a virgin bro.”

Seonghwa went hot and breathed deeply, just as Yunho walked up to sit next to him. “Did I just catch you eyeing up the staff?” Yunho asked, quite thrilled his friend was actually checking someone out so openly. He coughed and stretched, “What? No, I’m just stretching?” He lied and went back to his game.

But he would mull over the thought of you. Your legendary mouth on his cock, thinking about what had that one guy you were talking to in such a huff after you walked away.

Yunho mentioned something about getting food right when his crush joined him. Seonghwa didn’t want to feel even more like a nuisance after his “smash” comment so he headed off to the front to order something. He nervously walked up and watched you from behind as you observed the monitors.

You watched the monitors with your back turned to the counter, waiting for station 69 to light up. You sighed, thinking there might be something wrong with the button and you began hitting the monitor, as if that would help.

Someone cleared their throat behind you and you composed yourself before turning around with a smile. “Hi is there anything I can help you with?” You met eyes with him, the silver haired hottie who walked in with Yunho.

You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together and inhale a breath when he smiled back at you. God damn, were those all of his teeth?

You gulped and hoped he didn’t hear it, “Oh, number 69, did you hit that rank yet?” you asked as you logged into the tablet, preparing to assist him.

“Not yet, Im stuck at Immortal 3, thought I should take a break for some food.” you nodded and tilted your head, “Well you don’t have that far to go, you might just hit Radiant if you keep at it, but looks like your couple of hours is almost up.” Your voice came out more flirtatious than you had intended, but he simply nodded in response, not really catching on. Or so you thought.

“Right, can you add another hour please?” you nodded and input more time for his station, his eyes following your fingers as you tapped away. He eyed you up and down, admiring your form and thinking what you must look like out of those clothes. He shook the thought from his head and focused on the menu in front of him.

You waited as he looked through the menu, his eyebrows knitting together as he was deep in thought. God he kept getting more and more gorgeous every time you looked at him, as if that was even possible.

“Do you play Valorant?” he asked, his eyes not leaving the menu. “No, but I think KAYO is suuuuper hot.” you said with a sing-song voice and he looked up at you. “He’s a robot?” he questioned with a raise of his eyebrow. You looked back at him matter of factly, “Yeah, and?”

He just laughed and shook his head, a slight blush creeping on his cheeks. “Wow, okay I’ll have the number 8, oh and a strawberry mochi.”

You input the order and read it back to him. “Anything else number 69?” you asked and he shook his head, handing you his card. “No that’s it, and it’s Seonghwa, you don’t have to keep calling me that” he coughed and giggled, trying to seem nonchalant but failing.

You laughed and ran his card. “Aw, but thats my favorite number!” you teased and turned the tablet for him to sign, handing him back his card after he quickly input his signature. You politely let him know his order would be out soon and he turned on his heel to head back. You admired the way he sauntered off, awkwardly tripping over his own feet.

He arrived back to his station, tapping Yunho on the shoulder to let him back in his chair. “I think I may be a bit out of my depth.” Yunho and your friend wondered what he could mean but before they could ask, you called her over on the intercom. “Would the sweet and spicy Sindel please come to the front, I’m about to pass out, over.”

Your friend groaned but got up anyway, saying bye to yunho and heading to the front. “Wow what did you do to them?” Yunho asked as he went back to playing. “Nothing? I ordered some food, that’s all.” he said as he clacked away on the keyboard. “Then they must be really into you, maybe you could finally-“ he insinuated that last word and Seonghwa stopped what he was doing and looked at his friend.

“Shut up!” he whisper yelled and looked around, his cheeks dusting a light shade of pink. Yunho shrugged, “I’m just saying!” he teased and went back to his game.

Your friend finally arrived, catching you on the floor, gasping loudly for air and practically shaking, “His name is S-Seonghwa, dear god I’d stand up but there’d be a puddle.” You were right about hearing his name for the first time, just barely keeping it together as he walked away.

She laughed at your statement, “Good thing I didn’t text you he was heading over here, does the name live up to the man?” You moaned out loud, “Oh I’ll be seeing stars for sure!”

You thought about his pretty mouth all over you, wondering just how incredible he must be with his tongue and hands. The thought of his obvious sexual prowess in bed sent your mind reeling with thoughts.

“Oh! Is that his order? I’ll take it!” you yelped and stood up, taking the tray from your friend. “How do I look?” you asked and she eyed you up and down, “Desperate.” she deadpanned.

“Perfect!” you said and turned on your heel to bring Seonghwa his food. You had mentioned to her about your new plan to purposely drop the silverware so you could bend over in front of him and give him an eyeful and she cheered you on, giving your butt a slap of encouragement.

Seonghwa and Yunho were quiet for only a few minutes after your friend left them before Seonghwa spoke up again. “Do you, think I actually have a chance? With someone that hot and obviously uhm, more experienced?” he asked his friend who nodded with a smile.

“I think they’re the perfect person for you, actually.” Seonghwa sighed, staring at the screen in front of him. “I made it to radiant, got called a virgin in the chat.” Yunho couldn’t hold back his laugh, “Well, you are.” was all he said and you just happened to round the corner with his order in that exact moment.

“I have a number 8 for Seonghwa?” you sang as you walked up to the two men. Seonghwa didn’t look away from his screen however, the one named Yunho had to tap him on the arm to get his attention.

“What?! Oh!” he finally turned to you, “T-thank you,” he said and took his tray after pushing his glasses up his nose. You bit your bottom lip, thinking maybe you shouldn’t drop the utensils on purpose like you had planned. He suddenly seemed more innocent to you than you had first thought, and possibly not at all interested. In your haste to give him his utensils however, they fell from your apron and onto the floor.

“Shit sorry!” You bent down and he quickly got up and bent down to help you. “It’s okay, I got it.” And just then the two of you reached for the same fork, fingers lightly touching. The two of you made eye contact and he turned red and darted his eyes. “Sorry, here.” He handed you the fork and your throat betrayed you as you gulped audibly.

“Thanks, I’ll go get some fresh ones.” you said as you stood up and bowed, hurrying off to talk to your friend about the all too familiar cliche that just happened between you and Seonghwa.

“I think I like him? Is that bad?” you asked your friend. She turned to you surprised, “Why would that be bad? You’re allowed to like him. And it’s not like it’d be the first time you liked one of our customers! You liked Chan.” She said with a giggle, reminding you of your past mistakes.

“Who?” you joked, still wishing those events were all just a fever dream. “Damn, F in the chat for him.” Your friend said with a laugh as you grabbed the supplies to start cleaning the bathrooms, beginning on closing tasks for the night. “Ugh, I hate having feelings! I’m going to go, clean something!”

Seonghwa had finished his food, seeing he didn’t have much time left on his session. He started getting his things together, mindlessly tuning in to some chit chat from the patron next to him.

“You do know why their name is Hoover right? Like the vacuum?” His ears went hot, knowing they were talking about you after hearing your café name. “I haven’t gotten one from them, but a couple of my friends have, said it was the best they’d ever had.” The two patrons laughed amongst themselves, beginning to call you some unsavory names.

“So they’re just giving them out that easy? Wow, what a fucking slut! You think maybe-“ the man was cut off suddenly as Seonghwa swung his bag right into his face.

“Oh my bad bro.” he said nonchalantly as the guy just rubbed the back of his head and turned away without a fuss.

He mulled over his thoughts about the situation, deciding not to go through with it as he texted Yunho.

“I’m way to scared to follow through with this, gonna wait in the car.”

He headed to the closest bathroom, finding out the door was locked after trying the handle. With a sigh he turned, heading to the other bathroom and opening the door. He stopped once he saw you, currently bent over the toilet with your ass facing him. He admired the way your ass cheeks peaked from the bottom of the tight denim. He felt himself stiffen, hurrying to hide the growing bulge in his pants.

You mulled over the events in your head, feeling downright foolish for chasing after someone who clearly wasn’t the slightest bit interested in you. And that was fine, it’s not like you ever actually even cared about the people you’d hook up with, they were simply amusement for you when business was slow.

But you’d be lying if there wasn’t something about him that intrigued you. Was it just his looks? No, it couldn’t be just that. There were plenty of good looking people who came through the doors. So then what was it?

You wondered with a sigh and scrubbed at a particular spot in the toilet, bending over to get a better angle when you realized you weren’t alone.

“Oh!” you yelped upon seeing Seonghwa behind you. His large hands were currently covering his crotch and you quickly caught on to what was happening.

You watched him with the toilet scrubber in your hand as he tried to slyly cover the growing bulge in his pants. “Right sorry! Uhm I’ll just, uh-“ you put the brush away and grabbed the cleaning caddy, trying not to look in his direction as he seemed embarrassed enough.

After washing up you hurried to the front, ready to tell your friend what just happened and how dumb you had felt about everything, but you noticed her talking to the hottie that occupied almost all of her thoughts lately.

She laughed and lightly tapped him on the arm, you decided to approach without complaining, not wanting to ruin her good time.

“Hey!” Yunho said first, your plan to stay unnoticed now thwarted. “Hi,” you said simply and your friend turned to look at you, knowing something was up. “What’s this? Not saying anything snarky? What happened?” she asked as she approached, feeling your forehead with the back of her hand. “Are you sick?”

Yunho laughed at the two of you, “Is this that out of character for them?” Your friend turned to him and crossed her arms over her chest, “You kidding? This one never shuts their mouth! That’s how I know, so spill!” she said turning back to you.

You shifted your eyes between her and yunho, hoping she’d get the hint. But it seems Yunho knew more than he let on. “Is it about Seonghwa?” he asked holding back a laugh, “you’ve got him all hot and bothered you know.”

“Oh? That explains the boner but-“ you said with a hand on your chin. Your friend turned to you “What boner?!” she practically screamed out. “The one I just saw on Seonghwa, well the one he tried to hide but of course I’d know one from a mile away.” You sighed, deciding that your current endeavor to take him home that night was over. “He’s clearly not interested, so whatever.” You came to grips with the fact that you’d probably spend the night overstimulating yourself until your vibrator died.

Yunho nodded, “Actually I think you should go see if he needs a hand, or a mouth, I can guarantee he’s interested.” Your friend turned to him and raised an eyebrow, “So you’re co-signing with their shenanigans?” she asked walking over to him and leaning over the counter.

You watched as she kicked back her leg while she talked to him, they were sickeningly cute together. “For my friend’s sake? Yeah, he could stand to have some fun. I mean, we all can.” he smirked back at her and you took it as a sign and turned to head back to the bathroom. You were now newly determined to get your man the way she was getting hers.

“Who’s the blowjob bandit of Sip n’ Surf!?” your friend yelled some encouraging words as you walked off triumphantly. “Me!!!” you answered loudly and practically skipped to the bathroom, hoping Seonghwa would still be there.

You knocked on the bathroom door, seeing if he was ok. “Hey, are you alright in there?” You felt dumb for asking such a thing, of course he wasn’t alright! He was probably a sticky sweaty mess by now.

You were about to walk away when you heard the door unlock, his face peaking from a crack in the door. “I’m not,” the man before you looked absolutely disheveled. His hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, his face flushed. “But you already knew that.” His voice was deeper than the last time you spoke to him, and he looked so much more attractive in this frenzied state.

Had he been trying to get off all this time? And to no avail it seemed from the distraught and unsatisfied looked on his face. “Well, is there anything I can do to help?”

Your voice was soft as you reached out to him. He took you by the wrist. “I sure hope so Hoover, you’re the reason I’m like this.” he said in an almost growl as he pulled you into the bathroom.

He quickly pinned you up against the door, his bulge brushing up against your thigh, your core stirring as you felt his breath on your ear. “Been staring at you all day, do you always dress like this?”

His hands moved to your hips and trailed down to the hem of your shorts where he attempted to slide his hands underneath despite how tight they were on you.

The sudden change in his personality was suffocating, but you got your bearings and tried calling his bluff playfully and ever the flirt.

“It depends really, but today something told me to go the extra mile, just in case someone as hot as you walked in.” You spoke against his plush lips, kissing them briefly before pulling away.

Your hands traveled into his unbuttoned pants and reached for his dick, your hand beginning to tug on him slowly. He hissed, moving a hand to brace himself on the wall, moving closer and moaning in your ear. “More, please.” he huffed out softly.

You got down on your knees so fast you were certain they’d be bruised by the time you stood up again. You wasted no time in taking his length into your mouth, your saliva dripping heavily as your mouth watered around him.

“Fuck!” he whisper yelled, taking a fistful of your hair in his free hand while the other gripped the wall for purchase. You looked up at him and pulled off, meeting his stare with a smile. You gently kissed the tip of his dick before taking it all back into your mouth.

The sounds that dripped from his mouth as he gripped your hair were downright heavenly. You met his eyes that were fixed on you, watching as you took him all the way into the back of your throat.

You held onto his thighs, nails digging into the fabric of his pants, as you let him push your head further onto him. He held you there for a few seconds before realizing you needed to pull away. You inhaled deeply, his cum and your saliva dripping down your lips and chin.

You used both hands to grip and pump him as you worked on sucking his tip, both of his hands now going to brace himself on the door.

“God!” he huffed as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. “Yes? I’m right here baby.” you mewled before moving to suck on his thick sack.

Just then your phone rang, but you were so fixated on pleasing the man before you that you absentmindedly answered it, slobbering loudly and breathing deep. “Huh? Oh, yeah everyone’s gone! Oh, what am I doing?”

You had answered your friend, who was checking in on the task she gave you of checking the back for any more customers. You remembered she had asked twice, the first time was before you started cleaning, the next was before you started performing like a damn Hoover vacuum on your new favorite conquest.

You took Seonghwa back into your mouth and he whined almost breathlessly. You put your phone down, your friend hanging up once they figured it out, and let your back hit the door.

“Come closer,” you beckoned and he moved in so close, his body pinned you against the door. He pumped his long dick in your warm, wet mouth just a little and he quickly busted his load down your throat. You moaned as he cried out, his moans almost as pretty as his current orgasm face was.

You swallowed all of him, letting him pull back and out of your mouth, but stopping him before he pulled out fully. You gripped gently on him and sucked on his tip, savoring the last drops of his cum before you finally pulled away.

“Nice dick.” you said and got up, a bit wobbly but he helped steady you. “Nice mouth.” he huffed and put his dick back in his pants. “What this ol’ thing?” you giggled and went to clean your face.

You watched as he stood behind you, awkwardly far and avoiding looking at you. “Uhm, can you not tell anyone about this? It’s a little embarrassing.”

Embarrassing? What a weird thing to say after he was just balls deep down your throat. You suddenly felt bad, almost ashamed and doubting yourself. You only ever did these things to have fun, and it never meant anything to you before. So why now? And with him?

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” you said as you dried your hands and watched him hurry out, not once looking back at you.

You sighed deeply and made your way to the front of the cafe, going on autopilot mode to get through the rest of your shift.

Seonghwa sat back next to Yunho, trying his best to not look like he just got his soul sucked out of him through his dick.

“Welcome back,” the taller of the two said with a smirk. Seonghwa tugged the straps of his backpack to tighten them and sighed, “Hello.” He said before pushing the mouse and keyboard aside and groaning loudly as he put his head down in his arms.

Yunho chuckled and patted his friend on his back, “There there,” he teased and went back to his game. Seonghwa sniffled as he thought about what just happened. “Bro, you crying?” Yunho asked as he pushed his friend.

Seonghwa sat up, “I’m pretty sure I just had my first blowjob?” he said, looking at his friend. Yunho nodded, “I heard!” he laughed as he turned to him.

“What do you mean you-?” Seonghwa questioned only for a second before realizing. “Holy shit did I black out?” he sat there questioning everything as Yunho just laughed hard at him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever come like that on my own, holy shit dude.” the man who just came down your throat said in praise and in a kind of relief having finally gotten that out of the way. “That good? Congrats! Did you return the favor?” Yunho asked as he leaned back in his chair.

“Uhm no, I just kinda left? Shit should I have- oh my god!” He held his face in his hands, a feeling of shame washing over him. “You just LEFT?! What the fuck is wrong with you I taught you better than that!” Yunho said, shaking him roughly.

You had told your friend about what happened, never keeping any juicy details from her. But she noticed you seemed upset, not at all smug like you usually were after sucking some good dick. You sighed, “Then he just left, said he was embarrassed. God I feel gross for the first time in a long time.” You huffed and headed to the back to finish on some desserts for tomorrow, not knowing your friend was about to send Yunho a very heated message.

“I felt embarrassed and I suddenly wanted to leave? I don’t know, god they must think I’m an asshole!” He said as he ran his fingers through his hair in distress. “No, you’re definitely an asshole!” Yunho responded and turned to the alert he got on his monitor. Seonghwa looked over and read the absolute ass reaming message she sent to Yunho. “Oh no!” the elder of the two said as he stood up, ready to hurry out. Yunho held him still, “No way I’m letting your awkwardness ruin this for the both of us, come the fuck on!” he advised and dragged his friend to the front.

Seonghwa walked up to the front with Yunho at his side, holding him close, afraid he’d run away if he hadn’t. “Hey is Hoover around?” Seonghwa asked after clearing his throat. Your friend crossed her arms over her chest, “Why?”

“Please i just want to apologize, I promise. I need to tell them something.” She raised an eyebrow at him and gestured for him to head back there, but not before giving him a stern look.

You felt a presence enter the kitchen and sighed, “That’s the last time I suck dick in the bathroom, too many horrible memories.” You said, already knowing he was behind you. “Sorry, let me explain-“ you ignored him however, focusing on stuffing the pastries in front of you with cream.

“I’ll have you know I never had someone tell me they were embarrassed of me, if that’s the case why’d you pull me in there?!” He moved closer trying to get a word in but you just continued.

“You seemed just fine stuffing your pretty cock down my throat, not to mention the noises you were making, sounding like a total degenerate and-“ you were currently stuffing a pastry with so much cream it was about to burst.

“I’m a virgin!” he blurted out and the pastry burst open, cream flowing out of it as you kept squeezing the piping bag.

You turned to him, “No fucking way?” you put the bag down and looked at him, finding the news incredibly unbelievable. “Yes way. Why is that so hard to believe?” He asked with a shy smile.

You put your arms out in his direction and moved them frantically, “UHM?! Cause you’re walking sex Seonghwa, excuse me if i find it hard to believe that a guy who looks like he just stepped out of an anime, isn’t getting laid every night.”

You noticed just how red and embarrassed he got from your words, so you finally stopped talking about his looks. You figured he must be a bit insecure, not knowing just how attractive he was. “But that doesn’t matter anyway! Virginity’s not real? Hey why’s it even a thing?” you spoke quickly, trying to help him feel at ease.

“I’m sorry, that I walked out like that, I probably hate myself more than you hate me right now.” You shook your head and took his hands in yours, “I don’t hate you, and uhm, thanks for actually taking the time to come and apologize.” His hands felt nice as you held them, his long fingers interlocking with yours.

“I still feel like shit, and your friend probably wants to kill me.” You turned away from him with a laugh, “She’s looking out for me, can you blame her?” You asked as you put the ruined pastry in the trash and took the tray of the good ones into the cooler.

You came back and gave him a kiss, his hands moving to grab your ass immediately. “Well, how was it?” you asked against his lips as he avoided your eyes. You took him by his cheeks and made him look at you as he answered.

“Really fucking good.” His voice was low as he moved in closer. You met his lips and draped your arms over his shoulders. “So, did you wanna-?” your voice being cut off by his before you could finish.

“Yes!” he practically screamed and turned to look out of the kitchen door, thinking someone heard him. “Uhm I mean, if you’re insinuating what I think you are then, yeah absolutely.” You just kissed him back, taking him by the hand and out of the kitchen.

The two of you grabbed your coats and you were about to look for your friend and let them know you were heading out with Seonghwa when something on the monitor caught your eye.

“Interesting!” was all you said and quickly sent her a text instead. Seonghwa looked at the screen and gasped, turning away with a red face.

“Make sure you don’t leave any of your guts behind after he finishes brutalizing you with those fingers, going home with Seonghwa, see you in the morning!”

The two of you headed out and made sure the door locked behind you before heading off into the bitter cold. You shivered and tightened your coat around you.

“Hmm? What happened to hoes don’t get cold?” he asked in jest as he pulled you closer to him. You looked at him with wide eyes, “Yunho may have mentioned something.” He answered the look you gave him, turning pink in the process. You laughed through chattering teeth, “Shut uuuuuup!” You cuddled closer to him as he walked the two of you to his car.

You didn’t think it was possible for him to get any hotter, that was until you watched him drive. He was talking about how it was actually Yunho’s car but him and his roommates all shared it when they needed to. You nodded along just watching his forearm and hands flex as he drove, the sudden thought of sucking his dick while he drove being the only thing on your mind.

You arrived at your apartment, and hurried inside, calling the elevator and kissing as the two of you waited. You could barely keep your hands to yourselves as you pushed him towards your front door. “Your lips are so perfect.” You said as you pulled away, suddenly taking your sweater off and moving back in to kiss him. “Here?!” he asked with hesitation. You stared at him, your breasts looking tantalizing in your bra,

“What? You embarrassed?” you asked as you tilted your head to the side. He remembered earlier and felt bad all over again, “Of course not.” He said and quickly undid his shirt. You splayed your hands over his toned chest and pushed the fabric off of him. “Sexy,” you said and finally unlocked the door.

“Believe it or not, you’re the first guy I’ve brought home, you should be honored.” you said as you pulled him in. He giggled, “I am, thank you.” He was going to get whatever he wanted from you if he kept up with that cute little giggle.

“Did you want something to drink?” you asked as he came up behind you. You placed your bag down on the kitchen counter as he wrapped his arms around you and leaned into your neck.

“Cant think of anything else but fucking you right now, if I’m being honest.” your knees buckled a bit, but you simply took his hands and moved them to grope your breasts.

He sighed against your ear and you turned to him. “You sound really hot when you say fuck, can you say it again?” you asked as you perked your ass up against him. He hesitated, suddenly put on the spot. You heard him swallow, “You’re gonna drive me crazy you know that? Fuck.” he growled and began nipping and kissing your neck.

You turned fully in his arms and met his plump lips. He seemed taken aback, but he took your lead and kissed you back. He was a bit clumsy at first, but got the hang of it quickly, learning from you and meeting your tongue with his. He must have practiced somehow cause the things he was doing with his tongue and teeth, biting your bottom lip after you’d come up for air had you thinking he probably wasn’t as pure and innocent as he led on. His hands didn’t stop exploring your form, “Hold on.” you said and took off your shorts.

“Can i make a request?” he said softly as he pushed you back against the counter once they were off. Your head was fuzzy, the wetness between your legs and the way your pussy ached for him was driving you crazy. “Of course.” you said and pulled him closer by the belt loops of his jeans.

He took his glasses off, his bare face finally exposed to you and he looked more gorgeous than ever. He placed his glasses down on the counter behind you and leaned in, caging you in his arms. “Can I, eat your pussy? Uhm, to make up for earlier?”

If the word fuck dripping from his mouth hadn’t already done something to you, hearing him say pussy in that very needy way would have sent you skyrocketing through the ceiling.

“That’s what I should’ve done instead of-“ you shut him up with a kiss and brought his hands to your waist “Lift me.” you said and he obliged, easily getting you to sit on the counter. “You’re okay with it?” you pulled him back roughly and kissed him hard, whimpering in the neediest way as you opened your legs for him,

“Please Seonghwa, shut the fuck up and get down there.” he smiled and got on his knees, pulling down your underwear after you shimmied out of them. He tossed them to the side and slotted himself between your legs, quickly and eagerly lapping up the mess that was already there.

He moaned deeply, your taste dancing on his tongue. He pulled you closer by your thighs, hooking your legs over his shoulders so he could plunge deeper into you.

That perfectly pointed nose of his teased your clit as he worked his tongue inside of you. You arched against him and whined, “No way you’re this good already, shit!” you tugged on his soft silver hair, your toes curling as he plunged his long fingers into you.

His other hand wrapped around your leg and played with your clit, his tongue and fingers from his other hand too busy inside of you. He had definitely practiced or researched this cause fuck, not even the experienced men you’d been with were this good and thorough.

“Seonghwa-“ you huffed out, feeling yourself about to come undone. He pulled away, looking at you with slicked lips and chin, quietly stuffing two fingers inside of you deeply and standing up to meet your lips in a messy kiss.

You moaned into his hot mouth, clenching down and cumming hard on his fingers after his onslaught on your spot. “I can feel you cumming?” his statement came out more like a question than a comment, something he probably didn’t know was even possible. You giggled against his lips at his cute curiosity.

“Wait until you feel it on your dick pretty boy.” you nipped at his bottom lip, before pulling away. He brought his fingers to his mouth and moaned in delight. His breathy moans as he sucked your slick off of his fingers sent a wave of pleasure to your core.

You moved in to kiss at the expanse of his neck, making sure to leave marks that would have his roommates questioning what exactly he got into that night.

Once he was done thoroughly sucking his fingers, you let him take off your bra and he brought his hands to cup your breasts, “This can’t be your first time touching someone’s tits can it?” you asked as he seemed to be laser focused on staring at them.

He licked his lips as he squeezed them, “And if i told you it was?” You went flush from his words and at the look he gave you, his thick eyebrows raising.

You held back a giggle, “Then I’d say I’m very honored,” you looked down at his hands, his fingers gently pinching your nipples now. “And so are they.” You brought your hands behind your back and swayed side to side so they jiggled as he held them.

“So fucking pretty,” he leaned down, about to take one of your nipples in his mouth. You choked and he looked up at you. “What? You okay?” he asked softly, worried he had done something wrong. “Yeah I’m fine, I’m just really sensitive there.” He smirked devilishly, “Yeah?” he asked as he pinched your nipples harder.

You gripped onto the counter, holding on for dear life as he brought his mouth to latch onto one of them. He sucked hard, using his tongue to tease your hardened nub. You arched against him all over again, your hands flying to his hair as he moved to suck on the other. The sensation caused you to get even more aroused, your pussy clenching over nothing. He used both hands to grip onto the supple soft skin, adjusting his mouth to suck on even more flesh.

“F-fuuuck!” you sighed, feeling yourself come undone in his grip, his tongue flattening against both of your nipples as he pushed your breasts together. He pulled away after seeing you fidget under him. You pushed him away slightly, “No way a virgin made me cum just from sucking on my tits, christ.” You huffed and he couldn’t help but smile with a red face.

You brought him to your bedroom and once inside, with the door wide fucking open, the two of you made quick work of the rest of his clothes. You crawled onto your bed and faced him, admiring the way he walked closer to you. “What?” he asked with a blush.

“You’re the hottest guy I’ve been with, I’m just admiring it before you’re gone.” you teased and moved to lay on your stomach. He moved closer to you, dick in hand but eyebrows furrowed. “Do you not want to see me again?” You eagerly took the dick he offered you into your mouth, eyes fluttering open to look up at him. You sucked his tip briefly and pulled away with an audible popping sound.

“I just mean later tonight when you’re gone, of course I wanna see you again” you sort of moaned the last word of your sentence, taking him back into your mouth and letting your saliva drip down like a waterfall.

He hissed, getting his bearings much faster than in the cafe bathroom where he was a whining mess. His touch on your head was soft as he looked down at you, his bottom lip going between his teeth. He took hold of your hair and used it as leverage to slowly grind against your face. you looked up at him and admired his fucked out look.

His brow was shining with sweat, making his hair stick to his forehead. He smirked at you and ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back and revealing just how gorgeous and chiseled his face was. He smiled wide and you clenched over nothing needing to feel him inside.

He’d have those moments where you questioned his experience cause of his striking duality. One minute he was asking innocent questions and sounding inexperienced and the next minute he was deep throating you while growling like a demon.

He pulled out of your mouth, your saliva dripping and connecting you to him in a sticky string. “How do you want it?” you asked as you moved to sit on your knees, pumping his slicked cock in both hands.

He rubbed the back of his head with a sigh. “Why don’t you decide?” he asked and brought you in for a kiss. You kissed sloppily for a few seconds before you pulled away.

“No way, it’s your first time, you decide!” He leaned in and kissed you again, bringing your arms to drape over his shoulders. “Okay then, what do you like most?”

You knew he was just trying to get you to pick, so you relented, thinking it’d be a better experience for him anyway. “Well, i like being on top but,” his hands roamed down your back, his nails just grazing your skin. “backshots drive me crazy.” you huffed against his lips, his hands moved to grip your ass tightly from your words.

He whimpered, “O-okay, let’s do that.” he stumbled over his words and you couldn’t help but giggle at his awkwardness.

You brought him onto the bed and went to your nightstand to grab a condom. You looked at him, then back in the drawer. “Hmmm.” you said out loud. You simply closed the drawer, “I need to get bigger ones, one sec.” you said leaving him on the bed, questioning his size as he looked down at his dick.

You were back within a few minutes, swiftly taking off the large shirt you had thrown on. “Where did you go?” he asked as you began unwrapping the condom. “My neighbors.” you said with a laugh and pulled the rubber onto him easily. He almost questioned you, but decided against it, realizing it probably wasn’t any of his business.

You kissed him before turning your ass to him and getting on your knees. You turned to look at him, “Oh sorry, do you not want to?” You felt slightly off, hoping you didn’t seem too eager or insensitive in a way. “No it’s not that I’m just, I was admiring the view.”

You playfully waved him off, “Really, I mean it you’re really pretty.” His voice was soft, his words sweet as he squeezed your rear. You turned to kiss him, feeling him slide his dick against your folds and slowly sliding into you.

His hands moved to either side of you, his arms caging you in. He sighed in your ear, slowly pulling out with a sigh and plunging back in hard. “Ah!” you yelped and he looked up at you, but you reassured him with a kiss. “It’s ok. I liked it Seonghwa, don’t stop.” you bit his bottom lip and turned, arching your back against him.

He went slowly, trying his best not to slip out of you. He started kissing your back, trailing sweet hot kisses down as he sat up on his knees, slapping your ass lightly. You yelped, more at his shocking duality from sweet to savage than the actual pain.

“Was that okay?” he asked rubbing the spot he hit. You nodded, “Harder next time.” you said and pushed back against him, beckoning him to keep fucking you as you clenched down on him. He moaned loudly, slapping your ass hard this time and finally picking up speed.

God you were so happy he had a nice long dick, you were drooling onto the bed at how nice and snug he fit. He was hitting your spot so perfectly, you couldn’t help but give him praise. “Yes, just like that, fuck!” you cried out, gripping the sheets. He took you by the waist, using his hold to fuck into you faster and harder, his peak nearing. “I don’t think I can-shit!” he huffed out, stuttering against you and cumming hard.

He immediately bent down, kissing your neck and cheek. “Fuck I’m so sorry, you felt too good.” You moved off of him, the look on his face defeated. “Don’t be sorry, just finish what you started.” you said as you pushed him onto his back. You moved so that your pussy was over his face and without asking he pulled you to sit on him.

His tongue danced inside of you, his big nose perfect against your sensitive clit as you rode him. You grabbed your breasts and teased your nipples as you sought your release. He was a sloppy and loud eater, moaning against you and slurping up all of your essence. it wasn’t long before you climaxed, bucking against his face and gripping his hair tight.

“Fuck, you’re really good at that, you should be proud.” you sighed and moved on wobbly knees to lay down. You watched him wipe his mouth, “Thanks,” he said with a giggle and moved to lay next to you.

The two of you kissed for a while before the usual game of needing versus wanting to leave started. “Uhm, did you want to stay the night?” you asked as you stood up, going to grab your phone from your purse. “If that’s okay with you?” he asked as he sloppily removed the condom. You nodded and took a sip from a nearby water bottle. “Cool, we can have breakfast at my neighbors in the morning.” You handed him the water bottle and he kind of frowned. “Oh don’t worry, I promise we’re just friends!”

You woke up with your pussy aching from the dream you had. Seonghwa had you tied up, overstimulating you over and over again until you were crying real, fat tears.

“Dear god I hope you’re still here.” You said as you reached out, feeling his exposed back. You nuzzled closer to him, kissing him gently, hoping he’d wake up soon.

He soon stirred awake, turning to you and immediately taking your lips. You felt his hardness against your thigh and opened your legs for him. “You sure?” He asked and you nodded, wrapping your legs around his skinny waist. He pushed his bare cock into you, the feeling of your warmth around him almost tempting him to stop.

“Seonghwa, go slow okay?” He looked at you and got his bearings, taking your hands in his and holding them above your head.

His pace was slow, his hips moving against you better than last night. So much so that you felt a familiar twist in your gut as the pleasure started to build. He moved to kiss and suck your neck, biting down when he felt you start to pulse around him. He growled at the sensations of your tight cunt, “That’s not helping, Hoover.”

You were taken aback by your cafe name being used outside of work. “It’s Y/n,” you said with a huff as he thrust back in hard. He smiled and kissed you, “Y/n, please hold back a little?” he asked and you relented, the sweet way he said your name earning him a pass.

The pace was nice and slow, feeling so good as he took it upon himself to pull you closer, starting to fuck you faster. His long dick hitting your g- spot with every thrust, causing you to grip onto his back and dig your nails into his skin.

“Fuck, don’t stop Seonghwa, please!” Your moans in his ears encouraged him, his moans following yours as he kept at it while meeting his sweaty brow with yours.

He was loud, his sighs and sweet moans filling your room, you were sure the next door neighbor heard everything. You giggled at the thought and pulled him closer for a kiss. “I’m so close baby.” you whined and he couldn’t be happier as he smiled against your lips, “Can I cum inside of you?” he asked nipping at your lips. “Yeah,” you said with a nod and leaned up so that you now sat on his lap.

You met his hips with yours as you rode him, his moans never stopping as the two of you were a sloppy needy mess. “Fuck!” you yelped out as you came, his still hard dick inside of you. You threw your head back and he attached his mouth to your neck, sucking and biting hard as he felt you constrict around him tightly. He soon came deep inside of you, kissing your neck and lips over and over as he slowly milked himself with your cunt.

You swallowed his moans in a kiss, letting him exhale afterwards, his eyes almost teary as he looked at you. His eyes were blown out and his lips parted, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

“I think I’ve created a monster.” You teased and kissed his mouth, nose and then forehead. He hummed and buried his face in the crook of your neck. “I don’t want to get out, so warm.” he said with a whine.

The two of you cleaned up and you took something for your last minute decision, making sure he knew he didn’t do anything wrong when he watched you swallow the pill.

You threw on the loose shirt and some pajama shorts, handing him some for him to wear as well, telling him you loved wearing loose clothes to bed so he was lucky you even had something that fit.

The two of you hurried to your next door neighbors apartment and you knocked loudly. “Gee I really hope I’m not interrupting something!” You said as you waited, soon hearing them grumble behind the front door.

They opened the door and you were finally met with your friend and boss, damp from what looked like a very pleasant shower. “Hope the coffee’s on!” You chirped and walked in as Seonghwa hesitated slightly and followed once he was welcomed in.

You poured out two cups of coffee for you and Seonghwa and sat at the table, waiting for breakfast to be ready. “Your neighbor? Is?” he asked as he looked around. “Yeah, luckily she still had the condoms I got her, didn’t know I’d end up needing some.” You said looking at him with your chin resting on your hands, eyelashes fluttering at him.

He blushed and pushed his glasses up his nose in that cute way. “Shhh.” He said and you were about to scream about his big dick when Yunho walked out of the bathroom. The men simply stared at one another and gave a reassuring nod.

You all ended up helping with breakfast and were eating in no time. Yunho elbowed Seonghwa, silently asking about how it went with a look. Seonghwa hid his face but nodded and Yunho sighed a breath of relief. “Thank god.” He said out loud, looking over at your friend. “It’s not like we didn’t know, what with those loud ass moans.”

“Gasp! You heard us?!” you joked and moved to sit on Seonghwa’s lap. He hid his face in you neck. “Don’t be shy cutie.” You kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll tell you all about it if you want details?” Yunho went red and shook his head while your friend raised their hand. “Ok so once we-“

Seonghwa stopped you with a hand to your mouth. “Thanks for breakfast! Yunho come get the car keys later, I’m not going home anytime soon.” He said to his friend as he dragged you out of the apartment while you giggled the whole way back home.

A/N: hiiii i think this was my longest story at 9k 💀 uhmmmmmmmmm blame seonghwa haha 🤭 check out the companion fic here and see what happens with the bestie!

[judeswhore]

uhm hi😳😳

u also sort of having a little crush on him too but you’ve been friends for so long that ur well aware of his reputation and you’ve had a front row seat to his revolving door of girls so u really don’t wna put urself in a situation where he can hurt u despite knowing that he has some kind of feelings for u. so ur always keeping that little bit of a distance between u, flirting but not letting it go too far, making it very clear that ur just friends by talking abt other guys ur seeing or bringing up girls he’s seeing. and it drives jude mad bc he wants u and he doesn’t really understand why the two of u can’t work out bc he can see there’s something there between u but ur constantly putting a little barrier up. so he’s just having to stick to being a love sick puppy, always asking abt u, always complimenting u, constantly trying to sit near u whenever ur out and being moody if u don’t join ur friends. who think it’s absolutely hilarious that he’s so smitten but u won’t do anything so they’re always torturing him abt how unlucky he is and how eventually he’s gna have to move on.

but the two of u end up on the same night out in the same club but with different groups of friends and without the supervision of ur normal group and somehow ur harmless flirting leads to making out in a dark corner which leads to jude half begging u to go home with him and he just looks so good and his hands feel incredible and all u can think abt is finally scratching that itch. and in ur head its okay bc it’ll happen once and u can get it out of ur system and ur friends won’t ever have to know bc they’re not even there. so u end up going home with him and it’s honestly the best sex of ur life bc jude actually cares abt u so he’s so attentive to ur needs and makes sure ur feeling good the whole time (he gives u more orgasms than you’ve ever had until ur quite literally crying and shaking from the pleasure) and its so strangely intimate and actually kind of perfect but when u wake up the next morning ur hit with a wave of embarrassment and worry over the whole thing bc this is jude and you’d promised urself you’d never go there with him bc it wasn’t worth the hurt down the line.

so ur asking him to keep it quiet and pretend it never happened, telling him it won’t happen again and that he can’t tell ur friends bc it’s really not something u want them to know. and ofc jude is agreeing despite the fact he’s quite disappointed and hurt that ur just gna leave it as a one night stand but he’s so stupidly in love with u that if that’s what u want ofc he’s gna respect it bc he really doesn’t wna ruin ur friendship. and things go back to normal for a little while and u manage to act like nothing happened until all of ur friends are out one night but u couldn’t make it and jude has one too many shots and starts moping again that ur not there and somehow that leads to him spilling his guts abt what happened to the guys and he’s going on abt how amazing it was and how it was the best night of his life and that ur just incredible and he can’t believe he won’t get to sleep with u again and he doesn’t mean it in a gross way and he doesn’t mean to disrespect ur wishes but he just couldn’t help himself and now that little bit of information spreads to ur girlfriends who confront u abt it and u can’t believe jude wld do that to u.

going out as a group the next day and the tension is obvious and u can’t just let it go bc ur fuming that jude has gone and bragged abt getting with u and u feel like shit that he’s one of ur closest friends and he’s treated u like this. so ur following him into the bathroom to ask wtf he’s playing at and u end up having this huge fight bc ur accusing him of being like every other guy and saying this is exactly why u never acted on ur feelings bc u knew he’d let u down and you’d just be like another number to him and jude is just so confused but feels so bad bc that’s not what he wanted and he never meant for it to come out the way he did but he couldn’t help himself when he’s so into u. he’s just letting u rant at him for a while before he’s having to literally cover ur mouth w his hand to get u to shut up and listen to him while he explains and even as he’s explaining he’s telling u he knows it’s not an excuse but u literally drive him crazy and he had to tell his best friend that he finally got w the girl of his dreams and he’s giving u this big love confession that stuns u to the spot bc u knew he liked u but not to this extent and now it’s starting to feel a little silly that you’ve been avoiding ur feelings and not letting him in

this whole situation leading to u finally letting him take u on a date and when ur friends find out abt that they’re all sort of breathing a sigh of relief bc they don’t have to put up w jude being lovesick anymore

[bumblebee-online]

perchance some shrimp x reader who acts like pinkie pie from mlp (shes excitable, happy, loves to bake, but sometimes a bit strange if you dont watch)... maybe some hcs or a oneshot idc :3

⟡ ݁₊ . shrimpo with an excitable s/o!

☎️; woo yaayy da shrimper for today! my fav pony is fluttershy teehee ^_^ hope U like it Nonny,,!

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The two of you couldn’t be any more different, and it’s honestly shocking to everyone else how you managed to get along in the first place. Shrimpo hates just about everything, and he makes sure nobody forgets it. Meanwhile, you’re the complete total opposite! Either you like everything, or you’re at least filled with curiosity about it. Then there’s Shrimpo, lacking your energy, preferring to ignore anything he doesn’t think is worth his time.

Yet thanks to the soft spot you worked so hard to earn, Shrimpo would begrudgingly ease up and join you in your little hobbies. Baking? He hates baking! …But if you really insist, he’ll give it a shot, “just don’t expect it’ll turn out any good!”

And the surprising part is that when Shrimpo actually puts in the effort (thanks to your wonderful motivation), he turns out to be a pretty good baker! During those quiet moments when it’s just the two of you alone, whether it’s painting together or some other creative crafts activity, you can’t help but notice that Shrimpo has a knack for art when he’s comfortable and willing to try. Beneath all the constant criticism lies a hidden talent only you could bring out.

But do keep in mind that if something goes wrong, Shrimpo might freeze up and start doubting himself, diving into a rant about how stupid he was for even trying. But you’re always quick to brighten his mood with your upbeat reassurance, easing his nerves before his frustration boils over and he gives up.

Shrimpo doesn’t ignore your slightly odd demeanor, which might come off as a bit off-putting to some other Toons. Sure, your positivity is contagious and appreciated by everyone— there’s hardly a Toon who doesn’t like you! But you can be a little bit… scatterbrained. Your outlandish ideas, while good-intentioned, aren’t always the most convenient solutions to others’ problems. At first, Shrimpo found it hilarious, assuming you were purposefully trying to throw the other Toons into chaos. But when he realized you were just being yourself, which was only shortly after your confession, it unexpectedly became something he found quite endearing, not that he’d ever admit it though.

Your relationship is kinda like an equal balance of sun and moon! Your unyielding optimism contrasts with Shrimpo’s straightforward honesty, which helps ground you when your boundless energy starts to feel overwhelming. At the same time, you’re always there to help him out of his shell and motivate him to give things a try.

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[receival]

supernatural, seasons 1 - 5 starters.

the following is a collection of starter sentences from the cw show, supernatural.

i can’t do this alone.

where you headed?

no way i’m telling you.

i have these nightmares, and sometimes they come true.

you’re all i’ve got.

we go after this damn thing, together.

can i help you?

i kind of — i need to talk.

i’ve done some things … not good things.

there’s always forgiveness for us if we seek it.

salvation was created for sinners.

tell me what’s on your mind.

i’ve lied. a lot.

does that make me a bad person?

i know what you are.

you can’t be here.

this is hallowed ground.

maybe that works in the minor leagues, but not with me.

you’re wasting your time.

even if i did know where they were, i wouldn’t tell you.

this is everything i know.

what happened to them is not your fault.

it’s not my fault, but it’s my problem.

it’s not your problem. it’s our problem.

you got any better ideas?

this ends. now.

i’m ending it. i don’t care what it takes.

although i’m not too crazy about this new tone of yours — you’re right.

think real hard. it’ll come to you.

last time i saw you, you fell out a window.

i don’t know what you’re talking about.

this is what war looks like. it has casualties.

i’m gonna kill you, you know that?

sorry? i didn’t quite get that.

what the hell are you looking at?

who said anything about handing it over?

i want to stop losing the people i love.

i just … i just want this to be over.

did you get it?

you know this is a trap, don’t you?

don’t get yourself killed, alright? you’re no good to us dead.

it’s your fight. you finish this.

i want to thank you. for everything.

even when i couldn’t count on anyone, i could always count on you.

i wanted to let you know, just in case.

you kidding me? don’t say just in case something happens to you. i don’t want to hear that speech.

no one’s dying tonight.

i was hoping to kill more of your friends.

you know, i must admit, considering what they say about you, i thought you’d be … taller.

well aren’t you the chatty one?

i can’t believe you just shot me!

i’m so not in the mood for this.

holy water, (name). real cute.

where the hell did it go?

if you had just let me go in there, i could have ended all this.

the only thing you would have ended is your life.

you’re just willing to sacrifice yourself?

that’s not gonna happen — not as long as i’m around.

it’s not worth dying over.

no matter what we do, they’re gone. and they’re never coming back.

sometimes i barely feel like i’m holding it together.

did you really think i wouldn’t find you?

you gonna read me a story?

he begged for his life with tears in his eyes.

for your sake, i hope you’re lying.

you son of a bitch, you promised!

the things i did … it was a nightmare.

i’ll figure something out.

you’re selfish, you know that?

you don’t care about anything other than revenge.

how the hell are we gonna get in?

why are you splashing water on me?

come on. come on, we’ve got to get out of here.

(how are you?) / i’ll survive.

you saved my life back there.

i’m trying to thank you, here.

mad? i’m proud of you.

what the hell has gotten into you?

if you’re so sure, go ahead. kill me.

this was worth the wait.

two wrongs don’t make a right.

i want to know why. why’d you do it?

listen, you mind just getting this over with? ‘cause i really can’t stand the monologuing.

mask all that nasty pain, mask the truth.

you’re not my dad.

it’s inside me. i can feel it.

get back or i’ll kill you. i swear to god.

did i do this?

tell me if they’re okay!

you have to stay still.

i just need to find them.

you look good … considering.

man, tell me you can hear me.

come on, you’re the psychic.

i don’t know if we’re gonna find someone.

so, what? we just sit here with our thumbs up our ass?

well you sure know something.

if there’s only one working part, that’s enough.

you got to help me.

you haven’t called a soul for help.

aren’t you gonna do anything? aren’t you even gonna say anything?

i’ve done everything you ever asked me. everything. i’ve given everything i’ve ever had.

how is revenge gonna help him?

i should have never taken you along in the first place.

you get the hell away from me. stay back!

don’t worry, (name). i’m not going anywhere.

why won’t you look at me?

what’s happening to me?

it’s just a dream, that’s all.

i got to say, i’m impressed.

it’s out of my control. it’s just fate.

you always have a choice.

god, i feel like i’m at a slumber party.

alright, (name). this isn’t gonna work.

i’ll be damned.

oh, it’s good to hear from you.

it hasn’t been the same without you, (name).

you can’t kill death.

there’s got to be a way.

thanks for not giving up on me, (name).

this was the only way i could get you to talk to me.

what the hell do you want to talk about?

death is nothing to fear.

you’re living on borrowed time already.

how stupid do you think i am?

you really want an honest answer to that?

i took you for a lot of things, but suicidally reckless wasn’t one of them.

did you really think you could trap me?

i want to make a deal.

i don’t know how to help you. but i’ll keep trying, alright?

i mean, come on, you can’t … you can’t leave me here alone.

(name), you got to hold on.

you can’t go, not now.

we were just starting to be brothers again.

can you hear me?

it’s an honorable death. a warriors death.

you’re very cute.

there’s no such thing as an honorable death.

i’m not going with you. i don’t care what you do.

how do i know this isn’t just another trick?

oh, (name), i’m offended. don’t you trust me?

so we have a deal?

what are you doing that for?

you got some kind of angel watching over you.

you really don’t remember anything?

i had some things to take care of.

why don’t i believe you right now?

can we not fight?

half the time we’re fighting, i don’t know what we’re fighting about.

i just don’t want to fight anymore, okay?

(name), are you alright?

you shouldn’t have had to say that to me.

i put too much on your shoulders.

i made you grow up too fast.

i just want you to know … i am so proud of you.

why are you saying this stuff?

you’re scaring me.

stop asking if i need anything. stop asking if i’m okay.

i’m okay. really. i promise.

come here. i’m gonna lay my head gently on your shoulder. maybe we could cry, and hug, and maybe even slow dance.

don’t patronize me, (name).

what do you want me say?

aren’t you angry? don’t you want revenge?

look, don’t be stubborn. you know i can help you.

you’re not gonna hit me again are you?

look, if you don’t want my help, fine.

you didn’t think i remembered, did you?

they’re nice. they’re your friends.

i guess we’ll just have to blend in.

will you give me a little help here?

just because i’m not caring and sharing like you want me to —

these are your issues, quit dumping them on me.

am i gonna see you again?

(name), where did you learn to do all this?

i’m not alright. not at all. but neither are you.

that was beautiful. absolutely beautiful.

he’s the only one who gets to call me that.

something i said?

i can still see her, you know, the way she was.

but, hey, that was a long time ago.

truth is, i’m not handling it very well.

it just feel like there’s this hole inside of you? and it just gets bigger and bigger and darker and darker?

you and me? we were born to do this. it’s in our blood.

why are you even talking to me?

it’s an insult to his memory.

you can hit me all you want. it won’t change anything.

might as well put her out of her misery.

i just sharpened it, so it’s completely humane.

like i said, (name). no shades of gray.

you knew, and you just didn’t care.

i think you and i got some things to talk about.

i might be like you, i might not. but you’re the one tied up right now.

okay, i’m good now. we can go.

come on. i won’t even hit you back.

yeah, (name), but you didn’t. and that’s what matters.

you’re a pain in my ass.

i guess i might have to stick around to be a pain in the ass, then.

i don’t want to listen to you! i’m done listening to you!

it just feels like the right thing to do.

i think dad would’ve wanted you to have these.

if something evil happened there, it could have easily poisoned the ground.

well, don’t get too excited. you might pull something.

what else would it be about?

that’s perfectly normal, (name). especially with what you’re going through.

we shouldn’t even be here anymore.

you want to take another swing? go ahead. if it’ll make you feel better.

(name), where are you going?

what’s dead should stay back.

what the hell’s the matter with you?

stop it! that’s enough, okay? that’s enough!

i don’t scare easy, but you’re scaring the crap out of me!

you’re tailspinning, (name), and you refuse to talk about it, and you won’t let me help you.

i can take care of myself, thanks.

are lives are weird, man.

honey, is something bothering you?

haven’t we already talked about that?

haven’t we wasted enough time on him already?

you really think i could do something like that?

you brought me back.

you know what you did.

how could you? i loved you!

you really think this is gonna work?

it’s still me. i’m still a person.

i think she broke my hand.

you wanna stay for awhile?

i’m sorry. for the way i’ve been acting.

it’s my fault that he’s gone.

you can’t tell me there’s not a connection there.

we don’t know that, not for sure.

you’re the most important person in my life.

i never should have come back, (name).

i was dead. and i should have stayed dead.

you wanted to know how i was feeling. well, that’s it.

what could you possibly say to make that alright?

if i ran off with you, your mother might kill me.

you’re not a murderer, (name). you don’t have it in your bones.

i was upset, and i wanted to see you.

i’m sorry, baby, i’ll never leave you again.

what am i supposed to do now?

you mind your tongue with me, boy.

no one in their right mind chooses this life.

it’s my way of being close to him.

it was just a nightmare.

(name), i am trying to help you here, but you have got to be honest with me.

you asked for the truth.

can we make this quick? i’m really tired.

let’s pretend for the moment that you’re not entirely insane.

you’ve seen it, haven’t you?

what happened? talk to me.

these people are actually making deals with the damned things.

so we gotta clean up these peoples mess for them?

so, what, we should just leave them to die?

i don’t know what you’re talking about.

i was weak. i wanted to be great.

who don’t want their life to mean something?

i’m going to hell, one way or another.

you don’t really want to die.

i don’t want to die.

sit tight, alright? we’re gonna figure this out.

are you nuts?

i can buy us time to figure out something more permanent.

now allowed to say no, (name), not unless you’ve got a better idea.

we don’t have time for this.

just keep him alive.

i’m not going to put you out of your misery.

your misery is the whole point. it’s just so fun to watch.

i can’t do this anymore.

it’s all your fault.

i could have brought him back.

what the hell was that for?

shut your mouth, bitch.

it’s not the best time for a bleeding heart, (name).

what if we all have it?

it’s safer if you stay here for now.

i thought we were both going to die. you can’t hold that over me.

you can’t pull that crap with me, man.

why do we have to get stuck with all the responsibility? why can’t we live a little bit?

whatever weight you’re carrying, let me help a little bit.

you can tell me anything, you know what.

you don’t believe me.

he said that i might have to kill you.

take some responsibility for yourself, (name).

the truth is, it’s not your fault. (name), none of it is.

please, you’re in danger.

thank god you’re okay.

this has got to hurt like hell for you.

you can say a lot of stuff about me, but i’m not disloyal, and i’m not stupid.

i’m officially uncomfortable now. thank you.

well, sounds vaguely ominous.

what did you mean i looked the type?

i don’t scare that easy.

i should have found a way to save him.

you can’t save everyone.

the more people i save, the more i can change.

alright, time for bed.

if i ever turn into something i’m not … you have to kill me.

everyone around me dies.

please, you’re the only one who can do it. you have to promise me.

you have nothing to apologize for.

feels good getting back in the saddle, doesn’t it?

it had his face, but it wasn’t his face.

how’d you even know i was here?

i was chosen … for redemption.

hey, man, you’ve got to try this.

you’re enjoying that way too much, it’s kind of making me uncomfortable.

wait, there’s no such thing as unicorns?

i believe in what i can see.

i’m not enabling your sick habit.

there’s just chaos and violence, and random, unpredictable evil that comes out of nowhere and rips you to shreds.

you want me to believe in this stuff? i’m gonna need to see some hard proof.

this is vengeance. this is wrong.

men cannot be angels.

what you’re doing is not god’s will.

“thou shalt not kill”. that’s the word of god.

weren’t we gonna go to the movies?

we should go, or we’re gonna be late.

look, i said i was sorry.

are you sure you’re okay?

you’re just one person, (name).

(name), it’s me.

are you bleeding?

i tried to wash it off.

i don’t think it’s my blood.

(name), what the hell happened?

(name), i don’t … remember anything.

what did you find out?

nobody’s noticed anything unusual.

nobody saw me walking around, covered in blood?

how the hell did i get here?

what happened to me?

what if i hurt someone, or worse?

we don’t know what happened.

what’s the last thing you remember?

it just … feels familiar, you know?

please tell me you didn’t steal this.

i’m not thinking anything.

okay, now this is disturbing.

look, i just want to talk to you, that’s it, okay?

oh, do you a favor. that’s what i live for.

what’s going on with you, (name)?

i don’t know how i know, i just do.

i’d say they don’t like surprises.

should we knock?

even if you did do this, i’m sure you had a reason.

i killed him, (name).

you’ve gotta snap out of it.

you never told me this.

i didn’t want to scare you.

no one can control you but you.

you promised me.

we’re gonna figure this out, okay?

i don’t want to hurt anyone else.

i don’t want to hurt you.

whatever this is, you can fight it.

you know, i’ve tried so hard to keep you safe.

you’ll live to regret this.

how’d you find me?

that looks like it hurt.

just had a run - in with a hot stove.

you’re really carrying a torch for him, aren’t you?

romance — that’s just out of the question.

i’m not trying to hurt you, (name).

i’m telling you because i care.

i care about you a lot.

maybe you should leave.

it didn’t have to be this way.

you’re not (name).

you really don’t know the truth, do you?

he put him out of his misery like a sick dog.

why are you doing this to me?

shoot me.

are you that scared of being alone?

that’s holy water, you demonic son of a bitch!

i got lots of names.

why didn’t you kill me? you had a dozen chances.

would you give me two minutes to patch you up?

how did you know he was possessed?

i know demons lie, but do they ever tell the truth, too?

i’m part of this now.

this is my fight. i’m not getting your blood on my hands.

so, what bring you?

well, it’s good to see you.

don’t try to con a con man.

(name), back from the dead. getting to be a regular thing for you, isn’t it?

how about i smack that smartass out of your mouth?

careful, now. wouldn’t want to bruise this fine packaging.

oh, don’t worry, this isn’t gonna hurt you much.

feel like talking now?

i’ll make him bite off his tongue.

you’re not getting (name), you understand?

i’m gonna kill every one of you first.

i don’t give a rats ass about the master plan.

this isn’t going like i pictured.

you know when people want to describe the worst possible thing, they say it’s like hell? there’s a reason for that.

hell is a prison made of bone and flesh and blood and fear. and you sent me back there.

whatever i do to you, it’s nothing compared to what you do to yourself, is it?

they’d have been better off without you.

by the way, you really look like crap, (name).

you wouldn’t know anything about that?

that sounds vaguely dirty, but, uh, thanks.

you okay? (name)? is that you in there?

i watched myself kill (name) with my own two hands. i saw the light go out in his eyes.

it must have been awful.

it wasn’t you.

if it’s the last thing i do, i’m gonna save you.

dude, that’s not how it happened!

sorry, i just … i can’t even concentrate.

if you wouldn’t mind, just give five minutes.

you brave little solider.

thanks, thanks for the hug, but, uh — i’m okay.

what are you talking about? i’m a joy to be around.

okay, that is just nasty.

looks to me like something was hungry.

i have had it up to here with you.

then you know that i can’t keep letting you hurt people.

come on! those people got what’s coming to them.

i don’t think i can let you do that.

i don’t want to hurt you. and i know that i can.

like i said, i liked you. but you shouldn’t have come alone.

you wanna see a real trick?

could we please just leave?

okay, so we’re taking the scenic route.

stop. i’m mad at you.

hey, you love me.

you’re a jerk.

i’m so sorry. i didn’t see you there.

you’ve got to help me.

we should get somewhere safe first.

what the hell just happened?

don’t worry, (name), everything’s going to be alright.

you’re serious about this, aren’t you?

just take it easy, alright?

something happened to them. something they couldn’t control.

i sure as hell ain’t making apologies for them.

we’re all just scared of the unknown.

the only thing i’m scared of is losing (name).

i have to see him again. i have to.

i don’t like keeping her in the dark.

i know you feel guilty, but let’s just stick to the plan.

what aren’t you telling me?

don’t what? don’t tell me because i’ll mess up your hunt?

whatever it is, tell me, please.

you’re like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness.

what did you do to him?

you should worry about yourself.

i didn’t do anything to you.

hurting me won’t bring her back.

all i got left’s hurting you.

what am i supposed to do?

this isn’t working at all, is it?

i’ll see you in the morning.

maybe we should talk privately.

god, i am so stupid.

well, i guess neither of us are who we said we were, huh?

i don’t remember anything,

is there something else we can try to make it go away?

i’m sorry. i am.

stop it. don’t talk like that.

i don’t want to hurt anyone else. i don’t want to hurt you.

i can’t do it myself.

i need you to help me.

i don’t want to die.

we don’t have a chance.

i am getting out of here right now.

no, come on, we’ve got to work.

i - i don’t really know what i’m doing.

isn’t that kind of cruel? messing with their heads like that?

hey, i just play the part. i don’t write the script.

i’m very glad that you’re, you know, alive and well.

you won’t get rid of me that easy.

i’m sorry, what were you saying?

raising these spirits from the dead? making them murder for you? that’s playing with fire, (name).

you know what, you’re right, i don’t understand.

i’ve got nothing against you. you’ve got no part in this. please, just leave.

i cannot believe there’s an afterlife.

there’s an afterlife alright — but mostly it’s a pain in the ass.

i wouldn’t have done that if i were you.

they’re not gonna be very happy with you.

would have hated to have gotten thrown in here.

hey, you feel that?

you telling me you didn’t see that?

i think i’m adorable.

we’re not quite done here.

this is, without a doubt, the dumbest and craziest thing we’ve ever done. and that’s in a long, storied career of dumb and crazy.

i’m not thrilled about this, either.

do yourself a favor: don’t talk.

i want to handle this alone.

i can’t thank you enough for this.

oh, man, are you a sight for sore eyes.

i am the last person on planet earth you want to screw with.

what are you doing up?

oh, you can’t sleep, huh?

(are you alright?) / i don’t know.

honey, you’re scaring me.

just tell me what’s going on.

forget it. i’m just happy to see you.

i guess i was wrong.

are you sure you’re alright?

get some rest. i love you.

you been drinking?

i’m really glad you’re happy.

i get it. why i chose you.

why do we have to sacrifice everything?

that was so easy, i’m embarrassed for you.

i’m sorry that we don’t get along. and i wish to hell i could stay and fix it, but i’ve got to do this.

you’re just gonna slow me down.

this is dangerous, and you could get hurt.

look, whatever stupid thing you’re about to do, you’re not doing it alone, and that’s that.

i don’t understand. why are you doing this?

you don’t want to do that.

yeah, i can see that it’s blood, (name). what the hell’s it doing in here?

there are things out there in the dark.

i’m just trying to help you out, (name).

why don’t you just sit tight and try not to get us both killed.

there’s nothing here, (name).

stick behind me and keep your mouth shut.

this is real? you’re not crazy?

why’d you have to keep digging?

put the knife down, (name).

you’re not real. none of it is.

why is it our job to save everyone? haven’t we done enough?

are you lost?

still doesn’t tell us where we are.

i feel like i’m in a nightmare, and it just keeps getting worse and worse.

you said we were chosen for a reason! that is not chosen, that’s … killed!

i don’t think god has much to do with this.

hey, look at me, it’s not even that bad.

hey, listen to me, we’re gonna patch you up, okay? gonna be good as new.

i’m gonna take care of you. i got you. that’s my job, right?

you should eat something.

i hate to bring this up, i really do. but don’t you think it’s time we … bury (name)?

i’m not going anywhere.

i just don’t think you should be alone, that’s all.

you don’t think i’ve given enough? you don’t think i’ve paid enough? i’m done with it.

i should send you straight back to hell.

you’re like a … puppy. you’re just too fun to play with.

i swear i’m gonna tear that son of a bitch apart.

i did what you asked. now what?

that was pretty cold, wasn’t it?

you of all people should know that what’s dead should stay dead.

i knew i kept you alive for some reason.

can we celebrate for a minute?

(name), tell me the truth.

you shouldn’t have done that.

don’t get mad at me. don’t do that. i had to. i had to look out for you, that’s my job.

you saved my life over and over. you sacrifice everything for me. don’t you think i should do the same for you?

there’s nothing i wouldn’t do for you.

i don’t care what it takes. i’m gonna get you out of this.

[yeetfanficccc]

Holiday Helper Twst Floyd Leech x Reader Oneshot

Summery- (Y/N)/Yuu enlists the help of their boyfriend Floyd to help put up holiday decorations around ramshackle dorm to cheer up Grim. Chaos ensues, not proofread, gender neutral reader

TW- Floyd Floyding, suggestiveness 

“Shrimyyyyyyy~ Where do you want these?” Floyd held up a row of twinkle lights, “can I put them on you? My shrimpy would look so pretty…. all tied up.”

If he wasn’t my boyfriend, I’d kick his ass. Oh, who am I kidding? Floyd was lowkey terrifying when he wanted to be. But, in an adorable way- I mean I was dating him. It worked on me… 

“No Floyd!” My face bright red. “They go on the tree, remember?” 

When I noticed Grim was feeling down at a recent tuna shortage, I thought it would be a great idea to bring some holiday cheer into the dorm with some decorations. So, I asked the tallest person I knew, Floyd Leech, to help me. Unfortunately, he had spent the past half hour focusing on anything rather than the task at hand. 

“Hm.” He pouted, “whatever. They would look way prettier on my shrimpy than some dumb tree…”

“Let’s put up the dumb tree. We got to hurry though, Grim is coming back soon!”

I completely overestimated the size of tree the dorm could reasonably hold. Pine needles scattered across the ground as Floyd, and I tried to shove the towering foliage into a corner. 

“I think it’ll fit. But just barely.” I observed. 

“That’s what she-“ 

“Not now.” 

One on each side, we tried to adjust the tree into its holder. I had spent an unreasonable amount of Thaumarks on this setup, but it would be worth it to get Grim out of his Tuna-related depression. 

“Ow!” I yelped as a lone thistle stabbed into the back of my hand making me lose my grip, “No no no!”

Before I could do anything, the grand tree came tumbling down taking down, the red bows I put up on the walls in the process. 

“This is a disaster.” I sank to the floorboards, being met with a ‘creak’. To my surprise, I was soon meet by a lanky boy giving me a pat on a head which snapped me out of groveling. 

“This tree is dumb. But you’re not. Baby Seal is going to appreciate what you did sooooo much. And if he doesn’t, I’ll give him a good squeeze.” 

“Thanks Floyd…” I sighed, “I just don’t know if we can fix this in time.”

“You sit over there, and I’ll get this stupid tree in shape. You can get the rest.”

“Are you sure?” I shot, “It’ll be a lot of work.”

“It’ll be worth it to see my Shrimpy smile again.”

To my surprise, Floyd went at the tree like he was squeezing a bad customer at the Mostro longue, complete focus and efficiency. I swept up the fallen pine needles and fixed the rest of the decorations. We tag teamed the lights and ornaments and before I knew it, the room was transformed into a winter wonderland. 

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!!’ I smiled leaping into Floyd’s arms, “it looks great!”

“Shrimpy.” Floyd said with sudden seriousness pulling my face up to his, “is this tree made of mistletoe? That plant you kiss under?”

“Not exactly, but they look kind of similar I guess.”

“Well, there’s so much here…. if one mistletoe is one kiss, I guess I have to kiss you all over.” 

“I guess that is the tradition…but Grim will be here soon.”

“I’ll be quick.”

He was not quick. 

That day I learned the importance of a caring boyfriend, measuring spaces before you buy a big-expensive tree, and how to hide said caring boyfriend as fast as possible when your dormmate comes home. Needless to say, the last item was tempered by the pair of pants left suspiciously on the ground. Luckily, Grim believed me when I said the pants (which limbs were clearly too long,) were actually an early present. He took the pants, ran outside, and began showing them to anyone who would listen about how his human was the most generous person at Night Raven. 

“Shrimpy, you gave my pants away…” Floyd groaned as he unfolded from the closet.

“I panicked Floyd. I panicked.“ 

[magicshopaholic]

Late Night Call

Summary: Chaeyoung helps Hoseok in a vulnerable moment. In the dead of night, Miso and Yoongi finally have a long overdue conversation.

Pairing: Yoongi x OC, Hoseok x OC (different OCs)

Genre: Angst

Word count: 11.2 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language, alcohol, mentions of a panic attack, mentions of parental abuse, mentions of blood and violence

A/N: It's been a long time since I've posted - in the k-pop world, this might be known as a comeback. But I kid. Thank you for being patient and I hope this fic is worth it. This fic is set around two or three months after Interlude: Hyung Line.

Tagging: @bbl32 @ quarter-life-crisis2 @meirkive  @faearchives @margopinkerton  @dreaming-with-happiness  @confessionsofamarshlily  @purpleseoul7 @sumzysworld @jihopesjoint @xjoonchildx @infinitehobi @handfullofcandids

Listen to: "just the two of us" by kauai45 and sweet cocoa

yoongi masterlist | hoseok masterlist | main masterlist

Yoongi pours a large pint of beer into two glasses and takes them out to the dining table. He places one in front of Hoseok with a soft thud, making him jump slightly.

“Cheers,” offers Yoongi, raising his own glass.

“To what?”

Yoongi shrugs. “A night off. Your album launch?” He nods when Hoseok exhales heavily and drops his face into his hands. “Headlining Lolla? That’s a huge fucking deal, you know?”

“Oh, I know,” he mumbles, voice muffled in his hands. “Huge deal. Huge set list, huge crowd, huge risk of it sucking.”

Yoongi sits across from him and frowns, clinking his glass with Hoseok’s which is still sitting untouched in front of him. “Since when? You were practically giddy during the meeting about it earlier.”

Hoseok gives him a look. “I can’t be negative about it in front of them,” he says with a grimace. Catching the look on Yoongi’s face, he hurries to continue. “Not that I’m negative… exactly. It’s just… everything’s going to be different now.”

Yoongi doesn’t answer immediately, instead taking a large sip of his beer. Hoseok isn’t buzzed enough for his feelings to tumble out freely, but Yoongi suspects he isn’t referring just to their solo ventures.

“It’ll be good for us,” he says eventually, but doesn’t elaborate.

“Yeah? You think?” 

“Sure.”

Hoseok raises his eyebrows, evidently expecting a more emphatic response. “So you’re not worried about your tour at all? Because I got to tell you: sneaking shots backstage before performing as a group was fun. Doing it yourself is just… depressing.”

“You underestimate me,” mutters Yoongi, but flashes him a smile to let him know he’s joking… kind of. “You should be less nervous, though. Your album release was a success. Sales-wise and PR-wise, especially after the listening party.”

Hoseok hums, drinking his beer. It’s unusual for him, Yoongi reflects, to seem this anxious, almost as though he’s lost. Somehow, aside from Namjoon’s responsibilities as leader and Seokjin’s general disposition to look out for them, if there’s anyone who’s level-headed and goal-oriented to the point of being a co-leader of the group, it’s usually Hoseok.

“If anything, you’ve given the rest of us the confidence that people will care about our music even if we aren't together,” says Yoongi after a moment, hoping it will encourage the younger member.

Hoseok nods, although he seems far away. “There’s too much at stake,” he murmurs. “It can make or break the rest of our careers.”

Yoongi frowns slightly, for he's not wrong. But before he can join Hoseok down this rabbit hole, Yoongi hastens to bring him out of it. “Everything you did for the listening party worked. It was a hit. And you seemed to be having fun with Chaeyoung.”

He'd added that last detail as casually as possible, but it catches Hoseok's attention. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess.” Hoseok stays silent for a few seconds. “Do you think it's weird that I invited her?” he asks suddenly, his tone different and his torso leaning forward slightly.

“No,” answers Yoongi. “Why? Do you?”

“No. I don't know.” He clicks his tongue, looking deep in thought. “I think she did. But I can't be sure.” 

“Did she say something?”

“She seemed a little surprised, I guess.” Hoseok shrugs uncertainly. “It's hard to tell. We're not in a very… forthcoming place right now.”

“So why don't you say something to her?”

“I did,” he reminds him forcefully. “On Sooah's birthday. I told her it was a bad idea and we couldn't be together but we were still hanging out and… eventually hooking up again,” he adds, a bit abashedly, “but after what I said, I don't know how to move forward without making a mess of everything.”

Yoongi, not one to pry, waits for Hoseok to reveal more information, for he certainly isn’t going to ask. “You guys seemed close at the party,” he remarks.

“Yeah. We always have fun together. Not that kind of fun,” he adds with a face, as Yoongi chuckles behind his glass. “Not just that kind of fun,” he amends, his ears reddening slightly.

“But you're hooking up,” he confirms seriously.

“We haven't had sex, if that's what you're asking,” informs Hoseok, a little defensively. “If it's anything serious… she deserves better than an awkward friend-relationship for that,” he admits in a mutter.

Yoongi doesn't reply except to lightly clink his glass with Hoseok’s. He's certain his friend doesn't know this, but Hoseok in love is a predictable machine. The last time this had happened was when they were still trainees; that entire situation had had the distinct desperation and immaturity of teenage hormones and insatiable hunger. 

Now, with the wisdom that age is bound to bring, Hoseok is more restrained and thoughtful, but still the same nevertheless. The emphasis on fun (a baseline requirement for him), the overthinking about whether she felt comfortable or weird about something, the subtle ways he kept her on a pedestal - they’re all classic signs. Had it been a simpler situation, such as one where Hoseok had no lifelong loyalty to her older brother, Chaeyoung would be the most affectionately courted young woman in Seoul right now.

As it is, Hoseok is staring into nothing, a frown between his eyebrows. “There's just… way too much on my mind right now. Even sleep is hard to come by sometimes. I don't know - what do people do when they’re stressed? What does Namjoon do?”

“Wallows, mostly,” says Yoongi. “When he's in a productive space, though, he goes to the gym.” He shrugs. “We could go to the gym.”

There's a pause before both of them snort.

“Feels good to laugh,” chuckles Hoseok, chugging a quarter of his beer before abandoning the rest. “I'm driving,” he adds, “but I wouldn't mind a snack, honestly.”

Yoongi makes a face but doesn't argue, pouring the remaining into his own mug as Hoseok stands up and shuffles into the kitchen. As he hears the cabinets opening and closing, the doorbell rings. Not quite expecting anyone except an Amazon package that usually gets delivered to the lobby downstairs, Yoongi peers through the peephole first. He frowns - for his eyes have to be deceiving him - and opens the door, an incredulous expression on his face that fades when he takes in her appearance.

Kang Chanel pushes her hands deeper into the pockets of her hoodie, her shoulders hunching. “You said I wasn't a project, right?” she reminds him lightly, as though she's referring to an argument about ramen toppings. “Well, here's your chance to prove it.”

Yoongi stares. It's probably rude that he hasn't invited her in yet but he can't help it. Her clothes are wet - he realises now that it's raining outside - and as she pulls down the hood of her sweatshirt and shakes out her wet hair, he notices at once that it's shorter than before.

But that isn't even what he's looking at.

“What - what happened to you?” he murmurs hoarsely, before snapping out of it and standing aside to let her in. She takes a couple of steps and stops, droplets of water pooling around her feet on his clean, tiled floors.

“Well, it's raining,” she answers, making a fuss of wiping her wet hair off her neck and retrieving her phone from her hoodie pocket, clutched tightly in her hand, all the while averting her eyes from his. “It was a drizzle when I left but I didn't think it would get so bad -”

“That's not what I'm talking about,” he interrupts her. She pauses, clearly aware, but doesn't elaborate and doesn't quite meet his eyes either. “What happened to your face?”

Miso takes a deep breath and looks up at him, and he can almost make out the wheels turning in her mind as she evaluates how to answer this. At that moment, however, Hoseok appears in the hall with an energy bar in his hand.

“Is someone at the - oh.”

Miso's eyes widen. “Oh, I didn't realise you had company. I'm sorry, I should've called, I guess,” she mutters, turning her face away slightly, Yoongi knows, to hide the gash from Hoseok's view. 

“It's fine, he was just leaving.” Yoongi meets Hoseok's horrified gaze and gives him an imploring look, hoping he will understand. To his credit, despite knowing nothing about Miso's background, the kindest person Yoongi knows nods wordlessly, the opened energy bar in his hand forgotten.

Both he and Miso stay silent as Hoseok hurriedly pulls on his shoes and moves to the door. “Is - is there anything I can do?” he asks when he's at the doorway.

Yoongi glances at Miso before turning back. “I don't think so,” he says. “But, Hobi -” He pauses as Hoseok meets his eyes again, and this time Yoongi shakes his head a miniscule amount.

Hoseok nods. “Of course,” he says in a small voice, before closing the door behind him.

Just the two of them now, Yoongi turns to Miso, ready to speak more freely now. But she beats him to it.

“Do you mind if I take a shower?” she asks quickly. “I’m freezing. I mean, I know it's unexpected. We're… colleagues. Like, I know it would be weird for sure if I showed up at Donghyuk's and asked to shower -” She breaks off when she catches sight of his expression, unmoving. Her words are tumbling out of her mouth, her tone jerky and her shoulders still hunched, as though expecting to be caught at any second.

Yoongi has so many questions, but if there's ever been a time when she's seemed more like a hunted animal, he can’t think of it.

“Bathroom is down the hall to the right,” he says at last, noting how she nods in barely masked relief. “Fresh towels are on the rack. I'll, uh… get you some clothes.”

Miso nods. Her mouth trembles slightly; whether it's the cold or something else, he can't tell, but when she wipes her face with her hand and winces upon touching the cut, smearing blood further across her pale cheek, any further words die in his throat.

He waits in the living room until he hears the door to the en suite in his room close and the shower start. He rummages in his closet to find dry clothes for her, a pair of joggers and a t-shirt, all the while trying not to let his mind wander down dark paths, for he will learn what happened soon enough. There’s no point, he thinks stoically, as he yanks a hoodie from its hanger with force, of imagining something that may very well have not transpired at all.

The shower is still running when he knocks softly at the door. “Miso,” he calls, as gently as he can. “I'm leaving some clothes on the bed. I'll be outside, in the kitchen,” he adds after a moment. “The door will be closed. The bedroom door, that is.” Cringing at himself, he turns to leave when he hears her voice from inside, unmistakable even through the water.

“Come in.”

He freezes, for surely he must have heard her incorrectly. “Um -” He clears his throat and cranes his neck so his ear is to the door. “What - what did you say?”

“Come in.”

There it is. It's muffled through the water but the words sound exactly the same. “It's - it's Yoongi. Uh, Min Yoongi,” he adds for good measure.

“Yoongi,” she states, but he can’t make out tone or mood. “Come in.”

It occurs to Yoongi that she’s said it three times now; any more and he becomes the Neanderthal who can’t follow a simple request. Hesitating a little, he opens the door to the en suite and steps in, unexpectedly relieved that the glass door to the shower is still closed and fogged with steam.

He places his folded clothes on the basin slab and turns towards the shower, not moving a muscle. For some reason, his palms and the soles of his feet feel tingly, almost as though they’re bracing themselves for stimulation. But it feels wrong, too, and Yoongi wishes Miso would tell him clearly what to do.

“You can come in.” 

Her voice is softer now, as though she knows he’s closer. The steam rises from above the glass door and it takes a certain effort for Yoongi’s feet to leave the floor. His stomach leaping, completely off rhythm with his steps, he places his hand on the handle. Wildly, for a moment, he wonders if he should take off his clothes, but immediately dismisses the thought. Tonight doesn’t seem like that kind of night.

Yoongi opens the door slowly, his heart slowing when he doesn’t see Miso where he was expecting - standing in the middle of the shower - and instead spots her on the floor, sitting under the stream of water, fully clothed and hugging her knees to her chest. She looks up when she sees him.

“Sorry,” she mutters. “The hot water felt really good.”

Still in the doorway of the shower, droplets splashing onto his t-shirt, Yoongi debates what to do. Miso doesn’t say any more but the fact that she’d asked him not once, but thrice, to come in tugs at his heart. She’s never looked more alone; part of him wonders if she’s testing him, to see what he will do next. 

The steam is starting to make him sweat now. After a moment, he slips out of his sliders and steps into the shower as well, sitting on the floor opposite her. The water is scalding; he hisses as it hits the back of his neck and shuffles on the floor until he’s sideways with his back to the wall, the water now mostly hitting his track pants. He looks up to see her mouth twitching slightly at this spectacle, but doesn’t comment on it.

Yoongi can’t hold it in any longer. “What happened, Miso?” he asks quietly.

Miso sighs and runs a hand over her wet hair, causing it to stick to one side of her neck. “My mother had one of her… meltdowns, I guess you could call it. My father is abroad on a business trip and she started drinking a little earlier than usual today and couldn’t find one of the thousand pills she takes…” She trails off and shakes her head, but Yoongi isn’t about to let this conversation end.

“What kind of pills?”

“Just pills.” She shrugs and continues, a deliberate nonchalance in her tone this time. “And she was suddenly convinced that I’d hidden them from her and when I denied it, she accused me of lying and said I was ungrateful after all she did for me, hiding my colour blindness from my father…” She exhales and rolls her eyes. “Anyway. Then she started throwing things.”

She says it with a note of finality, as though that’s all there is to say. Yoongi reaches up and touches her cheek with his knuckle, where the blood has been washed off and the cut is now just a thin red line. He hesitates before making contact as gently as he can, light as a feather. Miso closes her eyes momentarily at his touch before opening them again.

Yoongi’s mind races, thinking of knives, daggers, mirrors, shards of glass flying through the air -

“Diamonds,” she says, and Yoongi knows she’s guessed the direction of his thoughts. “She usually has these episodes when my father gets distant. More distant,” she amends as he lowers his hand. “She flung a hundred carat necklace in her anger and it hit me. She didn’t intend to do… this.”

Yoongi stays silent. He isn’t sure what he might say if he opens his mouth, and the last thing he wants is to put her on the defensive and start a fight - or worse, for her to leave.

“You need to get dry,” he says finally, clearing his throat. “There’s ramen - or whiskey. Whichever warms you up faster. I can put your clothes in the dryer,” he offers. 

Miso nods, her eyes flickering to the floor. But she gets to her feet and Yoongi mirrors her, holding her hand to make sure she doesn’t slip. She peels off her drenched hoodie, her t-shirt rising slightly and sticking to her pale torso. She adjusts it with a slender arm and raises her eyebrows at him.

“I’m going to take my clothes off now,” she says. “So unless you want to watch…”

Hoping the heat on his face is only due to the steam and nothing else, he returns her wry hint of a smile and holds his hand out for her sweatshirt. “I’ll be outside,” he confirms. “Possibly checking myself for a couple of second degree burns.”

“Gotcha. I’ll be in here. Not drowning myself,” she clarifies.

Despite the situation, Yoongi can’t help but chuckle. Stepping out of the shower and closing the door behind him, he exhales. He needs to change his clothes, too; without thinking, he takes off his wet t-shirt and shakes out his hair. Hearing a movement behind him, he turns to see her jeans thrown over the top of the door, followed by her t-shirt. Another, almost inaudible movement occurs inside, but no more clothes appear.

Mouth feeling a little dry, Yoongi reaches up and tugs lightly at her jeans. “They should be dry in an hour, probably.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

Taking that as assent, he pulls her clothes down. He should leave; it’s too fucking weird to be standing out here while she’s inside, naked and bathing. But he doesn’t move and she doesn’t ask him to either. The door is still opaque with steam; he isn’t even sure if the vague silhouette he’s seeing is real or if he’s imagining it.

“Yoongi?”

He moves closer to the door, automatically. Her voice is soft again, barely audible over the shower. If he thinks about it, they can’t be more than two feet apart, at best. But something tells him they’re even closer. Hesitating, he touches his fingertips to the door, careful not to wipe away any steam, waiting with bated breath to hear her voice again. A droplet of water falls from the ends of his hair and trickles down his bare chest as he stays there, his heart thumping against his rib cage. 

“I…” Her voice is definitely closer than it was before. “I’ll have a whiskey,” she murmurs eventually, but it’s enough for Yoongi. Nodding wordlessly, he steps away and leaves the en suite, giving her her privacy.

—

Hoseok drives through the cold, misty streets of Seoul, the image of Kang Miso, pale and drenched, in Yoongi’s hallway. He’d had an inkling that Miso wasn’t just any colleague in Yoongi’s orbit at Big Hit, but evidently they were far closer than any of them knew.

It occurs to him only about ten minutes into the drive that he doesn’t have a destination in mind… but somehow, he’s found himself on a familiar route, one he’s come to associate with anticipation, excitement and a not unpleasant fluttering in his stomach.

Predictably, it returns the moment he begins thinking about it, about her. He hadn’t been lying to Yoongi; it was genuinely getting harder and harder to stay away from Chaeyoung. It was easy with her, easier than he’d ever thought possible because she was like a fairy: a cute, fun fairy who made his day better just by existing and had the softest skin and smelled like berries. In fact, there had been more than a few moments over the last couple of months where he’d seriously considered whether it was worth forcing this distance that was basically just for name’s sake at this point, and whether his friendship with Chanyeol was strong enough to survive it if he decided to take the next step. 

Hoseok parks across the street from her building in his usual spot; just far enough away to not lead any stray cameras or phones to Chaeyoung’s residence (Kaya’s incident last year had shook them all to some level). Chanyeol. It’s the only part of this whole situation that turns the pleasant fluttering into an uncomfortable mess of twitching and flapping. As if on cue, his mind goes to the only thing worse than Chanyeol finding out, which is Chaeyoung eventually deciding that this state of limbo is too much for her and walks out of his life.

He sits back in his seat and closes his eyes, pressing the heels of his palms into them. It’s been a busy, stressful few months, with his album recording, the release, the music videos getting filmed and rehearsing for his appearance at Lollapalooza. Chaeyoung had been there through all of it, but it isn’t over. He appreciates Yoongi’s attempt at trying to make him feel better but Yoongi hasn’t reached that juncture yet, the one where, suddenly, there aren’t six other members to ride and die with on stage but just him, alone and exposed. Every crack in his voice, every glitch in the sound system, every off-beat step will be glaring, and anyone who had ever said, all the way back before he’d debuted, that the group would be better off without him would be proven right.

Where would he go from there? If it was proven, beyond doubt, that his solo music and his solo performances were subpar and that everything he was - everything he is - is just because of the handsome, talented people he’s surrounded himself with, then where would he go? How would he ever show his face to the world again? To his family, his friends, his members who would look at him with pity and comfort the lagging member? 

After all these years of travelling and performing and working constantly, he can feel his chest and shoulders and back physically ache at the thought of it all culminating in the clarity that he shouldn’t be here at all. The exhaustion makes his lungs constrict, his heart beating so rapidly that it’s starting to hurt now. Hoseok clutches the sides of his seat, his vision starting to blur and his breathing reduced to dry, uneven gasps.

Even as the blood rushes to his face and his arms go hot and then go cold, as though his skin isn’t even connected to his body anymore, somewhere in the back of his mind it occurs to him that he’s having a panic attack. He hasn’t had one in a long while but he also hasn’t been here in a long while, in a place where the future is so uncertain and the stakes are so high and all the decisions are his and his alone and there’s no room for error because if he messes this up then where would he go?

He’s trembling now, he can feel it. A loud sound almost makes his heart stop but then he turns his head slightly in the direction of the sound to see Chaeyoung outside his window, waving at him with an angelic smile. She’s saying something but he can barely hear her; there’s a roaring in his ears like waves crashing and he can’t breathe. The thought makes him panic but his limbs won’t move. Outside, Chaeyoung is knocking on the window again and her voice is higher now, more worried and he forces himself to turn to her, registering her wide eyes and her palms banging against the door and pointing frantically to something below.

It’s almost euphoric when he realises he understands her; with one shaking hand, he unlocks the car door and hears the click. A moment later, a blast of cold hits him like a freight train but is almost immediately blocked when Chaeyoung peers inside the car.

“Oh, shit! Oppa, are you okay?” she asks, sounding a bit frenzied. “Oh, God - okay - wait, take this off -” She leans over him and clicks unbuckles his seatbelt, returning to her original position. “Okay, oppa? Hobi - can you hear me?” 

Hoseok meets her eyes and nods vigorously, so relieved she’s here with her presence of mind and her sweet-smelling hair. She takes his face in her hands and he almost cries at being able to feel something, and tries to focus all his energy on her cold, slim fingers on his cheeks.

“Hobi? Breathe. Breathe,” she repeats calmly, keeping her big eyes locked on his. “Breathe,” she says again, inhaling slowly. He tries to copy her, his breath still coming in jerks and getting stuck in his throat. But he hangs on to her voice, telling him to breathe, breathe, breathe.

“That’s it,” she murmurs, nodding in encouragement. Placing her knee on the seat between his legs, she hitches herself up and wraps her arms around his shoulders. “Keep breathing,” she continues, rubbing his back, her voice like honey in his ear.

Hoseok nods, feeling his chest start to expand with oxygen. The panic he was feeling starts to fade and he clutches the bottom of her tan sweater in his fist and presses his face to his shoulder. Breathe, she say  and he obeys, breathing in her scent. Focus, and he does, on the only tangible thing in the world right now, anchoring him to the very ground. 

As his breathing starts to normalise, he closes his eyes, because the question that had sent him spiralling - where would he go? - seems like it might have an answer.

—

Hoseok taps his foot on the floor as he sits on Chaeyoung’s sofa, waiting for her to freshen up and return. Now, with a clearer head and calmer breathing, he’s starting to feel a bit silly. Stress was something he’d learnt over time to manage over time, be it in private or public. But he wasn’t expecting it to crash over him like this out of the blue - and he definitely wasn’t intending to get caught.

Chaeyoung appears from inside her room, now in a hoodie and joggers instead of the sweater and jeans she’d been wearing earlier. She gestures at him to continue sitting when he notices that she’s on the phone.

“I know, Dad, I am,” she says, giving him a look as she makes a beeline for the kitchen. He hears a cabinet opening and closing, sounds interspersed with more murmurs, mostly “yes, Dad”s and “I know, Dad”s. He hears her say goodbye to him after a couple of minutes after which she enters the living room again, holding a tall glass of water and a spherical object wrapped in gold foil. She hands him the glass and waits until he takes a sip.

“Thanks,” he says, clearing his throat.

“You’re welcome.” Chaeyoung takes a seat opposite him on the coffee table and crosses one leg over the other, sweeping her long hair over one shoulder. With all her perfectly subtle make-up wiped off, she looks younger all of a sudden. No, not younger - unencumbered. 

Hoseok finishes the water and places the glass down and it’s only then that Chaeyoung holds up the foil-wrapped chocolate.

“Here. Sugar is good for you,” she adds when he hesitates. “Especially if you’re feeling light-headed.”

He observes it for a moment, then unwraps it. “Split it with me?”

To his surprise, Chaeyoung nods immediately. “I wanted it, too, but… I can’t justify eating an entire one myself,” she says matter-of-factly as she pops her half into her mouth.

Hoseok frowns slightly, although the chocolate feels comforting and creamy. “You don’t need to diet,” he tells her.

Chaeyoung licks the tips of her fingers, finishing the last of the chocolate, before looking at him. Their knees brush against each other as she leans forward slightly. “Are you okay?”

He sighs and nods. “I am now. Thanks to you.”

She shrugs, but her eyes soften. “I just recognised your car.” She pauses. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Maybe later? I’m just… stressed. About a lot of things.”

“The album?” she guesses.

“Yeah.”

“And Lolla?”

“That, too.”

“Enlistment?”

He looks up at her and tilts his head, not knowing whether to be annoyed or amused. “Am I that transparent or have I just been talking about myself that much lately?”

She smiles. “Maybe a bit of the first. And maybe a third option, which is just that I know you that well.”

“That’s probably true.” Wrapping his hands around her calves, he jokingly tugs her a little closer. “You’re the smartest person I know, caterpillar.”

“And you’re the happiest person I know, oppa,” she counters, pinching his cheek. She lets go but her fingers stay and she gently smooths the side of his hair before lowering her hand.

There are words on the tip of his tongue he hasn’t said in a long time, but he reins it in. Leaning forward, he kisses her. Her lips are soft as always, shy at first, and he discovers the stomach flutters are back. He brushes her hair back as they continue kissing until she pulls away, biting her lip with two light pink spots on her cheeks.

“I love you.”

It’s the way her eyes widen, like a deer’s, and her smile fades slightly that he realises he’s said the words out loud. Aside from the realisation that hadn’t been able to rein it in for quite as long as he thought, Hoseok searches for something else: panic, regret, annoyance. But he finds none of them.

“I mean it,” he says softly, before he can talk himself out of it. “I don't know where I'd be without you.”

He searches her face this time for a clue, but his heart sinks slightly when she leans away and sits back. “Why?”

“Why?”

“I mean… why are you telling me?” She purses her lips before shrugging slowly, deliberately. “I don't mean that in a bad way, but…” His expression must tip her off about something, for she quickly shakes her head. “Like… I get it. I love you, too, I guess. We're practically family.”

Hoseok's heart seems to settle somewhere around his abdomen. Before he can respond, a sound startles him and they both turn towards the door with a jerk. It opens to reveal Sooah and Jimin entering the house with shopping bags and a large transparent glass each with a straw, sipping matcha tea together. Hoseok uses the few seconds of chaos in greetings to quickly shake it off and breathe in, trying to swallow the lump threatening to creep into his throat.

Sooah immediately begins showing Chaeyoung the things she bought and Jimin joins in as well, and the moment is gone. Somewhere in the middle of it, Chaeyoung's eyes meet Hoseok's eyes briefly and he holds her gaze until she looks away.

—

Yoongi smells his own shower gel and lotion wafting into the open kitchen but stays where he is, by the bar and on his phone, wanting to give Miso a chance to come to him on her own time. It proves to be a good decision because after a few minutes, when she doesn’t, he peers out to see her in the balcony, sitting on the sofa with her knees to her chest. 

He wonders if she’s cold - she must be - but also somewhere understands the appeal of the freezing wind, with its unique ability to numb. She’d asked for whiskey; taking an executive call, he takes two bottles in one hand and two glasses in the other and joins her.

The air is as biting as he’d expected, but something  about the way she’s wrapped himself in his hoodie, her hands pulled into the sleeves and the hood pulled over her head, makes his heart float. He sits next to her, noting that her hair is mercifully dry and pours himself a drink while leaving her glass untouched.

“Is that rum?” Miso asks.

“Yep. Great for cold nights.” He takes a sip of his drink and sighs in satisfaction. “You can try it if you want. Or there's whiskey, as you asked,” he reminds her, pointing to the other bottle.

She holds out her hand for his glass, her fingers warm as they brush his, and takes a sip. “Wow,” she says, coughing a little. “That's -”

“Too strong?”

“Sweet,” she finishes, returning the glass to him. “I wasn't expecting it. But it actually seems to be working.” She frowns, looking disproportionately subscribed. “What is this and why have I never heard of it?” she mutters, reaching for the bottle to read the label. “Old Monk?”

“Mhm. A friend gave it to me, last time I saw her.” Yoongi takes another loud sip as Miso begins making a glass for herself. “She always buys it from the duty free section, but she let me have a bottle to try. Namjoon hated it,” he adds as a side note.

“It's nice.” She takes a longer sip and sits back on the sofa, looking decidedly more comfortable. Yoongi decides he can finally ask her something that’s been on his mind since she turned up an hour ago.

“Can I ask you something?”

She tenses automatically. “What?”

“I don’t mean this to sound weird or like you can’t come over or something - because you can, whenever you want - but just out of curiosity -“

“You’re rambling, Min Suga.”

He pauses abruptly. “Guess you just bring it out in me.”

She raises her eyebrows and half-chuckles. “You were saying?”

“Yeah. How, uh… how do you know where I live?”

“Oh.” Miso looks down at her glass a little guiltily. “Well… I asked Donghyuk. But technically, you gave it to me, a long time ago,” she reminds him quickly. “It just got deleted from my phone. Remember your new year party last year?”

“Of course. The one you didn’t attend?”

“The one you only invited me to because you couldn’t leave out just one person in the team,” she corrects him pointedly, but he simply nods sheepishly. “Having said that… I’m sorry I barged in on your night. And I'll apologise to Hoseok as well. I just - I didn't know where else to go.”

Yoongi bites his tongue, trying to think of the right thing to say because there is so much he wants to say. Finally, he shakes his head gently. “Don't be.”

“I won’t make a habit of it. I mean, I can’t,” Miso shrugs when he gives her a curious look. “It's a lot easier to leave the house when my father is abroad and I'm nowhere on his mind. But it is good to know that Seungkwan has no actual personal interest in where I go,” she adds.

“Did it really get that bad?”

Miso bites her lip. For a moment, he thinks she’s going to evade the question or just not answer but he wonders if anyone has ever asked her this in the first place, point blank. But she came here, he reasons with himself. Why would she if she didn’t feel safer here than in her own house? 

He waits it out, though. Finally, after finishing her drink and placing the empty glass on the table, Miso sits back and hugs her knees again.

“My mother hasn't had one of these episodes in a long time,” she says, not properly meeting his eyes. “But I guess a lot of things came together this time… Father’s on a business trip and I think they had a fight before he left, one of her socialite friends insinuated that he’s having an affair which he probably is, she and I got into an argument about when I’m going to get married and not embarrass her anymore, I told her I have a actual career and she flipped out…”

Yoongi doesn’t interrupt her, although he has so many questions. How many times has this happened? How did she get hurt? What does she mean by episodes? He tries to picture Kang Sera, always the picture of elegance and finery, unraveling while she screams at her daughter. Finally, he prompts her gently. “You fought?”

“That’s an understatement. She accused me of stealing the last of her pills, I told her to go get a life, she called me ungrateful -“ She shakes her head and exhales tiredly. “If I’d known my colour blindness was a thing she was going to use as an argument for the rest of my life, I would’ve foregone the contact lenses. She acts like she fucking saved my life.”

“Don’t blame yourself,” argues Yoongi. “She’s your mother - it’s her job to take care of you. She hurt you, Miso,” he reminds her, unable to keep it in anymore and hearing the hardness in his own voice. “All because she’s insecure about herself and is imagining that you stole from her?”

“But I did,” she admits, surprising him. “I did steal her last pills because she was getting on my last fucking nerve. And they aren’t even prescription,” she clarifies immediately, defensive. “I was just really pissed off. Maybe it was petty.” She looks straight ahead, eyes far away, and Yoongi wonders if she’s seeing a diamond necklace fly towards her face. “I guess in a way I deserve this,” she says, pointing to her face.

“No, you don’t. What are you -“ Yoongi breaks off to keep his glass on the table and scoots closer to her. He needs her, so badly, to hear this that he wishes he could grab her shoulders and make her face him. “You don’t seriously believe that.”

“You know what - forget it,” she says, shaking her head and turning away. “It’s complicated and we don’t need to talk about -”

Fuck. “No, no - wait. I’m sorry,” he interrupts, grabbing her arm to make her turn to him. “I’m not judging, I promise. You’re right, it is complicated. But I want to listen, if you want to talk about it,” he says, his voice softer now. He touches her cut again with his thumb, hoping he isn’t hurting her. “Do you want a band aid or something?”

She shakes her head. “I’m good. But… look, I know my parents are awful. And being around that my whole life… it’s - it’s completely fucked with how I interact with them now. My mother is a shrew who hates me but - but in a way, she’s even more trapped than I am. Her parents never let her work a day in her life, she didn’t really get a choice in who she married, her kid is nothing like she wanted  and now she’s stuck with my monster of a father who -” Her voice breaks and Yoongi knows for certain that she’s never said it out loud before because the loathing in her voice is transparent. “I feel bad for her sometimes. How weak of a person am I?” she asks, her voice breaking slightly.

Yoongi doesn’t reply for a few seconds. He raises his hand slightly again and even though she doesn’t back away, he lowers it before he can touch her . “Miso,” he says quietly, bowing his head. “I’m sorry about what I said in that motel. I’ve felt so shitty about it because… you’re nothing like him.”

She gives him a look. “I just told you I stole a pill from my mother.”

“From what you’re telling me, I would’ve done the same thing,” he clarifies. “And it’s really none of my business if you’re taking over his company one day. I’m sure you’ll do a great -”

Miso shakes her head. “I’m not taking over his company, Yoongi,” she interrupts. 

“I thought you said -”

“Yeah, I know what I said. That’s the official party line, that I’m his heir.” She meets his eyes and shakes her head. “But I don’t think he’s ever giving me his company. And to be honest, I don’t want it. I mean, I worked for him for a year after I returned from Australia and it was… God, I hated everything about it. The way it was built, the way he was running it, the culture, the clear… monotony of it all. There was nothing there, they weren’t working for anything, or creating anything. It was just money and power and being ruthless about everything.”

Yoongi bites his lip, for he wasn’t expecting this. “But… you haven’t told him all this.” The moment he says it, he realises how stupid it sounds.

Miso scoffs. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s a conversation that would go down well. But I don’t even think he’s going to give it to me. He keeps me so far away from it, he’s completely okay with me working for a company he’s invested in on the side… I don’t think he has any intention of having me take over.”

“Then why does he keep calling you his heir? Why hasn’t he just told you either way?”

She shrugs, palms facing up. “Maybe he wants to sell the family-owned business, chaebol image. Maybe he doesn’t want me to be certain so he can continue using it as leverage whenever he wants. I don’t know - why does he do anything?” She runs her hands through her hair, the shorter length seeming to surprise her for a moment. 

“I don’t care anymore, Yoongi,” she murmurs, sounding defeated. “I just can’t care. I can’t…” She takes a deep breath and Yoongi realises with a start when she sniffs that her eyes are wet. “I’m just so tired. I hate waking up in the mornings. Every time I open my eyes, I… I just want to go back to sleep. I’m so tired,” she finishes, her voice barely even a whisper anymore.

At the same time that she moves towards him, he does the same and wraps an arm around her. She rests her head on his shoulder and closes her eyes, and Yoongi wishes helplessly that he could make this easier, that it didn’t need to take a blow-up with her mother for her to end up here.

They stay there for a while, neither of them saying anything. Yoongi’s cheek rests against the top of her head; he feels at a loss to do anything for her. Aside from a shower and a drink, is there really nothing else he can do for her, to help her escape her family? 

He fingers the ends of her hair on her other shoulder and he isn’t sure if he’s imagining it, but Miso relaxes into his side. “Your hair is shorter,” he remarks. “Is there a story there?”

“Um…” Her tone is slightly different. “I tried to cut my hair into layers,” she confesses, sitting up straight and rolling her eyes. “I don’t know why, I’ve always sucked at it. But then I had to correct it and I ended up cutting more of it… are you seriously laughing at me?”

Yoongi purses his lips and shakes his head, but he’s restraining himself. “I’m not laughing. I’m amused,” he allows, his arm still around her for he’s not ready to let go just yet. “It’s just not something I pictured you doing. I always imagined you got fancy overpriced haircuts at those luxury salons in Gangnam or something.”

“Not all of us have personal stylists, Min Suga,” she reminds him. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the Chanel lavender and rose hips lotion you have in your bathroom. You’re fancier than I am.”

“That was a gift,” he points out. “And I can smell it on you so don’t pretend you didn’t use it as well,” he adds, realising only when she stiffens next to him what he’s said. He wants to slap himself, but Miso doesn’t seem uncomfortable.

“I did use it,” she admits after a moment, shifting slightly next to him. “It’s nice. I like how it smells.”

Yoongi nods. It shouldn’t, but his mind immediately pictures her stepping out of the shower, wrapped in a towel and peering at his lotion, possibly snickering to herself before applying it on herself. His shower. Something warm courses through him that he hopes is the Old Monk; it’s occurring to him now just how close in proximity they were to each other while wet and partially naked. He grits his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut; his body should not be reacting right now.

“It may have been worth it, though,” she continues wryly. “My mother saw my hair and freaked. It would’ve been kind of funny if it wasn’t so deranged.”

Yoongi is glad to hear her chuckle; even if she doesn’t mean it, he’ll take anything that improves her mood even slightly right now. “I like it,” he tells her, smiling when she half-scoffs and half-laughs before sighing hugely.

“We’ve been talking about me for a while,” she says, looking up at him. She doesn’t usually look like she wears much make-up but with her bare face right now and her short choppy hair, she looks strangely vulnerable and otherworldly, almost androgynous, and Yoongi doesn’t think he’s ever seen anyone more beautiful.

“I don’t mind,” he manages to say. 

But she begins sitting up and, to his regret, moves away a little so she can tilt her body towards him. “How’s it going with you?”

“Uh…” Yoongi shrugs. His problems of fame and living his dream don’t seem appropriate to bring up right now. “It’s okay. The usual.”

“The usual?” Miso raises her eyebrows. “I heard the company got a huge cash infusion which they’re using to fund your tour.”

“Yeah - how did you know that?”

“I work for the same company you do, Min Suga.” She taps his knee with the back of her hand. “Are you looking forward to it? Oh, have they set a release date for your album? They’ll have to give it at least a month between -”

But her voice gets fainter, for a wonderful idea has occurred to Yoongi.

“Come with me,” he says abruptly. “On tour. Come with me.”

Miso, who looked a little miffed at being cut off, now falls silent. “You’re asking me to -”

“Come on tour, yeah. We’re both producers, part of the same teams,” he reminds her. “It won’t even look out of place. I can - I can talk to the management, get you on the team and we can just… you can get away, from everything. Just for a while. Just… travel around the world, come to the shows, work on music…” 

Miso’s eyes soften. “That… that sounds amazing. Honestly.”

“Then do it,” he says immediately, quickly, because he can already feel it slipping away. “Come.” With me.

“Um… I can’t, though.”

It takes all of Yoongi’s strength to not to say yes, you can. Instead, he grabs her hands, slender and ice cold. “I’ll speak to whoever is needed. I know I can get you on the team. Last year, we invented a position on the team for Jimin’s girlfriend to come along to a show so I know that I can -”

“No, I can’t, Yoongi,” she interrupts gently, retrieving her hands and squeezing his. “I can’t because… my father has my passport.”

A few moments of silence pass, during which Yoongi’s blood runs cold. He doesn’t immediately understand why; he just knows how his own passport is a constant accessory, almost always on his person. 

He stares at her. “He… what?”

She nods. “He has all our passports, under lock and key. I’m pretty sure I know which lock exactly, too, in his study, but…” She bites her lip, all traces of humour wiped off her face. “Yeah. Could be problematic.”

No shit. Yoongi tries to process this, every single instance of him telling her to leave and to live her own life coming back to him in vivid detail, along with a sense of frustration and regret because he sees now that he had no idea how confined she really is.

“Is this how he’s keeping you here?” he chokes out. “Because… I mean, how can he do this? I’m pretty sure it’s not even legal to keep your own documents from you. How - how is he -” But he breaks off, unable to find enough words.

Miso winces thoughtfully. “I don’t think that’s initially what he intended… butit’s probably an added bonus. A few years ago - the year I worked for him, actually - someone hacked the Kang Industries internal network,” she explains, folding her legs. “They even attempted identity theft but thankfully, it didn’t work. But it completely shattered my father. He was… outraged. Someone caught him by surprise and almost took everything he’d built away… he became completely paranoid after that. It’s only just started getting better, but… yeah, that’s when he locked up all our documents.” She shrugs, her eyes falling to her feet. “Too bad it’s limited our options in the process.”

It takes Yoongi a moment to realise that by “we”, she’s referring to herself and her mother. “He still doesn’t have any right to keep it from you,” he says eventually. “You’re an adult. You’re - you’re a person. I know he’s beyond normal human emotion but this is… God, what the fuck, Miso?”

Miso nods calmly, which only infuriates him more. But he can’t let it show, not any more than he already has. Not tonight. Not if there’s a risk of her leaving again.

“Look, the thing with my father is… he doesn’t look at it like that,” she begins, then pauses. She’s concentrating, and Yoongi guesses she’s working this out as well. She opens and closes her mouth several times, as though trying to find a good metaphor to explain a maths problem to a teenager. 

“Look, for him… I am no different than any other twenty-nine year old woman in Seoul,” she states, her eyes blank. “He doesn’t care that I’m his daughter, there’s no specific attachment there. He just doesn’t understand that. He cares about money and power and control. Those are the things he knows. And I’m not saying this to defend him,” she adds, almost knowingly. “I’m saying this because I have spent years trying to figure out how to get to him and I realised, finally, that… there’s nothing parental there. The only thing that separates me from everyone else is that I have his name and his blood. It’s fact, it’s ink - and he’s in control.”

Yoongi doesn’t care much for a psychoanalysis of Kang Jaesung right now. He swallows, trying to quash the rising feeling of defeat in his stomach. She feels so far out of reach again, like he’s zooming out and seeing her for where she is, far and small in the distance.

“So… what? You’re stuck here forever?” he asks, trying to keep the bite out of his tone.

“No,” she answers, shaking her head. “He’ll never admit to that. The last time I needed to go abroad, I asked him for my passport and he gave it to me. Granted, I was travelling with him,” she adds after a moment, looking down.

It’s late, probably around the same time of the night that he and Miso had yelled at each other in the motel while it poured outside. It was raining earlier tonight, too, but it was nowhere near as bad. It felt peaceful and hopeful for a bit and Yoongi struggles to find it again.

“Yoongi.” Her hand eases up his thigh until it reaches his own, and she squeezes his hand. She’s trying to comfort him, he realises, and it seems absurd. But he lets her because, as he discovers soon enough, he could use it.

“I can still ask,” she says after a moment. “It’s work, technically. It’s an artist tour, it’s publicity, it’s…” She trails off.

“It’s my tour.” By the look on her face, he knows he’s said what they’re both thinking. 

“That’s the tough detail.” Miso gives him a small, hollow smile. “After the last stunt you pulled in front of him, my father may not be so agreeable.”

It takes Yoongi a moment to recall; despite knowing exactly what she’s talking about, he can’t remember actually making the decision to come in between her and her father. It had been entirely instinctual, but he wonders now if it may have been the wrong move.

His heart skips a beat when she leans forward suddenly. The scent of his own shower gel gets stronger as she presses a kiss to his cheek, slow and deliberate.

“Thanks for asking,” she says softly, sitting back. “I’m sure you’ll be amazing on stage. A force to be reckoned with.”

Yoongi doesn’t know how to respond to that. It just occurs to him that he’s leaving for three months - three whole months during which he’ll be away and she will be here, still in the clutches of her father and her life, too far away for him to do anything about it.

She rubs her eyes and looks away. “It’s late.”

“Yeah.” He clears his throat. “The guest room is ready. And… fun fact, but it’s actually bigger than the master bedroom.”

The moment he hears it out loud, he thinks it probably sounds extremely stupid. But if it does to Miso, she doesn’t react. She simply nods and stands up, allowing Yoongi to lead her to the guest room.

“Let me know if you need anything,” he says just before she closes the door. He’s finally seeing her properly in the light; his clothes seem to fit Miso strangely well. They're just loose enough that her shape isn’t quite visible, but not so much that she looks like she's in donated clothes. 

Most importantly, she looks comfortable. He’s about to offer her an additional jacket or something but before he can, she mutters a “good night” and begins closing the door.

It’s a complicated scenario. He potters around for a while after, cleaning the kitchen counter, returning some emails and folding the clothes from the dryer, all the while with the sinking feeling that he’s disappointing her somehow. Maybe it’s his inability to be of any help in her circumstances, or the way he seems to be misreading signs and situations in context.

Finally, he retires to his room, changing into pajamas and getting ready for a sleepless night staring at his ceiling when there’s a knock at the door. Figuring it can be only one person, he scrambles out of bed to open the door.

“Hey,” he says, hearing himself sound strangely breathless. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” answers Miso, running a hand through her short, choppy hair. “I was taking out my contacts-” She holds up her hand to show him a small and thin white box “- and I was just thinking, uh… maybe I will take that band aid.”

Yoongi nods and beckons her inside. She stands awkwardly by a dresser while he rummages around in a different cabinet before finding the first aid box. He goes up to her and hands her the band aid.

“Do you need any help with it?” he asks.

“I don’t think so…” Miso tears it open and peels off the sticker, holding the band aid up to her face. “Hang on, do you have a -”

Yoongi steps forward and takes the band aid from her, cleanly and gently placing it on the thin red line on her cheek. The solitary lamp on the other side of the bedroom barely illuminates her face, but he doesn’t think he can ever forget the sight of the cut on her face, dripping blood as she came to him in the middle of the night.

He knows it’s happening before it actually happens, but the moment he covers the cut, his hands still on their way off her face, Miso leans up and kisses him. It’s instinctive and immediate and Yoongi also knows that despite the hellish night she has had, he kisses her, too. He does. He pulls her in just as much as she grips his t-shirt and he tangles his hand in her hair just as much as she presses herself up against him.

“Miso -” He breaks away for a moment, his heart racing and body reacting. “I can’t -”

“I don’t want to be alone,” she whispers, and she sounds fearful. “Not tonight, not -” She shakes her head and reaches up to kiss him once more.

He lets her, just for a moment, but then gently pushes her away again. “I’m sorry. Miso… it’s been a hard night and - and I wouldn’t feel right if I…”

She licks her lips but drops her hands to her sides. “You think you might be taking advantage of me?” she asks.

“I don’t want it to even be a question.” He moves his hands down her shoulders until her hands are in his. “I want this, too.” You have no idea how much. “But not at a time where there’s even the slightest chance you may regret it tomorrow.”

Miso looks away and for a moment Yoongi is afraid, terrified that she will leave again. Then her shoulders fall and she sighs. “Wow,” she mutters wryly, but there’s a tremble underneath, buried deep. “You’re a good one.”

He waits a moment, then two, then steps forward to wrap his arms around her. She lets him, her body initially stiff until, slowly, she relaxes against him, shaking silently. 

“You’re not alone,” he murmurs against her hair. “You don’t have to be.”

He intends to stay there, exactly like that, for as long as she needs. Eventually they separate, Miso’s face slightly redder but her eyes dry once again, softening when he pulls her in by the hand to press a kiss to her forehead. Under the covers, they lie next to each other.

“How did you do it?” she asks after a while in the darkness, almost in wonder. “Somehow, despite my best efforts to keep you out of this, how did you manage to creep into my life?” There’s a movement and he sees her silhouette move to face him. “How did I end up here?”

Yoongi brushes her uneven bangs out of her eyes. “I can be pretty persistent. Although it’s not something I’m really known for,” he points out. “So I’m not sure. I tried to stay out of it, if that helps.”

Miso scoffs. “Not very hard.”

“No,” he agrees. “There’s something about you, I guess.”

“All that privilege and nepotism probably.”

“Not that,” he disagrees, a little guiltily. “I liked how you were a different person during our nights in the studio,” he says after a moment. “I liked that person.”

“I liked that person, too,” she murmurs. She exhales softly and turns back to look at the ceiling. Her features are sharp in the darkness, but her presence is light and fresh, almost like his bedroom was far too big and empty before she set foot in it. 

He wishes he could’ve let her kiss go further. He doesn’t regret stopping it, but for a moment he lets himself imagine a world where she wasn’t hurting, where she was free to kiss a man she was attracted to with no baggage attached and he was free to kiss her back without wondering if he was contributing to her trauma or enabling it in any way.

When she shifts to get comfortable and turns onto her side, facing away from him, Yoongi scoots closer to her and wraps an arm around her again, loosely at first. But she stays and so does he; pressing a kiss to her shoulder, on his own t-shirt that she’s wearing, he holds her close and hopes that tomorrow morning, at least, may be a better one for her.

—

Settled on the couch with a pillow and a purple blanket from Chaeyoung’s closet (which smells of her floral fabric softener, but he won’t think about that), Hoseok stares at the ceiling in the darkness. Next to the blank television, the light from the wifi router glows red and there’s a dim strip of blue underneath Chaeyoung’s door which he knows is a nightlight she can’t sleep without.

He can’t quite believe he’s sleeping over at her apartment. But Jimin and Sooah had been fully enthusiastic about hanging out as a foursome, and the former had peer pressured Hoseok to try a large glass of sparkling wine he’d bought which was strong enough to render him incapable of driving home safely. Later, Chaeyoung had awkwardly provided him with sleeping arrangements on the sofa before disappearing into her room, signalling the end of the night.

Jimin and Sooah had successfully interrupted one of the most revelatory moments of his life but in hindsight, Hoseok wonders if they had done him a favour. Chaeyoung’s response had been disappointing on every level and he doesn’t think he would’ve been able to remain around her if those two hadn’t barged in, full of stories about their eventful day. After Chaeyoung and then Sooah had left, Jimin seemed to notice that something seemed to be bothering the older member, but Hoseok couldn’t bring himself to talk about it. He’d caught himself off guard with his impulsive confession; he can’t imagine she would’ve been much more prepared with a response.

It’s late now, but Hoseok can’t sleep. He briefly considers waking Jimin from Sooah’s room or calling Namjoon, but he doesn’t think he can handle words of encouragement from them now, especially since Jimin’s will surely be accompanied by his Cheshire cat grin at being proven right about his year-long hunch regarding him and Chaeyoung. No, not Namjoon and definitely not Jimin. If Hoseok is being honest with himself, there’s only one person he wants to talk to right now.

Chaeyoung [01:15] Are you awake?

Hoseok almost jumps out of skin when the phone buzzes next to him. Heart racing, he stares at her message.

Hoseok [01:16] Yeah. You?

Chaeyoung [01:16] It would be really weird if I wasn’t, oppa.

Hoseok [01:17] You know that when I said what I said, I didn’t mean it as family, right?

Chaeyoung [01:18] I know.

Hoseok [01:19] I’m sorry. If I made you uncomfortable.

Chaeyoung [01:20] You didn’t.

Chaeyoung [01:21] I’m just not sure why you said it.

Hoseok [01:22] It wasn’t planned, honestly. But I meant it. Is that not what you’re asking?

Chaeyoung [01:23] It isn’t.  I don’t know how to put this

Hoseok frowns at his screen, rolling over onto his stomach and staring at it with bated breath. He pictures her inside her room in a similar position, brows furrowed and biting her lip, trying to talk to him.

Hoseok [01:25] It’s okay Take your time

Chaeyoung [01:26] I guess I don’t know the point of bringing it up

Hoseok [01:26] The point? I mean… I wanted to tell you how I feel

Chaeyoung [01:27] You just said you didn’t plan it

Hoseok [01:27] I didn’t, but in that moment, that’s how I felt I was spiraling and you were there for me. You helped me feel better. I always feel better when I’m with you

Chaeyoung [01:28] But that’s about how you feel

Hoseok [01:29] I’m hoping you enjoy my company too, since we hang out together a fair bit But I understand. You don’t have to feel the same way, Chae. I just wanted you to know. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable

Chaeyoung [01:30] Stop saying that, Hobi

Hoseok [01:30] I mean it, though

Chaeyoung [01:31] I’m sure you’ve meant everything you’ve said tonight But it’s not going to change anything. Right?

Hoseok [01:32] Chae You know why I said that

Chaeyoung [01:33] Sure But that’s why I don’t understand why you would bring this up now. If it’s not going to change anything, then what’s the point?

Hoseok [01:34] Do you really want things to change?

Chaeyoung [01:34] I’m not sure it makes a difference

Hoseok [01:35] Of course it does!

Chaeyoung [01:35] Really? Because you didn’t even ask me what I thought when you made that decision. This isn’t about me at all, Hoseok. This is all you.

Hoseok [01:36] I didn’t mean to make you mad, Chae

Chaeyoung [01:36] I’m not mad I heard you and I didn’t expect anything from you But you can’t do this. It’s not fair

Hoseok [01:37] I’m sorry

Hoseok [01:39] You’re right. You’re absolutely right.

Hoseok [01:40] Chae?

Chaeyoung [01:41] I’m here Your friendship means a lot to me, Hobi But I’ve been down this road before and I don’t want to be in this position So if you make a decision, like nothing is going to change, then I need you to stick to it

Chaeyoung [01:42] I’m not mad at you Ish But I’m going to sleep now

Hoseok watches her go offline, his heart sinking slowly. He types out a half-hearted “good night” but he can’t be sure if she’s seen it. She’s right, of course, about everything. He drops his face onto the pillow, squeezing his eyes shut and half-wishing he hadn’t opened his big mouth today.

—

The next morning when Chaeyoung wakes up, the sun has barely come up. She slips on a hoodie and brushes her teeth before heading to her bedroom door, taking a deep breath, and opening it just a crack. Her heart stutters for a moment when she sees the pillow and comforter neatly folded on the sofa, the rest of the living room clearly empty. But then she exhales in relief and heads to the kitchen, deciding it’s far too early in the morning to be rehashing the events of last night.

The events of last night. Despite how her night had finally ended, the words, the memory of him saying those words, makes her stomach flip. Chaeyoung lets herself enjoy it for a couple of minutes while she makes her morning smoothie, the euphoria of having an answer to his actions during their dalliance, the victory of having him say it first. She pours the mauve coloured drink into a tall glass and sticks a wide straw in it, taking a long and hearty sip of fruity goodness before dragging her mind away from the good part about last night.

“Nope, it’s too early,” she mutters to herself, setting the glass down and tying her long hair into a high ponytail. She has the rest of the day to dwell on it, to feel hurt and annoyed and wonder if she’d overreacted. Grabbing her glass, she heads back towards her room, when she does a double take.

Hesitating, she steps forward and closes her bedroom door before lightly fingering the two post-its on the door. They’re both from the tiny stationery box on the cabinet in between both bedrooms, set up by Chaeyoung herself, with coloured pens and stickers. The orange one is on top and has a message she’d expected to see at some point today: Went home, didn’t want to wake you.

The second one, a green one, is the one she takes off the door to read.

Can I take you to dinner tonight? Call me if it’s a yes. Actually, call me even if it’s a no.

—

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Hi Mimi!!!!!!! So excited for your celebration!!!! Congrats on the followers!!!!!

I'm asking for my beloved Sergeant, naturally XD Here's some prompts!

"Don't sign to me in that tone."

"Do that again, and I'll throw you out the window. Wait, what are you doing?" "Checking how high the drop is; seeing if it's worth it."

"Don't go where I can't follow...please, I need you."

@dragonrider9905 Ahhhhh! I was so excited to see your request. You always give me such awesome requests.

I really hope you like this, I left it open ended for you.

Love oo

Don't Go

Warning: Injury, bantering, bickering, blaster fire, almost getting shot, flirting, angst, I think that's it, let me know if I miss anything.

Italics - flashback

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Hunter sat beside your cot, holding your hand, pressing your fingers to his lips. Tech was busy focusing on the scanner, and trying to understand the readout. He got up and moved to the communication station, Hunter could sense his uneasiness, Tech’s sweat doubled in the last few seconds. Something must be wrong. 

His eyes fell back on your face, it looked so different from what it usually was. Where was the smile that was always on your lips? Where was the glimmering sparkle in your eyes? He couldn’t see it with your eyelids closed. 

‘Are you sure this is the way?’ You teasingly signed to Hunter as you both climbed your way around the side of the hotel towards the Ambassador’s suite. 

Hunter focused his eyes back on your sleeping form, was that the last time he saw that sparkling smile? No. That wasn’t it. 

‘Yes, I’m sure. Focus.’ Hunter signed back exasperated and rather rudely.

You pulled your head back a little, giving him a look that said, no you didn’t, and it took all his strength not to laugh when you signed ‘Don’t sign to me in that tone.’

Was that the last time you made him laugh? It couldn’t be. That couldn’t be the last time. He reached his hand out and gently caressed your forehead and cheek, “Wake up, cyar’ika. Please.”

When did everything go wrong? Was it because Cid had given them the wrong information again? Or was it when you threw him out of the way narrowly missing the blaster fire from the stormtroopers?

Hunter landed with a thud, his back slamming into the wall, your weight falling on top of him, knocking the air of his lungs. It took him a second longer than it should’ve to gain his breath back. Both of you were returning fire, and when one stormtrooper fell, two more took its place. You were both trapped, in the Ambassador’s study, when Tech commed, saying he found a hidden elevator. Within seconds a bookcase slid to the side and the elevator opened up. 

A few minutes later, you were both on the roof of the building waiting for Tech to swing by to pick you both up. 

Hunter paced back and forth shaking his head, “You’re reckless.”

“Excuse me? I believe the appropriate response is, ‘thank you, sweetheart, for saving my life,’ not, ‘you’re reckless.’” You shifted, shaking your head, as you saw the storm troopers down below calling for reinforcements. “Tech better hurry, we don’t have much time.”

“You don’t get it, do you?”

You looked over to Hunter, “Get what?”

“You do that again, and I’ll throw you out the window.” He watched as you leaned over the edge of the building, he grabbed your arm, “Wait. What are you doing?” 

You smiled, “Just checking how high the drop is; seeing if it’s worth it.”

He shook his head, a smile slowly creeping onto his lips, as much as he wanted to fight you, he couldn’t help but love you more, he cupped your cheeks, pulling you into a kiss, “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Probably, but it’ll be a fun ride.” You teased him, smiling against his lips.

You both pulled away when you heard the engines from the Marauder, Hunter forced you to clip on to the winch first, as soon as you were lifted off the ground, he clipped himself on to the second winch, as Wrecker started the winch. 

In a split second that Hunter replayed over and over again in his head, wishing things had been different, he saw the blaster fire, fly past him and hit you in your chest. He screamed, turning to fire on the trooper who had taken an aim at you. Both he and Wrecker fired rapidly, as Omega pulled you from the ramp. 

After that everything moved too fast and not fast enough. Wrecker picked you up like you weighed nothing and laid you on your bunk. Hunter closed the ramp and Tech entered hyperspace, faster than he had ever moved the ship. 

And now, things were what they were. 

Hunter sat there watching your chest slowly rise and lower, the oxygen mask strapped to your face helping you breathe. The bacta patch on your chest didn’t seem to be helping much, aside from slowly healing the wound. 

He leaned closer, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as he breathed in your scent. 

“Cyare, hang in there. Please, I can’t …” he cleared his throat, fighting back the warm bubble that was creeping up his throat, “Tech’s taking the ship to a medical way station that’s been abandoned since the war, he says there should be a surgery room, equipment and maybe supplies. So hang in there. Please.” 

He reached up and wiped away the tear that had escaped, he pressed his lips to your temple, “Cyare,” he whispered, “Don’t go where I can’t follow … please, I need you, baby.” 

Tears were streaming down his face, he couldn’t lose you, not when he finally found his peace. His rock. His home. 

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[iris-of-bliss]

𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝔸 𝕃𝕠𝕒𝕕 𝕆𝕗𝕗 [𝟙𝟠+]

Summary: Hwoarang deals with an irritating headache after his fight with Jin. Perhaps he could use a helping hand from you?

Pairing(s): Hwoarang/F!Reader

Warning(s): Smut, Foreplay, Teasing, Creampie, Fingering

Word Count: 1.5k

Hwoarang made his choice to match Jin for an upcoming tournament. This time, Kazama gained the upper hand through every round. They were at Yakushima with you and Xiaoyu watching over their every move. Although Hwoa has been a bit sloppy, you rooted for him regardless. Xiaoyu has done the same as Jin, who performed well on his part. It was a heated duel, just like last time. Both fighters still had a decent fight, showing off their skills and capabilities. After the match was over, you and Ling applauded them while approaching. The men pat down some of the dirt from their clothes. Hwoarang looked rather irritated, but your presence makes him feel a lot better.

“You did a good job today, boys!” you congratulated the fighters.

Xiaoyu followed, “Yeah, you two were great! So, we will meet up again next week, yes?”

Hwoarang sighed, “Sure, we gotta get back home. I’m starting to get a pounding headache.”

You and Ling exchange goodbyes as you follow your boyfriends. You could hear Ling catch up to Jin before bringing up a discussion about eating steamed buns. Hwoa was rubbing the back of his neck with his head hung low. It seems like he needed some rest. Maybe Jin went a little too rough? You place a hand on his back and question his state, “Are you feeling alright, babe? You don’t look too good.”

“Of course not. Must have caught a fever during the fight,” he insinuated, “Hop on so I can lay down when we get home.”

—

“Alright, Hwoarang. I’ve prepared an ice pack for you.”

Approaching the worn-out and shirtless Hwoarang, you place the pack against his forehead. He immediately grabs your hand to press the cooling bag against the aching pain. A relieved sigh slips from his mouth. His eyes open to see you while giving a small smirk.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he responds softly, “You got other ways to cure my headache besides a pack of ice?”

“Well, I can serve some soup if you want,” you came up with the best answer you could.

A chuckle emitted out of Hwoarang, “Oh, babydoll, I wasn’t talking about that kind of cure. I was wondering about the pleasurable variety.”

“Oh?”

Your eyes widen with a faded blush across your face. He swiftly grabs you by the wrist to get on top. You sit up facing Hwoa, his smirk widening more feverishly. He didn’t seem motivated to sleep. Just seeing you was enough for him. His hands trail over your hips before firmly squeezing them.

“H-Hwoarang?,” you hesitated, “What are you even scheming?”

“You know what this is, (Y/N). It’ll be worth it.”

You suddenly feel the redhead thrust his erection against your crotch. Gasping from the tease, you latch his wrists, still gripping your flesh as he continues to give a few more shots. He’s a quick thinker and knew about your weaknesses in bed before. It was impossible to hold back from keeping up with his rhythmic movements. Hwoa smirks and places the ice pack on the bed stand. He then pulls you down to hold you close while returning the favor. You can still smell his sweat from the match. Even when you convinced him to shower, he refused due to his headache. Without thinking, Hwoarang turns you over to the bed on your back, another surprised gasp escaping your lips. He now towers above you before leaning down your jaw to kiss. You already missed the dry rubbing between your thighs, so you end up doing the work yourself. The wet spot grew warmer as you wrapped your hands around his neck, the sweet sound of your moans teasing Hwoa’s ear. He groans against your skin and grabs your hips again, lifting them upward.

“You gonna be a good girl for me, baby?” the redhead whispers.

As you begin to feel your face heat up, you quickly nod, “Yes. Anything for you.”

He chuckles, “Now how about that?”

Hwoarang brings a hand between your thighs to rub your dampness. You allow him to keep you wet and close your legs around his working hand. You grab his face and share a hungry French kiss together. During the kiss, Hwoarang’s hand unzips your pants before sliding down further under your panties. It causes your voice to shiver at the touch. A pair of fingers gently tease your folds. They inch in to rub your walls before pulling away for your folds again. He loved listening to your frantic whimpers. Luckily for him, there was more to come.

Hwoa hums, “So, you’re ready to take me?”

“Please, do it!” you plead.

Hwoarang sighs and removes his pants to spring his erection out. He even lent a hand, taking off yours, too. Each cloth left your body as he slid them away. After the pieces of clothing were tossed aside, you immediately felt his cock rest over your entrance. He grinds into you all the while kissing your cheek. The stream of slickness coats underneath him as he kept going. You can even feel yourself getting hot from being close to your boyfriend.

“Heh, I feel big, don’t I?” he teases.

You were in the middle of mewling, so of course he didn’t need an answer when it was right there. He aligns himself and presses into your entrance, settling between your legs. The more you got filled up, the louder your cries became. Hwoa bites his lip after noticing how tight you were. From his perspective, this felt perfect.

“Better hold on tight, sweetheart.”

A few seconds after being completely filled, Hwoarang’s thrusting starts rough and hard. He claws at your shaking hips while exchanging kisses with you. Your breaths were already hot from the intensity. The kissing got sloppy due to your boyfriend’s wild pounding. As he did so, he smacked the side of your rear and gave you a gentle squeeze. Your fingers scratched into his shoulders, yet this did not lead him to flinch in the slightest. Both of you were overcome by the heat inside and out. Hwoarang lifted himself up as he kept up with his thrusts. Looking down at you, he grins at the exhausted state you are in. What a sight to see.

“Like what you see?” he teases.

Your words were struggling to piece themselves together, “Y-yeah. Please, more- oh!”

He emits a chuckle at your reply. You felt a knot form in your stomach. It was such a pleasing view, Hwoarang couldn’t resist while kneading your skin. It bothered him that you were still in your shirt, so he slowed down to pull that off as well. Leaving you in your bra was just enough. He bends down to kiss you, all the while sneaking his fingers under your bra, finding their way to your nipples. The redhead scratches your pebbled skin. You moan in his mouth, your body arching up to him. Though your eyes remain shut, you trail your hands to his hair to undo his bun. The rest of his red strands drape down in the process. Fuck, he looked so hot. You take a handful of his hair and comb through it. Your legs wrap around his torso for him to go deeper. Hwoarang pulls his hands away to embrace you. He groaned due to his hair being messed with.

Hwoa keeps fucking you harder, close into attempting to bottom you out. He breaks the kiss with a string of saliva falling off. Panting for air, he tries his best to speak, “Do I feel good? Huh?”

You were trying to catch your breath, “Y-Yes, so good…”

You move some of his strands to the back of his ear for a better view. He takes your wrist in order to place a kiss on your hand. The both of you embrace each other again, the session continuing on. Hwoarang starts kissing and biting your jaw, urging you to give him access to your neck. You grant his wish before he abuses your weak spot. He managed to earn plenty of moans, and they drove him wild. The tightening of your walls around his cock. He growls in your flesh like an animal, almost reaching his climax. After giving a rough hickey on your neck, he rests his forehead along yours to lock eyes. Breaths arose while you two were about to release. Your cunt flutters when you stare into his brown eyes. Everything about Hwoarang was perfect to you.

“Hwoarang, I love you! I-“

The sentence was cut off by the sudden finish, loud cries erupting from pure pleasure. Hwoa’s cum spurts out after you are quickly filled. He didn’t care much, though. Overfilling you would eventually satisfy him more. As you finally settle down, you kiss your boyfriend once more. The fatigued redhead pulls out and collapses on his stomach beside you. He brings you close by your torso, careless to move around any longer. You hold onto his arm before looking back at his smirking face.

“Thanks to you, my head isn’t pounding any more,” he chuckles at you.

You hummed, “If that’s the case, maybe we could try that method next time? Whenever it comes back, of course.”

“Heh, good girl.”

He plants a kiss on your head as you sigh yourself to sleep. From now on, Hwoarang has a favorite cure he can make use of next time. That sneaky tease he is.

[cozage]

Hi. How are you? Can I put in a request for Law x Corazon’s daughter? Corazon asks Law to take care of his wife and daughter (she is his age) if anything were to happen to him. After Corazon dies, Law finds them and stays with them before becoming a pirate and promises to visit. As the years go by, he falls for her and vice versa. Then after Dressrosa (which she helps them with), he asks her to join the crew.

A/N: Im great! anyway…Uhhhh yeah this got way long. I’m not mad about it. I hope it was worth the wait for you :) (you can also read it on AO3 if you dont like the tumblr format for long posts)

Characters: female reader x Law

Cw: sadness, abandonment, parent death

Total word count: 5.2k

A Lifetime Promise

You pout at the boy standing in front of you. “Who are you?” 

Your mom squeezed your hand to silence you. “You must be Trafalgar Law,” She said, smiling at the boy. She seemed tense, like she’s scared of something.

“You have a funny hat,” you remark, looking at the spots. They matched his skin, which was patch-worked like the cows you had at home. 

“You have a funny face,” he spits back, scowling at you. 

You stick your tongue out at him, and your mother picks you up and holds you on her hip. 

“Well, Law. Let’s get you settled into your new home.”

“What?!” you shriek, looking at your mother. “I don’t want him to live with us! He’s mean! And scary looking!”

“Quiet, Y/N!” Your mother hissed at you, squeezing you tighter to her. You could tell she was upset, but you weren’t entirely sure what you had done to make her so sad. So you kept quiet and let your mother lead the strange boy back to your house.

He stayed with you for a few years, and in that time you learned to coexist. You helped him study, and you were there when he got the last drop of lead poisoning out of his system. Both of you cried for the things you had lost and the things you had gained, and you learned to actually enjoy being around him and his friends. 

You spent the summers roaming the forests with Law, Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo, and you spent the winter huddled together in front of a lowly lit fireplace, your mother serving you all hot chocolate. It was heaven in the North Blue Sea, and you never wanted it to end. You all would be together forever, you were certain.

“One week from now, we’re setting out.” He had acquired a small boat, big enough for four people. “We’re going to take on the Grand Line and I’m going to be King of the Pirates.”

“It’ll be a tight fit, but we can all fit I think,” you said, examining the boat. One more person wouldn’t be that much weight.

Law shot you a look, and the other members exchanged looks nervously. They had been anticipating an argument, but they weren’t expecting it to be in front of them. 

“You’re not coming, Y/N-ya.”

You looked at him, trying to understand. Your goals have always been aligned. Go to the Grand Line and take down the Donquixote family. To take revenge for your father and for Law. 

“A pirate's life is a man’s life. You wouldn’t fit in. We all talked about it, and you’re better off staying here. Where you’re safe.” 

“I don’t want to be safe, Law,” you cried, your eyes filling with tears. “I want to be with you! We had plans!”

“Plans change.”

“You’re really going to leave me behind?” Your broken voice and bleary eyes were almost enough to change his mind. 

“I never promised to take you with me,” he snapped. He tried to ignore the pain in his chest when you ran away crying, but the dull ache didn’t go away.

The coldness between the two of you was worse than any winter storm you had ever encountered. He said goodbye when he thought you were asleep, and you laid there silently without responding. It was easier for you both that way. 

--

He didn’t return for another year, and when you saw the pirate flag the four of you had created now painted on a submarine, your heart soared. 

“Law!” You screamed, jumping onto the deck as if it were second nature. 

You leaped into his arms for a hug and he caught you, spinning you around with the momentum you both had gathered. 

“I missed you,” he whispered, clutching you close to him. 

Your heart skipped a beat. “Let me come with you this time!” 

His hands gripped tighter against your back, grabbing fists of fabric from your cloth dress. 

“Just kidding!” You say quickly, not wanting to pick up a year old fight. You scrunch your nose at him and your other three friends. “I bet you guys smell. So. Bad.”

Everyone laughs at that, and you pull away from Law nervously, hugging your other friends who you’ve missed just as much. 

Their visit was short, but you made the most out of the two days they stayed in port. You showed them new restaurants, and revisited some of your old adventures, and explored the marketplace with Law to make dinner for your mom one night. 

And when they left, you stood at the cliffside and waved until they were out of sight, praying their telescope wasn’t good enough to see the tears in your eyes.

--

It was three and a half years until Trafalgar Law came back to you, but it felt like a lifetime. You had learned to live with the pain of his absence, and tried your best to move on. But every time the light glimmered on the ocean, you could feel your heart calling out to him. 

Law came quietly that time. He was surprised when he looked for you at your usual spots and you weren’t anywhere to be found. He wandered the streets with his crew - now 7 strong - searching for you. 

“She’s down in the Trademark Hotel. She works the front desk now, dear,” an elderly woman at a stall said. 

He tried not to quicken his pace, but everyone could feel his speed increase, and worked to match it. His new crew was desperate to see the girl he returned home to, and his old crew members missed your face. 

He rushed in to see you standing at the desk, talking to a man who was dressed in a fancy suit. You laughed, and Law could feel his heart clench with joy at the sound of your voice. He couldn’t help but see a piece of Corazon in your smile now.

Your eyes slid over to the door to greet the new customers, and you screamed out upon realization of his identity, startling the man beside you. 

“Law!” You jumped over the desk and he opened his arms for an embrace as you ran to him. He held you in his arms for just a moment before you pulled away, and he reluctantly let you go. 

“Oh my god, this is perfect timing!” you squealed, running back to grab the man’s hand. “Jami, this is Law. You remember me talking about him, right?”

“Yeah…” the man eyed Law and his crew. “The pirate crew?”

You laughed. “And my best friend!”

“He’s more like your brother, isn’t he?” He smirked. “Since you were raised together.”

“We’re not siblings,” both you and Law said at the same time, and you laughed at your synchronicity, but Law’s eyes stayed fixed on the man.

Law frowned, looking between you and this stranger. He had his arm wrapped around your waist, and he was standing extremely close to you. It was clear you all were close, but Law had never seen him before. He was glaring at Law, as if he expected some sort of challenge from the pirate.  

You took a deep breath, and then broke the news. “Law, this is my boyfriend, Jamison.”

Law’s eyes widened at the news. You were too preoccupied waving to Shachi and the others, but it was enough for Jamison to see his visible reaction. 

“The three of us should have dinner tonight,” Jamison said, looking at Law with a smirk. “If you can leave your crew for that long.”

“No way! Everyone needs to come.” You pressed your hand against Jamison’s chest playfully, and Law felt something twist inside of him. “You have new people in your life too, Law. Introduce us!”

Law finally breaks his gaze from Jamison and looks at you, his jealousy melting away when he sees your smile. Things felt more normal when he looked at you and heard your voice.

“I’ll set up a reservation at the hotel restaurant for ten. Oh, and mom. So eleven. Does five o’clock sound okay?”

“Perfect.” He smiled back at you, and for a moment you were alone together in a crowded room. 

Jamison cleared his throat, bringing you both back to the group. He looked at Law and his crew. “The dress code is a bit more…” he paused to scan the pirates. “...Formal. I hope you have nicer clothes available than those.”

Law frowns, and he sees you mimic his own facial expression in response to Jamison’s words. “I think the Trademark can make exceptions for distinguished guests.” you said sweetly. 

“Darling,” the man hissed, squeezing your side causing you to flinch. “The Trademark has a reputation to uphold, don’t you think?”

Law resisted the urge to punch the man right then and there. If he stepped in now, you would only be angry about his interference. He knew he had to grit his teeth and let you handle it. He fully expected you to give some snarky remark back to Jamison and stand up for yourself and his crew. But the spunk he remembered you having seemed to have dissipated over the years, and your rebelling heart was more soft spoken than he remembered. 

You offered a compromise instead of a fight. “Then we’ll go to Cordelia’s.” 

“I don’t think Cordelia’s is the proper place for this occasion,” Jamison retaliated.

“Then don’t come.” Your voice was short and to the point, and Law could see the fire of defiance begin to relight in your eyes. 

“Cordelia’s sounds lovely,” Law interjected quickly before the fight escalated too much. “Still five?”

You gave him a tight smile and a quick nod, and then broke from Jamiston’s hold to run and wrap your arms around Law’s neck again. 

“It really is so good to see you again, Law.”

He held you tight for a moment, trying to remember the feeling of your body against his before he let go. “You too. See you at five,” he said, walking out the door. 

When Law arrived at Cordelia’s, he noticed the table was only set for ten, but nobody in his crew commented on it. Law kept the seat next to him open, in hopes that you would take it rather than your snotty boyfriend. But as it turned out, he didn’t need to worry about it. Only you and your mother showed. 

“Sorry I’m late!” you say, taking the seat beside Law without a second thought. 

“You’re always late,” Law teased. 

You waved him off, rolling your eyes at him. You leaned over so you could see his three new crew members. “I’m Y/N,” you said. “I’m so sorry I didn’t officially introduce myself earlier! I was just so overwhelmed with seeing Law and Shachi and Penguin and Bepo!”

“She didn’t even acknowledge us earlier,” Penguin said under his breath, causing Law to shoot him a glare. 

The rest of Law’s crew introduced themselves, and you spent a lot of time asking about them and their lives. Law could feel your nervous energy, like you were interviewing celebrities or famous royalty. You wanted to know everything about their lives and how they became a pirate, and by the time dessert rolled around, there was no time left to talk about yourself. 

“Can I walk you back to your place?” Law asked as you got up from the table after the meal. 

“Such a gentleman!” you gasped, feigning surprise. “Heart Pirate crew, it was lovely to meet you. Please come back anytime! You’re always welcome here.”

Law held out his arm and you grinned as you took it, overly dramatic in your actions. You walked down the cobblestoned streets in the moonlight, quiet for a while until Law broke the silence. 

“No Jamison for dinner?” he questioned innocently. 

You scowled. “I don’t want to talk about him,” you replied. “Jami always says Cordelia’s is our spot. He doesn’t like to share with other people.”

“He doesn’t seem like-”

“Law,” you warn, irritation creeping into your voice. “I really don’t want to talk about him right now.”

“Okay, fine.” He eyed you, but your face was completely unreadable. He wasn’t sure when he had lost the ability to read your emotions, but it saddened him now. 

“Can we go to the harbor before you take me home?”

“Of course, Milady,” he said, ushering you towards the sea wall at the bottom of the hill. 

You all sat on the wall, staring at the moon and its reflection against the ocean. 

“Tell me a story, Law.” It was something you used to say when you were kids. On the nights one of you had such terrible nightmares that you woke up crying, and the other would crawl into bed with the other. You always begged him to make up some kind of story to get your mind off of things. He was a good storyteller. 

He chuckled. “We’re a bit old for that, don’t you think?” He looked over at you, but your eyes were on the sea, deep in thought. 

“Tell me a real story, then.”

He obliged, of course. He’d do anything for you. Keep her happy and keep her safe. That’s what Corazon had asked of Law when he was a child. A lifelong promise for the man who gave him a life worth living. 

He told you the story of giant bees who hated humans, but loved Bepo’s fur. The crew had to make trades of honey for Bepos fur, and how it saved them from starvation and left Bepo half bald. 

“That can’t be true!” you giggled, pushing him away from you. “Tell me a true story!”

��It’s true! I swear!” He said, smirking at you. 

“Promise?” you looked up at him with wide eyes, desperately wanting to believe him.

He was about to respond, but your gaze distracted him. You all stared at each other for a few moments, hovering close to each other. Not touching, just out of reach.

“Take me to sail with you, Trafalgar Law,” you begged. “I won’t ask for anything ever again. Just take me with you.”

He desperately wanted to take you away from this island, from the man who claimed to love you and the mediocre job you worked. But he made a promise. 

“I can’t,” he whispers, and you can hear the pain he's causing himself in rejecting you. 

You pull away, breaking your eye contact with him to stare out into the sea. You want to cry, but no tears would come. You were expecting this response from him. You were expecting rejection from him. It still stung, but not as much as you were anticipating. 

“Okay,” you say with a nod, pushing down your sadness. “I won’t ask you again.”

You rise to your feet, and turn your back to the ocean and your best friend, and walk into your house on the dock. Law didn’t even have time to beg you to stay before you had vanished into the night. 

Law found your house the next morning with the help of a friend of yours. Of course, Jamison answered the door with that signature cocky sneer on his face. 

“She’s not feeling well,” he said, glancing at the back room. “How about you try again tomorrow?”

“We’re leaving tomorrow,” Law says, trying to push past the man. “I need to see her before we go.”

“I’ll send her your way if she’s feeling up to it, okay?” He starts to shut the door, but Law jams his foot into the opening to prevent it from closing completely. 

“I need to see her.”

“No, you don’t,” Jamison said, kicking Law’s foot out of the doorway. “I don’t need my future wife being influenced by a bunch of pirates. Your presence is bad for her. You make her rude and disobedient.” He pauses to look out to the harbor, and his smirk returns. “You might want to hurry, it looks like some Navy ships got a tip about a notorious pirate crew on this island. Wouldn’t want you to get caught.”

Law looks to the harbor and finds 10 marine ships on the horizon, and he takes off towards his crew, cursing the coward you’re with. 

“I’ll be back,” Law whispers into the air as he runs for his ship. “I promise.”

--

Law finally made it back to you two years later, praying that you wouldn’t be giving him another major life update when he found you again. He was terrified that he’d come back to you and you’d be engaged to that pompous ass - or even worse, married. He wanted you to be happy, but he knew you weren’t happy with that man.

The crew could sense his tenseness in the days leading up to the arrival on their home island. But nobody talked about it, until Shachi finally went into his office as they docked.

“Are you going to ask her this time?” He demanded. “You know she’ll say yes.”

“I don’t want her on the ship,” Law said. He didn’t even bother to look up from his book. 

“Bullshit,” Shachi replied. “You have Ikkaku here now too. You can’t even use that stupid “No Girls Allowed” rule.”

Law didn’t respond. It had been what he told you years ago, and he had to admit he was a little nervous to see how you’d respond to seeing a woman on his crew. 

“Captain,” Shachi said, walking over to his desk. “Ask her.”

Law finally looked up from his book. “I’ll consider it.”

When they docked, Law was the first off the ship. The others didn’t bother to follow him, they knew they’d see you soon enough. 

He made a beeline for the Trademark, and was surprised to find that there had been a name change in the past year and a half. 

It was now the Heart Hotel.

He walked into the lobby, but your smiling face wasn’t the one to greet him, and his heart sunk. A young woman sat at the front desk, but it wasn’t you.

“Hello, how can I help you today sir?” Her voice was high pitched and overenthusiastic, but Law couldn’t tell if she was genuine or not. 

“I’m looking for Y/N.” Law said, looking around. “Does she still work here?”

The girl at the front desk laughed at his question, but Law didn’t understand why. 

“Let me go get her. Please wait right here. What business do you have with her today?”

Law frowned, unsure how to answer the question. “Personal, I guess?”

The girl nodded and receded into a back room. A moment later he heard your voice cry out, and he relaxed a little bit. 

“WHAT?!” He could hear quickened footsteps, and the door to the back rooms opened, revealing your frame. 

He smiled when he saw you, but it was quickly erased when he saw your downward knitted brows and angry look on your face. 

“Trafalgar Law!” you screeched, storming out to where he was standing. You pulled your hand back and swung it around, your palm hitting his cheek full force. Before Law had time to react, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him close to you, so your face was only centimeters away. You were shorter than him, but with this amount of rage, he couldn’t help but feel intimidated by you.

“Don’t you ever leave me without saying goodbye again!” You said, and he could see tears in your eyes. Your glare breaks, and you crumple into his chest and let out a sob. 

“Why did you do that?” you cried. He wrapped his arms around you, and held you tight against him. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, holding you tight. He didn’t make excuses or try to explain. It didn’t matter now. “I’m here now. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

You nod into his chest and pull away from him, viciously wiping the tears away with your hands. 

“God look at me, I’m such a mess.” Your voice is still thick from crying. “Amanda, I’m going on break. If anyone needs me-”

“They won’t,” Amanda finishes, and you laugh at her response. Then she corrects herself with, “I know, I’ll call you on the transponder snail.”

“Looks like you’ve moved up a bit in the hotel,” Law states as you take his arm and lead him out the door. 

Your laugh rings out, and Law feels his heart flutter in his chest. “I’m the owner now, thank you very much!”

“The owner?” he gasped, looking at you. Your chest is puffed out proudly and you’re carrying yourself with more confidence than the last time he saw you. 

“Yep! You like the name?”

“I was wondering about that,” he mumbled, looking up at the top of the hotel, where name was proudly displayed. 

You giggled again and bumped into him as you walked. “I missed you, Law.”

“I missed you too,” he said, bumping back into you. “You seem to be doing good for yourself.”

“Oh, I love running the hotel!” He can feel your excitement. “It’s something I didn’t even know I was good at, but it’s so fun! And the restaurant is interesting to work in too! It keeps me busy, but me and mom run it together and we work with local farmers and suppliers for everything in the restaurant and for the hotel.”

He listens to you ramble on about the intricacies of the business, and he feels his heart sink. He was going to ask you to come with him, to join him in his adventure. But he can’t pull you away from this life. He can’t pull you away from this happiness. He’s not so selfish that he would do that to you or your mother. He made a promise, and he would be breaking it by asking you to leave now. 

When you finish talking about your new business, you both find yourselves at the door of your house on the dock. 

“Would you like to come in?” You ask, pulling out your key. “I can make dinner for-your crew! How many are there now? I can make a reservation at the restaurant if you want!”

“There’s thirteen of us in total, but we still don’t have any fancy outfits, I’m afraid.”

You roll your eyes and open the door, trying to usher Law into the house. “The Heart Hotel isn’t as snobby under my new management. Table for 15, got it. Come on in.”

But Law kept standing outside. “Are you sure it’s okay with Jamison that I come in?”

You scowl, and you realize that he’s waiting for some kind of update on more than your professional life. He glances down at your hands, but there’s no sign of commitment around your fingers. 

“That kind of crashed and burned.” Your tone indicates that you won’t be going into any further detail, but Law isn’t quite done with his questions. 

“It looks like you came out on top, at least.” He walks into the house, looking around. It’s decorated similarly to the house you all grew up in, evident that only you and your mother were living in the space. “The hotel, the house…”

“Law.” Your voice told him he was getting into dangerous territory. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, flopping on the couch. He didn’t want to drop the conversation, but he could tell that he wouldn’t be getting any more information out of you at the moment. 

You put out a snack tray, and called Amanda on the snail transponder. “Hey dear, could you put in a reservation for 15 please? 6 pm should be good, but we might be a little late.”

Amanda and you chatted briefly, and then you came back to the living room to sit across from Law. 

“So, how’s the sea life treating you?” 

He talked about his adventures, telling you about his three new members on the crew. He saw you tense at the mention of a female joining the crew, but you didn’t say anything. You just snacked on the cheese and crackers and listened to his stories quietly. 

You desperately wanted to ask him to take you with him again, but you refrained. After the last time, where you begged him to go and then he left without saying goodbye, you promised not to ask anymore. And you would hold true to your promise, no matter how much it hurt to let him leave again. 

Law left you to round up his crew, and you all met up again outside of the Heart Hotel. You could tell his crew adored their captain, and it was good to see your old friends and meet your new ones. 

Dinner was delightful, and you could tell the chefs had put their entire soul into creating the meal for you all. 

“It looks like you’ve got the best of the best working for you,” the crew complimented. 

“Oh, they are! I love the creative liberty they take in each meal.” The more you talked, the more apparent it was that you loved the life you had built. 

Shachi and Law exchanged a look, a sense of understanding passing through them. 

“How long are you here for?” You finally asked after dessert was served. 

“We’re actually pulling out tomorrow morning,” Law said, ignoring the look of shock from his crew. They had anticipated being in port for at least a few days. 

“What?” Your spoon dropped out of your hand from the surprise. “So soon? I can put you up in-”

“That’s not necessary,” Law said, cutting you off. “I just wanted to stop by and say hello as we passed through.”

“I see,” you said carefully, trying to beat around the bush of the question you wanted to ask. “Are you heading to the Grand Line?”

“Not yet,” Law admitted. “We should be ready soon.”

“You’ll visit before you go for good, right?”

“Promise.”

--

He came back to find you a year and a half later. He had his mind set for the Grand Line, and he was finally going to ask you to come with him. You had to be by his side if he was going to succeed in being the King of the Pirates. 

When he walked into the Heart Hotel, he saw Amanda, who didn’t seem surprised to see him at all.

“Trafalgar Law,” Amanda said with a sad smile on her face. “She said you’d come back.”

Her words raised the hair on his neck. They were ominous and foreboding, and she spoke as if she knew something he didn’t. She walked to the back and came out with a envelope, which she handed off to him. 

“This was what she left you.”

“Where is she?” he demanded. His name was on the front of the envelope, the handwriting in your style. He felt sick to his stomach.

“I’m not sure,” Amanda said. “Off on some great adventure. There’s more in the note. You should read it.”

He walked down to the sea wall and sat, opening the letter to find out what happened to you. The date was marked 10 months after he had last visited.

Law, 

Mom died this morning. She got sick a few weeks ago, and it all happened pretty fast. The doctors said she didn’t suffer much, and she passed peacefully in her sleep. So I guess there’s some comfort in that. I wish I could’ve told you another way. Maybe I’ll find you and we can talk about it face to face before you’re reading this. 

I can’t stay here. Everywhere I look reminds me of you or her. This place I loved just feels dead now. Maybe I’ve outgrown it. Maybe I need something more. 

The last time you were here, I was hoping you would ask me to join you. But I see now that you don’t want me to be a part of your crew for whatever reason. Don’t worry, I’m not angry about it. I understand that you want to live your own life, and I don’t hold that against you. 

But I can’t wait around for you to brighten up my life every few years. I have to make my own adventure. So I’m heading off to be my own captain, going straight for the Grand Line. I’m going to do what we promised we’d do all those years ago. I’m going to go find my uncle and take revenge on my father. Some way or another. 

I hope I’ll see you on the Grand Line. We’ll meet as Pirate Captains, but don’t take too long, or I’ll beat you to the One Piece. 

See you soon.

Law shoved your note into his pocket and took off towards his crew. He wasn’t even sure if you had made it to the Grand Line, or how you would survive it long enough to get to Dressrosa. 

“We need to go,” he yelled at the crew. “The Grand Line! Now!”

Shachi looked behind the captain, waiting to see you tagging along. But you didn’t appear. “Captain, where-”

“She left!” He yelled. “She went to the Grand Line already!” 

“What?!” The crew yelled in unison. 

--

He heard rumors of a one-woman ship in Alabasta, but there wasn’t much information besides that. And then, on Kite Rose Island, he heard that you had disappeared. People speculated if you had been killed by an enemy ship, or sold into slavery, or sunk into the ocean. Law got sick to his stomach whenever he thought about it. 

But he still had a promise to fulfill. To take down Doflamingo. For you and for Corazon. 

--

And he did. With the help of the Strawhat Pirates and some luck, he finally succeeded. And as he sat with Sengoku, he couldn’t help but bring up your name. 

“Did you know he had a daughter?”

Sengoku raised his brow and smiled. “I kept tabs on her,” he said. “She came to Dressrosa about two years ago, and has been operating under the Donquixote family. I’m surprised you didn’t know.”

“She made it?” Law breathed out, unable to believe you had been here the whole time. 

Sengoku laughed. “How do you think your friends were able to navigate the colosseum so easily to escape? Or that the Tontattas made it to Dressrosa so quickly? How do you think Princess Viola avoided detection of her betrayal for so long? She may not have been an inner family of Doflamingo, but she was high on his rank and extremely trusted. Any time you thought luck was on your side, I assure you it was her.”

Law struggled to stand, looking around for you over the cliffside. 

“If I remember correctly, she was heading for the castle the last I saw her.”

He ran as fast as his feet would carry him. Even in his weakened state, he willed his body to stay upright to find you. His eyes desperately searched every face he saw, looking for your eyes, your smile. He had tried to abandon the hope that you were alive over the past three years since he found your letter, but it had never truly died. 

Finally, he found you laughing with the purple-haired princess of Dressrosa. He called your name, and he saw you turn to him, scanning the faces until you met his eyes.

“Law!” You screamed. You abandoned Viola and took off towards him at full speed, tears streaming down your face. 

He tried to brace himself for the impact he knew was coming, but it wasn’t enough, and the two of you tumbled onto the floor. He pulled you into his chest and refused to let you go, and you laid against him, sobbing. 

“You did it,” you cried, getting tears and snot all over his coat. 

“We did it,” he corrected. “We couldn’t have done it without you.”

You cried harder into his chest at his praise, and he stroked your hair gently. He didn’t care that the two of you were causing a giant scene in front of everyone. He blinked back tears of his own, relieved to know you were finally back in his arms and you were safe. 

“Sail with me. Join my crew.” It wasn’t a question, but you nodded in response. 

“I’ll follow you anywhere captain,” you sobbed. “I promise.”

He pulled you closer to him, never wanting to let you go. “And I’ll never leave you alone. I promise.”

[cupcakeslushie]

Okay. I've been tip-toeing around this AU for a while now, but I just got caught up, and now I think I have a (decent) grasp on what's going on. So I wanna go over everything I know so far to see if I'm right or wrong on anything. Don't know if you'd be willing to correct me or not. Either way, I hope my mistakes can help you understand what to clarify to other fans like me. But, I also have some questions. You probably won't be able to answer most of them, but it's at least worth a shot.

First, where's Venus? Like, why is she not in your comics that are (sort of) separate frome the canon now story. The ones that skip to the future way after all the turtles reunite. Did she die? Did she escape? Is it because she wasn't introduced yet when you made those comics?

Two, why do you keep on making references to the future timeline? I know you're planning on possibly making your own stuff leading up to the events of the movie. It just gives me a jumpscare when I see certain...imagery in those comics. I guess you're hinting at what your version of the future apocalypse would look like, but it just hurts to see. Specifically in the comic explaining both the events and aftermath of the movie and the bad future timeline. It's starting to really confuse my brain as to where this story is headed. What's meant to be the main focus? The Hamto's reuniting? The aftermath? Or the future?

Third, did you make all those min-comics before you started the actual AU? Or did you do them during?

Fourth, are any of those mini-comics relevant to the actual story now? Or have you changed your mind on a few things? It's just that everything is so all over the place, I don't really know whether to trust if they're accurate. I know most of them are just there for funzies, but the longer ones concern me. I guess I'm just not used to the storyteller doing sequel, start, prequel, start, sequel, prequel, prequel, sequel, and then end. Or maybe it's just me, and I'm sleep deprived.

My little observation speech is gonna take a while for me to get out in your asks because when I get theoretical, my speech gets long, and my proper English goes down the drain. So I'll be back. I appreciate your work very much. Despite the pain it causes me, it's still amazing.

I’ll try my best to clear up what confusion I can!

1. As far as Venus. The answer is kind of a mix of, I was still figuring out her design and backstory while coming out with some of those early comics, and then, once I had that down, I wanted the boys to grow strong bonds as a main cast. That’s why a lot of the side characters are only making small appearances in the Sep!AU Life stories, as those are mainly for the boys reconnecting. (Usagi shows up the most because I love him and am totally biased towards him).

This maybe hasn’t been stated outright, but I wasn’t really expecting so many ppl to like Vee as much as they do, and now im trying not to spoil too much of her story. It’ll unfortunately just take us a while to get to the meat of it. Since the boys reconnecting takes up a lot of the early s1s2 story, Im trying to follow the familiar Rise blueprint of Draxum, Shredder, Krang, and then in s3 we’ll have crazy fun new stories with the extra characters.

Ive also decided to take this little nugget from one of the Q&As, and use it for Venus instead of Jennika. It was a much needed bit of inspiration to explain why Venus sorta disappears for a while and will go through some major physical changes (not yet revealed) before the family can figure out a way to reach her.

2. I’m not sure if you mean jump scared in a bad/triggering or neutral way, but if you need me to tag anything on those posts please let me know!

The glimpses of the future timeline, are being scattered throughout wherever they parallel the present story in little ways, but that’s only for now. As we get closer to the movie plot, bigger chunks of the future will be revealed, because the future versions of the boys will have a larger role to play in the present timeline. So we will need more backstory than what the canon got. And also I just enjoy drawing my future versions so sometimes I don’t think too hard on a reason. I just like throwing them at ppl with no warning or reason.

When s2 ends, I plan on collecting all the future related stuff that’s been released, and recapping it for easier reading. Right now, it’s just little sprinkles of foreshadowing to give ppl an idea that, ‘oh crap. The doomed timeline is a bummer’. In my mind, I guess i thought it’d be kinda like a fun scavenger hunt for clues, but maybe ppl don’t like that 😅

3. All of the side-stories were written as the main comic was/is being released. A lot of them resulted from asks that just spawned the need to expand on certain ideas, or a desire to give all the turtles their time to shine.

For instance, when I was doing Donnie’s section of the main comic, it was a good few months where we hardly saw anyone but him and Venus. I wanted to just mix it up, and give Raph some love with his ‘Raph Time’ short. When Leo was front and center in the main, we hardly saw the others, so Mikey and Donnie got their little ‘Secrets’ short (and it was also I fun thank you for EW making it so far in the tmnt sep competition).

4. Anything that has been reworked/revised or just plain dropped should have an ‘Edit’ note because yes—I have gone back and changed some things, but more so from the asks i got in the early days, and some movie idea drafts.

All the short comics done in the last year, especially the ones that are listed in my pinned post, are canon and fall somewhere in the timeline. They’re like supplemental reading though—extra meat to give the world and the characters more personality. They do have particular backstory plot and important info in them, but nothing that shouldn’t eventually be re-visited/repeated in the main story.

um I hope that cleared up some things! I know it’s kind of a crazy amount of lore. I’ve tried my best to organize it in the pinned post, huge timeline, and search bar tags, but I know it’s getting harder and harder for newer ppl to jump in as it just get bigger. Thanks for reading regardless!

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𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 —

— : [nsfw ] dry humping, fwb, mutual pining, light angst, semi public, unprotected sex, pet names, confessions, fluff, creampie + jealously

— : wc : 1.9k

it had been exactly 4 months since you went to that party. 4 months since you and him stumbled upstairs into his bedroom and had sex. 4 months since this agreement between the two of you was reached and 4 months since you’d been with anyone else.

the two of you weren’t together or exclusive and you were certain he was fucking around with at least two other people. it never bothered you, or at least that’s what you said anyway.

only sleeping with him was a decision you made on your own and you weren’t even sure if he knew that or cared.

prior to that night, you and kuroo were friends. you had the same friend group and you only met him because of kenma. he was a year above you in college and you would hangout every weekend when you weren’t studying or out with other people.

he was a great guy and you couldn’t fault him for being so charming and easy with his words. everyone on campus liked him. he had a bit of a reputation.

you were okay with your arrangement. it wasn’t like you had any complaints because he was still a good friend to you and he fucked you better than anyone else you’d ever been with.

it helped that his dick was big.

“i think we should go out” keiji grins, “you look like you need a few drinks and a night out”

you sigh from your spot on your bed. you’re flat on your stomach but he can still hear your whine even with your face planted in your sheets. finals week had been stressful.

“it’ll be fun” he pouts and you hated how easily you gave in to him but he was your best friend and you loved him. he was also your annoying ass roommate who you couldn’t get rid of without changing the locks and you cared about him way too much for that.

“besides” he grins, “i wanna see kou”

you look up from your spot just to roll your eyes at him. he really was obsessed with his boyfriend and no, you weren’t jealous. you were happy being single.

you ignore the pang in your chest in favour of going to take a long, hot shower. your body would need all the relaxing it could get because your friends would make you dance the entire night.

the lights inside the club is always too fucking bright and you weren’t a douchebag so wearing glasses would be corny. it was usually easy to ignore but after your third shot of whatever the fuck kenma had given you, you felt a strong headache coming on. it was so unlike him to take shots like this but you supposed that after those final exams, you all needed a night out.

“i’ll get you water” he calls out, “do you want anything else?”

you shake your head. you knew your own limits and you weren’t sure the hangover tomorrow morning would be worth the hassle. you felt a pleasant buzz throughout your body and you didn’t mind sipping on keiji’s cocktails when he wasn’t looking.

the music feels like it’s right inside your head by the time you’re making your way through the sea of sweaty body grinding against each other. you weren’t even sure why you decided to dance by yourself but keiji looked happy to just sit and grind on bokuto and kenma wasn’t a dancer.

you knew he had to be there. anywhere koutaro went, kuroo tetsurou was sure to follow. the two were best friends after all.

“wanna dance?”

you hear a voice behind you. the guy isn’t that tall but he’s cute and you shrug. you didn’t mind a little grinding and the guy had a nice, firm chest when he pressed up against your back.

you swayed together, purposefully pushing your hips back every time he’d move forward. it was innocent as dry humping in the middle of the dance floor could be and the alcohol flowing through your system only seemed to make you more bold tonight.

when you opened your eyes again, you looked across to see the table you were sitting at. keiji and koutaro were making out as usual, kenma seemed to be enjoying his drink, glancing down at his phone every once in a while and him. he was staring right at you, eyes narrowed and lips in a straight line.

he didn’t seem impressed by your dancing and you knew it was because of the guy currently groaning in your ear. the poor guy could probably cum in his pants from the way your ass rubbed against his clothes crotch.

you saw his jaw clench and his eyes narrow. it send a shiver up your spine that the guy you were dancing with probably thought was because of him.

kuroo made his way towards you, eyes never leaving yours as he got closer. you could hear your heartbeat inside your eyes and you definitely felt it between your thighs when he lean in and wrapped his hand around your throat.

“scram” he said, not even looking at the guy

“whatever man” the guy shrugged, high off something to even bother arguing with kuroo and you were sure he was heading to the bathroom to get himself off. you almost felt bad.

“hi tetsu” you grin, smiling at him softly

his eyes soften for a moment before he glares at you.

“what the fuck was that about?” he asks, pulling you against his chest

“i was dancing” you say dryly, wrapping your arms around his neck anyway. you liked when he got like this over you.

“i should’ve punched that fucker in the mouth for trying to fuck you” he says, gripping your jaw and leaning down towards your lips

he doesn’t move though. he wouldn’t kiss you unless you wanted him to, as angry as he was. he could feel his blood boiling at the thought of someone else having you the way he had.

you close the distance, kissing him. he moans into the kiss, arms wrapping around your waist.

“why do you do that shit to me?” he groans, pressing his forehead against yours. he takes a deep breath to calm himself down and then he’s standing to his full height.

“i’m not your girlfriend” you say, feeling annoyed. you know he told you he wouldn’t fuck anyone raw because he was clean. you both got tested together but that didn’t mean he wasn’t sleeping with other people. he had no right to be mad at you.

“forget it” he sighs, “i’m sorry, you can —”

“stop fucking doing that” you glare at him, “you can’t just — fuck kuroo!”

he really did frustrate you and it didn’t help that your heart would race every time you were together. you’d feel so empty whenever you did have sex because you knew he’d never want anything more than a friendship from you and it was stupid to be mad. he never forced you into anything and you willing went back to him every time.

“can we talk somewhere else?” he says, taking your hand in his.

he leads you to a secluded spot, not as loud as the dance floor. it’s near a hallway and anyone could see you if they really wanted to.

“i don’t want to argue with you” you say, leaning against the wall. the coldness was pleasant against your warm skin. the dress you wore was short enough that the back of your thighs could feel it too.

“i don’t want to argue” he says, “i can’t help myself”

“you don’t get to do whatever you want and then try to stop me from doing the same thing” you frown, “that’s selfish”

“maybe i am selfish” he admits, “i want you all to myself, i won’t share you”

“i’m not property to own tetsurou” you slap his chest but he grips your wrists

“i don’t mean it that way y/n” he groans, “i just.. i want you”

“me and who else?” you scoff, looking over at the people coming in and out of the club.

“you” he frowns, “I haven’t..— god this is embarrassing”

you quirk a brow up at that, looking back at him. he has a light blush on his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose and his pouting. the realisation hits you suddenly, eyes widening.

trying not to get your hopes up, you ask “have you been with me alone this whole time?”

he nods, hands running through his hair. it never makes a difference unless he’s showered.

“oh” you say, biting your lip

“yeah oh” he scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“why the fuck didn’t you say anything!” you say, a little louder than necessary but he’s smiling at you and you can’t help smiling too.

“you’re so infuriating, you know that?” you say, crossing your arms and looking away again. you refused to let him see just how much that meant to you.

the relief you felt was obvious and he couldn’t help but chuckle, cupping your face in his hand and turning your head to look at him again. he really was infuriatingly handsome.

“i’m sorry” he kisses your forehead, “i do like you”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

you smile then, pulling him closer by the loops in his jeans.

“kiss me” you say and he doesn’t have to be told twice. he kisses you like he hasn’t seen you in years though it’s only been a week.

you feel the way he grinds against you, hand slipping down to cup your ass and pull you right against him.

“i want you” he says, “need to be inside you”

he doesn’t have condoms and you don’t either but you can’t bring yourself to care when he pulls his cock out, pumping it as he pulls your panties to the side.

the stretch burns and you almost scream, his hand covering your mouth as he pushes all the way into you. you can feel the veins on his cock and how it throbs inside you.

your velvety walls grip him tightly. it’s so wet and warm inside your pussy and he bites back a moan. he’s imagined fucking you raw on so many occasions but his imaginations could never do this justice.

“holy fuck baby” he groans, biting your neck to stifle another moan as he slowly pulls out, dragging his thick cock against your walls. you moan, head hitting the wall behind you as you throw your head back.

it feels so good and when his hand travels down, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, you cry out, eyes rolling back as he fucks you against the wall.

you know anyone could see you but it’s dark and noisy. the idea of being caught has you clenching around him, bringing him embarrassingly closer to his orgasm.

“fuck” you whine, “so big”

he smirks, thrusting harder as he looks at you. you’re so pretty, mouth hanging open and drool dripping down your chin. he likes to take his time, breaking you apart but he knows he can’t do that right now so he gives you what you want.

he lifts your leg up to wrap around his waist and he grips your hips. it hurts from how hard he’s holding you but you don’t want him to stop.

it takes one hard thrust to have you creaming around his cock. he kisses you, swallowing your pretty moans as he cums inside you. it’s so warm and thick and your eyes flutter at the feeling.

he feels you clenching around him, milking him for all his worth and he’ll gladly give you anything you wanted.

“shit” he pants, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“can we go home?” you whisper, “i want you tetsu”

he really was a weak man when it came to you.

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Udhfhhejfhe SOMEHOW reposted the same fanfic twice 😅

Here the ACTUAL yuletide fic, fluff oneshot of the pilot program shortly after campaign 1

A Better Today

“You've never had a stuffed animal?”

K grips Evan's shoulders, shock and horror coursing through them, shakingn them to their core more than anything they have ever faced before. Evan puts his hands over theirs in what he hopes is a comforting gesture, preparing for K and Sam’s reactions which he can already see coming.

Nodding as he speaks to help them through this, he confirms, “the thing is, when I tried to as a kid they would come alive and try to crawl into people's mouths, suffocating them while whispering ‘goodnight’ in sweet little voices. So it wasn't the best idea, wasn't entirely worth it.”

Sam, seeing the fabric of Evan’s shirt bunch under K’s fingertips, takes K’s hands in hers, squeezing them to ensure Evan’s shoulders don’t bruise and helping suppress K’s fangirl squeal, “So you never had just a little guy to hold and hug when you were lonely or upset?”

“No, not really. Oh! I did sometimes hold my arm,” he brings one arm vertically to the center of his chest, grabbing his forearm with the other and holding it tightly, “but everyone always assumed I was injured and then would come up to help, and then something terrible would happen, so again, it wasn't worth it.” He lists the process off as casually as explaining any familiar and tedious process, “so stopped doing that to.”

Jammer claps Evan’s shoulder, leading him away from K who can barely contain themselves.

“Hey, you know that crazy shit you did on your broom yesterday? Think you can teach the other Scupper players that one?”

“Sure, but I'm not sure how well it’ll translate to brooms without the long brush cap.”

Once the boys are out of ear shot Sam shakes K’s hands, commending them, “good job! You didn’t mention how sad he was or ‘aww’ even a little.”

“Thanks, I’ve been really working on it. But, like, you know?”

“Oh, no, absolutely.”

“Maybe just one?”

Sam grins, half shrugging, “okay, just one.”

The halls are filled with a harmonious high pitched ringing.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

‘A Sleepover of Legendary Proportions,’ the banner reads. All goat insignia in the common room is overlaid with a magic illusion of a goat sleeping with an eye mask. The wide room is made warmer than usual as blanket forts insulate several smaller areas of kids huddling inside with their friends. Between each little fort, many larger on the inside than out, is a thin magic string connecting them, acting like a can on string communication system.

The only area not settled by the cozy frontier is a few feet away from the fireplace. The Pilot Program had staked their claim earlier that evening but are the last to create their own fabric nook.

A pile of thick quilts and thinner sheets fall from Jammer’s arms into a heap on the floor. “Alright! Me and K rounded up some sheets, how are you guys doing?”

“Yeah, we got quilts for the floor to kind of nest in and thinner sheets for the walls and roof,” K sets about sorting the jumbled sheets, "oh! But we’re gonna need some insulation too."

Evan and Sam shuffle chairs and other furniture into the structural supports. Seeing the new building materials, Evan surveys the area, “amazing, right so to keep optimal escape routes, we’re gonna want the entrance that way and a secret escape route that way.”

“Escape route?” Sam nudges a chair slightly over, deciding she likes the feng shui of it better there.

“Yeah, so we don’t get caught unawares,” he emphasizes the word, almost turning the S into a Z, “while we’re both out in the open and completely unaware of our surroundings. I did the same thing when I had to tent in risky areas, like city outskirts.”

“Right, and I totally get that,” Sam looks to K and Jammer for backup on this, “yeah, but we’re also surrounded by kids who think we’re the coolest people they ever met.”

“You are objectively the coolest person they ever met, but yeah.”

“Right, thank you, they love us. Anything goes down,” she points a thumb over her shoulder, “they got our backs.”

K rests a hand on his shoulder with a light squeeze, finger pads gently massaging where her nails indented earlier, “exactly, so we can just relax for a bit cause we all have each other’s back.”

Jammer nods along, adding, “yeah man, I know we, the four of us are a team, but Goat House is a team too and when we’re all together like this, we’re okay.”

Evan takes a breath, relaxing his posture from its ready state, and looks around the room, this time seeing the chattering and laughing kids and with a crackling fire.

“Alright, alright. Then maybe we could have the entrance that way. To face the fire.”

K’s grin is audible in her voice, “aw, really?”

“You’re sure you’re okay with that?” Sam stands by the tall backed chair, ready to move it if he’s truly okay with it.

“Yeah. Yeah, let's do it.”

Jammer pats his back as they start construction, right and true.

The fort fully constructed, the pilot program huddles inside, K and Jammer stretched comfortably on their stomachs, Evan slowly being buried under pillows and blankets like a mini weighted fortress by Sam as they discuss how useful weighted blankets are as they are surrounded by the warm flickering light of electric candles.

“Hey, you know what every sleepover needs?” Sam says with a shoulder shimmy.

It takes only a moment of eye contact for K to gasp, their own eyes lighting up, “stuffed animals!”

“Yes! Okay, okay, so what's everybody got?”

“Princess bat!” K presents the black and pink plush of a bat wearing a princess dress, limbs clumsily hand sewn together, waving it around.

Sam happily stims her hands, “oh my god, I remember her!”

“Hey, what is that, a western small-footed myotis?”

“Yeah! It was my first sewing project, my parents helped”

Jammer leans over to pet the toys well loved fur, “really? You made that as a kid? That's, wow,” he admires it before K pulls it back into a hug.

Theodore scurries up and sniffs at the toy, inspecting it closely, “adorable stitches, yes this is incredible!” He falls into it, the toy serving as a cushion for him as K holds them both close.

Sam, practically dancing in her seat, waves her hands again, “okay, my turn, T2?”

T2 trots into the fort, a little bow around his neck leading to a stuffed violet Beanie Baby poodle, making it appear as if it's riding T2.

“A Beanie Baby? Your parents let you touch those?” K’s eyes are transfixed in shock.

“Yeah, my mom was way big into collecting them but when the Beanie bubble burst, I got to keep a few.” T2 snorts, somehow looking unimpressed. “It’s not as cute as you, though,” scooping T2 into her lap, he nods and relaxes, a little pig puddle of love.

Jammer pushes himself up, “guess that leaves me.” reaching into his bag, he pulled out what appears to be a fair toy, a small blue fish with yellow crinkle stripes and a small loop at the top to be clipped onto bags or hang from a child's wrist.

“This uh, this is it. I got him from an aquarium trip as a kid.”

“That’s so sweet! Was it a family trip?”

“Kinda, yeah, but also no? It was a school field trip and my mom was the chaperone, so I got it with my friends and my mom.”

“That’s so, so sweet! You got it with your family and your second family.”

Sam clearly agrees with K’s assessment as the both look at each other and ‘aww.’

“Yeah, I guess. It was just a really nice time,” his thumb bushes gently over the faded and dulled fabric.

“Alright, your turn!”

The group turns to Evan, wide grins from each of them. His instincts aren't sure if he should brace for something or cower.

“Oh, no, I don’t have one. I'm not sure if I mentioned that before,” he stutters and stumbles over his words, not wanting them to feel guilty for forgetting or putting him in an awkward situation.

“Not yet! Come on, you really think we would do all this after you said you never had one?” Sam waves her hand at the idea.

“Damn, that would be just kind of mean,” Jammer laughs, reaching behind him to pull some items from his duffle bag and piling them in the center. Fabric scraps and odds and ends.

“I admit, I was a little confused, it seemed pretty out of character for you guys. But I was trying not to take away from your guys' joy though.”

Sam starts sifting through the different fabrics, “which one ya feeling?”

“I just, just need to pick one? This really isn't neccess–”

“Yes it is, you’ll understand once it's done, pick one!” K practically vibrates with excitement.

“Yeah man, I feel kinda bad you didn't get a familiar besides your, frankly, scary ass shadow. So a teddy could be, you know, something for you.”

Evan sighs, rubbing the back of his neck, but relents, “okay, if I gotta pick then I guess this one?” He’s still not convinced he needs a stuffed animal. What's the point? It’ll only take up room in his bag, a useless item. Well, anything can be made useful in some way and it'll help him fit in just a little bit more for now. A matching set.

“Hmm,” K hums to themself as they look at the fabric he's picked. “I’m not really sure we have enough…”

“That’s alright, I’ll just–”

Their eyes light up, “No! I got this! Be right back!” K gets up to leave so fast, the first few steps slip in place before they dart out of the fort.

A few moments later, a small distressed voice cries out, “my cloak! No!”

K returns, fabric of Evan's choice in hand, “got it!” they sit down cackling.

“Nice!” Jammer tosses them a pillow he snagged.

“Alright now Theodore, let's rip and tear this like we’re demon ass kickers!”

He adjusts his bow tie and bows his head, “yes, of course, right on it,” and with a chipmunk chitter, tearing is heard as little claws slash through cloth, Theodore burrowing inside. Tufts of cotton fly into the air. K’s fingers fly at an unnatural speed as they begin to sew.

Evan weaves his head around, trying to make out the growing shape in K's hands, “what are you making?”

“Uh uh, no, no. We didn’t get to pick our familiars, so we picked for you what kind of animal you’re getting.”

“Well you actually did kind of get to pick,” Evan points out, “you pulled out your basketball and it then became magical.”

“Ah, well I mean, I guess–”

“Look!” with a wave of her wand, Sam holds up an enchanted sparkling pompom ball. She holds it close to her lips, “you may think we’re the coolest, but you are the coolest person I know, and I’m just so glad we’re friends,” she then holds it away from herself and with a small squeeze, the puff ball repeats her words. She giggles when it works and passes it to Jammer.

“Family is family, and us? We’re family.” Jammer passes it to K, who’s ready to sew up the plushie.

They take it and take their turn, “you are so loved just for who you are and that will always be true.”

The pompom is sewn inside and handed to Evan. The other’s try to remain calm, not staring too hard and not wanting to pressure a reaction from him. Holding their collective breath.

A little platypus. Something strange but cute and loved, small decorations sewn to the back of the flippers for the secret infamous venomous claw. Deadly and goofy. In his hands rests something his friends made.

For him with their literal love sewn into it.

All it takes is a hug to be reminded of how much they care, even when they aren't around.

His eyes burn.

“Yeah, this is– this is like, um. Just really good. Like I'll always have you guys with me. I mean, I know we’re all gonna be together forever and a team, but this is just, you know?” he stutters on a while longer, trying to remain masculine and cool as he cradles the small toy, his three friends wrapping themselves around him, crying out for a group hug as he sniffles.

“Man, you know you can’t cry or I’ll start to cry,” Jammer laughs even as he says it and K is already tearing up as Sam takes a group selfie.

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Thank you for being awesome 😘

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For A While

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Summary: Bucky comforts you after a break-up. A/N: I couldn't help but write a drabble. Thank you @splendidreads for this beautiful ASK. I think you're awesome! 🥰😚 Word Count: 710 Pairing: Bucky x Reader Warnings: Implied smut, fluff

You stretched and yawned as your fingers hit the headboard above. You felt the small ache in between your legs first. Then your thighs. And then finally, your throat. You screamed so much last night. The rough breathing and panting for sure didn’t help the dry scratchy feeling you had in your throat right now.

But you didn’t care. The memory of last night made you smile. You wondered why you two didn’t do it sooner. Oh that’s right. Because Bucky was your best friend since kindergarten, and you didn’t want to ruin the friendship and make it awkward.

But last night made you realize something. After every broken heart, after every sleazebag that entered your life and made you cry for two weeks straight, there was always Bucky. He came to you last night at two in the morning after you had called him crying.

“Buck?” you sniveled over the phone.

“Darlin’ this better be worth it or I’ll have to punish you at the gym later.” He had that deep groggy voice after just being woken up.

“Bucky…” you tried again, your breath hitching. You instantly heard the rustle of his sheets.

“What’s the matter? What happened?” his voice immediately changed. He became alert and laced with concern.

“I broke up with him! I found his other Insta, and he’s been…he’s been…”

“Are you home?” He interrupted. And you heard the roar of his bike come to life.

“Yes.”

“Stay there I’m on my way.”

“Buck, it’s two in the morning.”

“Just get the ice cream out so it’ll be manageable by the time I get there ok?”

“Ok,” you said wiping your nose. The first thing he did when he walked in was hug you. He let you cry into his shirt for a good fifteen minutes before you both sat down on the floor with a pint of cookies and cream in between you.

You spent the next hour going through your phone, deleting all the pictures you had with the cheating liar.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Why are you deleting that one?” he asked pointing to a picture of you at the county fair. You had a big smile on, and your arms stretched out looking at the sun.

“I look horrible here, I forgot I had taken it.” Before you could hit ‘delete,’ Bucky took the phone from your hands. “Hey! What are you doing?”

“I’m sending it to myself before you delete it from history forever.”

“Oh please, it looks stupid.” You tried to grab the phone back from him, but he turned to face the other way. “The angles are all off, and I look horrible.” You leaned over him, his back to your chest as he tried to send himself the picture.

“You have never looked horrible a day in your life!” his head turned towards you, and you suddenly noticed how close your faces were. Had Bucky always had such smooth lips? Were his eyes always so dark and deep?

“I know you’re awake.” His voice brought you back to the present. “Don’t pretend like you’re still sleeping.” He snaked his arm over you and pulled you closer to him.

His hair was a mess over your pillows. The bright sunlight filtering through the windows showcased his dimples when he smiled at you. “Hi,” he whispered.

“Hi,” you smiled back as you nuzzled against his neck.

“What are you thinking about?”

“I was thinking about last night.” You giggled.

“Hmm. That it was the best night you’ve ever had, and it was better than you could ever imagined?”

“Have you…imagined it?”

“For a while.”

“How long was awhile?”

“Since high school.” He admitted.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you asked surprised. Since high school?

“You needed a friend. Not some creep trying to get into your pants. You had plenty of those already.”

“And now, does that make you the creep?”

“Yes. A creep that knows exactly what you want.”

“Oh, and what is that?”

“A cup of coffee with two sugars and cream.” He groaned getting up. He gave you a kiss on your forehead. Then on the lips. “I’ll be back.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Bucky chuckled, “You have no idea, how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”

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Rising Tides (Chapter 2)

A lot of you guys liked the first one, so I quickly wrote this one just to clear up the cliffhanger on the first part hah~ (Sorry not sorry) But, hope you guys enjoy because I really like these characters and plan on actually doing more drawings of them!

Word Count: 4.3k

CW: Mentions of death, Description of Death (Doesn’t actually happen), I think that’s it but if not you guys tell me!

2- Nico 

I didn’t know where I was going. The last thing I remember seeing were a pair of blue eyes and then nothing. Now, I was being taken somewhere in the fist of this giant freaking mer that’s taken me as a snack. How do I know? Oh well, what else feels soft and sort of squishy when you were just in a cave? A hand. So no here I was, in the midst of a panic attack while also trembling so much I was so sure that this mer kidnapping me could feel it. I mean, it wouldn’t be surprising. 

The water around me was moving, which was the only indication that I wasn’t going to die just yet. Were they saving me for later? There has to be some way out of this. I couldn’t stop the panicking thoughts in my mind. I didn’t want to die. At least not yet. I didn’t even know how long we’ve been moving. Hours? Days? Something like that. 

My tail fin was still torn, but I’d bet if I really tried I could swim. Just not as fast. Would it be enough to escape this mer? Probably not but it was worth a shot. I didn’t really get a good look at how bad the tears were in the dark cave, but I’m sure it’ll heal on it’s own in just a couple days. Hopefully. That’s if I can get out of here. 

I felt us stop moving, making me press my back into the flesh behind me and try to make myself seem smaller. Where were we? I couldn’t see anything but the purple scales that came from my own tail. 

“Haven’t seen you in a while-“ The voice stopped abruptly, “Want to explain?” 

“A shark was chasing a mer, I couldn’t be there in time before the shark got ahold of the little guy, and here we are now.” It sounded like a tired voice. It was louder too. I held my breath when the hand opened up, leaving me entirely out in the open. My eyes darted all over the place. There was a tiny little reef in an underwater ravine looking thing, along with some things that looked like another mer was living there. Just some feet in front of me was a mer just a little taller than a human, with a dark green tail, eyes, and dirty blonde hair that somewhat covered his eyes. Who was this? 

My eyes looked around, trying to find the face that connected to the mer that was still holding me (Oh my gosh please let me go I don’t feel so good right now-) But I’ve never seen a mer as big as he was. And that just made me all the more terrified. I was maybe the size of his fingernail, if I was lucky. 

Dark blue eyes were trained on me, instantly making me bite back the scream I wanted oh so badly to let out. I stuffed my tail closer to my side, tryin got hide that I was hurt, but I’m sure he already knows. But does he know how badly? Maybe I can somehow trick him? It was a long shot, but I’m pretty sure I could. 

The mer holding me looked away and turned towards the other mer that was studying me. I couldn’t help but catch the white tuff of hair in his brown hair. That was weird. Not the thing I should be worried about though. The green-tailed mer swam up to me, catching sight of my torn tail fin and sighed, shaking his head. 

“You’re not going to be able to swim for a long while, little mer.” He gestured for him to see more and I couldn’t help but listen. Why was this one helping? Did he have the big mer under control? Was he somehow controlling him into not hurting either of us? What was going on! Seriously! 

I stared down at my torn fin, seeing really just how much damage there was. Nearly all the thin pieces of skin were torn off, and the webbing was almost all torn up. Only a few small pieces remained intact. That explains why it hurts to barely even move it. But I won’t be able to swim for a while? How was I going to get back home? I doubt that either of these mers would help me out. It looks to me like the green-tailed one was just going to help me out a little, but he wasn’t going to entirely. I was still frail that the big mer would try to eat me. 

“Yup. This will take a while to heal. What were you doing all the way out here anyways?” The stranger asked. What do I even say? I don't’ even know why I was there. Because I saw something mysterious in the distance? Do I say that I was just exploring? Both were true. What do I say? 

My mouth quivered before whispering a quiet answer, “I-I just s-saw a sh-ship…” I couldn’t finish the rest of my sentence when  the big mer had his full attention on me like he could hear me. I doubt he would be able to. I was such a coward. No wonder everyone in the town wanted me gone. They would be all dead if I stayed and a mer his size came around. Though, I’m pretty sure this mer was huge even by other instances. 

“Hmm. Well, I can’t really help you heal up a wound like this. It’s just going to take some time. I would say for you to go home, but I’m sure that’s pretty far from here, right?” The green-tailed mer smirked, crossing his arms. I couldn’t move, but he already guessed the answer. I didn’t even know where I was. For all I know I could be an entire days travel back to home instead of the one hour swim it had taken for me to get to that reef. Not to mention I’m sure this big mer was going to end up eating me as a not-so filling snack. I shuddered at the thought. 

“Sorry, kid. You can’t stay here either.” Why couldn’t I just stay with him until I was healed and ready to head back home? I would prefer that over staying with the big mer that hasn’t said a word since he let me out. It kind of creeped me out. Plus it looked to me like he didn’t even want to here here right now. Yeah? Well neither do I. Actually, I wouldn’t even be here if he hadn’t taken me. 

“So… what do I do with him?” The big mer asked, looking kind of annoyed now. I was still trembling, but now would be a good time to escape. Now that the green-tailed mer was up close to the big mers face. Otherwise no one’s attention was on me. 

I forced myself up, noting that the skin below me didn’t seem to notice. I took my chance, pushing myself up and trying to swim off, but nothing. Only a burning pain every time I moved my tail, and I was back on the fleshy surface below, not even able to slightly move at all. I groaned to myself, realizing that even if I did manage to swim off, even if I stopped for a second I would slowly start flowing down to the sandy ocean floor. Great. Just great. 

The two were arguing behind me while I stared out into the deep blue ahead of me. There was nothing out there except for a few large rocks and large pieces of seaweed that covered most of the floor. I wasn’t going home. Not anytime soon at least. I was going to die. These people weren’t going to help me, and when I do end up getting better, I would just be eaten, right? The big mer probably thought that if I was hurt I wouldn’t taste as good. I trembled slightly, looking back at my torn up tail. If I hadn’t came all the way out here maybe today could have ended differently? Then again, they were right about my tail being the death of me. They all were. Wow. I really am unlucky. 

“Fine, he’ll stay with me until he gets better, but after that, he’s gone.” The bigger mer growled at the much smaller one, then I was wrapped in a tight fist once again. I’m dead. I’m so so so dead. 

———Callum——— 

Did I care that a small mer was literally going to die if I didn’t help them? Yes, of course I did. Did I expect to have to take care of them until they healed up? No, no I did not. Who knows how long that would be! I couldn’t see the damn wound myself, but from watching the little mer try to escape earlier it looked like he couldn’t even swim a foot away without his tail stinging him. Of course I felt bad, but why did I have to take care of them? They got themselves into this mess in the first place. 

I groaned, swimming back to the cave I’ve called home for a good while. It was surprise to wake up to someone screaming. I had thought it was just my imagination, but when I saw the shark- I thought something was up. Why was the mer even there anyways? Did he even stop to think that something else could be living in there? Or even if there wasn’t what if he was just cornered by the shark that looked about three times his size. Then he’d really be dead. He’s lucky I’m not some sick psycho who’ll eat him. 

To be honest, I really did feel bad for the little guy. I mean, if I were that small and something like that happened to me, I would be terrified. I can literally feel the slightest little tremble in my hand coming from him right now. I’m not a heartless monster like most mers my size. It’s just… I don’t really want to be around someone so afraid of me. Which was why I wanted Archer to take care of him and not me, but of course he can’t. 

After swimming back home for about an hour, I looked for a place the tiny mer could stay at comfortably. I decided on a small little platform with a little seaweed growing. There was some sand too and a few coral bits. I’m pretty sure there were some small little caves he could fit himself into as well. Not too bad honestly. 

I opened my hand, revealing a shaking little mer. I bit the inside of my cheek, tilting my hand slightly to let him down on the rocky platform that seemed all too big for him. I wonder what I looked like to him… Probably huge, intimidating. Exactly what I was expecting. Oh this is going to be a long couple of weeks. I would take him home, but I’m sure that would only bring him more problems if I just came to wherever small little community he was a part of and just left him there. Especially when I’m about 80 percent sure that tail of his doesn’t make it easy to talk to many people already. 

“If you need anything, yell. Don’t try swimming off, you’ll only make my job a million times harder. Otherwise, you’re stuck with me until you can swim on your own again.” I crossed my arms, looking for a reaction, but only seeing shock on the littler mers face. Should I get to know his name? No. There was no point when I’d only remember it as just another person who was afraid of me. 

I swam off, leaving the mer by himself. I doubt he’d try to swim off. If he did he’d just sink right to the bottom of the floor anyways. Plus, it wouldn’t be hard to track him. It’s not like I’m trying to keep him captive here, it’s just I’ve never done this before, and I don’t know who this mer is. I don’t plan on finding out either since this will all just be over soon anyways, right? 

I wrapped in on myself, going back to sleep since I was abruptly woken up. I can just go get food later… and eat away from the little mer. 

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A couple hours later I woke up, the water felt just the slightest bit warmer, which meant it was a little after midday. I should probably check up on the little mer. I wasn’t all too worried about him escaping, much less him getting himself into another situation, but still. Checking wouldn’t hurt. 

I swam, rubbing my eyes and yawning when I get to the spot I left him at, not seeing any sign of him there. I searched for a while, gently moving away some of the small stalks of seaweed and still not seeing the little mer. Wow. Did he actually try to swim off? I chuckled a little, but I was still the slightest bit worried. I brought my face closer, spying something purple hidden under a tiny rock. How the heck does he even fit under there? Oh well. I wasn’t about to rip off the rock he’s somehow found a little home under. If it makes him feel safe, then I won’t bother. But I still have to ask him something.

“Are you… hungry? Just come out of your little hiding spot if you are.” I watched for any kind of movement, but nothing. When was the last time he ate even? I guess I’ll leave him be for now. If he doesn’t eat anything tomorrow then I’ll just get him something. I’d hate for him to starve to death just because I didn’t get him anything. I feel like that would be the worst way to die in my personal opinion. 

“Alright. Don’t leave.” I ordered, swimming off to go get myself some food from my usual grounds. It’s been a while since I’ve eaten myself really. I kind of wished that he came out though. Just so I could get a better look at him. The only thing I’ve really noticed was his tail and just how small he was and that was pretty much it. Though, that was kind of my fault for just leaving the second I was able to. 

When I came back, no longer hungry, I saw something small sitting down in the open sand area of the little area. Oh. He was out? I was gone for a good while though. I swam silently, not trying to scare him. What was he doing? It kind of looked like he was just messing with something in his hands. A shell? 

He turned his head slightly, letting out a yelp of surprise when he saw me and rushed to go back into his hiding spot. My heart fell, but I knew this was going to happen. It’ll be over in about two weeks. Then he’ll swim off and forget about you, maybe tell this story to his future kids or something. I didn’t know what other mers did when this happens to them. Though, I doubt this specific thing happens. 

I didn’t say anything at all when I swam back in. I didn’t plan on talking a whole bunch. I’m pretty sure the little mer didn’t either. I’m only here to make sure he has everything he needs to survive, that nothing won’t try to eat him either.  

———Nico———

This was the same cave I was in not so long ago. Just a different part. It seemed more like an open cage where I was at right now. A platform that held a few tiny fish that somehow survived here, some snails, there were some small anemones, rocks, a seaweed patch. I also found some small caves I could fit into hidden behind some of the seaweed, but I didn’t really want to stay there. It really felt like a prison if I were being honest. Like he’s had other mers there before. The worst part was that he already knows about all the hiding spots, so if he were mad at me he knows exactly where to look for me. That’s always great to know. So, there was no possible way for me to get out. It would take me too long just to swim out of the cave, and even if I did, he could just track me down. 

I’ve already accepted my fate. I was going die here. Whether I liked it or not. My best bet was to just avoid him as much as possible, which I think I’ve done pretty well so far for it only being a couple hours. What can I say? I was terrified of dying, and that guy is pure death to me. I feel like he’ll just rip me up into pieces at any point, and that’s what really gets me. 

So here I was, hiding underneath a rock where he could very easily take it off. I’m surprised he hasn’t already. I’ve found that the place I was in wasn’t all that bad. It was comfortable, easy for me to move around. Not too bad, but I would really like to go home. I miss it already. I just want to go back to my little home inside the coral and sleep peacefully on the soft sand. What would my parents do when they realize anyways? No one would want to look for me. It was sad actually. What was I even supposed to here? Just wait to be eaten? I’m pretty sure that’s what was going to happen anyways. 

I recently found out that the big mers tail was a pretty dark blue color, which explains why he was so big in the first place. Most mers with a blue tail grow to be pretty big, but I’ve never seen one his height before. I think I’ve only really seen one where I was a little bigger than their fist, but this is an entire different thing. I mean, who wouldn’t be when someone fifty times your size was supposed to “take care of you?” How was that even possible? 

I crawled out of my little hiding spot, picking up the colored rock I had found earlier and continued to fidget with it. Everything would be fine… right? He’d let me go eventually. I wound’t be eaten, and then I can forget all of this ever happened. Oh who am I kidding? I was unlucky, nothing would ever work out for me. It always takes a turn for the worst. I sighed, too tired to even bother with going back into my hiding spot, and made myself comfortable in the sand. I just have to hope it’ll all work out in the end. 

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When I woke up, the giant mer was laying on his stomach, head resting on his arms as he stared out into the deep ocean. I tried not making a single sound as I pushed myself up, glancing over at my tail and seeing that it was still torn up. So it really wasn’t a dream. Or nightmare I should say. 

I held a hand over my mouth as I made my way to underneath that rock, but something caught his attention to make him look over where I was. He glared at me, watching me go still and hold my breath. He rolled his eyes before swimming closer to me, the fast and effortless movement making me dizzy as his face took up most of my vision. Please don’t eat me. Please don’t eat me. Please don’t- 

“Are you hungry yet?” I shook my head, not wanting to make him do extra work just to keep me alive. There’s also the fact that he might just want to to eat more so I taste better. Well, no thank you. I’d rather die of hunger than die while inside his mouth. The thought made me slightly gag, earning a confused look from the mer. 

He let out a sigh before swimming off, fast water hitting me in the face from his careless movement. Yeah… I did not feel good. Neither did that fact that I didn’t even know his name yet. I feel like I should know the name of my future killer. Wait- don’t think like that. 

The mer came back with something in his hands, dropping a few small fish in a pile in front of me. I bit the inside of my cheek, hard. I can’t tell him that I don’t eat fish. Then that’d start a new problem, which I can’t really afford considering the situation I was in. Then, he did something I completely unexpected. He propped his head up with his hand, elbow on the platform he had me on, and watched me with an annoyed look on his face, “I’m staying here until you eat. And I know you’d probably prefer me as far away from you as possible, little mer.” He smirked. 

He wasn’t wrong. 

What do I do? I was hungry, and I suddenly regret not eating that plate my mom made me the day before. I don’t even remember the last time I ate. Great. I don’t want to eat fish I though! But I have to unless I’m really about to just stay this close to someone who could swallow me whole without even trying- STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT! 

I pushed myself towards the little place under the rock where I currently call home, only to be stopped by a fleshy surface in front of me. I backed away so fast I’m surprised I didn’t trip over my hands. I heard a quiet chuckle above me, like he was having a good time. 

“Just eat. It’s not poisoned or anything.” I couldn’t help but catch the slight tone change. Like he actually sort of cared about me? I don’t know how to describe it, but it didn’t stop my heart from beating rapidly and my body start malfunctioning (Like literally I couldn’t move even if I wanted to it was too busy trembling so much) 

I scooted closer to the fish, a shaky hand holding one that was about the size of my entire arm. If it’s the only way to get him to leave me alone… I took a small bite, hating how the fish didn’t even taste bad, it’s just I don’t like seeing dead fish. I dropped the fish back into the pile, forcing myself the crane my neck up at the mer, who, for a split second, had a sympathetic look on his face before he just fixed his position. I did what he asked me to… could he please just leave me alone? 

Instead, he waited. I don’t know how much time had passed, but this guy is extremely patient. Doesn’t he have better things to do? Like… well I have no idea what he does but it’s obviously not waiting on some insignificant mer to eat something. I didn’t eat another bite, and I guess that’s when it clicked in his head. 

“You… don’t eat fish, do you.” He sighed, closing his eyes. At least I didn’t have to tell him. I didn’t do anything but hide my torn-up tail and fidget with my hands while staring at the sand. 

“What do you eat then?” I couldn’t answer his question. And I guess he realized that too because he just started listing off things he could find until I finally nodded my head. I was scared if I didn’t at least answer him like that he’d do something to me. So then he left, ordered me not to leave (Which I couldn’t do anyways but I still listened because I was scared of what he’d do if did end up leaving) I quickly glided over to my little makeshift home under the rock and stayed there, shaking. What would I have done if he didn’t realize that? What would happen if he wasn’t willing to wait? Would he just have eaten me there and then? I curled in on myself, mindful of the many loose pieces of thin fin on my tail. 

He came back a couple minutes later, dropping some kelp and taking his same position again, making sure I actually ate. It was uncomfortable, but I knew if I didn’t he’d just force me to one way or another. Threaten me. Yeah, I’m okay. No thank you. Instead, I ate what I could in case I wouldn’t get a chance like this again and watched as he just grabbed the rest and placed it somewhere. I hate everything about this. 

———Callum———

I wasn’t surprised that he didn’t eat fish. He’s practically on himself if he were just a tiny bit smaller… It’s sad to think about really. It wasn’t even that hard to gather any of the kelp, so I don’t know why he forced himself the first time. He could have at least told me. I didn’t mind going out. Then again, I didn’t exactly make that clear to him either. 

I left him alone like I had promised, watching him hide in the seaweed, but it was easy to spot him in the green with that bright purple tail of his. I found it to be nice really. It wasn’t really a hazard to me like other mers probably find it to be, but it’s really a nice color. I don’t think he thinks that though. 

Meanwhile, I tried to figure out just what I could do in the meantime. Usually I just go out and explore, but I don’t think I can just leave the little mer all alone for so long. Something might actually come, then I’d have to deal with that guilt. I don’t think taking him with me is an option, because I’m pretty sure he’s terrified of me and the last thing he would want to do is be around me. I sighed, looking back out in the ocean, feeling my eyes become heavy. This wasn’t so bad. Maybe I should actually learn his name. 

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Wowwww. Y’know, rereading this chapter, I don’t think I like it, but oh well. Yes, I know Callum is just sarcastic and hard to get used to, but he’ll warm up to Nico. And yes, he’s just taking care of Nico because he feels bad for not being able to help out in time.

Hope you guys liked it (I kind of didn’t) and I hope I can get you some drawings of these two soon! (I love them sm aghhhh) Thanks for reading!